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Laziness is the sibling of starvation.

Filipino proverbs
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Red Skies

Why can't people just understand
money's something in the nature of the hand
now as we need something to help us with
all used up and nothing more to give
Change for the better
no more laziness kills like murder
help another you want for someday
you cant hide while I'm running
And all these people they don't comprehend
all those obscure animals aren't even in their pen
along the wheels comes the pain and strife,
(???)
Change for the better
no more laziness kills like murder
help another you want for someday
you cant hide while I'm running
And all these people they don't comprehend
all those obscure animals aren't even in their pen
along the wheels comes the pain and strife,
(???)
Change for the better
no more laziness kills like murder
help another you want for someday
you cant hide while I'm running
Change for the better
no more laziness kills like murder
help another you want for someday
you cant hide while I'm running

song performed by Blink 182
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Valley Forge

Close your eyes and imagine
the soldier at Valley Forge
The suffering that he endured was real
starvation, total war.
Yet in has eyes the iron will to win
and for the cause, he won't relent
(Chorus)
Would he look upon us now in anger and disgust
His politics a birthright and our creed
Will we let ignorance and laziness bring our demise
Complacency, we're blinded by our greed
Standing barefoot, frozen bloody hands
his musket clutched, an iron grip
and for the cause, he has but one regret,
he's only got one life to give
(Chorus)
Would he look upon us now in anger and disgust
His politics a birthright and our creed
Will we let ignorance and laziness bring our demise
Complacency, we're blinded by our greed
It's time for us, to open up our eyes,
and cherish the lives we all can have
and to the ones who kept our freedom free
words can't express all that you've done
(Chorus)
Would he look upon us now in anger and disgust
His politics a birthright and our creed
Will we let ignorance and laziness bring our demise
Complacency, we're blinded by our greed

song performed by Iced Earth
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Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; III:

Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; III: On Laziness And Its Resultant Ills
There was a man in New York City
(His name was George Adolphus Knight)
So soft of heart he wept with pity
To see our language and its plight.

He mourned to see it sorely goaded
With silent letters left and right;
These from his own name he unloaded
And wrote it Georg Adolfus Nit.

Six other men in that same city
Who longed to see a Spelling Heaven
Formed of themselves a strong committee
And asked Georg Nit to make it seven.

He joined the other six with pleasure,
Proud such important men to know,
Agreeing that their first great measure
Should be to shorten the word though.

But G. Adolfus Nit was lazy;
He dilly-dallied every day;
His life was dreamy, slow and hazy,
And indolent in every way.

On Monday morn at nine precisely
The six reformers (Nit not there)
Prepared to simplify though nicely,
And each was eager for his share.

Smith bit the h off short and ate it;
Griggs from the thoug chewed off the g;
Brown snapped off u to masticate it,
And tho alone was left for three.

Delancy’s teeth broke o off quickly;
From th Billings took his t,
And then the h, albeit prickly,
Was shortly swallowed by McGee.

This done, the six lay back in plenty,
Well fed, they picked their teeth and smiled,
And lazy Nit, about 10:20,
Strolled in, as careless as a child.

'Well, boys,' he said, 'where’s the collation?
I’m hungry, let us eat some though.'
'All gone!' they said, and then Starvation,
(Who is not lazy) laid Nit low.

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poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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Orphans Of Wealth

There is no time to discuss or debate
What is right, what is wrong for our people
Time has run out for all those who wait
With bent limbs and minds that are feeble
And the rain falls and blows through their window
And the snow falls and blows through their door
And the seasons revolve 'mid their sounds of starvation
When the tides rise, they cover the floor
And they come from the north
And they come from the south
And they come from the hills and they valleys
And they're migrants and farmers
And miners and humans
Our census neglected to tally
And the rain falls and blows through their window
And the snow falls and blows through their door
And the seasons revolve 'mid their sounds of starvation
When the tides rise, they cover the floor
And they're African, Mexican, Caucasian, Indian
Hungry and hopeless Americans
The orphans of wealth and of adequate health
Disowned by this nation they live in
And with weather-worn hands
On bread lines they stand
Yet but one more degradation
Yes, and they're treated like tramps
While we sell them food stamps
This thriving and prosperous nation
And the rain falls and blows through their window
And the snow falls and blows through their door
And the seasons revolve 'mid their sounds of starvation
When the tides rise, they cover the floor
And with roaches and rickets and rats in the thickets
Infested, diseased, and decaying
With rags and no shoes and skin sores that ooze
By the poisonous pools they are playing
In shacks of two rooms that are rotting wood tombs
With corpses breathing inside them
Yes, and we pity their plight as they call in the night
And we do all that we can do to

song performed by Don McLean
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Less Eccentric But Thoughtfully Provocative

Remembering those first decisions,
I had made for myself...
I can now admit to feeling awkward then.
I had no elder sibling to follow.
I was the oldest child in my clan.
And I noticed with me several experiments began.

I was expected to 'know' before I knew a thing.
I was expected to 'grow'...
To show my sister, Mimmie 'everything'.
And she knew she got the short end of the stick.

'You don't know what your're doing!
Do you? '
~Shut up! I'm two years older than you...
LITTLE girl.~

She hated me for that.
And I didn't care.
I hated we both were in that trap!
Of that I was young and too aware.

I made many mistakes!
I didn't know what I was doing.
The first born of a crew,
Is often blamed for what the other kids do!

And when I knew this was going to be my fate,
I flew!
Or I thought I could...
By taking a swan drive from the nest!
I had just turned 18...
When I joined the military.
Never again to say I was bored to death.

It took me years to land on my feet.
Since I kept knocking my head,
Against many tests I objected to in protest.

Remembering those first decisions,
I had made for myself...
I can now admit to feeling awkward then.
I had no elder sibling to follow.
I was the oldest child in my clan.
And I noticed with me several experiments began.

Even to this day I look for ways,
To be daring and more outrageous.
Although I like to perceive my actions to be,
Less eccentric but thoughtfully provocative!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She Is Not Charming But..!

She is not charming
but has a very kindly heart;
sows seeds of love in my heart
but yearns for the flower,
that is my heart.

I have no mind
to receive her golden heart;
nor any design to present
my unworthy heart to her;
I told her, 'you are my sibling! '
She left all broken.

Another girl with no grandeur of heart
but with glitter and sparkle all over her body,
with a condescending look
goes avoiding me, twitching her face;
I run after her;
Think of holding fast her legs;
'The sibling' philosophy
conveniently I set aside!
Enslave myself to external charms
that batters my reason to numbness
and inflames my lust to furious fires!

O God..tell me-
Why have you left in men
such a flimsy ungraceful heart?

poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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My Unborn First Sister

The anticipation grows each day
To see my little sister appear and say
Carolyn I love you so
Thankyou for being the sister I know

I talk some days to my mums tiny bump
And see this huge explosive thump
Is this my sister already talking to me?
i really hope so I guess ill soon see

all the love and care inside
builds each day it can not hide
it is all made for this one little girl
my first sister to be my mums little pearl

in a few weeks ill no longer be
this “only child”, its no longer just me
this is definitely not a bad thing
I already love my unborn sibling

When she appears we will all celebrate
Me, mum and Jase we really cant wait
To see her little face awaken and shine
This really will be a happy time

So to you my little unborn sibling
After 17 years I now know what I have been missing
A little sister to love and hold near
And that baby girl is you my dear

poem by Carolyn Williams
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The Red Bird Lives

A red bird lands to rest
Upon a tree branch.

The red bird chirps
For his sibling,

The cat takes notice, quietly
It watches his prey,

The cat figure it had his
Dinner..

Slowly the cat takes aim
And leaps for the red bird.

The red bird takes flight to
To join his sibling.

The cats loses,

But the red bird lives to chirp
Chirp another day..

The cat meow while his stomach
Growls,

The cat watches for another
Chance to feed his hungry
Stomach..

So, the cat meows hoping
For a meal,

To cure his empty stomach..

poem by Carolyn Sears
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Small laziness leads to big laziness.

Tywa proverbs
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First Time In Life

First time in life I missed to see rising sun
Prior to it I used to complete my health run
Generate enough of heat in body and prepare
Days plan along with routine care

I felt laziness and lacked will power to rise
It was almost new development to me with great surprise
Normally I showed inclination for early get up
Today I felt reverse of it and did not hurry up

Sun rays give enough of energy and keep us fresh
I sensed absence of something and did not rush
It gave pulses of relaxation and sickness in mind
Everything seemed to be out of control and missed essence of its kind

One must adhere to strict normal routine
Everything then runs in time and in line
We may have lot many things to define
But discipline should never be undermined

It is first lesson in life to be punctual
Rest all things can be taken as casual
We can relax when days plan is summed
But ready to go into action as soon as summoned

I felt as if body had lost its vigor
There was no shine on face with its red color
I realized it is not worthwhile to have slackness
Laziness must be shed or pushed away in any case

I shall make this day break as an exception
Such thought should never emerge from the inception
They kill human spirit and push to some inaction
Life must be pushed all the times with vigorous action

The sun is our life time energy source
No one is exerting or can have any type of controlling force
We got to plan as per its movement and act
As everything is dependent and it is established fact

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Some Things Others Do

YOU,
May tolerate your laziness.
But me?
I find it offends.

Perhaps,
I know what it takes to be disciplined.
And those accepting mediocrity with ease...
Is like hearing the screeching,
With chalk on a blackboard...
Intentionally begin.

YOU,
May tolerate your laziness.
But me?
I find it offends.

And I know I represent,
An older generation now!
However...
Some things others do,
I will not let go unmentioned.
It is wonderful to see someone attempting their best.
And that effort seems to grab my attention!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These People Are Never the First

Too often...
Those who use common sense,
Are punished for being correct.
In fact,
Some sarcastically call them smart.
As if they are using some exclusive part of the brain...
Others do not have membership to address or obtain.

It's just another excuse to sound off their laziness,
With a customary abuse of their existence.

You need not ask for them to give an opinion.
It will be there in the atmosphere!
Along with a judgement passed...
As to who made the wrong or right decision.
And why...
If it was up to them,
They would have made another choice.
And these people are never the first,
To make their voices heard!

It's just another excuse to sound off their laziness,
With a customary abuse of their existence.

And it makes one wonder why...
God has blessed certain creatures with wings to fly.
And some creatures with brains...
Never to be used for long periods of time.
Or,
Very little.
If at all.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Let Fade Away and Dissipate

It isn't in my interest to discuss it.
That determination you confess...
Still addresses laziness.

It isn't in my interest to discuss it.
How you lay around and sit...
As you waste precious time,
Accepting procrastination as legit.

And you say I'm not supportive,
And abort listening to you.
You accuse me of being distant,
From those things you choose to do.
But you're the one who hesitates...
In masquerades you initiate.

It isn't in my interest to discuss it.
That determination you confess...
Still addresses laziness.

It isn't in my interest to discuss it.
How you lay around and sit...
As you waste much precious time,
Accepting procrastination as legit.

And you say I'm not supportive,
And abort listening to you.
You accuse me of being distant,
From those things you choose to do.
But you're the one who hesitates...
In masquerades you initiate.

You say I am the one,
Who creates and generates hate?
One of us has to generate something.
But I wouldn't call it hate created.
I'd call it a lack of appreciation...
For those talents and skills,
You continue with excuses made...
To let fade away and dissipate.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Knew Too Few Would Be Found To Qualify

The comments made on racism,
Are as ridiculous as the denials.
Anyone within distance,
Of an urban area wherever it is.
Would witness the existence of it.
Unless those riding on tour buses are told,
How laziness results in hunger...
And homelessness.

And those that are subjected to this point of view,
Have had choices to control their own destinies.
But who knew too few would be found to qualify.
Leaving the majority to self inflict their own wounds.
And choosing to be victims.

The comments made on racism,
Are as ridiculous as the denials.
Anyone within distance,
Of an urban area wherever it is.
Would witness the existence of it.
Unless those riding on tour buses are told,
How laziness results in hunger...
And homelessness.

And those that are subjected to this point of view,
Have had choices to control their own destinies.
But who knew too few would be found to qualify.
Leaving the majority to self inflict their own wounds.
And choosing to be victims.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But On The Other Hand

Death is Bad;
but it is slimming.

Life is Good;
Except when it is Bad

Heaven is good
but it is too far away
and I wonder if there
is dating there
or marriage.

Why do Arab Martyrs
get 21 virgins in Heaven?
Where do they come from?

Dying is ok by me
I just don't want it to be unpleasant
and I certainly don't want to watch;
don't want you to watch either.

I like birds
but the way they fly around
seems frivolous.

Happiness is over-rated;
but then again
so is misery.

I like kissing
but the spit part
and the lips-
can't you catch something?

The little girl said
'Sex is like blowing up a balloon
and then the baby cries.'

He said;
'Women are like precious diamonds
hard on the outside
hard on the inside
but make-up and lighting
makes them look shiny.
But they are far more valuable than men.

Men are like custard pie
delicious when fresh
but not fulfilling
enough for dinner;

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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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And who is any of us, that without starvation he can go through the kingdoms of starvation?

quote by Haniel Long
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Oxygen Low

Starvation of the brain
oxygen low
Makes your mind take you
to another life

Family not dissimilar
voices sound familliar
but faces just seem to simulate

Starvation of the brain
oxygen low

poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Groaning The Blues

(by willie dixon)
Im so tired of moaning, trying to groan away my blues.
Im so tired of moaning, trying to groan away my blues.
I keep weeping and crying every time I think of you.
I would rather die of starvation, perish out in the desert sun,
I would rather die of starvation, perish out in the desert sun,
Than to think of some other man holding you in his arms.
My heart gets so heavy, lord I shakes down in my bones.
My heart gets so heavy, lord I shakes down in my bones.
I cant hurt a murderer, oh lord, but Im forced to weep and moan.

song performed by Eric Clapton
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We can't

We can’t build permanent shelters
We can make people run helter and skater
We can go to outer space and walk
We can’t see eye to eye and talk

We can spend millions on nuclear
We may know but still not clear
Prepared to go for innocent’s kill
Unable to go for and protect the will

We may build many more dungeons
But will not go for help to regions
We can witness hunger and starvation
We have no time to go for observation

We have powerful greed to swallow
But not let others something to allow
We have systems to annihilate human beings
But no will power to make poor a king

We have everything at our disposal
But no mechanism for its addressable
We may go for or dwell at any length
But not enough courage to go with strength

We are being graced with many resources
We are equipped to meet undesirable forces
It is needed for and waiting for skillful execution
What required is human touch and firm resolution

No hunger, no starvation deaths and poverty
Movement and freedom with full liberty
We can do or achieve anything impossible
Make it worth while with trend reversible

So many things we may be unable to perform
Fully alive to the situation and readily informed
We weigh it in term of loss or gain
All good efforts should not go in vain

Think in terms what I can perform or do?
How much I can be sensitive or true?
Has that got large bearing on masses?
Have I to be sincere without making any passes?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Everybody Knows Why The Children Are Hungry

Everybody knows why the children are hungry.
Everybody knows why the poor give up dreaming
and the rich can't sleep without surveillance.
Everybody knows why this young girl can't read
and the Taliban throw acid in her face.
Everybody knows why this young boy
at twelve years old
feels about as heroic as a statistic
and looks at the future as if
he were already a has-been.
Everybody knows why there's a rifle in his hand.
Everybody knows why
there are people washed up
on the streets of our cities
as if a great ship of state had gone down
like a garbage barge off the coast of New Jersey.
Everybody knows why
women are being sexually colonized
in the Democratic Republic of the mineral-rich Congo.
Everybody knows their atrocities
like serial killers and baseball cards.
You read a lot of existentialism
that prefers existence to essence
but you still find it hard to picture the abyss
that defines being as a special case of nothingness:
look into a dead child's eyes
look into a dead child's mind
look at what she cherished about life
like a cosmology all of her own
a myth of origin
a reason for stars
rejected by the metaphysics of the flies
that gather like punctuation marks all over her eyes.
Everybody knows
why the truth is veiled in spider-webs
that are maintained like political systems
who let the few who know how to spin silk out of their ass
eat everyone.
New eyes for old lamps
here comes this year's candidates
like autumn to the ballot-box
like worms to a windfall of apples
to improve the lives of illegal immigrants
by privatizing concentration camps.
Everybody wants to stick their thumb in plum pudding
and say what a good boy am I
and everybody forgets who they stole it from
and everybody regrets that they didn't get caught
in time to do it all over again
as they address themselves like greed

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poem by Patrick White
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