I am Balushi
Balushi I am Glory and pride I am Mount I don’t scare from the wind Tsunami I am Be aware I am loyalty I don’t know treachery I am a friend Time of backbone I am a Shield On alaram I am generous On disaster I am Balushi Glory and pride I am Omani Crown of the Arabs
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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In children’s glory
The root toils and takes pride in its crown.
The crown beams but gives no credit to the root.
Birds and animals all admire the crown
For the fruits and the shades they obtain.
They attach least importance to the root.
The root still sticks to the vanity of its pride
As parents take pride in children’s glory.
05.07.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Glory Is Not The Glory of God
MY GLORY IS NOT THE GLORY OF G-D
My glory is not the glory of G-d
I do not know what the glory of God is-
I do not know my own glory.
Glory glory glory
What’s glory?
We are small lost souls in a space and time so far beyond us
It is difficult to imagine
Even God knows how to deal with it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Beautiful Mount Fuji
Beautiful Mount Fuji,
How are you?
Oh glory wonderland!
I am a passerby to say hello to you.
All the nations have heard about you,
From the morning frost to a picture at dawn;
Oh glory, glory, glory wonderland! !
Mount Fuji is your name.
Beautiful Mount Fuji how are you?
You already know my name since,
I am your frequent visitor;
All the nations have heard about you as well,
Like the precious stones on our necks.
I only need to climb you once to gain wisdom,
Beautiful Mount Fuji how are you?
I have hopes and dreams like all the visitors around;
Oh glory wonderland.
With Fujiyama as sight to play a role,
Come in the night and see her wonders;
Beautiful Mount Fuji,
I do respect you a lot.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Pride Comes Before A Fall
The great one does not last a champion in his prime
He lost to a younger man with some help from father time
The years had left him slow time takes care of us all
He defended his pride but pride comes before a fall.
And even what a difference five or six years can make
To keep on keeping on for him a big mistake
He should have called it quits a couple of years ago
For the money he kept going though the years had left him slow.
Once feted and admired but that was in the past
And he too had his day and nothing ever last
He went down rather tame to one that he once would beat
And for one proud as he there is no pride in defeat.
The beaten one this time he has called it a day
Though perhaps six years ago he should have given his game away
But his pride kept him going wisdom never was his friend
And his glory day for him one might say at an end.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Pride!
All I have left is my pride.
But a shield, yet a buoy.
Keeps me afloat against vice,
Against your spite that annoy.
My pride; a protective pride,
Affords me dignity's joy-
When you want to stomp my might,
When you want to stop my force.
It is my pride that clears my sight.
Thus leave me to my proud course.
Lest you feel my wrath ever fierce.
My pride, the only dignity I know.
Only wall between trodden tears;
The defender of weak, helpless souls,
Those looking upon the rich with fear.
Pride; the bold titanium shield of sorts.
Blocking the piercing stares and jeers.
Unseen strength that can't be stopped.
Can't be broken; is my pride here.
poem by Real Wordz
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Too Much Pride
Say good morning this is your lucky day
Most of your problems theyre gonna slip away
Oh Im gonna help you, I can show you the way
So give me so time my friend and hear what I say
You got too much pride, too much pride
Drive yourself crazy, you got too much pride
Take a look at the downside anyway that you choose
Out here on the upside you aint got nothing to lose
Oh Im gonna help you, I can show you the way
So give me some time my friend and hear what I say
You got too much pride, too much pride
Drive yourself crazy, you got too much pride
Too much pride it will drive you wild
It will burn your soul, cut you deep inside
Drag you down, get in your way
So take a look my friend listen what I say
You got too much pride, too much pride
Drive yourself crazy, you got too much pride
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Foolish Pride
There are times, we have what's called,
foolish pride and then there comes a time,
when we should cast it aside! Having too
much pride, can stand in your way and in
many a case, it just doesn't pay! You have
to know, when to say, enough, is enough,
why wait, until it's worse and the going, gets
rough? In some instances, it's okay to have
a little pride, be aware, when it gets out of
control, as too much of anything, can make
you, a lost soul! Don't let pride, stand in your
way, if you want to get someone's attention,
do it, in the proper manor and you won't have
any, intervention. So there you have it, you
know what too much pride, can do, try to
be cognizant, of what is, the best for you!
poem by Audrey Heller
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My Pride
My pride is my soul
My soul immortal
Break this body
I’ll not ask for mercy
Even undone
I kneel to no one
Me
The only
and one
Make me cry?
I’d rather Die
Nothing is worth begging for
Nothing
Not money
Not fame
Not hunger
Not love
Not life
Nothing
I will not bow
I will no break
Everything you throw
I’ll take
In my book
If you have no pride
You’re not worth knowing!
My pride
My savior
Makes me a god of thunder
The worlds most extraordinary lover
The deepest thinker
Most profound feeler
No one is my match
No one is my equal
I pity those who are not me
They will never know what it’s like
To take life in
With pure greed
Be you mighty
Or meek
Despair and envy me
Look unto me and dream
Of what you could be
For my pride is there
To guide me
To remind me
There is no one greater in this world
Than me
I am almighty
Let the humble bow
I’ll not
When I meet my maker
I will stand before him
And look at his glory
And take my pride
And say ‘look upon it! ’
‘Isn’t it a worthy trophy? ’
‘Is love of my accomplishments
My passing of time
My triumphs
My errors
My glory
Mine crime? ’
Is pride truly the greatest sin?
Did it not save me countless times.
Kept me standing where others fell?
Made decisions my very own?
The essence of individuality
In Escaping conformity?
If asked to part
I’ll say nay
‘Saying but you made me this way! ’
And go my own way
Not entering another’s HIS domain
I’ll have my pride as companion
Always by my side
No one will get the better of me
Not while my pride holds me
For am I not unlike God
Made in his own image?
The King Has Lost His Crown
Ahhhaaaa......
I believe your new girl turned you down
And they say shes pushing you around
How does it feel, I guess it hurts your pride
Tell me my friend how many nights you cried
Disaster and disgrace
The king has lost his crown
Suddenly
Hes clumsy like a clown
Aaaaah
The world is upside down
The king has lost his crown
Was it hard to step down from your throne
And to know tonight youre all alone
Oh what a shame, you really want that girl
She doesnt care, still you just dream of her
Disaster and disgrace
The king has lost his crown
Suddenly
Hes clumsy like a clown
Ha-aaaahh
The world is upside down
The king has lost his crown
Disaster and disgrace
The word is all around
Suddenly
Hes clumsy like a clown
Aaaaaaa-ah
The world is upside down
The king has lost his crown
song performed by by ABBA
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The Pride That Comes After
It knows it all, it knows it all,
The world of groans and laughter,
It sneers of pride before a fall,
But the bitter pride comes after:
So leave me and I’ll seek you not,
So seek me and you’ll find me—
But till I know your hand-grip’s true
I’ll stand with hands behind me.
It knows it all, it knows it all,
The world of lies and sorrow—
It prates of pride before a fall,
And of the humble morrow;
But shame and blame are but a name,
Oh, heart that’s hurt past curing!
We’ll drink to-night the sinner’s pride,
The pride that’s most enduring.
They know it all, they know it all,
The curs that pass the sentence.
They preach of pride before a fall
And bitter black repentance:
So leave me when my star is set,
I’ll glory that you leave me,
While one has pride to love me yet
There’s nought on earth shall grieve me.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Somebody Touched Me
(first release, live version portsmouth, england, september 24, 2000traditional, arranged by bob dylan)
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!
Would you please welcome columbia recording artist bob dylan.
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
While I was praying, somebody touched me,
While I was praying, somebody touched me,
While I was praying, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
Well, it was on a sunday, somebody touched me,
It was on a sunday, somebody touched me,
It was on a sunday, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Oman Country Liberal
Oman Country Liberal
Ancestral history of glory
Historian in the heart of time
Across the seas and oceans
Witness the East and West
Empire of the brave
Heeded the call
Honest and generous people
Generosity morals
And dream ornaments
The people of manners
Sultan Qaboos
Grandson of the Sultans
His march
Gold and biography
And achievements of the invisible visible
Oman rest of your glory
Not in history
But
In the hearts of your fans
Crown on the head
Not interested in destabilizing the weak people
And deny as long as the Sultan
Reminded him of the glory of time
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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Enjoy the bends, forget the end.
A king, whether in exile, banishment,
deportation or dethroned ceases to be a king but he can pride himself on the past glory,
and can reminisce about it.
A lover, whether a loser, a blighted,
A deserted or a deprived ceases to be a lover but he can pride himself on the past glory and can reminisce about it.
Love may not lead to happy ends.
But definitely it has happy bends.
22.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pride
Pride
I heard you saying it is the first of the seven deadly sins
But for me it is a virtue and its absence cause deficiency
We only need to restore it, our major goal in treatment
For if it is destructive, conceit and arrogance among our fellows
Then the pride in us properly be called unhealthy
Not a feeling of positive regard to drew out our potentiality
Pride without humility is a feeling of superiority
But for pride in a correct understanding, feels good of who he is
Aware of his limitation and retains a secure heart
For pride is his justice of admiration for humanity
Without he alone or she only but share the success with others
For failure of others has no room in “the heart”
and acceptance never depart
Pride then is a feeling of positive regard of himself
Very healthy feeling a tremendous motivator for self actualization
He does not need to elevate from others for he is secure and mature
A genuine self pride moves to condemn not but to promote no strife
For pride is part of him but not unjust yet with self communion
Self aware of being not vexed by power of pride
but possesses mature and healthy nature
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory, glory to, glory to,
The new born King...
Glory, glory, glory, glory, glory...
Glory to the new born King
Hark! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new born King
Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled
Joyful all ye nations rise, join the triumph of the skies
With angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem
Hark! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new born King
Glory, glory, glory, (oh yeah) glory, glory
Glory to the new born King
Glory (glory) glory, (yeah) glory, glory...
Glory...
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory... Glory...
Hail! the heaven-born Prince of Peace; Hail the son of Righteousness
Light and life to all He brings, risen with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by, born that man, no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth, born to give them second birth
Hark! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new born...
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song performed by by Jessica Simpson
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Pride
Pride
when it becomes
the only shield
to protect your being
to protect your happiness
be proud to have it.
Pride
when it drives you
to solitude
and becomes the cause
of your loneliness
have courage
to throw it away.
Pride
is just a thing
you can carry it
or you can put it
into trash.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Son can be a rival/.
I taught my son lessons on singing
And made him with my sweats a great singer.
Sons’ glory is fathers’ glory.
His glory is my glory.
His wings spread and mine shrunk.
People thronged around him and spared me.
They didn’t say he was the great;
They said I was no where near him.
His glory is not my glory;
Sons’ glory is not fathers’ glory.
Can there be two heroes in a play?
Should he outlive me in the posterity?
He is my rival, no more a son.
11.02.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Let us sing Glory (Song)
Let us sing glory to the God
Let us sing glory to the Lord
God created the heaven and earth
Lord came for us from heaven to earth
Let us sing glory to the God
Let us sing glory to the Lord
God created the sea and sky
Lord controlled the sea and wind
Let us sing glory to the God
Let us sing glory to the Lord
God had given us fruits and plants
Lord given himself as bread and wine
Let us sing glory to the God
Let us sing glory to the Lord
God created stars
Stars shown the way to Jesus
Let us sing glory to the God
Let us sing glory to the Lord
God given the life on the earth
Lord raised the life from the dead
Let us sing glory to the God
Let us sing glory to the Lord
Praise the God for all his greatness
Praise the Lord for all his help
Let us sing glory to the God
Let us sing glory to the Lord
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poem by Bhavani Polimetla
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Beginning of destruction
pride it’s all your fault
Pride it’s all your fault we in this mess
Pride it’s all your fault we are suffering
Pride it’s all your fault people are shedding blood
Pride it’s all your fault families are destroyed
Pride it’s all your fault people are so greedy and selfish
Pride it’s all your fault people have no love
Pride it’s all your fault are so jealous of each other
Pride it’s all your fault people are so lost
Pride it’s all your fault dying from this horrible diseases
Pride it’s all your fault we have so many orphans
Pride it’s all your fault people are betraying each other
Pride it’s all your fault are dying of hunger
Pride it’s all your fault fathers are sleeping with their children
Pride it’s all your fault people are so heartless
Pride it’s all your fault there is no peace, unity and harmony in this world
Pride it’s all your fault we have all this sorrow
Pride it’s all your fault God has rejected us
Pride it’s all your fault people are so evil
And they have decided to be in love with evil rather than good
You have ruined this world
You are to blame for all this misery
If lucifer did not have pride in his heart we wouldn’t be in this mess
Pride it all your fault! ! !
Vangile Mtyali
poem by Vangile Mtyali
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Language of Silence
Silence
a brief pause in a raging fury
Silence
a calmness of steel in euphoric glory
Silence
amidst the passing of gigantic ocean
Silence
in revoking the almighty in full devotion
Silence
a grimace of a mask to hide the pain within
Silence
a quiet confidence after a tough win
Silence
in the gentle fire and devouring flame
Silences
in the glory and recall of lovely name
Silences
in a catsatrophe over mindless disaster
Silences
in the journey to salvation and life thereafter
Silences
in the anthem of nations pride and challenge reckoning
Silences
post the cacaphony after pangs of soul awakening.
poem by Nitin Suresh
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