Hero Worshiping
A Hero he is no doubt –
His Heroism now showcased
The public now find it safe
To don his cap
And express their solidarity
To don his cap
And do their timely duty!
With us it has always been so
The cause gets soon sugar coated and showcased
The ideals get bartered for the idols
We worship more not duties but deities
Thus pitiably
Not much good History
But a lot of History-Makers get made!
2011
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Gandhiji Seeks Freedom
Bartered for violence, corruption, liquor....
Gandhiji seeks Freedom
Freedom from the heart of currency notes!
Quoted by politics, history, culture....
Gandhiji seeks Freedom
Freedom from the mouth of hypocrisies!
Showcased in squares, in buildings, in cites....
Gandhiji seeks Freedom
Freedom from the eyes of his crucifiers!
Masqueraded by every Tom, Dick and Harry
Gandhiji seeks Freedom
Freedom from the hands of his deceitful dupes!
We are not makers of history. We are made by history.
quote by Martin Luther King, Jr.
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Page of my History
Some laughs some tears
This is it, its what we feared
We are going our separate ways
Things getting easier by the days
You’re now a page of my history
Many days of adventure and fun
But we both know we aren’t the one
The pain eases so very slow
But it’s for the best and we know it
You’re now a page of my history
The not knowing is the mystery
But us being together is history
We will get over the misery
Even though I miss yee
You’re now a page of my history
We gave it our best shot
But it was a game we lost
Our love is lost but never gone
We will find a place to keep it safe
You’re now a page of my history
poem by Stephanie Mcgrath
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~ His[s]tory ~
History Maker ~ Fossilized Custodian
History Breaker ~ Reckless Bohemian
History Reformer ~ Abortive Artisan
History Seeker ~ Obsessive Varifocalian
History Writer ~ Hyperbolic Historian
History Critique ~ Diplomatic Confucian
History Reader ~ Befuddled Bookman.
Better Opt For ~ Gymnastic Geography
Enjoy Floor Exercise ~ In Poetry.
Won’t You?
If Not Check Cervical Spine
For Etiology Of Vertigo Sign.
==
Glossary: Humbly given for what I tried to express: ~
Varifocalian: Metaphorically used relating to a lens that is graduated to permit any length of vision between near and distant.
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Electronic Pain
Days in childhood, in vacations
we spent at giggle laughter
Discussed the pickles
Found the solutions
Climbed the trees
Scribbled, scratched, drew
Now everything electrified
No use of pencils
On the computers they draw and paint
Games on it too or else
The video games
Where are the fluffy dolls?
Showcased, shopped, bracketed
No smiles, no laughter
Pip---Pip, Pip-----Pip, Swish-----Swash
As if every thing's melted
And they became history
Reminiscence them only to reap its joy
And be satiated
That we didn't lose anything
As the new borns are today.
poem by Green Peace
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Black History Month
In January...
There they are making history.
In February...
There they are making history.
In March...
There they are making history.
In April...
There they are making history.
In May...
There they are making history.
In June...
There they are making history.
In July...
There they are making history.
In August...
There they are making history.
In September...
There they are making history.
In October...
There they are making history.
In November...
There they are making history.
In December...
There they are making history.
But...
It's nice to know
The shortest month of the year
Was chosen to celebrate
The great deeds of African-Americans!
However...
It is those LEAP YEARS,
That really have the blacks jumping for joy!
Note: 'Black History Month' along with other
works of interest can be found in...
*'MindPrints from Untouched Places-VOL I'*
~Now available online at a PC near you~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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History why do we care
History
a famous person dies
History
a war rages
History
a new invention
History
a building opens
History
what happens if something happens to me
is that history?
no....
So why do we care.....
poem by Andrea Thepoet
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Nobody wants to see teams out of contention showcased in December and January. I'm sure this is something that will be discussed again this off-season.
quote by Al Michaels
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Sandra
The solidarity rally is in the south,
And of the pivoted movement of history;
For i am still searching for a common ground to sell my name,
And history will always record our wrong doings.
My name is Sandra but,
Are you the Jew who left the jewel? !
Then come in and let me learn more from you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Enigmatic
Within the woodlands dappled shade.
I came across a block of stone
I had no doubt it was man made
Though when and why cannot be known.
So perfect was the craftsmanship
which had been lavished on this stone
A place of ritual worship
It had to be an altar stone.
Though no one worships here today.
The altar stone still stands alone.
Within the woods hidden away
But sadly there is little known.
There’s no recorded history
To help me solve the mystery.
(09 August 2011)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Common wealth of games:
Delhi dallying- showcased free;
All gold medallists!
haiku by Mamta Agarwal
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A Hero?
Her hero is pretty and thin
Her hero is a hero to many
A hero of fame and a hero of fortune
A role model, a hero of glamour
Her hero is a hero to many
His hero is fit and fast
His hero is a hero to many
A hero of sport, a hero of games
A role model, a hero of victory
His hero is a hero to many
Her hero is clever yet plane
Her hero is a hero to few
A hero of science, a hero of logic
A role model, a hero of knowledge
Her hero is a hero to few
His hero is a hero of art but he is poor
His hero is a hero to few
A hero of word a hero of writings
A role model, a hero of language
His hero is a hero to few
But that’s the thing with your heros....
Hero worship is only skin deep.
poem by Timothy Venard
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History is a living horse laughing at a wooden horse. History is a wind blowing where it listeth. History is no sure thing to bet on. History is a box of tricks with a lost key. History is a labyrinth of doors with sliding panels, a book of ciphers with the code in a cave of the Saragossa sea. History says, if it pleases, Excuse me, I beg your pardon, it will never happen again if I can help it.
quote by Carl Sandburg
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The History Teacher
Woman!
Where exactly
Did you put me
In the women's history?
Am I History?
Or a part of it?
And for how long you are lacking me in;
Between
Your History,
Women's History, and
Your archives?
Does time make sense to you
As a History teacher or
As a History professor?
Cause', History, buying time, and rejuvenation
Are for emperors.
Are you making me
An emperor?
Or a Faeroe?
If so,
How precise your are?
And if you can't feel my present presence
how possibility could you feel me through your archives?
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Hitlar...
Some man are like the sun.
They want to start a new day by removing darkness.
History of change,
The world history.
They are the creator of new history.
Hitlar you want to change the history.
You want to make a new world.
As a creator you get respect from me.
If you win, you are god.
If u lost, you are criminal.
Winer or loser,
not a matter.
At least you are a fighter.
Who fight for change..
Imtiaz Emon
Dinajpur medical college
06.12.2011
poem by Imtiaz Emon
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Chaotic Crossroads
History is in the making
But the larger question is
Should one History be erected
Upon the tombstone of another?
Should a limb of Democracy
Be amputated severely
To graft a piece of skin
On another one so hastily?
History is in the making
But at the crossroads, now utter chaos!
The road blockage is lengthening
The streets are now pitifully full of
Woes and loss and egos!
2011
Sugar
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your baby boy
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your play toy
Got no time for every woman
Thinking that shes looking fine
Got no pockets full of money no no no
A fox would just be wasting her time
All I got is good good loving
And good loving doesnt have to find
Hey!
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your baby boy
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your play toy
Get it baby!
Ehhhhhhh
Mmmmmmmmhmmmm yeah
Got no need for fancy places
Got no need for cannon and wine
Got no need to move to the city no no no
Got no need to walk the line
All i need is good home cooking
And some sugar after supper time
Heeyy hey
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your baby boy
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your play toy
Ohh sugar
Ohh sugar
Ooohhhooohhhooohhh sugar
Ohh sugar
Ohh sugar ...
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Rochester Cathedral 2005
Pass by this ancient door and pause
Look upon it very history etched in stone
Wonder at its age and all who stood,
As you are standing now, looking.
The good and great of history
Have passed its portals just like you
Kings and Queens of every age
Have worshiped here, the Christ King.
Sit, be still, as voices young and old
Raise in perfect sound, the alleluia’s
To echo round the vaulted heights.
Kneel and pray as others have
So many times before through history
Evidence of the living God worshiped still.
Here Justus placed his knee in prayer
When all was daub and wattle
The imprint of history remains however
A time line of experience, and calling.
Today its mission written large in stone
To worship the alpha and omega
We see its beginnings, its end?
Is always in the future, waiting.
poem by James Tipp
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The adult is adept.
A child does not know to express what it knows
And the adult is adept to elaborate
What he does not know; he wrote religions,
History, astrology and philosophy.
10.06.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sugar
Verse 1:
I never knew
What that honey could do
She was a mystery.
Somebody fooled around
And landed in love,
And that somebody was me
B- verse:
And she gave me chocolate covered kisses
With her candy coated lips and
I feel the rush everytime we touch.
Im trippin when Im near her cause
There aint nobody sweeter.
Chorus:
Shes my sugar (shes my sugar)
And shes alright.
Everything about my babys so tight.
She gives me sugar (sugar, sugar, sugar)
She gives it all night.
Never knew that it could feel so good, feel so good.
Shes my sugar.
Verse 2:
No need to tell her,
She knows what I like.
My babys got that cinnamon touch.
Sugar and spice, body so nice
You never give me too much.
B- verse:
All her chocolate covered kisses
And her candy coated lips and
I feel the rush everytime we touch
Im bettin all my money, that shell always be my honey
Chorus:
Shes my sugar (shes my sugar)
And shes alright
Everything about my babys so tight.
She gives me sugar, she gives it all night
Never knew that it could feel so good,feel so good.
Shes my sugar.
Bridge:
And when I turn out the lights (my sugar)
Ill taste her honey tonight (shes my sugar)
Sweeter than any fruit on the vine
Keeps gettin better, keeps gettin better all night
Repeat chorus to end
song performed by by Youngstown
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