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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425395" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>If You can Keep your Cheese - after Rudyard Kipling</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can keep your cheese while few about you<br>are holding onto theirs', all envy ease. <br>If none can get your goat nor cow could doubt you<br>your scent which, heaven sent, can tell true bries <br>from gorgonzola, parmesan without you <br>planning for house mouse contingencies, <br>or short supply where larder rats may scout to <br>grind, compromise the tasty rind most please.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If by a whisker cheshire follows trout to<br>provide fit end for sweet delicacies, <br>or cheddar meat meal follows leaves no gout to <br>blur enjoyment, taste buds' harmonies. <br>If desert heat no threat presents, no pout too <br>in winter's cold where lizard's blood would freeze, <br>If neither flood nor drought can mar, throughout you<br>may triumph over blue mould colonies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If all kowtow, if none would ever flout you<br>remembering to bow before ‘big cheese'...<br>if hole in one you score in club you clout to <br>take golden trophy - competition flees.<br>If all above's accomplished taste devout, true, <br>while others fail to prove their expertise, <br>your's is the world, which elsewhere's up the spout, few<br>can make their time your rhyme's real_I_tease! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IF - A Writers' Guild Gild Guile Guide<br>If you can form and not make norms your master, <br>conformity, performance formal, flame.<br>If you inform, share, [fl]airing, flow far faster, <br>yet let not copyright bind tight to shame.<br>If you treat critic's inconstructive blaster<br>with humour, beat him at his game's lame claim, <br>take not to hea[r]t his tumour, bandage, plaster<br>half-heartedly, pretend [s]he never came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can couple energy creative<br>well in advance of others in your field, <br>without confusing nominative, dative, <br>rei[g]n arguments through cogency revealed<br>in context, in a manner innovative, <br>code palimpsests from all but s[t]age concealed, <br>If trust in self is never compensative<br>reaction used when you refused to yield.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can link great ends with small beginnings, <br>and yet not brag, nor tag each copy sold, <br>If dialogue's more vital than piled winnings, <br>to trim the quill where will won't be short-sold, <br>If, ignorance ignored, your story's spinnings<br>creates a pot no Potter has outsold, <br>yet you can fi[e]nd the flaw, to fresh beginnings<br>return to steer towards horizons bold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can write without cash motivation, <br>self-righteousness avoiding like the plague, <br>create consensus round an innovation<br>embraced by all without appearing vague, <br>If you can span from logic to emotion<br>set constant course from vested interests clear, <br>If you can ban all untoward commotion, <br>while conscience clings to all that it holds dear, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can set the good within you flowing<br>without the itch to pitch beyond kitsch brink, <br>If you can give the nod and wink while knowing<br>that mental states aren't always in the pink, <br>If you use inner kinks to keep on growing<br>without denying others' right to think, <br>If you continue for tomorrow sowing<br>refusing using methods now that stink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can lead lead soldiers Caxton crafted<br>without kowtow before cold compromise, <br>If neither editor nor public shafted<br>the output that your inner soul supplies, <br>If you can improvise, provide redrafted<br>communication keyed to catalyze, <br>you'll find to your surprise that you have rafted<br>alone on conscious stream your just dream buys.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Writers' Real Mirror Reflection Reel<br>With inside out, and out, surprised, inside, <br>When penning verse whose end may, too, begin it, <br>When rhyming reel with real can coincide<br>Your's is the world and everything that's in it.<br>If you can write without cash motivation, <br>Self-righteousness avoiding like the plague, <br>Create consensus round an innovation<br>Embraced by all without appearing vague.<br>If you can scan, span logic to emotion<br>Set constant course from vested interests clear, <br>If you can ban all untoward commotion, <br>While conscience clings to all that it holds dear, <br>If rhymes may improvise, spurn prose redrafted, <br>Communication key to catalyze, <br>You'll find to your surprise that you have rafted<br>On stream it seems when wit reverse dream tries.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On stream it seems when wit reverse dream tries<br>You'll find to your surprise that you have rafted<br>Communication key to catalyze.<br>If rhyme may improvise, spurn prose redrafted<br>While conscience clings to all that it holds dear, <br>If you can ban all untoward commotion, <br>Set constant course from vested interests clear.<br>If you can scan span logic to emotion<br>Embraced by all without appearing vague, <br>Create consensus round an innovation, <br>Self-righteousness avoiding like the plague, <br>If you can write without cash motivation, <br>Your's is the world and everything that's in it<br>When rhyming reel with real can coincide<br>When penning verse whose end may, too, begin it, <br>With inside out, and out, surprised, inside! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cropped Apologies to Rudyard Kipling<br>If you can keep your crops when all the nation <br>rails, vain assailing creepy crawly bugs, <br>If you can thrive when most lives' reputation <br>is knocked for skittles, stumped by snails and slugs, <br>If you can sow, show though you stay surrounded <br>by failing harvests sere upon the stem, <br>where hopes unfounded, speculations grounded, <br>face farmers who through jealousy condemn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If greenhouse gases can't delay your planting, <br>with fallow Brussels' edicts all ignored, <br>If CO² you compensate by chanting<br>an incantation to the heavens poured.<br>If snail trails slip upon your sensor networks, <br>if nano tech protects your fields' high yield<br>which on the Futures markets harvests net perks<br>that from the tax collector stay concealed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can fight Monsanto's sterile sowing, <br>deny blight warnings, nor fear climate change, <br>if cash in hand exceeds debts most's greed's owing, <br>if you're the early bird with worms in range, <br>If you free farm through seasons, thank your maker<br>from man's pollution, safe solution find, <br>yours is the race, you, ace, may need pacemaker <br>for luck can turn, earn bridges burned behind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Advice to an Applicant<br>If you can back your boss and keep on smiling, <br>while toning down his brash absurdities, <br>if, having watched the man manhandle filing, <br>you rearrange the folders pretty please, <br>if coy and charming, beautiful, beguiling, <br>anticipating all contingencies, <br>you manage new accounts, contacts redialling, <br>correct crass spelling, cover vagaries...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can keep your head while he's resiling, <br>evolve successful counter-strategies, <br>if ‘mum's the word', discrete, ignoring tyling, <br>from busy-bodies safe when he agrees.<br>If you can spend your time in reconciling<br>his intellectual inanities, <br>never upset his fragile ego, heiling<br>whene'er he feels the need, or profits sneeze...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If Windows easy comes, while modem dialing<br>to DSL migration's not a tease, <br>if firewall free from viruses hostiling<br>you clean can keep, recalling password keys, <br>if the above you show him recompiling<br>the data lost when he lacks expertise, -<br>yet know your place as cypher, never riling, <br>remembering to bow before ‘big cheese'...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can stand him publicly reviling<br>your good ideas, then claim them his with ease, <br>can watch while rival's ruin he's compiling<br>so coldly that a lizard's blood would freeze.<br>If when betrayed by his ambitious wiling<br>you triumph through innate abilities, <br>ignoring basic scheming, baser guiling, <br>you seize the precious point he never sees! ...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you won't blush when, rash, he'll rush, exiling<br>your intuitions as freak fantasies, <br>but confidently while free-time he's whiling, <br>circumvent his incapacities.<br>Surpassing him in brains, tact, versatiling, <br>you never strive to swap your salaries, <br>but both feet on the ground, still patient, smiling, <br>can counteract his incoherencies...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you are sure his image needs restyling, <br>select the suits that suit down to the tees, <br>if you are ever ready camomiling, <br>or sprinkling sugar, creaming, coffee, teas, <br>if you can trick his wayward infantiling<br>and censure not his immaturities, <br>ignore his clumsy tries at fond defling, <br>yet fondled, tactful, rise from off his knees...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you take three degrees while reconciling<br>your private life to further Ph.D.'s, <br>if you can children bear without work piling <br>and keep them free from trouble and disease, <br>if you can spring his quick promotion - vile thing -<br>and play the game of happy families...<br>Your's is the job, the rest's cosmetic styling, <br>Oh prized princess and pride of... secret'ries! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A l'assistante de l'Indirection<br>Si tu peux supporter de voir tes dossiers<br>démolis sans souffler mot et puis reclasser, <br>si tu sais appuyer partout ton PDG<br>sans sceptique rester quant à ses qualités...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Si tu souris, beauté, sans être emmerdante, <br>si vive mais jamais surprise, impatiente, <br>le soutenant quand des contresens fous l'enchantent, <br>ses lubies supporter sans paroles tranchantes...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Si tu sais sans délais t'adapter au progrès, <br>les autres anticiper, sans jamais hésiter, <br>bien le préparer avec de bons conseils, <br>des envieux protéger ton patron hébété...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Très expérimentée, mais sans prendre de l'age, <br>compréhensive aider avec ses rattrapages<br>sans pourtant mériter accéder aux voyages<br>‘d'études' et aux congrès, - ces minables volages! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Si tu sais lui montrer se servir du clavier, <br>aux réseaux si primés vite se connecter, <br>de l'Internet cliquer sur l'intranet branché, <br>son PC débugger sans jamais se broncher...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Si sa peur du souris, du clic-clic, du mulot<br>tu peux sans interdits dépasser au boulot, <br>à ses flagrants délits trouver tout ce qu'il faut, <br>si tu ses buts poursuis en soufflant le bon mot...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Si tu sais compenser l'orthographe qu'il perd, <br>scanner, penser, noter, téléphoner, tout faire, <br>son planning programmer, sans être trop mémère, <br>le soutenir, si gaie, quand son coeur désespère...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Si tu peux accoucher à l'heure du dîner, <br>tes enfants élever tous en bonne santé, <br>ton patron remplacer - ronronnant au soleil -<br>sans pour autant rêver qu'on t'accorde sa paye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Si tu sors d'H.E.C. sans prétendre à la gloire, <br>Sciences Po, c'est fait, sans en faire une histoire, <br>ou Enarque tu es, faisant dans ton pouvoir<br>le tout pour manier les re(i) nes du Pouvoir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lors mieux qu'homme d'affaires, ou chef de cabinet<br>mieux que tous ces experts si souvent égarés, <br>tu seras à tout faire une bonne rêvée, <br>mieux que mère, sacrée ASSISTANTE tu es! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If<br>If you can keep your head when all about you <br>Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; <br>If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, <br>But make allowance for their doubting too; <br>If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, <br>Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, <br>Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, <br>And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; <br>If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; <br>If you can meet with triumph and disaster <br>And treat those two imposters just the same; <br>If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken <br>Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, <br>Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, <br>And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can make one heap of all your winnings <br>And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, <br>And lose, and start again at your beginnings <br>And never breath a word about your loss; <br>If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew <br>To serve your turn long after they are gone, <br>And so hold on when there is nothing in you <br>Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on'; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, <br>Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; <br>If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; <br>If all men count with you, but none too much; <br>If you can fill the unforgiving minute <br>With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - <br>Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, <br>And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! <br>Rudyard Kipling 1865_1936 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Biff! The same father to the same son, now grown up. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can keep your job when all about you<br>Are losing theirs (by cutting down of screw) : <br>If you can keep yourself - for, make no doubt you<br>Won't get allowance, just for you to blue.<br>If you can make a heap by all your winnings<br>Risked on outsiders backed at Kempton Park, <br>Don't think that you will always get your innings<br>And kiss your boss's daughter in the dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you should risk promotion, aught should tempt ye, <br>Eyeing the safe when all the staff have gone, <br>And, jemmying it open, find it empty, <br>And hear the watchman growl to you, ‘Hold on! '<br>If you should fill the unforgiving ‘minutes'<br>With names of all the people you have ‘done, '<br>Yours is the gaol, and everything that's in ti, <br>And, what is more, you'll get six months, my son.<br>Rachel Ferguson Nymphs and Satires 1932</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A London Sparrow's IF<br>If you c'n keep alive when li'l bleeders<br>Come arter t' wi' catapults an' stones; <br>If you c'n grow up unpertickler feeders, <br>An' live on rugidge, crumbs, an' ‘addock bones; <br>If you c'n nest up in the bloomin' gutters, <br>An' dodge the blinkin' tabby on the tiles; <br>Nip under wheels an' never git the flutters, <br>Wear brahn an' no bright-coloured fevver-styles; <br>If you ain't blown b'nippers (Cor, I'd skin ‘me!) : <br>Stop y'r shells nah, warm-like, under me; <br>Yous is the eggs an' everyfink ‘at's in ‘em -<br>An' when they ‘atch, yor be cock-sparrers, see? <br>J A LINDON </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If You can Keep Your Man <br>If You can Keep Your Man when all about you<br>Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, <br>Avert a break-up when he starts to doubt you, <br>Without behaving like a tart or shrew; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can bake a cake or change a nappy, <br>Although you've got a good Redbrick degree, <br>And yet can say you're reasonably happy<br>When other graduate wives dropp in for tea; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can lose yourself in ‘To the Lighthouse', <br>Yet, changing books, seek first the Thriller shelf, <br>If you can laugh at Mrs. Mary Whitehouse, <br>But sometimes wince at Wednesday Plays yourself; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you stand up for Women's Liberation, <br>Think sex equality long overdue, <br>Yet purr when men evince consideration<br>And in a bus or train stand up for you; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can be a protest march frequenter, <br>But sometimes think the marchers a bit queer, <br>Yet, spite of everything, stay left of centre, <br>Oh, well, who knows? You may be right, my dear.<br>Stanley Sharpless</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If You Can Crush<br>If you can crush, when all your chums are cribbing, <br>The urge that beckons you to do the same; <br>Can keep your tongue from telling tales or fibbing, <br>And can, when others err, take all the blame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can nurse a crush on dear Miss Withers, <br>Yet bully off with just one silent tear; <br>Be resolute when even Matron dithers, <br>And weld the House together with a cheer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can foil the fiendish Russian spy-ring, <br>Who've ‘got a hold' upon the Head (the swine!) <br>And by example selfless and inspiring, <br>Can make those ghastly Juniors toe the line.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you while staying virgo quite intacta, <br>Can scoff at those who label you a prude; <br>And, when you leave, can know you've never slacked or<br>(Except to Ma'moiselle) been flip or rude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can scale such pinnacles of virtue<br>And earn your teachers' praises as ‘a brick', <br>The truth, dear girl, (I do so hate to hurt you) -<br>The simple truth, dear Daphne, is you're thick! <br>Martin Fagg</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IF<br>If you can stand the Quest and all her antics<br>When all around you turn somersaults upon her deck; <br>And go aloft when no one has told you<br>And not fall down and break your blooming neck; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can work like Wild and also like Wuzzles<br>Spend a convivial night with some old bean, <br>And then come down and meet the Boss at breakfast<br>And never breathe a word of where you've been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you can fill the port and starboard bunkers<br>With fourteen tons of coal; and call it fun; <br>Yours is the ship and everything that's in it<br>And you're a marvel; not a man my son.<br>Ernest H Shackleton</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(28 July 2007)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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