Expecting
Your mouth said this never
but your fingers have shown me
that your head is so clever
you claim that you own me
forever
You have the right to conduct me
in whatever fashion
your attempt construct me
in the interest of passion
you sent me
to toledo
I came back with handfulls
I did what you asked me
but after the thank yous
that you quickly got passed me
Im expected
youre expecting
Im expected
expected
song performed by by White Stripes
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Too Much Is Expected
No one...
Given life to breathe,
Is born with a cold heart.
Beating with a rhythm,
That is ready to freeze.
No one...
Should be expected,
To show warmth and love.
If none has been surrounding one...
Being expressed.
Or shown to one how that's addressed.
No child learning to crawl, walk and talk.
Grows into an adult...
Prepared with maturity.
Or an accountability.
If no examples of that were ever there!
How is one expected to become aware?
Too much is expected.
From those who have been neglected.
And too much for too long goes undenied...
By one feeling insecure and desperate inside.
With no one to confide in...
From a shattering that goes on alone.
And kept condoned to grow unknown outside.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disappointment X 10 ... Nov 24th,2012
DISAPPOINTMENT x 10 ... Nov 24th,2012
By
James Bredin
We elected the Conservatives and threw the Liberals out,
Expecting our new politicians knew what change was about,
Unfortunately, we're only getting more of the same,
Or has Brian Mulroney returned - he of the GST shame?
No referendums or proportional representation on the board.
Just another disappointment when we thought we had scored
Therefore compulsory voting will never be even discussed,
And they look at death-with-dignity with absolute disgust.
The changes we expected; disappeared quickly into thin air,
They have their own secret agenda in our political affairs.
If they were Liberals, we could understand but they're not,
It looks like, the changes we expected will amount to squat.
Nov 24th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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One should expect that the expected can be prevented, but the unexpected should have been expected.
quote by Norman Ralph Augustine
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Certainly my parents were a huge influence. They always expected the most out of all of us. And expected us to do our very best. I'm thankful to them for allowing me to do what I wanted to do.
quote by Laurel Clark
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It is an endless procession of surprises. The expected rarely occurs and never in the expected manner.
quote by Vernon A. Walters
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A deadly hit
She failed to make it
It did hurt and deadly hit
I knew she will come
I was ready to welcome
It was her desire
She wanted something to acquire
It was not at all expected
She had high regards and respected
I wanted her not to weep
Consoled her all the time to keep
Clam posture with no concern
It can be any body’s turn
I heard her woes and felt sorry
She was passing time with great worry
She had all the way kept thinking
Unfortunately she was out for sinking
What was I expected to do?
Alley the fears and attempt to woo
One should always stand by in crisis
This should be words of promises
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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There! Because That Is What People Naturally Do
On what scale can one rate hatred.
To what temperature can heat rise...
From those despising themselves and others?
How long can tolerance be expected to prevail?
To calm those tensions with attempts,
That a peacefulness...
Will ease the minds of those who vent.
On what graph can an explanation,
Describe one's pain?
In what debates...
Can a surprising happiness,
Be concluded as shown on one's face.
Will those times ever return,
When it becomes apparent...
Lessons have been learned?
And respect that is given,
Isn't stubbornly expected to be earned.
But is there!
Because that is what people naturally do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Plenty Of Shared Lip Service
Those unfamiliar with leadership,
Should not be expected
To understand it.
There are more accustomed,
To being followers.
And it can be annoying,
To hear them whining.
Bickering amongst themselves,
In footsteps from behind.
One who leads,
Hardly sleeps or properly eats.
Thinking of the whole as one entity,
And not several pieces to see pleased.
One who leads,
Had to learn to listen.
And those who have no idea what this means
Often pass judgement,
With a seeking to do it.
At every given opportunity.
Those unfamiliar with leadership,
Should not be expected.
To understand it.
What 'can' be expected from those unaware,
Is plenty of shared lip service.
And a volunteering of their mocked despair.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The sciences do not try to explain, they hardly even try to interpret, they mainly make models. By a model is meant a mathematical construct which, with the addition of certain verbal interpretations, describes observed phenomena. The justification of such a mathematical construct is solely and precisely that it is expected to work.
quote by Johann Von Neumann
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The sciences do not try to explain, they hardly even try to interpret, they mainly make models. By a model is meant a mathematical construct which, with the addition of certain verbal interpretations, describes observed phenomena. The justification of such a mathematical construct is solely and precisely that it is expected to work.
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So I did.
I kissed her child as she expected.
I praised my host as he expected.
I praised his work as I am supposed.
They wanted to be fooled so I did.
26.11.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Pledge
I pledge allegiance to national flag
Let there be any attempt to tarnish the image or drag
It shall remain super most in my mind
I am not novice so not to understand and go blind
How many people have shed their blood for motherland?
How many might have perished in foreign land
For upholding the national pride and honor
What might have they expected in return for?
I am for sure many might have perished unsung?
No national anthem might have been aired or sung
Yet we owe our head in their honor for brave front
This is what all citizens expect from soldiers or want
Today we are free country with all liberal thoughts
On national front we have undergone sufferings when fought
No one wanted any material benefit but only free air
Have we given them what they wanted as fair share?
Motherland is compared to a beautiful and sacred lady
Love and respect shown for all the time from everybody
No one can think of harming national interest?
It is expected and desired even more as best
We have forgotten our past
We have lost the trust
Our head bows down in shame
Where to go and whom to blame?
The beautiful lady, motherland we call, is torn apart
She has been taken off cloths and divided in parts
Who can claim they have national interest at heart?
Can any one think of making again a noble start?
No, nothing will be done
Past golden days are for memory to remain
Flowers will laid as mark of respect once in year
Everybody is afraid and gripped of fear
We are killing our own brethrens
Poor are dying everyday without much concern
This is welfare state we enshrined?
Was that the show for later on to be fined?
We have created position to corner the wealth
Compromised with nature and helped to deteriorate health
It is world boxing match to attract more people
To pay for the show and invite more trouble
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love is elusive.
Love – we don’t give
In expected measure
Nor do we get
In expected measure.
The world has never been happy.
13.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's what you are expected to give -- which is everything.
When One Is Young
When one is young,
Growing seems so slow...
The days go on forever.
And the nights are there to never,
Appear to go.
When one is young,
It seems no one will listen...
The adults seem to dismiss,
Whatever the young wants to know.
When,
One is young...
They think that they can get,
Anything that they wish.
No matter who delivers..
They want it quick.
And when one is young...
Life is not so precious.
And patience is not there...
When one is young.
When one is young...
Today they live with pressures,
To be more than expected.
And choose to be correct...
Without direction there!
When one is young...
Today they live with pressures,
To be more than expected.
And choose to be correct...
Without direction there!
When one is young...
Today they live with pressures,
To be more than expected.
Without direction there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Eyes Are Opened Wide
They wish to blame their failures,
On someone that isn't there yet.
Someone who isn't officially their leader.
Someone who respects,
The one who led them and created their mess.
And yet this new leader,
Is expected to correct this!
He is one who is highly respected.
But a crisis that affects their lives...
Had been their before his brilliance,
Was long suspected!
And that leader who diminished,
Their quality of life...
They followed and allowed him,
To destroy their values.
As it is observed and reflected.
And the new leader,
Although black...
Is expected to restore their dignity.
And quickly clean up their filthy dirty tracts.
As has been historically accustomed.
But these times more eyes are opened wide.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ex Miss
Everything that could have went wrong,
Went wrong this year.
Nothing recently has made me want to stand up and cheer.
Everything you haven't said,
Has finally come back to you.
Now is not the time.
Now is not the time.
I know you never liked any of this
I gave to you.
This holiday is over and
It turned out the way I expected.
This holiday,
This wonderful day,
Another year
This time I'll regret that I spent too much time and money on you.
Why do I only remember
the past times we had?
I guess everything we do (everything we do)
does reflect,
Everything you wish you said
Has finally come back to you.
Now is not the time,
No, now is not the time.
I know you never liked any of this
I gave to you
This holiday is over and
It turned out the way i expected
This holiday
This wonderful day
Another year
This time i regret that I spent too much time and money on you
This Holiday is over and
It turned out the way i expected
This holiday
This wonderful day
Another year
Not another year
This holiday
is over and
it turned out the way i expected
this holiday
this wonderful
aother year
No not another year
I hope you spend it alone
song performed by by New Found Glory
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I think people were expecting me to be that kind of glamorous sexpot. So they were always, Wow you're not what I expected.
quote by Mariska Hargitay
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Epitaph On A Disturber Of His Times
We expected the violin's finger on the upturned nerve;
Its importunate cry, too laxly curved:
And you drew us an oboe-outline, clean and acute;
Unadorned statement, accurately carved.
We expected the screen, the background for reverie
Which cloudforms usefully weave:
And you built the immaculate, adamant, blue-green steel
Arch of a balanced wave.
We expected a pool with flowers to diffuse and break
The child-round face of the mirrored moon:
And you blazed a rock-path, begun near the sun, to be finished
By the trained and intrepid feet of men.
Submitted by Stephen Fryer
poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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I Stuck It Out With Passion
I stuck it out with passion.
I was not in it for any other reason.
Some have a connection of high fashion meant.
A statement others can either fake or not mention.
I stuck it out with passion.
And nothing less could from me give.
Sometimes I felt pitiful,
In my attempts to deliver.
Hoping to please and satisfy.
But not overestimating the climax expected,
Or desired.
I stuck it out with passion...
And I hope that leaves someone relieved.
Since I have learned to produce feeling proud!
Keeping my lips zipped after each performance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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