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Submit me,

Submit me,
Submit me that I may see this house,
I know that we are submitted to true love,
Even in my own thought,
World is submitted to this thought,

Submit me in my house,
I know my home is your house,
Even with this composure,
There is a right for all mankind not Ignored,
There is the joy of living worth than death,
Submit me that we may share this glory.

poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Writers would submit scripts to me, and if I liked one well enough to submit to magazine editors, I had the know-how whether the story was good or bad.

quote by Julius Schwartz
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Sub Culture (Razormaid!)

I like walking in the park
When it gets late at night
I move 'round in the dark
And leave when it gets light
I sit around by day
Tied up in chains so tight
These crazy words of mine
So wrong they could be right
What do I get out of this?
I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realise you can't show off without someone else
In the end you will submit
It's got to hurt you a little bit
I like talking in my sleep
When people work so hard
They need what they can't keep
A choice that leaves them scarred
A view without a room
Unveils the truth so soon
And when the sun goes down
You've lost what you had found
What do I get out of this?
I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realise you can't show off without someone else
In the end you will submit
It's got to hurt you a little bit
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realise you can't show off without someone else
In the end you will submit
It's got to hurt you a little bit
What do I get out of this?
I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realise you can't show off without someone else
In the end you will submit
It's got to hurt you a little bit
What do I get out of this?
I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone

song performed by by New Order
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Submission

I submit myself to these things

The 'small talk' on the sidewalk

The eyes that survey a thousand faces

Without question

The measure of my self and men

The day hangs impatiently outside

Unchanged

I cannot rearrange the sky

Or measure a world in an hourglass

Yet something must give

In all these acts of living

Is this it?

Letting the mask slip

As the light falls to the window

Uncurl words

Unpaint the feelings

Is it possible just to live

Let life in, under the so many illusions made?

Submit to these other things?

That do not ask anything of us

But just let the day in

The world unfold beneath our feet

Shall we begin

Again?

yvette smith sept 08

poem by Yvette Smith
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A no to question

You won't find until the last day
You will have it only when change the way
Ask why sun is lighting the globe with rays?
Why don't you humbly submit without any say?

More you probe deep will be puzzle
Rain may not stop but only dazzle
You get what ever is needed
Only submit and advice to be heeded

Think of one and love with peace
Time is less and spends it with ease
Silently you pray and remain in company
Everything will be solved and realized by many

He is there to look after all
He may rush to you with slight call
We should have doubt all about his presence
H is in all and that forms good essence

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The difference

the difference between man and god
is man would work to 'create' something
even better than himself so that he can
have a control over him - to use him
and god - no, every creature
would have to be lower than himself
and submit totally to him as laid down in his plan
and that's tip of the iceberg of the differences

the difference between man and god
is that if a man could he would
work to make something
that could have a will of its own
but yet want to have absolute control over him
and god - full will and freedom
are accorded to each creature
even whether they wish to submit to his will
the dangling apple an unfathomable heaven
and a frightening hell

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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PH, To Me

When I joined the ranks of poets
At PH a few months hence
I found a group of people
Whom I now consider friends

Though, as a poet, I suspect,
I’ll ne'er be thought renowned
Still I love to show my work
Where it’s seen the world around

This site has been a boon to me,
Writing more than I used to,
And I think, by reading other bards
My own work’s been improved

I see this site as a privilege
And, one not to be abused
When angry tensions oft arise
It leaves me quite confused

Each item I submit in verse
Though meaningful to me
I suspect that, not, to all who read
Twill be their cup of tea

At times, much better poets
Than I, their work, submit
And even though, I know it’s great
I just can’t “get into” it

But if, alas, I take offense
At values, different than my own
I, simply, note the poet’s name
Click the mouse and move along

If a rude and contentious poet
Should offend enough, on site
Their work, no longer, would be read
Which would be their ultimate price

poem by C.R. Clark
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Nothing is more active than thought, for it travels over the universe, and nothing is stronger than necessity for all must submit to it.

quote by Thales
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The Houses

1898 -- A Song of the Dominions

'Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad,
In thy house or my house is half the world's hoard;
By my house and thy house hangs all the world's fate,
On thy house and my house lies half the world's hate.

For my house and thy house no help shall we find
Save thy house and my house -- kin cleaving to kind;
If my house be taken, thine tumbleth anon.
If thy house be forfeit, mine followeth soon.

'Twixt my house and thy house what talk can there be
Of headship or lordship, or service or fee?
Since my house to thy house no greater can send
Than thy house to my house -- friend comforting friend;
And thy house to my house no meaner can bring
Than my house to thy house -- King counselling King.

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Gathering Dragons

Gathering the dust underneath means you are submitting!
To who do you submit your will?
My master forbade the dragon to utter darkness
And submerge in it at the same time.
For Hell was a place for transgressors,
Reminding us of the Dragon of Despair.
Dust fell from high shelves and you submitted
To the sage of learning and craft:
“Your free will is a heart,
In it is your calibre called living.”
So live as long as song, and devise the words
To commit the deeds that betray a dragon.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Confederation is a compact, made originally by four provinces but adhered to by all the nine provinces who have entered it, and I submit to the judgment of this house and to the best consideration of its members, that this compact should not be lightly altered.

quote by Wilfrid Laurier
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If it all just happens like this for the rest of my life, it's going to be one endless Groundhog Day. I determined that I was not prepared to submit to this regime, so I thought I had to do something about it.

quote by Bruce Dickinson
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We are like horses who hurt themselves as soon as they pull on their bits - and we bow our heads. We even lose consciousness of the situation, we just submit. Any re-awakening of thought is then painful.

quote by Simone Weil
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Subculture

song performed by by New Order
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The Independent Woman....

we are in this house
that from our sweat built
there are only two of us
in this house
which we have not really
called as home,
something's missing
you give me a hint
not the glass window or
the ceiling fan,
i know it but how can i
tell you?
i won't tell, it will hurt you,
we continue living
somehow
just the two of us in this house

we have our own careers
and every morning we rush to go on our different ways
the night is the only place
of our tryst
we manage to spend time for love
we sleep together and share
what we can

there will be a time when this house shall fall
because it is not a home for us all

there will be one morning when you will finally leave
and take away everything from me

and then i will write it on the wall
this house is never a home,
she never wanted a child to bear.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stranger In The House

We dont talk much
We dont make love like we used to
And I stay guarded
Ive got walls and triggers
I never thought I had
And so do you
But this is love
And thats the way we seem content to play it
I touch your clothes when youre gone
I let your scent wash over me
You cry at night and you wish just like a child
That we were how we used to be
Theres a stranger in the house
In the house
Theres a stranger in the house
In the house
Theres a stranger in the house
In the house
And she looks like somebody from a lifetime ago
I stonewall you, you stonewall me
But we both know that
Hiding deep inside us
Lives the love that we try hard to lose
And never will
But this is war
And thats the way we seem content to fight it
I get so angry and confused cause
I want out but I want you
You cant decide between moving out or moving in
You dont know what to do
With a stranger in the house
In the house
Theres a stranger in the house
In the house
Theres a stranger in the house
In the house
And she looks like you
And he looks like me
Is this the same girl that, I fought so hard to win
And now I fight to lose her
Now I feel that its just like skin to skin
And nerve to nerve
Strung out like wire
Is that the way we are content to live
We face off in anger
In rooms once filled with love
Looking for a chink in the armour
Where we can stab the blade
What are we thinking of
Theres a stranger in the house
In the house
Theres a stranger in the house
In the house
Theres a stranger in the house
In the house
And she looks like somebody from a lifetime ago
Theres a stranger in the house
In the house
Theres a stranger in the house
In the house
Theres a stranger in the house
In the house

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Psalm 8 part 2

v. 3ff, paraphrased.
L. M.
Adam and Christ, lords of the old and new creation.

Lord, what was man, when made at first,
Adam the offspring of the dust,
That thou shouldst set him and his race
But just below an angel's place?

That thou shouldst raise his nature so,
And make him lord of all below;
Make every beast and bird submit,
And lay the fishes at his feet?

But, O! what brighter glories wait
To crown the Second Adam's state!
What honors shall thy Son adorn,
Who condescended to be born!

See him below his angels made;
See him in dust amongst the dead,
To save a ruined world from sin;
But he shall reign with power divine.

The world to come, redeemed from all
The miseries that attend the fall,
New made and glorious, shall submit
At our exalted Savior's feet.

poem by Isaac Watts
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I need a Kiss,

I need a Kiss,
I need a Kiss from you,
That I compose another thought,
I need a composure,
I need a Kiss that is thinking of another thought that hast this talent,

Compose on and on,
I know that you need another kiss from me,
Maybe Iam Composing this meaning and ever realising that Iam a man,
I kiss this ego with my vicissitudes,
These men are so callous in their hearts,

Compose another thought with that Spiritual Being,
It is worth that we are living for that Glory that is to come,
Ain't no dirty with that great composure,
We ain't no other man than the Kingdom that is from this composure.

poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Jesus Was An Alien

Never survive at your no-go grocery store
And if you believe that boy will sit down and I will
Tell you more
Lee harvey oswald, well you know he had to have known
Charlie manson, only wanted to make his house a home
Chorus:
Jesus was an alien, flying through space
God was an astronaut, who said boy, I like your face
So the story begins...
Girl I love you, well the check is in the mail
Found religion inside myself, I drank the blood, the
Flesh was stale
Reach in your pockets and give us all you can
Know the one thats going to heaven, is gonna be the
Richer man
(chorus) x 2
I see ya shakin boy, do ya find it hard to believe
That the one you been living for would cut your wrists
To watch you bleed
Found out the truth is a lie, and it makes you feel
Unwell
Say the church of all mighty God is all we have to
Save us from hell
(chorus) x 2
If you find some error in the lyrics,
Would you please submit your corrections to me? thank
You.

song performed by by Matchbox 20
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Home is much more

I thought of home
As a dwelling house
Where I could lay naked without a blouse

I thought of home
As a dwelling house
Playing cat and mouse with my spouse

But home is much more!
Much more than a place you lay your head

O! where do I begin
Home is within
Home is deep rooted in ones soul
Home is empty if your heart has a large hole
Home is rebirth from childbirth to death
Home is when you make peace with thyself
And return back to earth!

I thought of home
As a bed with a respectable foam

I thought of home
As a place we feel we belong
Recharging our bodies to be strong

I thought of home
As living in no chronological order
With father, mother, sister or brother

I thought of home
Associating it with family
Affiliating it with ones country
Contemplating with the idea
As where one spends Christmas, Easter and New Year
O! dear

But home is much more!
O! where do I begin
Home is within
Home is thy inside twin
Your spiritual interior environment
No one dares enter without thy consent!

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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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House Of Jazz

Humdinger
Bell ringer
Got a nasty stinger
To slow you down
Mud slinger
Gold digger
Who point the finger
And do you down
Kickin' and a fightin' on a TV show
Lightin' blindin' in the middle of the road
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in

I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz

Ball stripper
Big tipper
Got a slap 'n' tickler
To make you growl
Spitin' and bitin' on a TV show
Tightenin' frightenin' givin' out a load
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in