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Tarya
post Apr 7 2007, 03:17 AM
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(I take it the Greek phrase worked...all i get is funny letters from my end!)


Yeah it worked for me. You (and other "barbarians" biggrin.gif) have to switch the encoding to Greek in order to see Greek characters. wink.gif

So all poems you posted under WJB are yours Joe?
I really like this one:

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"As i am a young man, i can feel the pride
in a place were people have nothing to hide;
Were honesty reigns and were truth is just that-
instead of a rabbit pulled out of a hat...

And as i get older, i still feel that pride-
though people have started to twist and to hide
the truth, and the rest.- I don't want to know;
I just want to watch the 'nostalgia-show'...

But then i get old, and there's none of it left-
the truth long since has been the subject of theft.
And while i am thinking of good ol' days gone,
my children just stare. And they say: "Dad- well done...!"

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post Apr 7 2007, 01:12 PM
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QUOTE (Tarya @ Apr 7 2007, 02:17 AM)
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(I take it the Greek phrase worked...all i get is funny letters from my end!)


Yeah it worked for me. You (and other "barbarians" biggrin.gif) have to switch the encoding to Greek in order to see Greek characters. wink.gif

So all poems you posted under WJB are yours Joe?

Yeah...Thanks for the flowers![blush]
"Great literature" they may not be- just a bit of fun; i thought this might be a good place for them. I hope it's OK to put them here- i don't want to give the impression that i'm trying to use this as a platform for myself.
I started writing them down because they started sticking in my head my head, and i couldn't get rid of them. 'Clutter', if you know what i mean...


(Whaddya mean- "Barbarian"?...Ama dhen stamatisis tha fas xylo! laugh.gif )

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post Apr 8 2007, 06:19 AM
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The word "Barbarian" (Varvaros) in ancient Greece didn't have the exact same meaning as today. It was mostly used for people (basically the rest of the world) that didn't speak Greek. For ancients Greeks this was uncivilised and a crime biggrin.gif
Thus the phrase "Pas mi Ellin varvaros" ("Any non-Hellene is a barbarian") and my bad joke tongue.gif
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post Apr 8 2007, 10:39 AM
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QUOTE (Tarya @ Apr 8 2007, 05:19 AM)
The word "Barbarian" (Varvaros) in ancient Greece didn't have the exact same meaning as today. It was mostly used for people (basically the rest of the world) that didn't speak Greek. For ancients Greeks this was uncivilised and a crime biggrin.gif
Thus the phrase "Pas mi Ellin varvaros" ("Any non-Hellene is a barbarian") and my bad joke tongue.gif



...Hehe, reminds me of someone i know...

(...And- Oh, Stilianos? Stelio, my friend back in Cologne! Some day we must have a little chat about teaching uncle Devils Greek phrases...! halo.gif )
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post Jun 22 2007, 05:17 PM
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I am a MUSLIM
Kill me & call it
COLLATERAL DAMAGE
Imprison me & call it
SECURITY MEASURE
Exile my people en masse & call it
NEW MIDDLE EAST
Rob my resources, Invade my land,
Alter my leadership & call it
DEMOCRACY


-ANONYMOUS-
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post Jun 22 2007, 06:28 PM
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Pretty much says it all doesn't it Sinewy. I wonder what poetry will come out of the coming police state in the US. Thanks man.
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post Jun 25 2007, 01:38 PM
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Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

-robert zimmerman

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post Jun 25 2007, 01:45 PM
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QUOTE (hag4s @ Jun 25 2007, 07:38 PM)
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

-robert zimmerman

This is chillingly TRUE. It should be printed on paper and mailed to each and every one of the b@$tards! angry.gif

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post Jun 25 2007, 06:38 PM
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AEDH WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.


William Butler Yeats
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post Jun 25 2007, 07:03 PM
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QUOTE (heliweli @ Jun 26 2007, 12:38 AM)
AEDH WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.


William Butler Yeats

Heli, what are you trying to do to a middleaged-passed it woman?? Revive the dreams of youth?? wink.gif

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post Jun 26 2007, 04:23 AM
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Guinan, am also a middle-aged woman. Not passed it I hope!! Just thought I'd throw it in there and see what happens. I love that poem.
Heli
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post Jul 3 2007, 07:01 PM
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Fits perfectly...
There are a few people around these days who are very busy trampling *everyone's* dreams into the dust.
The native Americans maintain that the only thing which is real are dreams-
Keep 'em alive, lads- keep 'em alive! spinstar.gif spinstar.gif spinstar.gif
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post Aug 28 2007, 06:05 PM
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Mad-Cow-disease:

There was a farmer who did find
his income far too small,
and so he went to find himself
an expert-know-it-all:
A person with some intellect-
a leader in his field-
a guy who trades in miracles
to make his farmland yield.
Eventually he did find
the right man for the job:
A rationalisation-expert
who could make his crop
increase a thousandfold
by making cuts which must be made-
since otherwise his business
to nothingness would fade.
His workforce did include a foreman
and a dozen hands-
but, as his expert tells him,
that's just money in the sands.
"There is no job which can't be done
by robots and machines:
A modern farm will need no people,
lunchbreaks or latrines!"
"No problems", said your man-
and thus he threw his workers out,
went to the bank to get a loan,
and then he went about
to modernise his little farm
with all the little things
which- as his expert said- would make
it fit for little kings.
And in the end there are now just
three people left to pay-
for the computer does the work,
and does it night and day!
The foreman was sent back to school
to learn about that thing,
until with all the facts and figures
his poor ears did ring.
The other two had never, ever
worked a farm before:
While one of them came from an oilrig
fifteen miles off-shore,
the second had experience
with robots and the likes-
with engines, airplanes, turbochargers,
cars and motorbikes.
No 'farming' was done in this place:
the boss was now the chief
of a super-modern factory
which was 'producing' beef.
The two mechanics love the job:
"it's just like making cars!"
(The first is bolting on the horns,
the second does the arse).
The farmers income rises-
and he's happy as can be.
But then disaster strikes.
An expert from the EEC
(Or the 'EU', as it's now called)
decides there's something wrong
with animals who leave behind
a diesel-engine-prong.
They also got a funny walk-
(they've got hydraulic knees!)
The EU-expert thus concludes
"this is mad-cow-disease.
Your herd will have to be destroyed
first thing tommorrow morning!"
The farmer listens, quite distressed.
But there's no use for scorning.
And so, next day the man is back
to lead the operation-
quite unaware that he's about
to wreak upon the nation
the wrath of God: The thing that runs
the farm- it had been thrown
unto the scrapheap by the army.
(Not by our own!) *(see below)
Originally, it was meant
to navigate and steer
main-battletanks without a crew,
and was extremely dear.
(The army threw it out because
when it was meant to fight,
it flattened indiscriminately
everyone in sight...)
This thing is in control now
of two hundred tanks on legs:
The friesian heiffers are now really
friesian powderkegs.
As they begin to ogle up
the vet with infra-red,
they fix their sights and find the range-
and face him head to head.
And mankind does awaken to
a brave new world and ponders
about the wisdom of those foolish
scientific wonders-
as television shows the full
extend of the disaster,
while new computers are developed:
Cheaper, better, faster....


(* This was written for an Irish audience- and the Irish defense-forces won't have the money for highly sophisticated equipment like that!)

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post Aug 28 2007, 08:24 PM
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Hahaha.....
Having nightmares about your new PC DA???

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QUOTE (Guinan @ Aug 28 2007, 07:24 PM)
Hahaha.....
Having nightmares about your new PC DA???

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Err...actually, it's more like a mixture between this:



and this:



...but- i'll get into it!

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hip hop may be the poetry of my generation... this is a UK rapper by the name of braintax, top notch stuff, see my sig for another example.

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the grip
  From the furthest point East to the wildest West
  Powers travelled round the planet on a bloody conquest
  European kings and priests with omnipotence
  Soldiers freakin out in foreign lands killing citizens
  And worse still spreading germs and plagues
  Now is so much a result of those bad old days
  From the town hall, to inner-city architecture
  From the money in Surrey to sweatshops up in Leicester
  Casino alcoholics in the Mid-West,
  junkies in Brazil feel the effects of mass death
  The urge to learn killed by a greed for piles of gold
  And churches justifying lives being sold
  Though the culprits change, control rarely shifts
  Only China comes close to even f*cking with this
  This world we call Earth and the system I dis
  A lifestyle full of work where we barely exist
  Look at Chile now - decimated native populations held down
  The rich, white powers holding on
  With British backing like Malaysia’s arms buying
  The same gang’s running the show and I’m trying
  to see through this and not become a lone hitman
  Out to kill that bitch Maggie Thatcher with a sick plan
  Sick bitch, supporting Pinochet in extradition
  On telly, she put my brain into a strange position
  So do you come to terms with devilish ways?
  Or do you try to escape, run away or start to pray?
  I try to think about the positive things
  One Love, no queen, one god, no king
 
  I wish I had the will to fight back
  Be at the World Trade Centre all dressed in black
  Me and an angry pack
  Instead I just rap and give back
  And see a rich life and think I still want to live that
  It’s so subtle how they muddle us
  Now life is so complex we let the smallest things trouble us
  And revolution? Forget that for the one fact
  We don’t have the arms to even try to compete
  It’s even easier to keep your head down and stay asleep
  And while you’re lying there counting see your face in them sheep
  And that’s deep but not as deep as losing a child,
  Seeing his teeth crushed by the rifle butt by your village hut
  Pure grief, thanks to far away beef
  Fried in messed-up religion half-baked in belief
  So I won’t stop rapping till you get my drift
  That we’re held in the Grip getting sorely dissed
  Capitalists are we, we pretend we’re not
  Buying better trainers each year, connecting dots
  We go from first job to next job, to mortgage to kids
  Make it harder to be happy 9-to-5in’ to live
  Me I’m striving to give but I’ll hustle like mad
  Just to get ahead in life
  I need money so bad, yeah I’m pissed now
  So do you get my gist now?
  If hell existed, half the world’s already in the lift down…..
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post Aug 30 2007, 02:37 PM
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Lot of truth in that.
I've spend a good bit of time thinking in how far it's possible to exist separate from this system. It's possible only up to a point.
When the motor-car was invented, it ultimately was hailed as one of the best things since sliced pan.
At the same time, they *un-invented* the carriage-builder, the wheelwright, the harness-maker and the blacksmith.
When i was looking for an apprenticeship as a furniture-maker in the 1970's, i was told that there was no place to be gotten for money or good words: The companies making furniture were not training people.
25 years later, many of them had to close down- because they could no longer get qualified foremen...
It's a system which is ultimately self-destructive. But unless you can afford to spend 80000 Euro just on a piece of land, you can't even go and live there in a hut, growing your own vegetables...
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From Papyrus 3024, Berlin Museum-
"Discourse between a man and his soul":

"My soul- it spoke to me:

A man demanded his evening meal.
His wife replied: It is on its way.
He stalked out in rage.
And when, at last, he came home,
he was no longer himself.
His wife spoke to him wisely:
How, in his rage, he did not recognise
the barren hearts of those who presume..."

"I spoke to my soul in reply to what it had said:

Aye- loathsome is my name!
Aye- worse than the stench of carrion
under the burning skies of a summer's day!
Aye- loathsome is my name!
Aye- worse than the fish rejected from the catch,
rotting under the burning sky!
Aye- loathsome is my name!
Worse than the stench of a crocodile-
worse than sitting on the muddy shores
where the crocodile breeds!
Aye- loathsome is my name!
Aye- it is a closed circle around the captured renegade,
aware of his own end!

To whom shall i speak today?
Brothers are evil; friends, today, can not be loved...
To whom shall i speak today?
Rapacious are hearts; each man takes his neighbours goods...
To whom shall i speak today?
Gentleness is overthrown; violence rules all...
To whom shall i speak today?
When dishonor goes unremarked, honor is debased...
To whom shall i speak today?
He, whose villainy outrages the decent
is acclaimed by the mob for his evil deeds...
To whom shall i speak today?
When vice is greeted as a friend, the brother who remonstrates
becomes a foe...
To whom shall i speak today?
Forgotten is the past. Good deeds go unreturned...
To whom shall i speak today?
The brethren are wicked-
one goes to the barbarian to find righteousness...
To whom shall i speak today?
Disfigured are the faces:
Each man avoids facing his brothers...
To whom shall i speak today?
Rapacious are hearts-
there is not a heart for a man to put his trust in...
To whom shall i speak today?
Gone are the just-
the land is given over to iniquity...
To whom shall i speak today?
There are no trustworthy friends-
one is pushed into darkness before one can cry out...

TO WHOM SHALL I SPEAK TODAY?
FOR CORRUPTION ROAMS THE EARTH:
THERE IS NO END TO IT!

...To die, to me, today
is health to the sick:
Like deliverance from slavery!
To die, to me, today
has the odor of myrrh-
like a shelter from a windy day!
To die, to me, today
is like the smell of the lotus-
like being on the shores of ecstasy!
To die, to me, today
is like the coming of the inundation-
like the coming home from a war!
To die, to me, today
is the unveiling of the sky-
like the transfiguration of the unknown!
Oh- to die, to me, today
is like longing to see home
after years held in bondage!

In truth, he who dwells within (ie., the soul)
will absolve this crime and this transgressor...(ie., suicide)
In truth, he who dwells within
will rise in the sacred barque of night
to consecrate the supreme offering to the temples...
In truth, he who dwells within
will not be denied when he holds Ra to his word!"

"My soul, it said to me:

YOU ARE HANGING UP YOUR MISERY-
BUT THAT PEG, IT BELONGS TO ME!!!"

Edit:
This is meant as a reminder to myself.
BTW- it has nothing to do with suicidal tendencies... biggrin.gif

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I was sitting over there
on the stair,
thinking, "what should I care"?
I was quite unaware
that nearby was a
BEAR!

He was looking to eat.
I probably looked like a treat,
sitting there on the stair...
being watched by the BEAR!
Who s' apatite it was fair
and beady eyes were a-glare.
He arose from his lair
and so I quickly left there,
and went elsewhere...

To ponder on my narrow escape...

Glad to be alive and not---

ate.


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...But are you aware
that a big ugly Bear
(that description's just fair!)
makes a great meal- i swear?













(He who smell like pig eat like wolf: DA!)
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