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Alone in the world of writs

I stand alone

To mockery because my shoes are worn,

My suit torn.

Alone,

Because I refused to invest my time

In vanity of men’s wealth

The relentless treadmill of materialism.

The infinity of human thoughts are vital to me

While friends and colleagues

Constant in the mad rush for avarice

Alone,

When I speak against societal ills

Paid writers mock at me

And call me ‘fool’!

My mind, preaching constant messages of irrelevances

Because I will die a writer.

No money,

No friends,

No foe.

Alone,

When intelligent comrades backslide

into a reverse and praising of societal tyranny.

Alone,

When vanity of fame and temporal gain

Reduce men of honour

To a loose dissolved state of lies.

Alone,

When the courage for truth

Falls to a beggarly withdrawal for fear

Alone,

When mass comrades reduce intelligence

To cheap Trade by Bata.

Alone,

When moneybags employ friends

In the service of sly.

Alone,

When kings and kingdom

Turn greater minds to lesser scribe.

Alone,

When hunger, pain, loneliness

Stare in the face

For uncommon stance.

Alone,

Let lies increase

Vanity multiply

Comrades compromise

Hunger kill

Clothes burnt

Impoverished me be

With no friends

No follower

And in the grave

Just like I came,

Alone, Alone.

poem by Macaulay Akinbami
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Vanity

Some call it vanity
I call it complete sanity

I belong to a different league
A goddess with a cocktail of different wigs
Far too intelligent for any audience
To mass entertain will be an utter nuisance

I'm too intelligent to respond
It’s only with a certain class that I bond
For I am far too glamorous
To be anything but humorous

I belong to a group called animosity
A simple case of personal philosophy
Where I outclass modernity
My body built to perfection
I know it is the universal intention

Some call it vanity
I call it complete sanity

I am so artistically brainy
That my thoughts are far from grainy
I belong to a different breed
I simply will not spoon-feed

If you are born empty inside
I’m afraid I can’t take you for a ride
They refer to my vanity as a beast
I stare at my vanity with sanity as a feast

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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True Frıendship

Your friends are your needs answered;
They are your field which you sow
With Love and harvest with thanksgiving

Friends provide drink and sustenance
When you suffer with hunger and thirst

When friends speak their minds you fear not;
Saying “No”, nor withhold saying “Yes”

When friends are silent;
Your heart need not cease listening to their heart

Without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires,
All expectations are born and shared, with joy unbound

Let their be no purpose in friendship save
The deepening of your spiritual connection

Always give the best of who you are and what you have to friends,
As it is for them to fill your needs, not just your emptiness

Seek not friends for hours to kill, rather for hours to live;
For within friendship there is laughter, mirth and pleasure

When parting from friends, grieve not;
For that which you love most in them may
Be clearer in their absence

Remember friendship as with love;
Seeks nothing save disclosure of its own mystery

“True friendship”
Is found in the smallest acts of love and kindness

poem by Ray Lucero
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March On Comrades, March On

Yonder in the East, our comrades are shouting,
Yonder in the East, our comrades are fighting,
Yonder in the East, our fate they are carving,
March on comrades, march on.
From the East, slogan is echoing,
Scrap automation, allow us due living,
It is bare minimum, is it much asking?
March on comrades, march on.
Make haste comrades, lest we be late,
The fight may be over and seal our fate,
Spurn the enemy with due hate,
March on comrades, march on.
The posterity will curse us if we linger,
Firmly in unison let us march thither,
Smother all those who our progress hinder,
March on comrades, march on.
Let us herald The New Era in,
Whence no one shall trade in empty sermons,
When khadi capped traders shall be banished,
When doing and not talking shall be the criterion,
March on comrades, march on.
What if we perish in the process,
We shall have lived with a purpose,
We shall have met an honoured death,
Our goal so humble, our cause is just;
March on comrades, march on.

poem by Om Chawla
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All Of My Friends Were There

My big day, it was the biggest day of my life.
It was the summit of my long career,
But I felt so down, and I drank too much beer,
And my manager said that I should not appear.
I walked out onto the stage and started to speak.
The first night Ive missed for a couple of years,
I explained to the crowed and they started to jeer,
And just when I wanted no one to be there,
All of my friends were there.
Not just my friends, but their best friends too.
All of my friends were there to stand and stare,
Say what they may, all of their friends need not stay.
Those who laughed were not friends anyway.
All of my friends were there to stand and stare.
Days went by, I walked around dressed in a disguise.
I wore a mustache and I parted my hair,
And gave the impression that I did not care,
But oh, the embarrassment, oh, the dispair.
Came the day, helped with a few last glasses of gin,
I nervously mounted the stage once again,
Got through my performance and no one complained,
Thank God I can go back to normal again.
I went to that old cafe,
Where I had been in much happier days,
And all of my friends were there,
And no one cared.
Say what they may, all of my friends were there.
Not just my friends, but their best friends too.
All of my friends were there,
Now I dont care.

song performed by by Kinks
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With A Little Help From My Friends

What would you think if I sang out of tune
Would you stand up and walk out on me
Lend me your ears and Ill sing you a song
And Ill try not to sing out of key
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends, my friends
What do you do when our love is away
Does it worry you to be alone
And how does it feel by the end of the day
Are you sad because youre on your own
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Oh Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Do you need any body
I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody
I need somebody to love, to love, to love
Would you believe in this love at first sight
Yes Im certain that it happens al the time
What do you see when you turn out the light
I cant tell you but I know that its mine
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Oh Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Do you need any body
I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody
I need somebody to love
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
With a little help from my friends, my friends, my friends
Repeat to fade...

song performed by by Wet Wet Wet
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Vanity Fair

In Vanity Fair, as we bow and smile,
As we talk of the opera after the weather,
As we chat of fashion and fad and style,
We know we are playing a part together.
You know that the mirth she wears, she borrows;
She knows you laugh but to hide your sorrows;
We know that under the silks and laces,
And back of beautiful, beaming faces,
Lie secret trouble and grim despair,
In Vanity Fair.

In Vanity Fair, on dress parade,
Our colors look bright and our swords are gleaming;
But many a uniform's worn and frayed,
And most of the weapons, despite their seeming.
Are dull and blunted and badly battered,
And close inspection will show how tattered
And stained are the banners that float above us.
Our comrades hate, while they swear to love us;
And robed like Pleasure walks gaunt-eyed Care,
In Vanity Fair.

In Vanity Fair, as we strive for place,
As we rush and jostle and crowd and hurry,
We know the goal is not worth the race-
We know the prize is not worth the worry;
That all our gain means loss for another;
That in fighting for self we wound each other;
That the crown of success weighs hard and presse
The brow of the victor with thorns-not caresses;
That honors are empty and worthless to wear,
In Vanity Fair.

But in Vanity Fair, as we pass along,
We meet strong hearts that are worth the knowing;
'Mong poor paste jewels that deck the throng,
We see a solitaire sometimes glowing.
We find grand souls under robes of fashion,
'Neath light demeanors hide strength and passion;
And fair fine honor and Godlike resistance.
In halls of pleasure may have existence;
And we find pure altars and shrines of prayer,
In Vanity Fair.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Salvation Hope Across All Experience Aged Decades

across all experience aged decades
one constant remains indelible true
vessel body with thoughts wrestles

thoughts this body cannot contain
thoughts wear this body boil within
thoughts restless demand expression

this world screams global conflict
this world screams cruel exploitation
this world screams control addict

little minds corrupted government rule
little minds wealth power coveting rule
little minds cast down civilization rule

all that is temporal disappears wasted despairs
all that is temporal wealth materialism wears
all that is temporal exalted prestigious exploits

“never to be forgotten in all eternity
God became human through Mary...
true salvation is in Christ not Mary

Jesus Christ flesh incarnate one of us
Jesus Christ flesh tempted as one of us...
Divine Kingdom of God is born in us

Jesus Christ was a human being born....
virginity of Mary was God’s temporal restoration
paving God’s purpose choice accept salvation”

Quotations from the poem ‘Blessed Among Women’ by Terence George Craddock.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Friends

My friends without shields walk on the target

It is late the windows are breaking

My friends without shoes leave
What they love
Grief moves among them as a fire among
Its bells
My friends without clocks turn
On the dial they turn
They part

My friends with names like gloves set out
Bare handed as they have lived
And nobody knows them
It is they that lay the wreaths at the milestones it is their
Cups that are found at the wells
And are then chained up

My friends without feet sit by the wall
Nodding to the lame orchestra
Brotherhood it says on the decorations
My friend without eyes sits in the rain smiling
With a nest of salt in his hand

My friends without fathers or houses hear
Doors opening in the darkness
Whose halls announce

Behold the smoke has come home

My friends and I have in common
The present a wax bell in a wax belfry
This message telling of
Metals this
Hunger for the sake of hunger this owl in the heart
And these hands one
For asking one for applause

My friends with nothing leave it behind
In a box
My friends without keys go out from the jails it is night
They take the same road they miss
Each other they invent the same banner in the dark
They ask their way only of sentries too proud to breathe

At dawn the stars on their flag will vanish

The water will turn up their footprints and the day will rise
Like a monument to my
Friends the forgotten

poem by William Stanley Merwin
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Friends… old friends…
And what if it ends?
Shall we dare to shirk
What we live to learn?
It has done its work,
It has served its turn;
And, forgive and forget
Or hanker and fret,
We can be no more
As we were before.
When it ends, it ends
With friends.

Friends… old friends…
So it breaks, so it ends.
There let it rest!
It has fought and won,
And is still the best
That either has done.
Each as he stands
The work of its hands
Which shall be more
As he was before?…
What is it ends
With friends?

poem by William Ernest Henley
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With A Little Help From My Friends

a little help from my friends
What would you think if i sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and i'll sing you a song,
And i'll try not to sing out of key.
I get by with a little help from my friends,
I get high with a little help from my friends,
Going to try with a little help from my friends.
What do i do when my love is away.
(does it worry you to be alone)
How do i feel by the end of the day
(are you sad because you're on your own)
No i get by with a little help from my friends,
Do you need anybody,
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.
Would you believe in a love at first sight,
Yes i'm certain that it happens all the time.
What do you see when you turn out the light,
I can't tell you, but i know it's mine.
Oh i get by with a little help from my friends,
Do you need anybody,
I just need someone to love,
Could it be anybody,
I want somebody to love.
I get by with a little help from my friends,
Yes i get by with a little help from my friends,
With a little help from my friends.

song performed by by Beatles
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A Song

COME, I will make the continent indissoluble;
I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon;
I will make divine magnetic lands,
With the love of comrades,
With the life-long love of comrades.

I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of
America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over
the prairies;
I will make inseparable cities, with their arms about each other's
necks;
By the love of comrades,
By the manly love of comrades.

For you these, from me, O Democracy, to serve you, ma femme! 10
For you! for you, I am trilling these songs,
In the love of comrades,
In the high-towering love of comrades.

poem by Walt Whitman
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Take Vanity Away

Oh take vanity away from me.
Make pure only my heart.
For vanity takes away from me
the most important part.
Let him that sees me, see past my form
and concentrate on my soul.
For that is of my body
is never the starring role.
What lies within the strength of my mind
is what should be possessed,
not the image I show to you,
not the way I'm dressed.
For outward appearance cannot compare
to the inner beauty inside.
Please let vanity be cast away
and take away my pride.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Friends Will Be Friends

A voice in the back - the lies and the fears
No colour but black - the truth disappears
Just by the look in your eyes I can tell
That your honour is gone - youre caught in confusion and pain
Mysterious sounds - hidden in ice
Your lying is found - protective disguise
No one is braking the wheels are forsaken
In sheer overdrive - diamonds and rust
Breaking their lives - I burst them to dust
Friends will be friends
Down on this dirty road
Friends will be friends
One for all
The meaning is wrong - theres no reason why
The logic is gone - its hard to deny
Bridge
Friends will be friends
Down on this dirty road
Friends will be friends
All for one - one for all
Chorus
No one is braking the wheels are forsaken
Diamonds and rust - I burst them to dust
Chorus

song performed by by U. D. O.
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When Vanity Becomes One's Face

Unfortunately,
When vanity becomes the face...
Of one parading that around others.
A charading done that has taken place,
Becomes the accepted familiarity.

And when the time does come,
For that one to reveal underneath a mask...
Worn to masquerade reality.
What is seen is regarded as fake.
Leaving one without choices or options to make.

Unfortunately...
When vanity becomes the face,
Of one parading that around others.
A charading done that has taken place,
Becomes accepted familiarity.

When vanity becomes one's face,
Escaping these presentations...
Is difficult to erase to replace with truth.
Since deceivers only deepen,
A distrusting of them and whatever they do.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Have pride and vanity

Service and sacrifice can be the base
For your pride and not your caste or creed.
Have pride that you have helped someone rise
And not that you have conquered someone.
Pride is that one feels about oneself high.

Show vanity for your simplicity;
Show not vanity for your affluence.
Show vanity for your affinity;
Show not vanity for your elegance.
Vanity is that one shows oneself high.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Do Not Fear

Do not fear
My friends
For I am here
Do not fear

Do not fear
My friends
For although I may be dead
All is not lost.

Do not fear
My friends
Consider me to be sleeping
For I sleep, but for a while.

Do not fear
My friends
All is not lost
For I am here

Do not fear
My friends
For I am here
Waiting for you to speak.

I am Qalme Tari Mistress of Death Nat Norville.
Cretics Welcome

poem by Athena Goddess of Wisdom Lumis Light to all
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