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Virtues, like essences, lose their fragrance when exposed.

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Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose direction and begin to bend.

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People, like nails, lose their effectiveness when they lose direction and begin to bend.

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Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose their direction and begin to bend.

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Together we shall stand

When the conditions go wrong
when there are no jingles of a song
when the world loses its melody
when there is nothing but the tragedy
Together we shall stand

When the flowers lose their fragrance
when the peacock forgets the merry dance
when the sunlight is clogged by the cloud
when the shrieks of pain and terror are loud
Together we shall stand

Together we shall stand
and find the desired path
which leads us to the serene land
leaving behind the abhorrence and the wrath

Together we shall stand
till you trust me
and I trust you
we’ll create a world of new
Just put your hand on my hand
together shall we stand
together shall we stand

Till the eternal days ahead…………

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When Children Lose Their Innocence

The innocence of childhood it is a marvellous thing
And all children are untainted in their life's early Spring
But by the time they've reached their teens their innocence they've lost
And the experience that we gain from age always comes at a cost.

When children lose their innocence they lose their gift of joy
The joy that comes from innocence in every young girl and boy
Compared to us young children see life quite differently
Of the guilt of corruption they are completely free.

I have such happy memories of when I was a boy
My childhood years were happy years but time just seemed to fly
And the experience that I've gained from life it came at a great cost
For I lost something beautiful when innocence I lost.

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The Persons Who Lose Their Sleep

Any person who plans to steal
will lose his sleep, waiting for others to sleep;

A person who falls in love with a fiancee
will have no sleep for ever and you will see;

Any person who likes to enlarge his wealth
will have no sleep, irrespective of his health;

The persons who like to safeguard
the accumulated wealth also lose their sleep!


NaanmaNik katikai 7

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Even When Exposed To It

Some folks don't want to be told the truth.
Even when exposed to it...
They insist it is an evilness,
Coming to destroy their deludeness.

And they will do anything to prevent its existence.
As they persist to solicit deception visits!
With preferences wished.

And a list of demands,
They hold tightly in sweating hands.
Hoping their insistence,
Will diminish the affects of what they will...
Or will not accept!

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When The Tranquility Rules

One has to play innings of life,
Ample joy be there or be full of grief.
As a river flows the life in any way
Deep n calm or be in a spate it may.

Youth enables to enjoy all the tides
Captivating life with joy and grief.
Advent of the evening though may chide,
Shaking the soul for a moment brief.

Ups and downs faced in the life
Ought to unravel meaning of life,
Enabling to take life in its' stride
Like a Sthitpradnya and a being refined.

Joy n sorrow then lose their meaning
When tranquility rules over the evening.

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When A Child Is Lost

When a child is lost,
lost to unknown circumstances,
lost to suspicion of persons
with evil intentions,
then to the eyes of the parents
the lights of sun, moon and stars
have ceased to shine,
the blooming flowers in October
lose their fragrance,
and food doesn't taste
in the tongue.

When a child is lost,
then parents who plea
for their child's return
move us to tears
because children are not
goods to be stolen
but priceless treasure
to be cared for.

When the child is lost,
we share the universal pain
of losing our beloved.
Let us pray that the human goodness
in the heart of the person
who stole the child prevail
and that the lost child
be found.

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Like All of Their Other Excuses

One man has been in their presence,
For just a few years.
However,
Their policies have been eroding for decades.
And yet a crisis that besets them...
They claim he has caused.
By exposing their flaws and misdeeds.
This they wish,
Those absent of a consciousness...
Will accept and believe.
Like all of their other excuses,
Laid at someone else's doorstep.

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Futuristic Swimming

Futuristic swimming,
like fish evolved in air,
like birds that haunt the vacuum
where angels cry, 'Beware! '

There's never been a shortage
of sharks here in the water;
they like the luminous distraction
of the silence after slaughter.

Futuristic swimming,
like fish evolved in air,
like birds that haunt the vacuum
where angels cry, 'Beware! '

Some day words will lose their meaning,
when thoughts flow mind to mind,
and these sad misunderstandings
will all be left behind.

Futuristic swimming,
like fish evolved in air,
like birds that haunt the shadows
where angels cry, 'Beware! '

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I Did Not Lose any Sleep When You Left

Your decision made to follow others,
On a path that seemed safely paved for you...
I respected.
With my regards given,
As my last remarks.

That you appear today to say to me,
There are regrets you wish to express...
Will not recapture,
The many years of suggestions...
I gave to you I believed were best.

What are you expecting,
From me to you for your ears to hear?
An 'okay' with understanding?
As if when you left me you did not make it clear,
To the others you chose to follow...
How crazy you thought me to be!
And my 'know-it-all' personality...
You were glad not to have it near you,
Finally.

Well...
I did not lose any sleep when you left!
And I am sure I will sleep even more peacefully...
When in a few seconds from me you will leave.
I am not here to host another game you wish to play.

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May Lead To Disaster Like Obama From Their Own Creation.

HINDUS PRIDE AND PREJUDICE WITH THE EVIL FORCES,
TO CREATE A PARADISE IN INSIDE OUR GOLDEN BIRD;
WITH A CARNAL DESIRE TO GREED, SEX, VIOLENCE, LUST,
TO CREATE A VAST EMPIRE OF MATERIALIST OBJECT;

BECAME THE DREADED ENEMY BY THE DECISIVE FORCES,
TO PERPETUATE HATRED AND TO CALL THEM INFIDELS;
INSIDE THE PROSTITUTION CENTER HAVING OFFSPRING,
DUE THE EVIL AND POLLUTED HIPPOCRATES SUPERSTITION;

HALF HIDDEN AND HALF PROJECTION OF FALSE IDENTITY,
WHERE ORPHANS BORN FROM THE BROTHEL CONCUBINES;
WERE NOT EVEN ACCEPTED BY THESE PSEUDO MENTALITY,
AS THEIR SINFUL ACTION AND HAVING IT'S REPERCUSSION;

OF DENOUNCING IDENTITY AS THEIR OWN CHILDREN,
HAS RISEN TO CREATE A CULT DECLARING PROSTITUTION;
AS THE PLACE OF THEIR PARADISE WITH HURRAY NIHAMATE,
TO DEFEAT THE TRUTH BEFORE THE CLEAR CUT DECEPTION;

AND THERE BY DECLARING ORPHAN BORN FROM THE VIRGIN,
AS THE SON THE GOD WITH PRIDE TO RULE OVER THE WORLD;
THUS IT IS THE TIME FOR INTERACTIONS AMONGST HINDU,
TO ERADICATE EVIL OF CASTE SYSTEM AND SELF PROJECTION;

AS MOSQUITO, SCORPIONS, SNAKES, COBRA AND PYTHON,
MAY LEAD TO DISASTER LIKE OBAMA FROM THEIR OWN CREATION.

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William Cowper

An Ode, On Reading Mr. Richardson's History Of Sir Charles Grandison

Say, ye apostate and profane,
Wretches, who blush not to disdain
Allegiance to your God,--
Did e'er your idly wasted love
Of virtue for her sake remove
And lift you from the crowd?

Would you the race of glory run,
Know, the devout, and they alone,
Are equal to the task:
The labours of the illustrious course
Far other than the unaided force
Of human vigour ask,

To arm against reputed ill
The patient heart too brave to feel
The tortures of despair:
Nor safer yet high-crested pride,
When wealth flows in with every tide
To gain admittance there.

To rescue from the tyrant’s sword
The oppress'd; unseen and unimplored,
To cheer the face of woe;
From lawless insult to defend
An orphan's right—a fallen friend,
And a forgiven foe;

These, these distinguish from the crowd,
And these alone, the great and good,
The guardians of mankind;
Whose bosoms with these virtues heave,
O with what matchless speed they leave
The multitude behind!

Then ask ye, from what cause on earth
Virtues like these derive their birth?
Derived from Heaven alone,
Full on that favour’d breast they shine,
Where faith and resignation join
To call the blessing down.

Such is that heart:--but while the muse
Thy theme, O Richardson, pursues,
Her feeble spirits faint;
She cannot reach, and would not wrong,
The subject for an angel’s song,
The hero, and the saint!

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Feelings: Land Beyond & Free of Rationalism & Lights Alive

Land Beyond The Sun

I shall drink some coffee laced with vodka
because this lightless depression is getting
me down (we have a gas stove for problems
like these) even the sun refuses to shine –

It’s like the sun itself joined the ANC and
decided that to shine would be a vestige left
of the hated colonialism of yore; therefore,
we shall sit in the darkness of ominous clouds –

Too lazy to rain, too lazy to do anything, yet
floating about and obscuring the sun! So I
have to type fast and read fast before the PC’s
battery is flat – how brilliant is that?

Lightless regards from the land
beyond the sun, in bloody
Far, Far Away…


Break Free Of All Remnants Of Rationalism Also

My PC has a battery, right now because
we have no electricity, in the midst of
gadgets galore, TV’s and DVD’s, stuck
because of power-sharing, even light-
hearted novels lose their attraction
when the Middle Ages descend again

Maybe Mr Mbeki’s much touted plan for an
African Renaissance is the cause of this
Dark Age returning – now when electricity
comes to Darkest Africa, there will truly
be a contrast between the candles we are
burning right now – and the electricity

Lighting the city – allowing us to watch
cricket on TV again – no, wait, it’s a
primitive remnant of colonialism, now
that we have dismantled all systems left,
my comrades all, now that ESCOM is
run by Freedom Fighters, my friends,

We should send cricket and rugby to
kingdom come, and who the hell needs
soccer in twenty-ten – when ESCOM
is sure to be stuck in the hands of my
comrades who plan to also break free
of all remnants of rationalism!


Keep Those Lights Alive

Power-sharing is not too bad, frequent
power cuts create more jobs, increase
the sales of generators requiring clever
men to install the new devices,

But please don’t let the robots die, it is
never clear to me when I should steer
into the traffic, afraid to hold up angry
males like dear hubby

Knowing the words and signs they use
when their speed is hampered by the
hesitation of a female driver, so I charge
ahead, too scared to wait

And earn the epithet of brain-dead idiot,
I accelerate most inappropriately, hoping
for the best, waving at those who seem
angry, apologising profusely

Keeping death from the roads with dead
robots is not a good idea – keep those
lights alive and we’ll also live!

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Disappearing Generation

We’ve got used to the disappearance of some people,
we just worry a while and then forget, sometimes regret,
it’s merely a question of time.
But…it’s a pity when we don’t care a dime
when the whole generation disappears,
when nothing good to follow appears.
I would like to speak about the generation of women over fifty.
They are certainly not guilty, I mean, of their age,
which anyone shouldn’t accept with rage.
But today those women seldom appear on the screens, in the scenes,
they seldom visit theaters and cinema halls,
their places are occupied by young dolls.
They do not go abroad,
This trip some of them can’t afford.
But where are they?
Where do they stay?
They are in a hospital, in a market, in a flat,
little by little getting fat.
They are defenceless, often dreamless,
they do not go out, they do not shout,
they only whisper: which bread is crisper?
They are not needed by the rest
as they don’t do everything so fast.
This whole generation of women disappears
and nothing good to follow appears.
No one asks: Why? May be it’s a lie?
We shout today: Children are our future!
And what about our culture?
The generation of women over 50 disappears,
the career created on young bodies appears.
We’ve lost millions of grey haired heads
just because they are no more a lass.
China legs, drugs, habitual use of the word “f....”,
glass made eyes, no need to realize the situations,
interest in new glamour sensations.
Young bodies shout today:
Leave us alone, we do not betray.
Don’t we deserve all that?
Certainly you deserve all that
But… those women deserve more.
What do we live for?
The dreamland is full of one time women,
they can be changed like a one time syringe.
Is it normal? Isn’t it strange?
All that trivial-virtual sex
which helps, as they say, to relax.
Do you imagine a poem about such relations?
It gives me only a frustration.
We forgot about those women who gave style,
Who hated love which was just for a while.
We forgot those women who had taste
and their life was not a waste.
We forgot about those who wrote an elegant literature
forgetting to write their signature.
We forgot about those who created politicians
and they were not at all capricious.
We forgot about those who gave their lives to their husbands
because they lived on real life lands.
We are losing the sight of that generation of women
and together with them their men.
We lose those of the concrete results,
they were the first whose men went to consult.
And now I would like to ask you again: Who will remain?
Can a young body, certainly for big money, be your real honey?
Can a young body be a loving wife?
Will she fight for your life?
Of course, while watching those young bodies,
in the period of excitement,
you forget and forgive all:
their foolish heads, their foolish songs, their foolish speeches,
and at the moment it doesn’t really matter if they are bitches.
May be those young bodies are right?
Without any fight they would like to get all and at once,
They would not like to lose their chance.
They are in a hurry, they do not worry about tomorrow.
They would like to live without any sorrow.
But they forget that tomorrow will come
and together with it their age
they won’t remain on the stage
but with frustration will be added to the disappearing generation.

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)

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PARADOX. That Fruition destroyes Love

Love is our Reasons Paradox, which still
Against the judgment doth maintain the Will:
And governs by such arbitrary laws,
It onely makes the Act our Likings cause:
We have no brave revenge, but to forgo
Our full desires, and starve the Tyrant so.
They whom the rising blood tempts not to taste,
Preserve a stock of Love can never waste;
When easie people who their wish enjoy,
Like Prodigalls at once their wealth destroy.
Adam till now had stayd in Paradise
Had his desires been bounded by his eyes.
When he did more then look, that made th' offence,
And forfeited his state of innocence.
Fruition therefore is the bane t'undoe
Both our affection and the subject too.
'Tis Love into worse language to translate,
And make it into Lust degenerate:
'Tis to De-throne, and thrust it from the heart,
To seat it grossely in the sensual part.
Seek for the Starre that's shot upon the ground,
And nought but a dimme gelly there is found.
Thus foul and dark our female starres appear,
If fall'n or loosned once from Vertues Sphear.
Glow-worms shine onely look't on, and let ly,
But handled crawl into deformity:
So beauty is no longer fair and bright,
Then whil'st unstained by the appetite:
And then it withers like a blasted flowre
Some poys'nous worm or spider hath crept ore.
Pigmaleon's dotage on the carved stone,
Shews Amorists their strong illusion.
Whil'st he to gaze and court it was content,
He serv'd as Priest at beauties Monument:
But when by looser fires t'embraces led,
It prov'd a cold hard Statue in his bed.
Irregular affects, like mad mens dreams
Presented by false lights and broken beams,
So long content us, as no neer address
Shews the weak sense our painted happiness.
But when those pleasing shaddowes us forsake,
Or of the substance we a trial make,
Like him, deluded by the fancies mock,
We ship-wrack 'gainst an Alabaster rock.
What though thy Mistress far from Marble be?
Her softness will transform and harden thee.
Lust is a Snake, and Guilt the Gorgons head,
Which Conscience turns to Stone, & Joyes to Lead.
Turtles themselves will blush, if put to name
The Act, whereby they quench their am'rous flame.
Who then that's wise or vertuous, would not feare
To catch at pleasures which forbidden were,
When those which we count lawful, cannot be
Requir'd without some loss of modestie?
Ev'n in the Marriage-Bed, where soft delights
Are customary and authoriz'd Rites;
What are those tributes to the wanton fense,
But toleration of Incontinence?
For properly you cannot call that Love
Which does not from the Soul, but Humour move.
Thus they who worship't Pan or Isis Shrine,
By the fair Front judg'd all within Divine:
Though entring, found 'twas but a Goat or Cow
To which before their ignorance did bow.
Such Temples and such Goddesses are these
Which foolish Lovers and admirers please:
Who if they chance within the Shrine to prie,
Find that a beast they thought a Deity.
Nor makes it onely our opinion less
Of what we lik't before, and now possess;
But robbs the Fuel, and corrupts the Spice
Which sweetens and inflames Loves sacrifice.
After Fruition once, what is Desire
But ashes kept warm by a dying fire?
This is (if any) the Philosophers Stone,
Which still miscarries at Projection.
For when the Heat ad Octo intermits,
It poorly takes us like Third Ague fits;
Or must on Embers as dull Druggs infuse,
Which we for Med'cine not for Pleasure use.
Since Lovers joyes then leave so sick a taste,
And soon as relish'd by the Sense are past;
They are but Riddles sure, lost if possest,
And therefore onely in Reversion best.
For bate them Expectation and Delay,
You take the most delightful Scenes away.
These two such rule within the fancie keep,
As banquets apprehended in our sleep;
After which pleasing trance next morn we wake
Empty and angry at the nights mistake.
Give me long Dreams and Visions of content,
Rather then pleasures in a minute spent.
And since I know before, the shedding Rose
In that same instant doth her sweetness lose,
Upon the Virgin-stock still let her dwell
For me, to feast my longings with her smell.
Those are but counterfeits of joy at best,
Which languish soon as brought unto the test.
Nor can I hold it worth his pains who tries
To Inne that Harvest which by reaping dies.
Resolve me now what spirit hath delight,
If by full feed you kill the appetite?
That stomack healthy'st is, that nere was cloy'd,
Why not that Love the best then, nere enjoy'd?
Since nat'rally the blood, when tam'd or sated,
Will cool so fast it leaves the object hated.
Pleasures like wonders quickly lose their price
When Reason or Experience makes us wise.
To close my argument then. I dare say
(And without Paradox) as well we may
Enjoy our Love and yet preserve Desire,
As warm our hands by putting out the fire.

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People who lose their parents when young are permanently in love with them.

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Temper

Man
and the metal
Steel
are in a way
the same.
For both
lose
their values
when in
Temper.

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My emotions lose their force when I endeavor to interpret them, and my words seem very inept.

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