Six Important Factors For Emperors!

An Emperor should have certain
essentials and qualities for running
a safe and effective functioning of a country;
Efficient army, Quietly living citizen,
Enormous revenue in treasury,
Intelligent ministers, Helping friends in need,
Well formed security
are the six important factors
for running the government by
Emperors!

Ref: ThirukkuRaL 381
pataikuti kooz.amaichsu natparaN aaRum
utaiyaan arasaruL ERu.

poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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America!

America;
Land of sirens shattered, evil and bestowed Lavish and forgiving.
America;
Homeland to many, Home to few.
Seeking Fame treasuries, under silence.
America;
Tainted moonshine dreams.
Land of silent thunder and blinding lightning.
America:
The way we live.
The way we die.
America;
Republic under siege, and fire.
America;
Dream big: seem bigger.
Raise rooftops; smoke of fire.
America;
Intelligence divine, growing health.
America;
Illuminates under dark skies, furious and stolen.

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poem by Sebastian JohnstonLindsay
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Two Hundred Years And Falling

'A democracy cannot exist as a permanent form of government. It can only exist until the voters discover they can vote themselves excessive gratuities from the public treasury.
From that moment on the majority always votes for the candidates promising the most benefits from the treasury, with the result that a democracy collapses over loose fiscal policy, always followed by a dictatorship.'

(Professor Alexander Tyler
The Fall of the Athenian Republic)

The world's greatest civilizations
On average lasted two hundred years.
The Assyrians, Greeks and Babylonians,
Destroyed and fallen, have disappeared.

And even that great Roman Empire,
That mighty conqueror of the West
Fell from its grandeur, state so dire-
Only its ruin can to its name attest.

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poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Peace Award to Barack Obama

Awarded to one head of nation
Who thinks he doesn't deserve
But feels honoured to be
in the company of those
who in centuries have worked for peace.

Awarded to one head of a nation
with his shared vision on peace
in political campaigns, dialogues
and speeches, a shared aspiration
of all the international communities..

An award to one head of states, worthy
to be shared with those who actively
and silently have worked for peace
and upheld the dignity of all persons
irrespective of their colour, sex and ages.

A Nobel Peace Prize of Peace to Obama,
a common award worthy to be shared

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poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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A treasure in a basket

Laying in a wicker basket
Are varied colored Easter eggs
Surrounded by milk chocolate
And jelly beans and root beer kegs.
Exploring closer you will see
Beneath the artificial grass:
Sidewalk chalk and marshmallow bees
A squirt gun and a movie pass.
You must keep searching deeper still
Until you find all that’s concealed:
Next you’ll find a treasury bill
And coupon for a Big Mac meal.
Now my little excavator
Have a very happy Easter.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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Not Here

There's courage involved if you want
to become truth.

There is a broken- open place in a lover.

Where are those qualities of bravery and
sharp compassion in this group? What's the
use of old and frozen thought?

I want a howling hurt. This is not a treasury
where gold is stored; this is for copper.

We alchemists look for talent that
can heat up and change.

Lukewarm won't do. Halfhearted holding back,
well-enough getting by? Not here.

poem by Rumi
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The Haughty Actor

AN actor - GIBBS, of Drury Lane -
Of very decent station,
Once happened in a part to gain
Excessive approbation:
It sometimes turns a fellow's brain
And makes him singularly vain
When he believes that he receives
Tremendous approbation.

His great success half drove him mad,
But no one seemed to mind him;
Well, in another piece he had
Another part assigned him.
This part was smaller, by a bit,
Than that in which he made a hit.
So, much ill-used, he straight refused
To play the part assigned him.

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poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Souls' Request.

The treasury of Souls
By The Lord's Domain
Is always intact.
For each planet
A different store;
As Angels, Evils and Mortals.
He orders, rather destines
Them terms specific
To traverse light miles
Towards the lenient planet.
When incarnated in
Varied shapes,
Most implore the Master
For an instant release!
Some beseech to leave
Them in chaste cages
For perennial ages;
To remain blessed
In the most enduring
Cycle of rebirths;

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poem by Tajudeen Shah
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Money Does Matter Sentimentally

In the pathless darkness stumbles the heart
Stammers to a figureless somebody
Looks into the farther space for help
Pregnant with woes, in a flash
Remembers the returnless days of sentiments..

Atonce offers an oblation to the deity -
An yellow cloth pouched with coins
Prays and prayers infused, obstacles preyed
Wishes blessed, woes warded off..

Trust!
Just does that coined turmeric- pouch
Then atlast surrendering the divine treasury
Sentimentally blessing one ofcourse!

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Said I to Myself, Said I

When I went to the Bar as a very young man
(Said I to myself - said I),
I'll work on a new and original plan
(Said I to myself - said I),
I'll never assume that a rogue or a thief
Is a gentleman worthy implicit belief,
Because his attorney, has sent me a brief
(Said I to myself - said I!)

I'll never throw dust in a juryman's eyes
(Said I to myself - said I),
Or hoodwink a judge who is not over-wise
(Said I to myself - said I),
Or assume that the witnesses summoned in force
In Exchequer, Queen's Bench, Common Pleas, or Divorce,
Have perjured themselves as a matter of course
(Said I to myself - said I!)

Ere I go into court I will read my brief through
(Said I to myself - said I),

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poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Worthiness of Love

Find your soul
When your personality
Becomes abusive;
Discover your higher self
When darkness becomes intrusive.

If you meet no resistance
When treating someone unkindly,
Do not give way
And go full steam ahead
In your attempt
To make someone feel small.

At the end of the day,
We can only bless or curse ourselves,
We are the sole thief
Ransacking the treasury of our dignity.

Every harm we do unto others
We commit against ourselves;

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Christ In The Museum

BRONZE bells and incense burners, and a flight
Of birds born out of iron, and fine as spray;
A dial that told the longest summer day
How sure, how swift the night:
And o'er the silent treasury, so high
No lips may kiss, no grieving hands have clung,
Numbered and ticketed, the Christ is hung.
The many pass Him by,
None pause. Here come no agonies, no dreams.
Nothing is here to hurt Him, nor to wake.
Year after year the golden iris gleams
A little paler by her lacquered lake,
And the dust gathers on the hands, the side,
The lonely head of Love the crucified.

poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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You are backward by 5,000 years

it takes so long
for us to come to
each other

you are backward

i have been waiting
for five thousand years
to talk to you

to you
the earth turns round
only to record each man's tale
to us
the importance of night and day
and now it unreels
my secret to you

your earnestness
in cracking the earth

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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Unfill The Vessel To Again Fill

Tiny tale for a sale.
People from sands to vale.
Joy of praise to cheers.
A way from cut to sheers.
Jack beside Jill, to the hill.
Unfill the vessel to again fill.

Shiny white snow and blue sky.
Clouds over the hill they fly.
Sounds of roar still we dare.
Prize of present got to share.
Counted already million still its nill.
Unfill the vessel to again fill.

Warm of sun, Shades of the dark.
Rest on woods, Expectant on the park.
Worlds got lot of adversary and misery.
Rest of peace is core and treasury.
Still travel till you find it until.
Unfill the vessel to again fill.

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Elegy for Shoah

The train just keeps on running,
mile after weary mile;
the ghosts of tortured souls,
still linger on the rails.

Closer and closer to the factory,
the colossal death machine;
on and on the horror rolls,
the brakes have worn away.

The screams have all subsided,
but the echo never stops.
The treasury of life is robbed;
we can never know the cost.

O weep for us all, the silent ones;
who let the train roll by without a word.
We all were dumb,
and never raised a cry.

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Youth's Inexperience.

He is too young yet to know life's demands;
Being no natural philosopher,
He must from cause and custom draw that art
Which some of Nature have, the primal gift
Of all her treasury — the open thought
That climates in all circumstances, and breathes
A native ease in everything; fear-proof,
Even as a wild bird's weather-proof, being born
And bred light as the leaves he habits in;
Unlike his brother housed and finely reared
With magisterial care, whom every change
Affects like a distemper, as if he
Had lost his nature's ancient art, and grew
Like an exotic with a borrowed life.

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To the Lady Margaret Ley

Daughter to that good Earl, one President
Of England’s Council and her Treasury,
Who lived in both unstained with gold or fee,
And left them both, more in himself content,
Till the sad breaking of that Parliament
Broke him, as that dishonest victory
At Chæronea, fatal to liberty,
Killed with report that old man eloquent,
Though later born than to have known the days
Wherein your father flourished, yet by you,
Madam, methinks I see him living yet:
So well your words his noble virtues praise
That all both judge you to relate them true
And to possess them, honoured Margaret.

poem by John Milton
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Books for the people

"Let there be light."

Light to the darkened mind
Bear, like the sun, the world's wide circle round,
Bright messengers that speak without a sound!
Sight on the spirit blind
Shall fall whene'er ye pass; your living ray
Shall change the night of ages into day: --
God speed ye on your way!

In closet and in hall,
Too long alone your message hath been spoken:
The spell of gold that bound ye there is broken;
Go forth and shine on all;
The world's inheritance, the legacy
Bequeathed by Genius to the race are ye;
Be like the sunlight, free!

A mighty power ye wield!
Ye wake grim centuries from their deep repose,

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poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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Beach Glass

While you walk the water's edge,
turning over concepts
I can't envision, the honking buoy
serves notice that at any time
the wind may change,
the reef-bell clatters
its treble monotone, deaf as Cassandra
to any note but warning. The ocean,
cumbered by no business more urgent
than keeping open old accounts
that never balanced,
goes on shuffling its millenniums
of quartz, granite, and basalt.
It behaves
toward the permutations of novelty—
driftwood and shipwreck, last night's
beer cans, spilt oil, the coughed-up
residue of plastic—with random
impartiality, playing catch or tag
ot touch-last like a terrier,

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poem by Amy Clampitt
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Taedium Vitae

To stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear
This paltry age's gaudy livery,
To let each base hand filch my treasury,
To mesh my soul within a woman's hair,
And be mere Fortune's lackeyed groom, - I swear
I love it not! these things are less to me
Than the thin foam that frets upon the sea,
Less than the thistledown of summer air
Which hath no seed: better to stand aloof
Far from these slanderous fools who mock my life
Knowing me not, better the lowliest roof
Fit for the meanest hind to sojourn in,
Than to go back to that hoarse cave of strife
Where my white soul first kissed the mouth of sin.

poem by Oscar Wilde
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