Keep The Fights
Self enslaved!
Soul devoid!
Break the Bonds
Keep the Fights.
Till the Heart feels rejoice
And the Self gives you voice.
Though the Tide is tough
To swim aside
Sink not, loose not
Keep the Fights.
Emmemce Dark is broad and wide
There is no hope of a Light
Though feel fighting a lossing battle
Keep the Fights
Do keep the Fights.
Brave men are
Those who fight
And fruits can never afright
For the fate favours the Brave
For the death is a wreath to Martyrs.
So dont ever quit the Battle
Keep the Fights
Do keep the Fights.
Vivek Tiwari
Composed on Sep 27 2012
poem by Vivek Tiwari
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The Soldier Fights
the soldier fights for the hippys rights to protest against that soldier
the soldier fights for the politions rights to send that soldier to war
the soldier fights for buisness mans rights to make money
the soldier fights for the policemans rights to arrest that soldier
the soldier fights for school kids right to know about past soldiers
the soldier fights to so that you may all sleep at night
the soldier fights for religion so that you may all belive what you wish
And yet the soldier fights on
the soldier fights for his flag, for his country, for his life
He Fights
A soldier is a soldier,
He stands tall before our flag,
He fights for what’s right,
He fights for his people,
He fights for us to be free,
He fights for us to live,
He fights for his family,
He fights for all the things the Red, White, Blue stand for,
He’s a solider 24/7,
To all that see him he’s just another to die fighting,
To us his family most importantly his daughter me,
I see him for how he really is,
He’s my father,
He’s my post when something sad has happened,
He’s my hope,
He’s my shoulder I need to cry on,
He’s my everything.
To everyone ells he’s just another solider how dies for a cause but to me he’s my father that lives his life to the fullest.
I got this idea of this poem from Angela Goodwin, even though it sounds like my dad died he didn’t but he was one of the soldiers how was sent over and came back in one piece and this is meant for him, even though we fight all the time my dad are all the things above and no matter what I say I could never hate him.
poem by Jamie Drake
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I don't watch a lot of featherweight fights yet some of those fights are the best fights ever.
quote by Robert Goulet
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The Married Man
Reservist of the Line
The bachelor 'e fights for one
As joyful as can be;
But the married man don't call it fun,
Because 'e fights for three --
For 'Im an' 'Er an' It
(An' Two an' One make Three)
'E wants to finish 'is little bit,
An' e' wants to go 'ome to is tea!
The bachelor pokes up 'is 'ead
To see if you are gone;
But the married man lies down instead,
An' waits till the sights come on,
For 'im an' 'Er an' a hit
(Direct or recochee)
'E wants to finish 'is little bit,
An' 'e wants to go 'ome to 'is tea.
The bachelor will miss you clear
To fight another day;
But the married man, 'e says "No fear!"
'E wants you out of the way
Of 'Im an' 'Er an' It
(An' 'is road to 'is farm or the sea),
'E wants to finish 'is little bit,
An' 'e wants to go 'ome to 'is tea.
The bachelor 'e fights 'is fight
An' streches out an' snores;
But the married man sits up all night --
For 'e don't like out-o'-doors.
'E'll strain an' listen an' peer
An' give the first alarm--
For the sake o' the breathin' 'e's used to 'ear,
An' the 'ead on the thick of 'is arm.
The bachelor may risk 'is 'ide
To 'elp you when you're downed;
But the married man will wait beside
Till the ambulance comes round.
'E'll take your 'ome address
An' all you've time to say,
Or if 'e sees there's 'ope, 'e'll press
Your art'ry 'alf the day --
For 'Im an' 'Er an' It
(An' One from Three leaves Two),
For 'e knows you wanted to finish your bit,
An' 'e knows 'oo's wantin' you.
Yes, 'Im an' 'Er an' It
(Our 'only One in Three),
We're all of us anxious to finish our bit,
An' we want to get 'ome to our tea!
Yes, It an' 'Er an' 'Im,
Which often makes me think
The married man must sink or swim
An' -- 'e can't afford to sink!
Oh, 'Im an' It an' 'Er
Since Adam an' Eve began!
So I'd rather fight with the bacheler
An' be nursed by the married man!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Tempting feeds
Till forty, one fights to be young
And since then fights to not be old.
Motto is to attract women.
Mating forbidden, tempting feeds.
11.06.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Whats Left Of Her Soul
She sits upon the chair
and see's the ties
That bond her still
she lets out a scream
only to learn
That she can not be heard
She looks around in fear
At the dark and dirty room
Only to see the hands
that rips away at her soul
She struggles she fights
the bonds that hold her still
She hears laughter and insults
As they tear away at her clothes
As she struggles in her seat
Then she learns to be void
Of feelings and voice
And watchs them strip
Her humanity no more
She feels as if shes a drift
As she floats above the carnage
And feels sorry for the child
That sits all alone
Not realizing that
its her body of old
Then sudden awereness
wakes her to reality
and then tears trickle quitely
As she fights with dignity
At whats left of her soul
poem by Kaila George
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Warrior
Wasnt there a time
When no one lived in pain
Zero down to zero
But a warrior
The innocence of birth
The power of the earth
Out of all thats good
Comes a warrior
Time - is it you who changes minds
Suing us - for something weve not done
Stealing the heroes - all the guiding lights, to find the way
Justice has been gone
To pieces for so long
Some killers call themselves
A warrior
Warriors with no pride
Committing suicide
The picture of a man
Thats your warrior
cause hes a warrior
Yes, hes a warrior
He fights for peace and freedom
cause hes a warrior
Yes, hes a warrior
He fights for peace and freedom
Think about the time
Where manhood promised pride
And history was made
Just by warriors
We have to face the world
And hope that someones heard
Who could replace a man
Like the warrior
cause hes a warrior
Yes, hes a warrior
He fights for peace and freedom
cause hes a warrior
Yes, hes a warrior
He fights for peace and freedom
Time - is it you who changes minds
Suing us - for something weve not done
Stealing the heroes - all the guiding lights, to find the way
cause hes a warrior
Yes, hes a warrior
He fights for peace and freedom
cause hes a warrior
Yes, hes a warrior
He fights for peace and freedom
cause hes a warrior..........
song performed by by U. D. O.
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The man who fights for his fellow-man is a better man than the one who fights for himself.
quote by Clarence Darrow
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Dont Always Look At The Rain
Some people I know have given up on their lives
Drowning their sorrows, and mumblin, and forgot the fight
We can tip the balance we can break those barriers down
Little things count as much as the big and turn it all around
And its oh, dont always look at the rain
No, dont look at the rain
Some people I know have lost their feel for mystery
They say everything has got to be proved, this isnt a nursery
And joseph whos five years old, stops fights in his playground yard
No more fights and bigotry, oh is it so hard
And its oh, dont always look at the rain
No, dont always look at the rain
Ha, dont always look at the rain
And tell me, is it a crime to have an ideal or two
Evolving takes its time, we cant do it all in one go
Doesnt have to drive us all mad, we can only do our best
Let the mind shut up, and the heart do the rest
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Young Kings and Old
The Young King fights in the trenches and the Old King fights in the rear—
Because he is old and feeble, and not for a thought of fear.
The Young King fights for the Future, and the Old King fights for the Past—
The Young King is fighting his first fight and the Old King is fighting his last.
It is ever the same old battle, be the end of it Beer or Blood—
Or whether the rifles rattle, or whether a friend flings mud;
Or a foe to the rescue dashes, and the touch of a stranger thrills—
Or the Truth—or the bayonet flashes; or the Lie—or a bullet kills.
The young man strives to determine which are the truths or lies,
And the old man preaches his sermon—and he takes to his bed and dies;
And the parson is there, and the nurse is (or the bread is there and the wine)—
And the son of the minister curses as he dies in the firing line.
And ever, and ever, and ever, as it was in ages untold,
The women grow still more “clever,” and the young know more than the old;
Till the seer on the hill cries “Treason!” and the witch grins out of her hole—
And a clarion voice shouts “Reason”!—and the Drums of Destruction roll.
The young bard bounds to the office, with eyes and with cheeks a-glow,
And he meets the old on the stairway, with tottering knees and slow.
And ever the Cowards of Conscience, or Envy, or Greed—or Trade
Are forcing us back from Antwerp, or forcing us from Belgrade.
But courage! By hut or steeple!—and courage for old and young!
No song for the sullen people has ever been left unsung!
And the crudest note that was worthy has never gone by unfelt—
I shall die in peace by the Danube, while you shall sing by the Scheldt!
poem by Henry Lawson
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Alone Tonight
Here I am
I’m waiting for you
And I got nothing
Left to loose
Take my hand
I need to show
Who I am
And I‘ve got nothing left
To prove
Oooh
Your not gunner be alone
Tonight
And if it feels right
Then we just might, just might
Your not gunner be alone
Tonight
Let’s forget the fights
There you are
Sitting in the dark
Wish I could mend
Your broken heart
You look at the
Stars
And wish you could
Go that far
Away
From this place
Oooh
Your not gunner be alone
Tonight
And if it feels right
Then we just might, just might
Your not gunner be alone
Tonight
Let’s forget the fights
Your not gunna be alone tonight X 2
poem by Ashton Curtis
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War time story
A single soldier abandoned
Left to fight the war alone
His whole squadron disbanded
As he fights
The media at home paint him in a bad light
The soldier never gives up
He tries with all his might
Betrayed, the chief takes all his weapons
The soldier is left defenseless
But he presses on with just his left and right fists
Him against two armies
Because this soldier fights for his own side
Every day he wakes up another person in his memory who died
He is the only man on the battle line
The soldier takes every hit given
It's a long war
Occasionally he becomes down trodden
And he thinks it's no longer worth doin
He stops
He stops dodgin bullets and and bombs
He drops
And thinks of his final reward
He looks up and rises
He firmly plants his feet
Unscathed by the artillery whizzing past his eyes
On his mind the reward of becoming one of the elite
The soldier grins
And charges into the fight
He will never quit until he not just the battle but the war wins
poem by Martin McCollugh
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I walk at night
I walk at night
Alone with the stars as my only light
Away from all the fights
Searching for a way to make it right
Tearing apart my mind on the inside
For a key that I hope to find
A way to get through the lonley nights
And get over the phone fights
Stepping in the moon light
thoughts racing in this sick mind
Got sick of all your white lies
You lie until your tounge tied
All I can do is hope you find the light
poem by Jackrabbit Krjs
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It is a struggle; for though the black man fights passively, he nevertheless fights; and his passive resistance is more effective at present than active resistance could possibly be. He bears the fury of the storm as does the willow tree.
quote by James Weldon Johnson
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A Great Man And His Final Verdict.....
So many knights
so many fights
so many heads
so many deaths......
we know truths
we hide it heists...
one day
put her wings and sword to me
flow away beyonds all clouds
beyond the dark sky
beyond angel can reach
he took me show his arm
burn for a fight...
gave me an armour...
cheerful with a fight again......
asked me to go for a sword
makes words for a snub...
so many fights
so many knights
so many prompts
so many deaths..
war for you a fun......
just you was there
without a flower
so many lights
no many songs
no many flowers
just you was there.....
you may restful here........for peace....
poem by Thampi KEE
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Surrender
He is tired and now left alone
After the wars he fought
In broad daylight
Underneath the tall building
This is not the war of Achilles
Or Odysseus
This is not the blinding of Oedipus
Of the weakness of Hamlet
This is the war of his own days
Stabs of light
Piercing of dusk
The confusions of twilight
This is the war
Of modern battles fought
Within the lonely rooms
Of the condominium
Where he arrives and departs
Alone
This is the war that he fights
Against himself
He prays to the face
At the headboard
And talks to the picture
On this wallet
It is him that fights
And it is him that dies.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The man in chrysanthemum land
There's a brave little berry-brown man
At the opposite side of the earth;
Of the White, and the Black, and the Tan,
He's the smallest in compass and girth.
O! he's little, and lively, and Tan,
And he's showing the world what he's worth.
For his nation is born, and its birth
Is for hardihood, courage, and sand,
So you take off your cap
To the brave little Jap
Who fights for Chrysanthemum Land.
Near the house that the little man keeps,
There's a Bug-a-boo building its lair;
It prowls, and it growls, and it sleeps
At the foot of his tiny back stair.
But the little brown man never sleeps,
For the Brownie will battle the Bear--
He has soldiers and ships to command;
So take off you cap
To the brave little Jap
Who fights for Chrysanthemum Land.
Uncle Sam stands a-watching near by,
With his finger aside of his nose--
John Bull with a wink in his eye,
Looks round to see how the wind blows--
O! jolly old John, with his eye
Ever set on the East and its woes.
More than hoeing their own little rows
These wary old wags understand,
But they take off their caps
To the brave little Japs
Who fight for Chrysanthemum Land.
Now he's given us Geishas, and themes
For operas, stories, and plays,
His silks and his chinas are dreams,
And we copy his quaint little ways;
O! we look on his land in our dreams,
But his value we failed to appraise,
For he'll gather his laurels and bays--
His Cruisers and Columns are manned,
And we take off our caps
To the brave little Japs
Who fight for Chrysanthemum Land.
poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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Competing With Myself
I no longer sit to be amazed,
By those who believe an ease of life...
Is given for the one who fights for it.
I no longer sit with curiosity,
Thinking of those who seek not to be challenged...
But expect a shipment of opportunities to them delivered.
I no longer refute accusations made,
About the validity of my abilities.
Or debate with those to ignorant to know.
I no longer sit to be amazed,
By those who believe an ease of life...
Is given for the one who fights for it.
And I do not have to look or have the presence,
As if I am dressed for battle.
I am not seeking to impress with images of conquest.
Since I've been competing with myself all of my life.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Confidence boosts
A dog barks when it is in its yard.
An elephant fights a crocodile on land.
A crocodile fights an elephant in sea.
A team plays well in its home ground.
One gathers strength in the uniform.
What they feel and with what spirit they act
Is confidence. Confidence is the faith
One has from the counted advantages.
26.06.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Animal sanctuary is a myth
Stray dogs are saved; wild birds are saved.
Tigers are guarded; tuskers are guarded.
Bull fights and cock fights are stopped
Thanks to animal crusaders.
Who will save fowls, pigs, goats and
cattle?
14.11.2000,
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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