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Out of Date Procedure!

Creativity and inventiveness look rare virtues;
In the name of procedure they are crushed
And novelty and innovation seem seldom ever!

Many wish to be in job till retirement sans change;
That way they can comfortably settle and go on
Like oil mongering bull or horse running round pot!

Oil mongering bull functioning in circular motion,
Horse running in round poet no way to go out ever
Are like a frog living in well not seeing outside world!

Mainly due to such men progress and development
No institution or nation can dream about ever at all
Making men of creativity dull and insipid in society!

Changes and reforms on procedure only open gate
To a world of plenty and progress anywhere sure!

poem by Ramesh T A
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Do not confuse motion and progress. A rocking horse keeps moving but does not make any progress.

quote by Alfred A. Montapert
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Circles

Ever since you left me
I've been trying to hide the pain
Painting on a smile with lipstick
Putting on a big charade
So difficult to keep pretending
It's getting harder everyday
It's plain to see I'm cold and heartsick
Since you turned and walked away
I just keep going round and round
And round in circles
Keep on tumbling down
[chorus]
Oh boy my world has changed
And I don't think I can make it without out
Nothing's the same
You got me running around in circles over you
(running around in circles over you)
Saturday I saw you
Holding hands with someone new
Somehow I kept my composure
Just like everything was cool
But inside I kept repeating
Don't you let them see you cry
So I casually turned my head
As the tears rolled down my eyes
I just keep going round and round
And round in circles
Keep on tumbling down
[chorus]
Oh boy my world has changed
And I don't think I can make it without you
Nothing's the same
You got me running around in circles over you
Everything is you
How can I pull through
My heart is consumed I'm so confused
Still caught up in you...love can be so cruel
Baby don't know how to turn you loose
[chorus]
Oh boy my world has changed
And I don't think I can make it without you
No, nothing's the same
You got me running around
And running around
And running around
Nothing's the same
Baby baby cause you
Got me running around
In circles over you
(running around in circles over you)

song performed by by Mariah Carey
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Horse Riding Boy!

A boy goes on horse riding to school!
He doesn’t like cycle or bike or vehicle!
His parents work in foreign countries;
They are ready to give him even bike;
He insisted on horse only for his ride!

He has collected points on horse also;
So, he has got horse for going to school.
He spends Rs.150 daily for his horse;
He even participates so on functions
And he earns considerable amount too!

His aim is to become a race horse jockey!
He learns a lot by doing from now on.
His aim is not to become a book worm;
His vision, idea and action is to achieve
Unlike other boys of his age in school!

Music, arts, games and creativity make
One great after education as it is sure!
A horse riding boy is an inspiration indeed
For kids to develop talent and rise high!
Education is just basic alphabetical letters;
But new creativity only makes one great!

poem by Ramesh T A
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Wishing I Was a Horse

I wish I could be a horse
running through endless plain
No trails and no set course
Feeling naught but wind in my mane
From the sunrise in the east
To the sunset in the west
I will run as a noble beast
While heart pounding in my chest
No man or force will ever tame me
No saddle or bridle shall I wear
As a horse I will remain free
Because as a man I feel despair
So I sit and dream about this freedom
of running through the sun and the rain
of being noble yet bound to no kingdom
As a horse with a spirit not slain

poem by Glaedr the poet
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You grow by drives

The bull got horns to fight with.
The horse has no horns for that.
The horse learnt running to escape by.
Skill grows in adopted ways,
As demanded by sex and safety.
It is a myth the God fevours
For each growth and each loss.
Gravels turn to pebbles by force
28.05.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mere Chaos

They say the way the world will end every now and then
Listening to me my friend
Just don't worry about it
Paranoia devoid s you.
Like a spell cast over us
Fear mongering is fear mongering
A conspiracy is neither a tried or proven theory
Our science is changing everyday
Out with old in with the new
But hey man that was of good use
Oh well it is junk now
Already forgotten just collecting dust
We can always go back they say
But do they?
Or is it more of the next best thing.
We call it innovation
I call it an unproven foundation
Improve upon what's already their
mere building blocks made of air
Just as the thought cross this page their is a new craze
People so lost in the daze
Hey the man says its okay its just another phase
Soon it will gone
And with the dawn will come the new
No routine, no order in all this craziness
It is but of mere chaos.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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A Parable

a frog, always the frog
has always been a frog
servant to the fog, but
one frog one day decides
to be a bull to the dismay
of the frogs in that little pond
to the ridicule of the bulls
nearby but the frog learns
to be a bull and bully has
he become until one day
he gains the respect of the
other bulls to the pleasure
of the sun to the disdain
of the fog on the hills

nothing is impossible
to the power of the mind
this the frog follows
through and through

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To insist on strength ... is not war-mongering. It is peace-mongering.

quote by Barry Goldwater
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Wind Horse

Da naho… It is said,
Wind Horse, gentle Wind horse, you were the last of your kind.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you were running wild and free.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, with this freedom you did nothing but give;
When one called for help you carried them to safety,
No enemy did you have.

Da naho… It is said,
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you gave your life one day
To a boy with no leg.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you gave him your endless love.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you now run in the Great Hunting Grounds;
Giving joy to those there, as you did here.

Da naho… It is said,
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, your life was not the last gift
You gave the People.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you prayed for us, you wished a wish for us.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, we remember you through your brother Horse.

Wi: yo: h … It is good.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, we see you still.

poem by Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk
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Picasso's Skull Caps Occupied Horses Falling

events blasts centre stages frog marches
occupied horses falling in countless agonies
run through spear javelin bayonet thrusts

large gaping torn wounds realities cruelties
horse's sides life bleeds potent swift years
devoured bull dictators devour ripe bellies

view human skull death brews demon changes
overlays victim horse's body escape crushed kneels
gore fleet horse freedom underneath deceptions

bull's horns gore tossed rent sacrifices flesh forms blood rivers
break escape equestrian front facing legs sanctuary sought shelters
seeks knee blood ground knee in groin leg's knee wobble forms

skull caps counting coup taken head's nose concussion bleeds
horn appears within horse's breast to savage despair steal souls
bull's tail forms images flame worship incendiary burning bombs

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Come Running

By the side of the tracks where the train goes by
The wind and the rain will catch you, you will sigh
Deep in your heart
Then youll come a-running to me
Youll come a-running to me
Well you watch the train go round the bend
Play in dust and dream that it will never end
Deep in your heart
Youll come a-running to me
Youll come a-running to me
Said, hey, come a-running to me
Oh, come a-running to me
Hey, yeah, come a-running to me
Said, hey, come a-running to me
Oh, come a-running to me
Hey, yeah, come a-running to me
With your hound dog by your side
And your arms stretched out open wide
I wanna keep you satisfied in the morning sun
By my side, come on, come on run
And you kick the sand up with your heels
You think to yourself how good it feels
Put away all your walking shoes
Then you come running to me
Now you come running to me
I said, hey, come a-running to me
Oh, come a-running to me
Hey, yeah, come a-running to me
You gotta rainbow if you run to me

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Sanctity Of Dreams

Paint a moustache on the Mona Lisa
Ride a Harley through the heart of danger
Pick up a pen and fight a war for the right to dream
I was seventeen
Give up my house, sleep for nights on concrete
Meditate with all the bums on Vine Street
No more running, no more hiding in the house of the dead
I think I'll grow some dreads
I believe in the sanctity of dreams
No more running from these masqueraders
I believe that society will never dream like me
I dream of loving, of the empty graveyard
I dream of Vegas and the transcendental wildcard
A place where noone waits to die before they go into the light
And just the blind have sight
I follow nothing but the compass of my instinct
No matter where it leads, I know it will take me to the brink
And leave me there by myself and all alone with my dreams
Can you hear my scream?
I believe in the sanctity of dreams
No more running from these masqueraders
I believe that society will never dream like me
Never dream like me
Society will never dream like me
Never dream like me
Ooh ooh ooh
I believe in the sanctity of dreams
No more running from these masqueraders
I believe that society will never dream like me
Oh-oh
I believe in the sanctity of dreams
No more running from these masqueraders
I believe that society will never dream like me
Never dream like me
Society
Society will never dream like me
Society
Society
Society will never dream like me

song performed by by Live
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The Sanctity Of Dreams

song performed by by Live
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Money

Money makes the world go round
The world go round, the world go round
Money makes the world go round
The world go round, the world go round (money)
Money makes the world go round
The world go round, the world go round
It doesnt matter if youre up or down
cause money makes the world go round
Say what you will because you know its true
No hundred dollar bill, no fun for you
Dream of your life as your days go by
Trapped in a job til the day you die
Those with the dollar are those with the power
Getting more clearer every minute and hour
Keep on your path hanging on by a thread
With anyones luck you might get ahead
Repeat 1
Say what you will because you know its true
Theyre do different from me and you
Got no credit and you got no cash
Living the high life, living so fast
Stare at the sky and wish upon a star
You gotta dream thatll take you real far
Scratch at your head and you toss in your bed
You just cant escape these words she said
Repeat 1
I wish it was love, I wish it was love
I wish it love, but its not. its money
I wish it was you, I wish it was me
I wish it was us, but its not, its money
Repeat 1
I wish it was love (money)
I wish it was love
I wish it was love, but its not
It doesnt matter if youre up or down
Cause money makes the world go round
Cause money makes the world go round
The world go round, the world go round

song performed by by Vitamin C
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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It’s the second day that I visit

It’s the second day that I visit
on the farm near Reivelo,
just past Vryburg.

They farm with cattle, goats,
a few sheep, muscovy ducks, turkeys
and chicken.

The scrambler bumps up and down
right through the field
and go past rocks and bushes,
while we drive along the rough field
and the hot wind
cut across my face
and there are places
where it cannot go.

It’s time to transform
young bulls to oxen,
to brand cattle
and to cut their horns
and I get a black stallion
to ride into the field.

My cousin rides in front
with a brown Arabian mare
and there are bushes
and flat slabs of rock
and small hillocks that we past
to try and round up young cattle
to the corral.

It’s nice to be a cattle herder
for a time
and to use legs and heels
and reigns,
to round up cattle in the field.

Every thing goes well until
I chase a young black bull
just to the entrance of the fold,
where it stops stubbornly
and doesn’t want to move
a feet further.

I jump out of the saddle,
fasten the reigns
to a small branch
and rush to the obstinate bull.

It stands and snorting
and stamp its feet
and when it sees me,
it rushes confused
at the horse.

That faithful horse stands firm
while the bulls horns swishes
onto the reigns
and the horse
stops that bull in its tracts,
that a piece of the bridle
breaks right off.

Then I am at the bull
and pull the reigns
out of its horns
and it walks meek
into the corral,
while in astonishment
I stand and look at that animal.

With a knee-strap
and pliers in the nose
we draw the bull to the ground
and when we shear it,
it moans like a heifer
and there’s a burning smell
that goes up from the branding iron
and I see the horns
dropp at my feet
and it’s another beast
when it stand on its feet.

poem by Gert Strydom
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As I Sit Upon My Horse

I sit upon my horse
And gaze at the field
A field of rippling grass
Blowing in the wind

I sit upon my horse
And gaze at the sky
A clear blue sky
Filled with clouds

I sit upon my horse
And gaze at the sun
A yellow sun up high
Shining on my face

I sit upon my horse
And gaze at this world
A world fashioned,
Created by my God

poem by Horse Poet
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Running...

Running4Christ.
Running to race.
Running to live.
Running to stay fit.
Running to find myself.
Running to save lives.
Running to heaven.
Running for Christ.
Running for faith.
Running for Love.
Running for God.
Running for Life.
Running for Records
Running for Russia.
Running Till The End..

poem by Joseph Fuller
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The Frog In The Well

'Welcome to this well,
My friend, please tell
How big is your sea-well? '
Asked a frog in the well.

The sea isn't a well,
And has no circular wall
Why don't you go and see? '
Said the frog of the sea.

'No, if there's no wall
As tall as this well,
The sea water will
Seep out as well.'

'You'll go to the hell,
To me, if you again tell
That sea has no wall.'
Said the frog in the well.

Aren't there village folks
Even today, in their walks
Of life full of darkness
About the scientific progress?

Ask some of them why
An eclipse on the sky,
Of Solar or Lunar?
This'll be their answer.

'With its mouth wide open,
A serpent swallows the sun
Or the moon, causing eclipse.'
What an unbelievable nonsense?

'The end of the world is near.
Let people start their prayer
On the nearby mountain
As the catastrophe is certain.'

Some run up and down,
So saying to every one,
For this danger unseen
By the people, not keen.

The scientific knowledge
Should reach every village.
Then will there dwell
Any frog in the well?

poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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Dark Horse

You thought that you knew where I was and when
But it looks like theyve been foolin you again,
You thought that youd got me all steaked out
But baby looks like Ive been breaking out
Im a dark horse
Running on a dark race course
Im a blue moon
Since I stepped from out of the womb
Ive been a cool jerk
Looking for the source
Im a dark horse.
You thought you had got me in your grip
Baby looks like you was not so smart
And I became too slippery for you
But let me say that was nothing new.
Im a dark horse
Running on a dark race course
Im a blue moon
Since I picked up my first spoon
Ive been a cool jerk
Looking for the source
Im a dark horse
I thought that you knew it all along
Until you started getting me not right
Seems as if you heared a little late
But I warned you when
We both were at the starting gate
Im a dark horse
Running on a dark race course
Im a blue moon
Since I stepped from out of the womb
Ive been a cool jerk
Cooking at the source
Im a dark horse.

song performed by by George Harrison
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A Black Colour

It was a black colour and,
That was my first love!
But innovations and creativity are the virtues of Art.
You will see me as i am and,
You will see him as he is;
You will see them as they are and,
You will see her as she is;
But innovations and creativity are the virtues of Art.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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