Shortfall
Is it possible
to decide differences?
Between great
works signifying lesser poets?
And inferior workings...
typifying recognized masters?
When such works
stand alone in isolation
with no prior
knowledge indicator
in non-volume...
unpublished form.
Is perceived
textured style
stretching margins;
seemingly fixed?
Exemplifying weighted scales;
symbolizing measure!
The only
touchstone symphony;
accurate
acquittal accord.
Which will signature serve;
as yield yardstick?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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She Works Hard For The Money
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
Onetta there in the corner stand
and wonders where she is and
it's strange to her
some people seem to have everything
Nine a.m. on the hour hand
and she's waiting for the bell
and she's looking real pretty
just wait for her clientele
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
Twenty five years have
come and gone
and she' seen a lot of tears
of the ones who come in
they really seem to need her there
It's a sacrifice working day to day
for little money just tips for pay
But it's worth it all
just to hear them say that they care
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She already knows
she's seen her bad times
she already knows
these are the good times
She'll never sell out
she never will
not for a dollar bill
she works hard
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
song performed by by Donna Summer from The Donna Summer Anthology
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The Measure Of Men
what is the measure of one man
is it the measure of one's strength
I think not
is it the measure of one's stature such as height
I don't think so
is it how wealthy one is
not even close
or is it how much power one possesses over another
not impressive
can a measure of a man be measured with a yardstick
well it can but that park doesn't show he's a man
the tolerance of a man for another man hitting him
can be measured with a ruler
the tolerance of a man for another man attacking his country
can be measured with a grain of salt
the tolerance of a man for another man hitting the one's he loves
now that can only be measured within a whisper
you can only measure a individual man or woman
with how big their heart is and
what qualities lie within that heart
such as dignity for what he works for
such as a stable household for his famly
compassion for people in need
the understanding of what's right and what's wrong
the pride of not what he has done but what
his wife and child has done
the sweat
the blood
and the tears he spars
to keep his marriage from falling apart
once you find a way to measure those things then
and only then will you be able to say
that is
because that is certainly
the real measure of all men
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Past Artists Build Build Build On
remember a previous American Literature professor
who believed contemporary poets could experience not
original thoughts had to build on classical established
literary works of past artists build build build on all
that recognized has come before bullocks pull carts
no no rage against such views conceited ripe parodies
be a desert in isolation
become an oasis of startling
thought manifestations
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Touchstone
Love built our house on solid ground
Such rock as will not yield
And I bear an enduring stone with me
From uncertainty as my shield
One touch can bring accord with you
Evoking feelings ever fond
I know you wear a touchstone too
As emblem of our bond
But I have found the true touchstone
Not born of this mortal plane
Against earth’s treasures ever known
It transcends all such as gain
If not from your sweet lips they ring
Then no words of love be true
Save observed in your eyes shining
Love’s light but darkness without you
There is no logic, no poem, no art
If not with you to share
If not composed within your heart
No music fills the air
Love the only touchstone
Or there be none at all
If love lives not within our home
There lives no love at all.
poem by Mary Havran
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By this time it was past six, and the enemy's van and ours were at too great a distance to engage, I perceived some of their ships stretching to the northward; and I imagined they were going to form a new line.
O...what...?
women are
works...
with over the world...
very heary hard...
men also works...
but womens works many...
in house...
in office....
in others...
all wys womens
works...
over then men...
with vey hard works...
but...
money earn
men will bee high
women will bee low...
what is this...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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He who works for sweetness and light, works to make reason and the will of God prevail. He who works for machinery, he who works for hatred, works only for confusion. Culture looks beyond machinery, culture hates hatred; culture has one great passion, the passion for sweetness and light.
quote by Matthew Arnold
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Millions of unpublished poems
MILLIONS OF UNPUBLISHED POEMS
Millions of unpublished poems
Written by millions of would- be- poets
Wait for their never- to- be- had recognition
And the poets and the poems
Go on in all their unknownness and loneliness
Waiting for the day of discovery
Which will never come.
We are all lost
We are all alone
No one will ever be anything
This poem too goes on the pile
Of endless non-recognition and neglect
Which we feel and speak our way
Through and out of this world.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Know What You Know
I know what you know
I am not inferior to you.
Do not look down on me
We are all homosapiens.
Divinely created as God's image
God rates us all equally.
I have sights like you
I walk like you
I think like you.
I may be black,
I may be white,
I may be coloured,
I may even be red
I am God's creation
My senses are the same like
Differences in skin pigmention
Does not make me inferior
We are the same
So, deal with me on what I know
So, deal with jewels inside me
Relate with me on my knowledge
Deal with me according to my capacity
I will reciprocate the same
We are bound to respect each other
I am not cursed
My generation is not cursed
My land is not cursed
I am endowed like you
My ancestors land is blessed
I know what you know
I am not inferior to you
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Falling stars
Men are known as great for their works.
Their names are retained, works forgot.
Or works stay and names are forgot.
Later both are gone out of thought.
10.06.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The virtue is supreme
.Elegance is nice,
But inferior to kindness.
Composure is sweet,
But inferior to compassion.
Charity is great,
But inferior to justice.
Honesty is fine,
But inferior to fidelity.
Intelligence is strength
But inferior to wisdom
Every good trait
Is inferior to virtue,
Which must be the axis,
Around which one runs.
18.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The virtue is supreme.
Elegance is nice,
But inferior to kindness.
Composure is sweet,
But inferior to compassion.
Charity is great,
But inferior to justice.
Honesty is fine,
But inferior to fidelity.
Intelligence is strength
But inferior to wisdom
Every good trait
Is inferior to virtue,
Which must be the axis,
Around which one runs.
18.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Darrell is really good in the studio. I mean, he has a real working knowledge of how the process works, and what sounds good coming back over tape, and how the stuff works together.
Life is pretty simple You do some stuff. Most fails. Some works. You do more of what works. If it works big, others quickly copy it. Then you do something else. The trick is the doing something else.
quote by Thomas Peters
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Life is pretty simple: You do some stuff. Most fails. Some works. You do more of what works. If it works big, others quickly copy it. Then you do something else. The trick is the doing something else.
quote by Leonardo da Vinci
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Dick the Mechanic
There is a mechanic from Duluth,
He is great and friendly to boot.
He fixed my car and got it ready to sale,
It sold for $3,000 with no problem at all.
Dick even fixed my water pump while fixing my motor,
He knew what parts my car needed in fast order.
He was thorough and complete,
He even removed a jerry rigged speaker next to drivers seat.
He even works on old collector cars,
He is an expert mechanic by far.
So if you want your vehicle to be fixed at a fantastic price,
Call Dick, and if anything he will give you great advice.
(By Suzae Chevalier on August 25, 2011)
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Dumb-Dead-Frog
Here is to a
Dumb-Dead-Frog.
She tried to lie to us
one-and-all.
With her sticky tongue
She did steal.
From the works of others
OH! ! -What-a -Thrill…! !
The words
must have tasted
So – Darn
Good
She tried
to eat
all of them
she could
But the pond of poets
She was in
Would not stand for
her dumb sin.
They all said….
“Quick before it’s to late
We must agree to
Excommunicate”.
So without love-loss
Dumb-Frog did die.
May she serve as a reminder
to all who lie.
From others words
She is to blame.
That she, “ Rests-in-Hell ”
from where she came.
poem by Sirpheno The Knight
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The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.
quote by Alexander Pope
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Dick the Mechanic
There is a mechanic from Duluth,
He is great and friendly to boot.
He fixed my car and got it ready to sale,
It sold for $3,000 with no problem at all.
Dick even fixed my water pump while fixing my motor,
He knew what parts my car needed in fast order.
He was thorough and complete,
He even removed a jerry rigged speaker next to drivers seat.
He even works on old collector cars,
He is an expert mechanic by far.
So if you want your vehicle to be fixed at a fantastic price,
Call Dick, and if anything he will give you great advice.
(By Suzae Chevalier on August 25,2011)
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Years are magnifying Glass
the years are
magnifying glass
throw the years
talents, throw
the years paintings
poems, written works
a van gogh, an emily,
a leonardo, a cave painting
the most unknown works
the years would come back
with a vision whether the works
are of class, taste and great
to hold onto for posterity
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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