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The only possible ethic is to do what one wants to do.

quote by William S. Burroughs
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Anything Is Possible

Anything is possible
If you put your mind to it
Anything is possible
Just put your mind to it
Anything is possible
If you put your mind to it
Anything....
Is possible
Verse 1:
Thought I couldnt slow him down
Long enough to look my way
Thought he was out of my league
Wouldnt give me time of day
Thought he was like all the rest
Love her, leave her, no remorse
But I guess that I misjudged
And this thing just ran its course
He taught me
Chorus:
Anything is possible
If you put your mind to it
Anything is possible...
Just put your mind to it
Anything is possible
If you put your mind to it
Anything is possible
Break it down now.....
No matter what it is, its possible
Say, anything is possible
(anything...) no matter what it is, its possible
Say, anything is possible
(anything...) no matter what it is, its possible
Say, anything is possible
(anything...) no matter what it is, its possible
Say, anything is possible
Verse 2:
Much to my surprise I felt
A warm, not cold vibe
When he looked in my eyes
(oh yeah, its possible)
His bad boy front not charm
Was his disguise
Oh whoa whoa
(let me tell ya)
He read so much into me
Listened so attentively
He liked me, I rest my case
Wasnt just a pretty face
Bridge:
If you set your mind

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song performed by Debbie Gibson
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The Impossible and the Possible.

Poem Title: The struggle to overcome the difference between the Impossible and the Possible
Acrostic Poem 166a

The struggle to overcome the difference between the impossible and the possible.
Hope being the word that springs to mind to link these two opposites to attract.
Eternally wandering Cyber space side by side hooking onto every adjective or verb.

Seeking Impossible causes to take away excuses and make them once more possible.
To overcome the bigoted, blind, self centred mind set of the un-believers.
Reaching corners of the mind that you of Christian or Muslim Faith never thought existed.
Unless you have spent all your life on earth in a cocoon not within real time.
God has chosen you to teach the differences between the Impossible and Possible.
Given that if at first you don`t succeed... You`ll get it right next time.
Love for all your Fellow Men and Women may seem Impossible. Trust me it`s the only way.
Every possibility, has been at sometime within it`s life...seemed Impossible.

Take the making of a silk purse from one sows ear. If you will
Or the finding of a needle in a hay-stack or the abolition of third world hunger and the like.

Or the creation of the Love of Nation unto Nation... The end to all War or domination
Very nearly every single problem has a solution, indeed sometimes many solutions do exist.
Electricity, how unbelievable to the even the wisest man once upon a time thought “impossible”
Radio waves converted into the sweetest sounds ever heard by mortal Man
Communication instant Chat across the Globe in real time ….one to one...”Impossible”
Of loving commitment between different creeds and cultures without ever meeting possible.
Mighty soon God will look down on earth and see the two words rolled into one!
Entreating the Impossible always Possible and the Possible never Impossible.

The struggle to overcome the difference between the Impossible and the Possible.
Holy Holy Holy, Eureka, Glory be! We are getting there, I do believe I really do believe.
Eternally where two Poets or more can get together to speak as one, in one Like-minded.

Difference between the Impossible and the Possible are reduced to nil
In practical terms every metaphor, rhetoric, noun or verb or adjective can be polished.
From the most impossible dream into the possible reality of the finest prose ever written.
From the dullest of dyslectic mutterings to the most flowery of sweetest love songs.
Endlessly tripping from the lips of stranger meeting stranger, wisest verse ever heard.
Re-acting opposites attracting the Impossible with the Possible. Judge for yourselves.
Enacting with the humble Poet that composed this message. You may never chance to meet.
Never in a Thousand years of trying, these chances, sure don't happen every day.
Catch the Impossible catch on the very boundaries of your mind to make a difference.
Every chance that one single catch will win your team the Game.

By making then the Impossible Possible, you have changed in one action the life you have.
Every Impossible thought can then be dismissed from your mind possibly forever
The sun to leave the sky, the rivers all run dry, a baby not to cry ….Impossible.
We have that song within our mind, which keeps our feet upon the ground
Every now and then to be able to accept that all things are not Possible.

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poem by Philip Winchester
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Peace Of Mind

I gotta find peace of mind... I gotta find peace of mind
He says it's impossible...But I know it's possible
He says it's impossible... But I know it's possible
He says there's no me without him... Please help me forget about him
He takes all my energy... Trapped in my memory
Constantly holding me... Constantly holding me
I need to tell you all... All the pain he's caused mmmmm
I need to tell you I'm... I'm undone because mmmmmm
He says it's impossible... But I know it's possible
He says it's impossible without him... But I know it's possible
To finally be in love... And know the real meaning of
A lasting relationship... Not based on ownership
I trust every part of u.... Cause all that you say you do
You love me despite myself
Sometimes I... I fight myself
I just can't believe that you.... Would have anything to do
With someone so insecure... Someone so immature
Ohh you inspire me, to be the higher me
You make my desire pure... You make my desire pure
Just tell me what to say... I can't find the words to say
Please don't be mad with me... I have no identity
All that I've known is gone... All I was building on
I wanna walk wit you, how do I talk to you?
Touch my mouth with your hands... Touch my mouth with your hands
Oh I wanna understand the meaning of your embrace
I know now I have to face... The temptations of my past
Please don't let me disgrace... where my devotion lays
Now that I know the thruth... Now that it's no excuse
Keeping me from your love... What was I thinking of
Holding me from your love... What was I thinking of
You are my peace of mind... That old me is left behind
You are my peace of mind... That old me is left behind
He says it's impossible... but I know it's possible
He says it's improbable... but I know it's tangible
He says it's not grabbable... but I know it's haveable
Cause anything's possible... Cause anything is possible
Please come free my mind... Please come feed my mind
Can you see my mind ohh... Won't you come free my mind
Oh I know it's possible
Anything, anything, anything, anything, anything.... yeah
Anything, anything, anything, anything, .... yeah
Anything, anything, anything, anything, anything.... yeah
Oh, free... free, free, free your mind
Free... free your mind
Free.. free your mind
Free free free free your mind
Oh, it's so possible... Oh, it's so possible
I'm telling you it's possible... I'm telling you it's possible
Free, free, free....... free, get free now (repeat)
Your my peace of mind... That old me is left behind

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song performed by Lauryn Hill
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Is it Possible?

Is it possible
That so high debate,
So sharp, so sore, and of such rate,
Should end so soon and was begun so late?
Is it possible?

Is it possible
So cruel intent,
So hasty heat and so soon spent,
From love to hate, and thence for to relent?
Is it possible?

Is it possible
That any may find
Within one heart so diverse mind,
To change or turn as weather and wind?
Is it possible?

Is it possible
To spy it in an eye
That turns as oft as chance on die,
The truth whereof can any try?
Is it possible?

It is possible
For to turn so oft,
To bring that lowest which was most aloft,
And to fall highest yet to light soft:
It is possible.

All is possible
Whoso list believe.
Trust therefore first, and after preve,
As men wed ladies by licence and leave.
All is possible.

poem by David McKee Wright
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Is It Possible

Is it possible
That so high debate,
So sharp, so sore, and of such rate,
Should end so soon and was begun so late?
Is it possible?

Is it possible
So cruel intent,
So hasty heat and so soon spent,
From love to hate, and thence for to relent?
Is it possible?

Is it possible
That any may find
Within one heart so diverse mind,
To change or turn as weather and wind?
Is it possible?

Is it possible
To spy it in an eye
That turns as oft as chance on die,
The truth whereof can any try?
Is it possible?

It is possible
For to turn so oft,
To bring that lowest which was most aloft,
And to fall highest yet to light soft:
It is possible.

All is possible
Whoso list believe.
Trust therefore first, and after preve,
As men wed ladies by licence and leave.
All is possible.

poem by Sir Thomas Wyatt
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In Her Dark Citadel (Revised)

I am so glad to be led by Madame Pompadour,
her employees are irksome self-motivated prigs
dissatisfied as their central value, the ethic of
the hard-working Calvinist, showing a lack of
ambition; is trampled beneath Madame's feet as
only dishonesty pays, she is ashamed of her
underlings; she says

Madame Pompadour shows grand ambition by
sneering at work ethics and showing utter
disdain for everyone except her own arrogant
self, she spreads the bitterness eating away
at her soul by destroying work enjoyment, re-
lationships and processes, she thrives
on discontent

She detests the culture of her underlings, their
behaviors, attitudes, assumptions, beliefs; it's
an affront contravening her ideal of sharing un-
happiness equally; she stamps on undue diligence,
the unspoken, unwritten rules followed by those
coming in early, leaving late, making every
due date

She counteracts them by staying home, not
being on time, shouting at clients and service
providers alike, playing cards at work; this is
her way to fulfill ambitions her behaviour
proclaims, belittling everyone without rank
or status to fight injustice when she rates
them badly or refuses permission to leave

She runs her world to her satisfaction, no ethic
or moral principle is brooked in her reign of
terror, making a stand Voldemort would envy,
a representative of Nietsche's Ubermensch,
hooray for Madame La Pompadour - supreme
in her dark citadel!

[ORIGINAL]

I am so glad to be led by Madame Pompadour,
she says her employees are irksome by being
self-motivated prigs who are dissatisfied as
their value of a hard-working Calvinist ethic,
shows a lack of ambition in a world where
only dishonesty pays, she is ashamed of
her underlings, she says

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poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Is It Possible

Is it possible,
To hold others responsible...
For a decline of one's quality of life.
As they sit and do nothing,
To prevent a pile of trash...
That collects upon the streets,
In neighborhoods in which they live?
Of course it is.

Is it possible,
To hold others accountable...
For children unable to read or write.
As their parents spend countless nights,
Partying and nodding from stupors...
Right in their children's sight.
Yes.
Of course it is.
This is possible.

Is it possible,
To lay the blame with claims...
Someone who sacrifices time and their skills,
To hear people say...
None of what is done comes their way.
And these same people take no stand.
But a procrastinating is what they do...
While awaiting for someone to come hold their hands.
Not only is this possible.
It is a followed procedure.

Is it possible that those who show,
Themselves clearly out of their minds...
To find acceptable excuses to make time after time.
And how it is someone else attracted them to sit...
In acceptance of this.
As they lacked a motivation to ignite their behinds.
While they seek to define,
Ways to excuse their involvement.
Need you ask?

Is it possible,
That such laziness...
Can rise to unquestionable heights of power unresisted?

Yes!
It is quite possible.
Although defensive are those maintaining...
The insecurity of their sensitivities.
And expensive it has been,
To keep their wishes protected.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Highly Respectable Gondolier

I stole the Prince, and I brought him here,
And left him, gaily prattling
With a highly respectable Gondolier,
Who promised the Royal babe to rear,
And teach him the trade of a timoneer
With his own beloved bratling.

Both of the babes were strong and stout,
And, considering all things, clever.
Of that there is no manner of doubt -
No probable, possible shadow of doubt -
No possible doubt whatever.

Time sped, and when at the end of a year
I sought that infant cherished,
That highly respectable Gondolier
Was lying a corpse on his humble bier -
I dropped a Grand Inquisitor's tear -
That Gondolier had perished!

A taste for drink, combined with gout,
Had doubled him up for ever.
Of THAT there is no manner of doubt -
No probable, possible shadow of doubt -
No possible doubt whatever.

But owing, I'm much disposed to fear,
To his terrible taste for tippling,
That highly respectable Gondolier
Could never declare with a mind sincere
Which of the two was his offspring dear,
And which the Royal stripling!

Which was which he could never make out,
Despite his best endeavour.
Of THAT there is no manner of doubt -
No probable, possible shadow of doubt -
No possible doubt whatever.

The children followed his old career -
(This statement can't be parried)
Of a highly respectable Gondolier:
Well, one of the two (who will soon be here) -
But WHICH of the two is not quite clear -
Is the Royal Prince you married!

Search in and out and round about
And you'll discover never
A tale so free from every doubt -
All probable, possible shadow of doubt -

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poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Is This Possible

Is it possible,
That some go out of their way...
To be noticably lacking of any skill,
Other than theft.
With no thought process,
Unless it is borrowed.
Is it possible?

Is it possible not to comprehend,
What creativity means?
Is it possible to clearly plagiarize,
Every concept that is seen...
And still declare one's originality!

Not only is this possible.
People have survived copying others' lives.
But to totally deny someone else's involvement...
Is the reason why some folks choose to hide,
While they continue to thrive off lies undetected.

Is this possible?
Not only is this possible...
That's how some people believe life works!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stephen Frye

Steve Frye,
is it possible to run
a private equity firm
without causing harm?
without investing
in slaughterhouses,
ecocide, and arms?

Is it possible to write
books without highly graphic
descriptions of violence?

Is it possible to write books
without a main character
who advances strip malls
and porn corporations,
sports teams with spectators
guzzling beer,
casinos which fleece the sheeple?

Is it possible to write books
without giving the villains
Irish, Italian, and German names..
as if you are still fighting WW2?

Is it possible to write books
without a commercial for animal
flesh in every chapter?

Is it possible to discuss the
JFK assassination without
impugning the character of
truthseeker Jim Garrison?
without promoting the CIA
lie that Oswald was
a Russian Marxist?

Is it possible that the FBI
and its author pawns
can admit the truth of
the past? Hoover's
role in JFK's murder,
Mark Felt's role
in the Watergate frame?
Mueller's role in
the crucifixion of ELF
nonviolent activists?
Mukasey's role in
waging illegal
and violent wars?

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poem by O. Anna Niemus
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Anything Is Possible

There are times in your life they take you by surprise
You and I - I know we can talk about it
You're important to me like the air that I breathe
You and me - I know we can talk about it
When my conscience comes undone I unfold and morning comes
I know you're my friend - hold on and transcend
I know anything is possible - I don't ask for much
Just show who you are and I'll know anything is possible
There's a shadow of doubt turning you inside out
What you reveal can make you so strong
Tell me where is the proof?
Does it lie in the truth?
I believe we can be anyone
When my conscience comes undone I unfold and morning comes
I know you're my friend - hold on and transcend
I know anything is possible - I don't ask for much
Just show who you are and I'll know anything is possible
I wanna know you
I wanna feel you
I know you're my friend - hold on and transcend
I know anything is possible - I don't ask for much
Just show who you are, then I'll know anything is possible
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song performed by Heart
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Promised You A Miracle

Promised you a miracle
Belief is a beauty thing
Promises promises
As golden days break wondering
Chance as love takes a train
Summer breeze and brilliant light
One love she sees
He controls on love
Love sails to a new life
Promised you a miracle
Belief is a beauty thing
Promises promises
As golden days break wondering
Only love she sees
He controls on love
Life mirrors a cure
Everything is possible
With promises
Everything is possible
Oh no
I promised you a miracle
Belief is a beauty thing
Promises promises
As golden days break wondering
Chance reflects on them a while
Love screams so quietly
Slipping back on golden times
Breathing with sweet memories
Promised you a miracle
Belief is a beauty thing
Promises promises
As golden days break wondering
Only love she sees
He controls on love
Life mirrors a cure
Everything is possible in the game of life
Everything is possible
Oh no
Chance lost pearls of great price
Take care of family
Only aches for love
Love waits for fame
In chance in chance theyll see
I promised you a miracle
Belief is a beauty thing
Promises promises
As golden days break wondering
Only love she sees
He controls on love
Life throws a cure

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song performed by Simple Minds
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Oh that it were possible

Oh that it were possible
After long grief and pain
You walk in the path of amiable
Innocence and repentance plain

And your bare sole
Will touch the field scudding chaffs
The meadow wheat elongated spikes will dagger your soul
And the wind will blow your skirt in halves

A throng of persistent rain drops caress
Your neck, your shoulders and your fresh head
And as you walk wet and soaked and careless
You shall see the vermillion canopy of dawn’s shade

And you stand breast high amid gilded wheat field
Clasped by the golden light of a bright morning yield
Like a sweet creature a beloved of the sun
You draw many glowing kisses like one

And you rush brushing ankle-high in a sea of flowers
And you hear the wind behind playing in thousands waves of golden wheat
And you breath nostrils wide the field sweet
As the cows thick with milk and the buzzing bees honey your hour

Tranquility and calm will extend within thee newly bred
As a ray of dusk breaks through the edge of a dark cloud
And you will be free from scalp to sole of any doubt
Like a bird in the sky your soul will fly without a dread

And you shall smell the fresh cut field’s furrows
As your breath grows calm as a nun
And you will watch the waning sun
In the mirror of a puddle wrapped in golden rows

And things turn so simple and apparent in life
Calm without a struggle or the din of a strife
And you can touch, and you can live under secure heaven above
And you can love! And you can love! And you can love!

Oh that it were possible
After long grief and pain
You walk in the path of freedom lane
Untouched by scourging fire along or by storms of evil

And you fall into innocence and repentance plain

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poem by Isaac Ziv
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Life On Mercury

If it had not once existed,
Could something without a history...
Become dependent permanently,
To fix and stick as if cement.

If it had not once existed,
Could respect and discipline...
Find their way into our minds,
And stayed forever as if meant!

Anything is possible,
Like life on Mercury.
A planet no one mentions.
But who knows what there breathes?

Anything is possible,
Like life on Mercury.
A planet no one mentions.
But who knows what there breathes?

If it had not once existed,
Could respect and discipline...
Find their way into our minds,
And stayed forever as if meant!

Anything is possible,
Like life on Mercury.
A planet no one mentions.
But who knows what there breathes?

Everyday something new is claimed and named.
Everyday something new created,
Comes and remains.
And everyday we find something new to entertain.

If it had not once existed,
Could something without a history...
Become dependent permanently,
To fix and stick as if cement.

Anything is possible,
If it's craved as a sentiment.
Anything is possible,
If it's wanted bad enough to begin.

If it had not once existed,
Could respect and discipline...
Find their way into our minds,
And stayed forever as if meant!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prince Hohenstiel-Schwangau, Saviour of Society

Epigraph

Υδραν φονεύσας, μυρίων τ᾽ ἄλλων πόνων
διῆλθον ἀγέλας . . .
τὸ λοίσθιον δὲ τόνδ᾽ ἔτλην τάλας πόνον,
. . . δῶμα θριγκῶσαι κακοῖς.

I slew the Hydra, and from labour pass'd
To labour — tribes of labours! Till, at last,
Attempting one more labour, in a trice,
Alack, with ills I crowned the edifice.

You have seen better days, dear? So have I —
And worse too, for they brought no such bud-mouth
As yours to lisp "You wish you knew me!" Well,
Wise men, 't is said, have sometimes wished the same,
And wished and had their trouble for their pains.
Suppose my Œdipus should lurk at last
Under a pork-pie hat and crinoline,
And, latish, pounce on Sphynx in Leicester Square?
Or likelier, what if Sphynx in wise old age,
Grown sick of snapping foolish people's heads,
And jealous for her riddle's proper rede, —
Jealous that the good trick which served the turn
Have justice rendered it, nor class one day
With friend Home's stilts and tongs and medium-ware,—
What if the once redoubted Sphynx, I say,
(Because night draws on, and the sands increase,
And desert-whispers grow a prophecy)
Tell all to Corinth of her own accord.
Bright Corinth, not dull Thebes, for Lais' sake,
Who finds me hardly grey, and likes my nose,
And thinks a man of sixty at the prime?
Good! It shall be! Revealment of myself!
But listen, for we must co-operate;
I don't drink tea: permit me the cigar!
First, how to make the matter plain, of course —
What was the law by which I lived. Let 's see:
Ay, we must take one instant of my life
Spent sitting by your side in this neat room:
Watch well the way I use it, and don't laugh!
Here's paper on the table, pen and ink:
Give me the soiled bit — not the pretty rose!
See! having sat an hour, I'm rested now,
Therefore want work: and spy no better work
For eye and hand and mind that guides them both,
During this instant, than to draw my pen
From blot One — thus — up, up to blot Two — thus —
Which I at last reach, thus, and here's my line
Five inches long and tolerably straight:

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poem by Robert Browning (1871)
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Is Happiness Still Possible..

Possible, possible, happiness possible
When heard a broadcasted chat plausible

A topic discussed on wonders and wonderment
Seven wonders one by one dealt first

Then one wondered at birth and death
The next in awe of ocean's depth

Other one on seasons and rain
Next on food.. digetion and indigestion

Wonderment else's was a beetle in mango fruit
Whereas strangely next was a spectral ghost

A devotional heart wondered at infant's smile
An exploring mind noted all archaeological

One atlast on water-discovery aghast in Mars
No sooner I wondered at those knowledgeable villagers

Than that Mars-man innocently cracked
'So that water-problem on earth solved'...

You're laughing, laughing as I was
Innocent irrelevance, like a joke it was

And in whole radio-man summed up to say
'Seven more wonders in an array..

Five senses, hands and legs are they
Ruled but by the top wonder 'mind' ay'

Is happiness still possible...?
Yes you say...'possible, possible'

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Thief! ! !

You are a thief
THIEF, THIEF, THIEF
Thief from bones and soul
Thief till dust and ash
THIEF, THIEF, THIEF
Thief who steals and shouts
Thief who cheats and hides
You have a pride
A pride of THIEF
You have an ethic
An ethic of THIEF
You have rules
Rules of THIEF
You take what you want
And run from everyone
Irresponsible about what you’ve done
Leave this mess to be blown
THIEF, THIEF, THIEF
There’s nothing real
From your belonging
You’re just a thief
And why I should follow a thief

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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My Work Ethic

I make what I do look easy.
So naturally,
Those who believe they know me...
Think there is no effort applied.
And insist I could get a real job,
If I tried.
And they have real jobs they despise.

And I can say,
My work ethic is real.
I am devoted to what I do.
And with me that is the appeal.
I may not have money they can respect.
Or finances to purchase what I wish for next.
But there is one thing I know no one with me can bet...
I wont be seen shopping at the mall seeking a happiness.

And I can say,
My work ethic is real.
I am devoted to what I do.
And with me that is the appeal.
So naturally,
Those who believe they know me...
Think there is no effort applied.
And insist I could get a real job,
If I tried.
And they have real jobs they despise.

And nothing that I do with this passion I have,
Can I describe or categorize!
And everyday what I do to do it until it gets done...
I feel grateful to be blessed,
With a happiness I can regard as fun!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Wonderful Feeling (Revised)

A fervent plea, an impassioned SOS to
the remote IT – Help, my computer’s
failed; disciples of cool calmly reply,
bring us the CPU. CPU? Yes, it means

dismantle, dissemble or disembowel
the beast, locate the malfunctioning
piece, balance precariously on a chair
with wheels and drag it down here

Security says disbelievingly, Oh no, you
must fill out this form in duplicate at
least, CPU detail, your name – and oh,
plus another for the chair;

Struggling with anxious sweat brow-
breaking and running unchecked down
my face, finally reach IT - my arrival
ignored – Please, I beg, sanitise my

virus-infected CPU – Tech Siyabonga
says, Ok, leave it, we’ll fix it soon and
abruptly leaves to teach me the true
meaning of ‘laissez-faire’ – deflated

return to empty desk noted by June
who offers use of desk-top spare, I’m
suddenly hub of activity – Mme La
Pompadour making funny remarks, a

baby crying somewhere, June and
Hanlie happily laughing creates a
safe atmosphere in which every
translation moment is blissfully

ensconced in a bright bubble their
dedicated work ethic creates, such
a wonderful feeling being part of
the show….

[ORIGINAL]

Ran down to IT – S.O.S - computer not
working - Bring the CPU, the disciples of
cool calmly replied; went back to dismantle
and drag a precariously balanced CPU
down on a chair with wheels

Oh no, Mr Security Man said, fill in this form

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poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Lust less is listless

Lust is born with the embryo
With-in the mother’s womb,
To grow with it as basic instincts.

Conscience is born with the birth of psycho
With-out the mother’s womb,
To grow as many-fold ethics.

Lust strives to quench the thirst
For food, water and, most the sex,
Never ending till the last.

Conscience strides to uphold Ego,
With search for love, name and safety,
Often putting down the Lust.

When fed, Lust brings cheer.
When fed, Ethic quells fear.
Who dares, gets cheer.

Too much under the sway of Ethic
One ends up one’s life sans cheer;
Suppressed is the Lust.

Lust, when maimed or chopped,
Its root is never cut, nor dead.
Rather it deranges or spearheads.

Which is why Lust sneaks out its head,
When thwarted, to get fed
And breeds cheers behind the door.

Erotic pleasure has no equals.
Forgo it not, by being ethical.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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