There is no question you get pumped up by the recognition. Then a self-loathing sets in when you realize you're enjoying it.
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There is no question you get pumped up by the recognition. Then a self-loathing sets in when you realise you're enjoying it.
quote by George C. Scott
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A Night With You
When I Pick you up, I tell myself I am going to enjoy this night with you,
When we Sit across from each other at dinner, I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When you hold my hand and we sit and talk, I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When you are out there on the dance floor I'm watching you move so elegant and sexy, I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When I come up behind you and turn you around, you look at me with them passion blue eyes, I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When you kiss me so softly with your sexy silky lip, I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When it time to take you home I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When you kiss me good night and I watch you walk away, I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When I driving home I think to myself, how I enjoy my night with you,
When I laying in bed, wishing that I can enjoy the rest of my night with you,
When I woke up in the morning I realize what just happen, that I just enjoy the most wonderful night with you.
poem by Eddie Rubio
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A Famous Man
he was observing from the
upper part of his terrace
an old woman down the street
eating a ripe mango
without slicing them
using her bare hands
peeling it and sucking
the pulp
savoring every sap
she is enjoying it
she is enjoying it
she is enjoying it
that is what he says
he writes, she is enjoying it
and yet he is so famous
in this city
munching what fame is
there
tailored for him
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Have A Question
Ask yourself this question.
Why are there words in the Bible that are not translated?
To sin is to be without.
To repent is to look around.
To forgive is to give up.
Ask yourself this question.
If you are without,
how does looking around help,
except to see that you are not without after all?
Ask yourself this question.
how does one give up being without,
when one has nothing,
except to realize that there is no nothing?
poem by Poet Dragon
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Lesbian Recognition
Lesbians, get it into your head
No one cares what you do in bed
If you want to get wed
Then so to the alter be led
Everywhere I go
Sexuality and identity
Has become the flow
Gay Rights!
Gay Recognition!
Recognition for touching a female breast
And changing sexuality from east to west
Recognition for kissing a female lip
And for warmly caressing a womans hip
I'm not usually one for condemnation
But what has become of this nation
Where women clap thier hands in celebration
For recognition of artificial insemination
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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What most people didn't realize in the Western countries is that here its not a question of having supporters, its a question of getting these votes to the polling stations.
quote by Imran Khan
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I'm not qualified to do anything else. So there better be another job. I'm kind of stuck now. I'm enjoying my life and I'm enjoying my work, and I'm enjoying the fact that the work I'm doing is garnering some interest and that's great. I just hope that it continues.
quote by Alfred Molina
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Loath and Fear
If I would rely on phrenology,
Or science, or mythology,
I'd burn down this damned city
And disembark in a conclusion
Of the ugly veracity:
I loathe everything!
I fear everything!
I loathe that I am writing about loathing
And I fear that I might lose every one
Though I barely have anyone,
So I loathe even more on this fear.
I loathe that I write about myself all the time, and
I fear that I might not be writing at all
I loathe that I would narrate a story
In the surreal slopes of enigma, and
I fear, afterwards, that no one will pry
To understand or even console.
I loathe that my mouth cannot mouth
What my hands opted to write, and
I fear that my hands aren't equipped
To write what I cannot mouth.
I loathe even more that I build walls
For people to beat down and divulge
The forlorn boy inside, and yet
I fear to be found.
And I loathe to the point of breaking
That no one ever cared to pry
And that makes me shudder in fear, and
I fear this kind of loathing
And loathe this kind of fear.
I loathe that I cannot gain readers, and
I fear that I may never have
I loathe that readers appreciates the writing
But not the congealed brook
Between the lines of it, and
I fear that they might not even
Appreciate the spilled blood
In every line of it.
I loathe, I fear,
That apart from writing
I am never good at anything
Except maybe from fearing and loathing.
I loathe that I blame the past
For making me loathe a lot, and
For making me fear a lot
For making me loathe sports, and
For making me fear trying
And all the brusquely recreations
And the shame of failing.
I loathe, I fear,
That I was turned
To be a loathing misanthrope
From a fearing diffident
Or perhaps not,
Perhaps, I am both.
I loathe, I fear,
The mad man that I am
Smoking the emaciation out
For I loathe and fear the society
And their chauvinistic beliefs.
I fear that I am ninety pounds flat,
I loathe that I am not doing anything,
And I loathe and fear my loathing and fearing
Because I fear that all I have left
Is my loathing to strengthen myself.
I loathe my poor drinking limit
And I loathe the carousals
As much as I fear encompassing the line
And fearing the toll of carousals
For I never get inebriated
In loathe and fear.
I loathe the carousing table
For they are full of shallow people
Except for one person, perhaps
And I loathe and I fear,
That I may not be him.
I loathe that I am poor
Because I am jobless
And so are my parents.
I loathe, I fear,
That when I finish college
And finally get a job
That I cannot think for myself
Because my shoulders are donned
With so much unsolicited weights;
I loathe that I loathe it
Because it makes me a loathing glutton
Self-centered and loathsome, and
I fear all this loathing
For the very same reasons.
I loathe that I do not have friends
And that I cannot have friends
And that I loathe my friends, and
I fear that I can loathe my friends
Or not having thereof
For I fear to realize
That I do not even know what I want
Or that no one knows what I want.
I loathe that I do not have the facilities
And sometimes the interest
And there is nothing much fearful
Than loathing your fears
And fearing your loathing
From your fears.
I fear the approaching season
For I am bound to loathe even more
That the people are carousing
For not a single reason
Whilst I loathe, whilst I fear
Not having anything.
And despite me inscribing these
I loathe that I am doing these, and
I fear that I am not doing these right.
I loathe and fear that I am hopeful
Again and again after another failure
And I loathe, and I fear,
That even with a fractured cranium
I would still go for another try
And I loathe even more
And I fear even more
That I loathe, and that I fear,
But never give up
On loath and fear.
poem by Norman Santos
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I Can't Realize
I realize buds, flowers and their blooming
in the gardens of earth;
Only I can't realize their falling down from trees.
I realize clouds, rain and the sweet soft sound of its fall;
Only I can't realize the thunder.
Rivers, fields, oceans, forests, hills, mountains—
I realize them all;
Only I can't realize the deserts.
I realize fish, shark, deer and bright striped tiger;
Only I can't realize a shark beside a fish and a tiger
beside a deer.
I realize life,
many turns of life I realize very clearly;
Only the ice-cold death I can't realize any way.
poem by Sayeed Abubakar
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My Canadian Chronicles 19
Sitting in the sunshine
enjoying the silence of the day.
Relaxing, as all my worries
seem a million miles away.
I don’t want reality to ever kick in
as I sit enjoying the sunshine
on a peaceful summer’s day.
I am enjoying all nature’s natural sounds
like the birds chirping in the trees.
Enjoying summers stance
as the smell of new mowed grass
perfumes the summer day.
It is just like heaven
relaxing on a summer’s day.
13 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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To realize the value
To realize the value of a sister ask someone who doesn't have one...To realize the value of ten years ask a newly divorced couple... To realize the value of four years ask a graduate...To realize the value of one year ask a student who has failed the final exam...To realize the value of nine months who gave birth to a still born...To realize the value of one week ask an editor of a weekly newspaper...To realize the value of one minute ask a person who has missed the train, bus, or plane...To realize the value of one second ask a person who has survived an accident...time waits for no one, treasure it even more when you share it with someone special...To realize the value of a friend or family member >Lose One...
poem by Jessica Cheng
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How Alone Am I
The question is how alone am I?
In this world full of smiles
This melody of happy rhymes
The gateway of long gay miles
Runway of such colorful styles
The question is how alone am I?
The sunshine, till there is good
The world beside me stood
Tears of joy, sets my hood
Foreseeing that, what I could
The question is how alone am I?
Some times I wonder deep in my soul
What if my luck goes for a stroll
What if no longer am I so sure
Instead of flying I start to crawl
Many I know will glide away
Could they be blamed for not to stay
When chattering voices having nothing to say
When stars no longer guide my way
The question is how alone am I?
Those who stay by my side
And in me they still take pride
For me whose hands are open wide
They will then become my guide
The question is how alone am I?
Never alone shall I ever be
My God keeps an eye on me
And till I have my family
Never alone shall I ever be
Syeda Beenish Jalil, Pakistan
poem by Syeda Beenish Jalil
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1,000 X
Ive tried to ask the question
Must be a million answers that just arent there
You try to find yourself
Ill try to live my life
I just dont care
Take a look at your life
Tell me can you say youve done no wrong?
Ask yourself the question
Do you realize where you belong?
Ive been down
Ive been out
Ive been there
Ive been down this road a thousand times
Nothing ever looks the same
It seems theres something more I might never see
song performed by by Face To Face
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Much a Do About Nothing
Too much time to wait
Too much nonsense to talk
Do we realize?
We much a do about nothing
Too many thought for trivial thing
Too much pride for simple matter
Will we realize?
We much a do about nothing
Too much hatred in watching
Too much angst in reading
Could we realize?
We much a do about nothing
Too much energy to laugh
Too much bitterness to share
Though we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too many advices to keep the health
Too many rules to guide our life
And then we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too many strategies to win the battle
Too much work to pay the bill
But we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too much emotion to reason failure
Too many questions to prove loyalty
When we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too much formality for an action
Too many lies for denial
So we realize
We much a do about nothing
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Dr. Ambedkar- Sun That Never Sets
i see a sun that never sets,
that enlighten inner quest,
by transcending hearts gate
to overcome lives fade
i see a sun that never sets,
burns stoically for the rest
to help achieve forbidden glory
of those lives gloomy
I see a sun that never sets,
for millions pride sake
breaking law of nature
like a rebel dares death
i see a sun that never sets
and he is a man on mission
with sublime noble reason
to fight human discrimination
i see a man surmount a sun
brilliant high in the sky
nevertheless refusing to lie
unlike a sun that sets everyday
truly Dr. Ambedkar, a dalit icon
is the only sun, dalits reckon
and world shall not witness
any other sun that never sets
poem by Rahul Gade
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Recognition of function always precedes recognition of being.
quote by Rita Mae Brown
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A Loathing For Wolves In Sheep Clothing
Why should my disinterest shown in you,
Be now of your concern?
You kicked me to the curb to be among the elite.
And I've gotten over it; you and my feeling of self defeat.
Why can't you realize why we'll never see eye to eye?
I've known for too long,
There is something we have in common,
With a mutual respect I'd like to keep distanced.
You see...
You have a knack for initiating conflict.
And I have a loathing for wolves in sheep clothing.
If I can understand this why can't you keep this understood?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Think Of So Many Other Things
If you have awakened to discover,
Something you now realize has not been true.
Wouldn't that be for you to address?
And not for someone else to undo?
Isn't that 'your' discovery?
Aren't you the one that has been duped?
What do you expect to be revealed?
You believe everything that is told to you?
If you have awakened to discover,
Something you now realize has not been true.
Just think of so many other things,
You have yet come to question but accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Line
A line so stressed, so much plain,
Abolishes forever my loathing of it.
Three lines make triangles like a wheel
Has travelled forever, loathing it.
Faith is a button to press when ill,
Abhorrent and explainable is it.
My lines of poetry gather new efforts,
So you too become together, like my lines.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The whole path of American music has been so much about the recognition of stylistic diversity, and the recognition of the importance of music which was from one of the vernacular traditions.
quote by Michael Tilson Thomas
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