Quotes about slur, page 4
Until the last
She did not give up until the last
You had moved to her very fast
She was like flower and very fresh
Still you preferred to desert and thrash
She has nothing to give
Except to let it go and forgive
No one may listen to or believe
There is no other option to be lead and live
She may not prefer the tears to fall
May be it is not worth the call
Let there be crash of sentimental wall
The promises made may still remain very tall
There is no escape route or window
It is useless to run after shadow
There is nothing to offer in hand
You just care for her as true friend
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Behind Your Calculations
Your svelte hands
zithers the abacus
that calculates
your reluctant fandango
like how it played
the harp
in the nights
where the pebbles
are sharp jewels
And the dexterity
of your tumbling specks
of gaiety
is a regal piece
of oblivion
Your summer sky
hailed a silver gilt
in somersaulting rifts
of the sun's corolla
And underneath
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poem by Norman Santos
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Modern and educated world
Horrified tale of modern and educated world
You feel ashamed and develop the cold
Is this the world we want to live in and progress?
Where nothing is left for us to trace?
Women are molested and thrown on road
Blocking their efforts and adding shame and load
Are they not entitled to live honorable life?
Why are they forced to be shamed at the point of knife?
Daily one headline for rape and murder
I pray to God and live under fear
What would be tomorrow’s scene
How such things can be tolerated and seen?
Why we need strict laws to implement?
Why should they ask for justice and launch the movement?
How can we bring slur on their being as female?
Why even today complete things are dominated by male?
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Drab Splendor Of A Gargoyle
The dark came generously
with storm-troubled wings
The stars are all quelled
and the wind hangs purposelessly
There is a streak of verdigris
on the cicatrizing vault
A corolla of change dangles,
a shifting moon unfolds
and my imposition remained
a lackluster glacial metal
The weather was still as gold
and voracious as greedy kings
the crooked hands of the day
basked in luxurious rendezvous
Whilst I dreamed in hues of gray
weaving poems to the blasé moon
stitching the tatterdemalion tapestry
that mantled the ailing wounds
I found myself waiting
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poem by Norman Santos
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Imagine if you can
my discovering to be an expendable particle of Quantum dust sacrificed by a political decision to be cast, drafted and led to combat the viral contaminants of a hypocritical society of their non electoral voting, doubtfully UN-concluded by the master-bated majority of chosen, loyal and qualified to be, not one of revolutionary mind and explosive intent, being free of the behavioral curses inherent to the disposition of a non, conscious, mental aberration that randomly chooses to be lost in the moral dysfunction of some lame, moral and barbaric unleashed alien residing in the DNA miracle of the hexagonal program of tangled string along with the evolutionary theory that has unproven to be seen with that 'eye' that has neither the human iris nor the distinguishing prejudice of selected, visual bigoted focus herein renders its mechanical worthlessness to be victim of human, evolved winnings of Nobel slur-prizes, on the path to hellish interprets, decidedly by some appointed critics of the literary world of self extinguished wing and surviving fittest genius' that have reached egocentric goals brought upon by triggering neurons and brainless synapses who intercourse with mating transmitters of whatever biological demons or angels of their mercy are forthcoming to save from all racial extinction of their inevitable destiny of self distrusted and instructed to achieving...
Predictably, unpredictable
'Goals of Armageddon'
So be it -
El fin?
© 2004...Louie Levy
poem by Louie Levy
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The Wiley Wildebeest
I'm just a young wildebeest, and to say the very least,
Not all that appealing to the eye,
See 'round these plains, between crocs and manes,
By the grace of God, go I.
Now it's fair to think, I'm a food-chain link,
But that's not what irks me the most,
More the continual strife, of the migratory life,
The tough slog from pillar to post.
Incredulously, we do this annually,
Because we're genetically predisposed,
Whoever got it in their brain, to follow the rain,
To me that name must be disclosed.
See we're a million strong, and our tumultuous throng,
Trek for kilometres in countless degrees,
Our way's riddled with foes, but it's me that they've chose,
And so I must the crocodiles appease.
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poem by Greg Costello
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Anguish and pain
I felt deep anguish and sorrow
For those who faced grim future tomorrow
No livelihood and nothing to feed at home
In public also not very much welcome
How many girls live on bar shows?
Their entire life is at their door steps and grows
With all the dependence on income from the dance
Life comes at standstill if pubs are raided by chance
Human greed for women has remained same in all ages
The beautiful ladies are always confined in cages
If not kept as bonded without any kind of liberty
But has always faced wrath from society and pity
Not these ladies alone but farm laborers too
How much torture and pain they have to pass through!
House maids and girls working at public places face same ire
We have nothing except expressing some sympathy and admire
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Anguish And Sorrow
I felt deep anguish and sorrow
For those who faced grim future tomorrow
No livelihood and nothing to feed at home
In public also not very much welcome
How many girls live on bar shows?
Their entire life is at their door steps and grows
With all the dependence on income from the dance
Life comes at standstill if pubs are raided by chance
Human greed for women has remained same in all ages
The beautiful ladies are always confined in cages
If not kept as bonded without any kind of liberty
But has always faced wrath from society and pity
Not these ladies alone but farm laborers too
How much torture and pain they have to pass through!
House maids and girls working at public places face same ire
We have nothing except expressing some sympathy and admire
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Speaking Against ‘ Da Vinci Code’
What Jesus did until thirty
Years, isn’t mentioned in the Bible;
For next three years, he traveled wide,
To preach the Word of God’s Kingdom.
A busy man, a Master too –
With flock of Apostles behind:
He preached through parables to all,
And earned good respect ’midst people.
He spoke in parables;
He performed miracles;
His wisdom was so great,
That Pharisees did hate!
Yet, all the while, He knew His end!
A painful death on Holy Cross –
For sins of entire mankind;
He had His Father’s cause always!
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poem by John Celes
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Stonewall Jackson (Ascribed To A Virginian)
One man we claim of wrought reknown
Which not the North shall care to slur;
A Modern lived who sleeps in death,
Calm as the marble Ancients are:
'Tis he whose life, though a vapor's wreath,
Was charged with the lightning's burning breath -
Stonewall, stormer of the war.
But who shall hymn the Roman heart?
A stoic he, but even more:
The iron will and lion thew
Were strong to inflict as to endure:
Who like him could stand, or pursue?
His fate the fatalist followed through;
In all his great soul found to do
Stonewall followed his star.
He followed his star on the Romney march
Through the sleet to the wintry war;
And he followed it on when he bowed the grain -
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poem by Herman Melville
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