Election day wishes!
At last the day has come for you all to decide,
Whom you like the most and want to elect,
Republicans speak the theory of convenience,
Completely forgot the cause of their creation,
Democrats also in the same vintage car,
Painted anew with policies of their own and desire,
Left or right or in the middle, the notion is the one,
Poor should be controlled with the wealth of thin lollypops,
make them to suck more to extract the holy tax,
the rich and businessmen have holes to hide and escape,
the poor are exposed to day's sunlight and night's xenon,
Dreams are left for them to dream to get rest and relax,
On the shores of tiredly uniform low cost vision fares,
Extra size for extra fat, if lead sedentary life,
Extra drugs for the weak, who are strong to get the kick,
As long as children are safe and grow up to be old,
To follow the dream of the ancestral traits,
Not to look before you leap, you are the guardian,
Angels, holding the batons to threaten the world.
Happy Election Day to all Americans! !
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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special feature
extended edition
everyone wants extra
but nobody loves to be extra
double cheese
free recharge
exclusive gift
everyone wants extra
but nobody loves to be extra
riders
first class service
profit plus
everyone wants extra
but nobody loves to be extra
long guarantee
high bonus
'buy 1 get 2' price
everyone wants extra
but nobody loves to be extra
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A little extra, from an extra ordinary woman
She goes out of her way and travels that extra mile
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She consoles you, smiles with you, cries with you and for you
A little extra than anyone else
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She spends on you a little extra than she does on her own self
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She uses her extra strength and wisdom to pick you up when you fall
She blinds her sight to your imperfections
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She loves you a little extra just to stand out different
From all those who love you
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She starves herself so that you may eat a little extra
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She forgives you all the time
Even when you guilty mind knows you don’t deserve such kindness
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She may not be the most perfect woman but
She is indeed an extra ordinary woman
She is your mother, your wife, your fiancee, your girlfriend
Your sister, your grandmother and your daughter
You best appreciate her
poem by Grace Mdemu
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Anything To Be Happy
What would you do for a touch of happiness
Would you run that extra distance
Would you spend that extra hour
Would you show that extra effort
What would you do for a touch of happiness
Would you feel that extra pain
Would you spend that extra cash
Would you drive that extra mile
What would you do for a touch of happiness
People would do anything to be happy
It is something they need
They do the “extras”
When it is all quite simple
Happiness comes from the inside
poem by Paul Celano
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Claim To Fame
Talk-talk, yak-yak
Watch you pull that old one track
Get it up and get it back
Making it upon your back
No space, no rent
The moneys gone, its all been spent now
Tell me bout your claim to fame
Now aint that some claim to fame
Extra, extra, read all about it now
Extra, extra, something bout a claim to fame
Ooohhh sweet mama, ooohhh sweet mama
Something bout your claim to fame
Wet lips, dry now
Ready for that old hand out, now
Aint that some claim to fame
Spaced out, spaced in
The heads round, the squares flat
Aint that some claim to fame
Now tell me aint that some claim to fame
Extra, extra, read all about it now
Extra, extra, something, something bout some claim to fame
Ooohhh-wheee sweet mama, extra, extra, something
Something bout your claim to fame
Yeah now
I said now, extra, extra
Something bout your claim to fame
I said now, extra, extra
Something bout your claim to fame
Ooohhh mama, said now, extra, extra
Something bout your claim to fame
Extra, extra, something bout a
About a, about a, something bout your claim to fame
Extra, extra, something bout a
bout a, bout a, something bout your claim to fame
Ooohhh, ooohhh sweet mama
Something bout your claim to fame
Oh, ooohhh sweet mama
Something bout your claim to fame
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Worth The While
well we can go the extra mile,
we can work the extra hour
We can grow a little everyday.
and I'll tell ya why I'm happy,
and I'll tell ya why I care,
cause Jesus died for people everywhere!
poem by Regan Galloway
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A Sunday Prayer 12
Dear Lord as I pray to you today
for help for all of us everywhere
to get through another day.
There are some in this world,
who need an extra blessing from you.
Their quality of life is not what it should be.
They are look on by some
as burden to our society.
They are pointed at with fingers,
by those showing little or no respect.
It is for these individuals that I want
you to give an extra blessing today.
Those among us who cannot
for whatever reason defend themselves.
Some have suffered terrible injuries
by either life or accident.
They need extra care from you
to see their lives through.
So as I finish this prayer
for Sunday my Lord.
Could you give them
a little extra of your time?
poem by David Harris
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Inspiration, motivation, satisfaction
Your wants and needs are not the same.
You needs you cannot do without.
Your wants are quite a different game.
Things that you choose to dream about.
Long cherished dreams can motivate
you to make that extra effort
and when you win appreciate.
It was much easier than you thought.
Some people are content to dream
others will make their dreams come true.
All part and parcel of life’s scheme.
Dreamers just dream and doers do..
Though some of us combine the two
We dream at first and then we do.
Saturday,21 August 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Sometimes I Feel
Sometimes I feel as if I am falling.
Sometimes I feel as if the world around me never stops spinning
Sometimes I feel like giving up and letting everything go
Sometimes I feel like a puppet in a show
Sometimes I feel like I should just scream
Sometimes I feel like life is nothing but a dream
Sometimes I feel as if I’m only fake
Sometimes I feel like even when I sleep I’m still awake
The dream the seems to hold me ever so tight
Being in the ever so warm sunlight
All the many things I seem to see
Can this be it, can this be the real me?
The darkness seems to fade away
I’m left shocked with nothing to say
Sometimes I feel as if I will never understand
Sometimes I feel as someone is holding my hand
Sometimes I feel completely crazy
Sometimes I feel ever so lazy
Sometimes I feel as if I lost it all
Sometimes I feel like they let me fall
Sometimes I feel as if I did so wrong
Sometimes I feel ever so strong
I know now that people really do care
I also know life isn’t always fair
There will always be so memories in my heart
Even if some seem to rip it apart
Love doesn’t always have to lead to hate
I know that I can make things better its not to late
Sometime I feel like I should just hide
Sometimes I feel to afraid to take a step outside
Sometimes I feel like just getting up to sing
Sometimes I feel like I can do anything
Sometimes I feel as all anyone can do is lie
Sometimes I feel ever so shy
Sometimes I feel happy and sad
Sometimes I feel ever so mad
I love playing in the rain
I can be strong but yet In a lot of pain
I’m not perfect nor do I want to be
I am content just being me
poem by Chelsi Lewellyn
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But only 'rich' people by definition have the 'extra' money to buy things and invest to create economic growth. Do we really want to tax that 'extra' money away - and give it to the government to spend? Does that make any economic sense outside of politics and our emotional desire to make everyone suffer equally through these tough times?
quote by Terry Savage
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Esp
Strength to have extra perception
Extra perception to know
that evil is lurking inside my brain
Evil is making a home of my heart
Extra Sensory Perception...
If only I had the strength to
let go and not try to escape...
poem by Justin Schaefer
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Extra Savoir-faire
When I walk down the street, most guys look like elves
I dont mean to put them down but they do
Its hard to understand me from the language I use
Theres no word in english for my style
Whats a man like me supposed to do
With all this extra savoir-faire
What is left for me to prove, dear
I know just what to do when the ladies come round
You can try to copy me but youll fail
Now, you might think youre different but time will prove me right
When you wake up from your dream Ill be gone
Whats a man like me supposed to do
With all this extra savoir-faire
What is left for me to prove, dear
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Aussie Soccer Cliffhanger
Aussie blues again come true
for green and gold socceroos;
lightning kick of samurai blue
in extra time runs roos through.
Socceroos leave Qatar
without major silverware;
suffering from extra-time
heartbreak going down.
Leave Qatar bleak socceroos
minus major prize silverware;
suffering intense extra-time
heartbreak blues threadbare.
Defeated by fit Japan
in stunning AFC 1-0
Asian Cup final win
in Doha loss in Qatar.
Japan's Tadanari Lee scored
an edged extra-time winner
an unmarked substitute sent
a stunning pulsating left-foot
volley past too slow diving Mark
Schwarzer in action 109th minute
to hand proud country their fourth
title in victory feat showcase kick.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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If I Got To Speak At The Capital
If I got to speak at the Capital
I would give it my best and it goes like this;
Republicans, Democrats, and Independents too! !
we need to get the red, white, blue on the move
Party divides do not work, our people need to work,
medicare, SSI for the old and the needy
we all can not survive on the needs of yesterday
the needs of today will affect the needs for tomorrow
the old paved our way, the young needs to make waves
The U.S. is the land of opportunity and the free
Here in the nation's Capital I beg to you
It's time we move on to New beginnings
remember what our fore fathers have taught us
To treat each other equal, not by race, money or religion
work together to create a better life for all
for now we need it most, at no cost
Save us from the debit of our predecessors
recreate a partisan place, and save grace
We can't take it so much longer
It was the poor who for so hard to make this country
The rich to found and nourish this great land
it took the old to make the U.S. Great
Now it takes the young to make it stronger and wiser
between you and me, we all can make it better
just the walls need to crumb down.
no more rich, no more poor, bring on the brotherhood
for we are one great land, from here to there, we are one
So break these walls and save this land
come one, come all
Times have changed, now we must change
no more battles in the house, let's make peace
start over from the beginning
a new start and a strong fight
Republicans, Democrats, Independents too
break the walls down and come together for the good ol' USA
poem by Michael Peterson
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Not extra walk
In my life
In my day to day activities
If I am not honest
If I am not truthful
Not clear not transparent
If I am on wrong path
Destroy me throw me out
Throw me out from this
Celetial blessed holy
Heavenly world.
I am not telling
Anything extra
Not doing extra walk.
If I am no in righttrack
Put me in to the hell
Put me in to the hades
Put me in to the abyss.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Rich & Poor; or Saint & Sinner
The poor man's sins are glaring;
In the face of ghostly warning
He is caught in the fact
Of an overt act---
Buying greens on a Sunday morning.
The rich man's sins are hidden
In the pomp of wealth and station;
And escape the sight
Of the children of light,
Who are wise in their generation.
The rich man has a kitchen,
And cooks to dress his dinner;
The poor who would roast
To the baker's must post,
And thus becomes a sinner.
The rich man has a cellar,
And a ready butler by him;
The poor man must steer
For his pint of beer
Where the saint can't choose but to spy him.
The rich man's painted windows
Hide the concerts of the quality;
The poor can but share
A crack'd fiddle in the air,
Which offends all sound morality.
The rich man is invisible
In the crowd of his gay society;
But the poor man's delight
Is a sore in the sight,
And a stench in the nose of piety.
poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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Technically you need the extra dimensions. At first people didn't like them too much, but they've got a big benefit, which is that the ability of string theory to describe all the elementary particles and their forces along with gravity depends on using the extra dimensions.
quote by Edward Witten
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Between The Rich and The Poor
Who draws the gap between people?
They call them rich, they call them poor
The rich squander in wealth and abundance
The poor wonder what to eat next time.
Who allows injustice as iron fists
Smashing down the humble dignity
Of the weak, elevating the powerful
To decide what for the poor is best?
Who wakes up in the middle of the night
Feeling the grumbling hungry tummy
Over an open roof and empty plates?
Who orders trips to paradise during holidays
Hoarding bank shares and silver and gold?
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Dreaming A Dream
Dreaming of a dream
A dream were skies are blue oceans are clear and life scared
Dreaming of dream
were a dream of peace and love rule and hate is a myth
Dreaming of a dream
having food for all, and all not thirst
Dreaming of a dream
Dreaming of a dream
were skin color is just that, us all just one
Dreaming a dream
no pain, war the only true crime
Dreaming a dream
were the rich give, and the poor have a chance
Dreaming a dream
Dreaming a dream
were we can look on a future of happiness'
Dreaming a dream
were the children are the future
Dream a dream
were lives are fullfilled, and getting old is not a bad thing
Dreaming a dream
World wonderess, happy, clean, perfect
Dreaming a dream
poem by Vincent Armone
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Thank God
Thank God the democrats want our children from the middle class to go to school by reasonable loans in pell grants not just the rich, thank God no pre-existing conditions will be denied by insurance companies; thank God veterans will be honored in deed not just swelling words; thank God no trickle down clean the rich's toilets policy will be enacted. Romney/ Ryan's vision for America is cold so so cold. We must stop them and not let them define what rape is and step on women with a dark age vision of sexist chauvinistic lies. Their shills for the rich and true oppressors of the poor and middle class. Vote for democrats based on principle not personality so their evil cold vision of America doesn't come true.
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Beyond The Realms Of Death
He had enough
He couldnt take anymore
Hed found a place
In his mind and slammed the door
No matter how they tried
They couldnt understand
They washed and dressed him
Fed him by hand
Yeah! Ive left the world behind
Im safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
Ill decide not you
Withdrawn hed sit there
Stare blank into space
No sign of life
Would flicker on his face
Until one day he smiled
It seemed as though with pride
The wind kissed him
Goodbye - and then he died
Yeah! Ive left the world behind
Im safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
Ill decide not you
Keep the world with all its sin
Its not fit for livin in
Yeah! I will start again
It can take forever, and ever, and ever
And ever, but Ill still win.
How many like him,
Are there still
But to us, all
Seem to have lost the will
They lie in thousands
Plagued and lost
Is nothing worth this bitter cost
Yeah! Ive left the world behind
Im safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
Ill decide not youkeep the world with all its sin
Its not fit for livin in
Beyond the realms of death.
song performed by by Judas Priest
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