Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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Let Folly smile, to view the names
Of thee and me in friendship twined;
Yet Virtue will have greater claims
To love, than rank with vice combined.
And though unequal is thy fate,
Since title deck'd my higher claims
Yet envy not this gaudy state;
Thine is the pride of modest worth.
Our souls at least congenial meet,
Nor can thy lot my rank disgrace;
Our intercourse is not less sweet,
Since worth of rank supplies the place.
November 1802
Somebody, Somewhere Claims To Have Proof
Many with a minature flow grown old,
Have overblown and exposing bluff that disrupts.
Just to get the followers of doers to give up...
What they know effective and correct,
And not corrupt...
'Cause,
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
That the doers are the losers.
With lies they tell and try to hide.
Many with a minature flow grown old,
Have overblown and exposing bluff that disrupts.
Just to get the followers of doers to give up...
What they know effective and correct,
And not corrupt...
'Cause,
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
That the doers are the losers.
With lies they tell and try to hide.
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
But,
Where is it?
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
But,
Does it exist?
And...
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
That the doers are the losers.
Can a duck pass as a pheasant?
And...
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof.
But...
Where is it revealed?
And...
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof,
Kept hidden and concealed.
Yet...
Somebody, somewhere confuses truth,
That those who 'Do' are not the losers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doom and gloom
Oh, lordy! The nuts are at it again.
Their paranoiac claims abound today.
Oh! So often I heard their sick refrains
Expounding, predicting the end of days:
Armageddon is near! Sinners prepare
Yourselves! Never once have their claims come true.
The poor souls! Victims of hopeless despair
Terminal crazies, if only they knew
How ridicules they sound to the sane
Yes, sane! Those who bank on a bright future
Instead of those fantastic, inane claims.
I ask you, how much more can we endure?
Their latest claim is now two thousand and twelve.
Hold onto your bibles [laughs] brace yourselves!
poem by Albert Ahearn
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It is commonly observed that a sudden wealth, like a prize drawn in a lottery or a large bequest to a poor family, does not permanently enrich. They have served no apprenticeship to wealth, and with the rapid wealth come rapid claims which they do not know how to deny, and the treasure is quickly dissipated.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Protesting In The Nonsense Called Denial
Like it to accept or not,
But those sharing deceits...
Are people of equal mentalities.
To gather together to make claims of being neglected.
And those looking for physical differences,
To live one step above the other...
Forget,
On which common soil...
There is a placing of similar footsteps.
With the going through the same process.
To gather together to make claims of being neglected.
And to make accusations they do,
That are seen to be reflected and familiar...
Only upsets the ones refusing to see themselves.
And those who refuse to see themselves,
Are all over the place...
Protesting in the nonsense called denial.
And...
To gather together to make claims of being neglected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freemasonry
All this trash
Like Dan B. spews,
And engulfs so many wasted hours, is best described by a simple entry in Webster:
'The act or habit of arrogating, or making undue claims in an overbearing manner; that species of pride which consists in exorbitant claims of rank, dignity, estimation, or power, or which exalts the worth or importance of the person to an undue degree; proud contempt of others; lordliness; haughtiness; self-assumption; presumption. Closely related to the act of arrogating.'
It is on the dollar bill.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Like His Mother Nature
Despite advanced medical technology people still age and die
And though people on an average live longer now one fact we can't deny
Is that the Reaper who claims every life will one day claim your's and mine
Each day we live we draw closer to our lives finish line.
If wealthy people could live forever more how awful that would be
'Twould seem that Nature would be punishing all of those in poverty
But Nature can't be bribed or bought she is beyond reproach
She does not differentiate between the life of a Human Being or the water dwelling Roach.
Yes nature is beyond reproach she treats as equal all
From the World's most influential Human Being to the wood louse in garden wall
And the Reaper the son of Nature for all of us he wait
He claims the life of each living thing and he does not differentiate
Between the life of a Human Being and a Cockroach whom he does treat the same
He will not spare you just because you have great wealth and fame
And like his Mother Nature he is beyond reproach
He will claim the life of the great Monarch and the water dwelling Roach.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Be Careful
He claims to be somebody but,
B careful to what you intend to do with him;
She claims to be somebody but,
Br careful to what you intend to do with her;
For i am mighty in words and in deeds,
And like the four horns i saw yesterday.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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tHE sERMON oF THE Priest
He is kind. His life is all ruled by the
Kindness of His Embrace for those who are Rejected.
She is cruel and strict and claims
That this is what morality is all about.
Virtue is not equated with Kindness.
He loves the wounded kid and to Her
Whose basis for the Accusation is her own
Certainty
She knows people she proudly says.
aND dESpite the Doubt she claims
That he is the Priest
and the Boy is the Molested One.
How unkind for Certainty to Thrive
Sans the Proof
Without the Sight and Smell.
At the End she sits under a Tree.
The Snow Falls. And then she cries.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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London city you claims your right
London city you claims your right
The moving city, days and nights.
it seem no one can sit still
but some do settles
Shifting and moving one place to another
Amazingly there not many Londoner,
Living in London
Widely proclaims by foreign
from every corner earth
We not invading city,
cos this the only city in the world
You can claims your right
Whom you are
Living city of the United Nation
London
poem by See Fee Lee
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Too Familiar Stitch
There are people everyday,
Who make false claims.
Putting the blame for something done,
On someone else.
To then pretend their complete innocence.
A pattern develops.
And this is witnessed.
With false claims made to damage others...
Eventually admitted.
After a pattern sewn...
Shows a too familiar stitch!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everson II
This poem kis about the worth of your wealth,
And like the muse of your love in the garden of peace;
But, i am Everson who just got the smell of the aroma of your love.
You worth my love amd i also have my wealth to present to you,
So, try to understand my creativity;
For, true love makes the world goes round to touch us all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Old Padre and the Tarpon
with apologies to Hemingway
Beyond the frippery and folderol
of bishops and the like,
Father Murphy's on vacation
with just a week to cast
for bigger fish than pike.
And so he sails the peaceful bay
casting every kind of bait,
praying that a tarpon
suddenly will strike.
Hook the big one, Father claims,
and it will thrash around
as if Satan were a submarine
cruising in its wake.
A fish that big, claims Father,
is always worth the wait
for it guarantees an aging priest,
with just a week's vacation,
action and distraction from
the frippery and folderol
of bishops and the like.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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Yes, I Am Blind
Yes, I am blind
No, I cant see
The good things
Just the bad things, oh...
Yes, I am blind
No, I cant see
There must be something
Horribly wrong with me ?
God, come down
If youre really there
Well, youre the one who claims to care
Loves young dream
Im the one who shopped you
Im the one who stopped you
cause in my sorry way I love you
Loves young dream
Are you sorry
For what youve done ?
Well, youre not the only one
And in my sorry way I love you
Yes, I am blind
But I do see
Evil people prosper
Over the likes of you and me
Always
God, come down
If youre really there
Well, youre the one who claims to care
Little lamb
On a hill
Run fast if you can
Good christians, they want to kill you
And your life has not even begun !
Youre just like me, youre just like me
Oh, your life has not even begun !
Youre just like me, youre just like me
And your life has not even begun !
Youre just like me, just like me
And your life has not even begun !
Youre just like me, youre just like, just like me
And your life has not even begun !
song performed by by Morrissey
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That Face You Wear Looked Better
What has happened to your world,
Girl?
And that man you snuck around with...
That gave me the evil eye.
And I tried to warn you...
He would bring you shame.
And make false claims.
What has happened to your world,
Girl?
And all I wanted was to share our happiness.
It looks as if he took that too.
Remember when I said,
I was too good and true
When you lost your treasures...
Did he with your truth,
Pack up to leave too?
You should have seen it coming...
Like the things you pursued.
What has happened to your world,
Girl?
And that man you snuck around with...
That gave me the evil eye.
And I tried to warn you...
He would bring you shame.
And make false claims.
What has happened to your world,
Girl?
That face you wear looked better...
When your eyes were on me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forms of Wealth
To money is attributed wealth
But the open truth of wealth
Is, It is not the only kind of wealth—
There are also other forms of wealth!
Good health is the best form of wealth
Forging rich links in relationships is wealth
Spontaneous love for all life forms is wealth
To have enthusiasm in life is wealth.
Acquiring life-long learning is wealth
Experience and wisdom in life is wealth
Meeting new people is also wealth
Visiting new places too is authentic wealth.
The quest to explore something is wealth
To have a positive mind-set is wealth
Existence of deep internal peace is wealth
Early morning waking up with joy is wealth.
Possessing high self-respect is wealth
Having strong spiritual connection is wealth
There exist so many types of wealth
Constitute all these and you're with full wealth!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Fantastic Duo
You have been my rock.
Like it there or not.
Chip to pebbles from this boulder.
But a strength is held,
As if moltened gold.
You know.
You know.
You know you know.
You are there in my mind alot.
Feelings we've known don't come to a stop.
Because of an argument I or you can not drop.
You know.
You know.
You know you know.
Fantastic duo!
You know.
You know you know.
We've been that rock.
As a duo.
You know you know.
That just wont stop.
As a duo.
You know you know.
And whatever claims you want to give me shade,
Don't gloss or laminate it.
Duo.
Duo you know!
We've been that rock.
As a duo.
You know you know.
That just wont stop.
As a duo.
You know you know.
And whatever claims you want to give me shade,
Don't gloss or laminate it.
Duo.
Duo you know!
Fantastic duo!
You know.
You know you know.
We've been that rock.
As a duo.
You know you know.
That just wont stop.
As a duo.
You know you know.
And whatever claims you want to give me shade,
Don't gloss or laminate it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To E-
Let Folly smile, to view the names
Of thee and me in friendship twined;
Yet Virtue will have greater claims
To love, than rank with vice combined.
And though unequal is thy fate,
Since title deck’d my higher birth!
Yet envy not this gaudy state;
Thine is the pride of modest worth.
Our souls at least congenial meet,
Nor can thy lot my rank disgrace;
Our intercourse is not less sweet,
Since worth of rank supplies the place.
poem by Byron (1802)
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Death The Great Equalizer
Some die of natural causes some in a tragic way
But for every single one of us a final night and day
Without respect for the power of wealth and without respect for fame
Death the great equalizer treats everyone as the same
Without respect for anyone or creatures great or small
The billionaires of the World to the Reaper's scythe do fall
At least the one who does claim every life promotes equality
Amongst the wealthy of the World and those in poverty
Some live on to a ripe old age and some die in their prime
And some even die as children they are not granted much time
Not ageist or discriminatory in any way
He claims the lives of the very young and those who are old and gray
He's a true egalatarian of him one can only say
And for each and everyone of us a final night and day.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Impressed By Those I Have Not Met
Why should I continue to ignore myself,
To value the opinions of others?
I use to do that and I stayed depressed.
If it appears I am selfish and self centered,
Perhaps I am deserving of my selfishness.
Maybe I earned it!
Others will not admit my sacrifices.
And I don't wear my heart on my sleeve,
For anyone to know to the degree I've sacrificed.
Others have used other tricks and devices,
To maneuver themselves into the spotlight.
One that is believed I seek and need.
They want to take credit for the steps I made.
Those who make claims to know me and don't.
While making attempts to convince themselves,
And others like them...
I had nothing to do with something I've been doing,
All of my life.
And that is to write!
To do it to impress others,
I have never thought about doing.
But I will admit I am impressed by those I have not met,
Who express they can 'feel' me!
While those who make claims they know where I'm coming from,
Judge on my appearance and the way that I am dressed.
And yet have not a clue as to what it is I do,
To get what it is I do done to make a difference for someone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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