A gentle disposition is like an unruffled stream.
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Mean Disposition
I'm getting wise to you
You're going to see
I'm going to work on you
The way you worked on me
I got a sharper aim
And you're in my sights
And if I'm going to go
I'm going in a blaze of lights
And in this crazy world of hit and run
There are no laws here
Just a loaded gun
She's got a mean disposition
She's got a big shooter too
She's got a mean disposition
Really make a mess
Really make a mess out of you
I never close my eyes
I never sleep
I'm staying on my guard
Waiting for my flesh to creep
And I never trusted you
You never trusted me
I'll do a deal with you
If you'll do a deal with me
For me the nightmare's only just begun
There is no law here
Just a loaded gun
She's got a mean disposition
Got a big shooter too
She's got a mean disposition
Got a bad attitude
She's got a mean disposition
Going to cut your half
Going to cut your half in two
I'm going have to stand my ground
Like Crockett at the Alamo
I'm going to draw the line
One of us has got to go
She's got a mean disposition
Got a big shooter too
She's got a mean disposition
Got a bad attitude
She's got a mean disposition
Going to make a mess out of you
She's got a mean disposition
Going to cut your half
Going to cut your half in two
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Voodoo Lounge
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The Woman And The Devil
When Man and Woman had been made,
All but the disposition,
The Devil to the workshop strayed,
And somehow gained admission.
The Master rested from his work,
For this was on a Sunday,
The man was snoring like a Turk,
Content to wait till Monday.
'Too bad!' the Woman cried; 'Oh, why,
Does slumber not benumb me?
A disposition! Oh, I die
To know if 'twill become me!'
The Adversary said: 'No doubt
'Twill be extremely fine, ma'am,
Though sure 'tis long to be without
I beg to lend you mine, ma'am.'
The Devil's disposition when
She'd got, of course she wore it,
For she'd no disposition then,
Nor now has, to restore it.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Any one who in discussion relies upon authority uses, not his understanding, but rather his memory. Good culture is born of a good disposition; and since the cause is more to be praised than the effect, I will rather praise a good disposition without culture, than good culture without the disposition.
quote by Leonardo da Vinci
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Dave ~ On Your Retirement
Dave has driven our Minibus
Twice weekly to the shops,
And assisted our Residents,
With many little jobs.
For almost fifteen years,
At Cherry Tree Court he's been,
And his pleasant disposition,
By All ~ could be seen.
But now he is Retiring,
This week will be his last Trip,
Taking the Residents shopping,
Helping them ~ lest they slip.
I am a relative Newcomer,
To Cherry Tree in March, I came,
I do not yet need the bus,
~ But, I'll miss him just the same.
His Cheery Disposition,
His Gentle Caring Ways,
May he have a Happy Retirement,
Until the End of His Days.
Copyright (c) Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 11 June 2007
poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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Four Things Make Us Happy Here
Health is the first good lent to men;
A gentle disposition then:
Next, to be rich by no by-ways;
Lastly, with friends t' enjoy our days.
poem by Robert Herrick
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Gently on the Stream of Time
Gently on the stream of time,
We are floating day by day,
In life's native boats sublime
We soon anchor in the bay.
We'll soon anchor in the haven,
Where the weary are at rest,
In that blissful port called Heaven,
Where are roaming now the blest.
CHORUS:
Be gentle, time be gentle with us,
While we are on life's troubled stream,
May life's foaming billows o'er us
Break away as day serene.
Gently on the stream of time,
We will swiftly glide along,
Till we reach the realm divine,
Then we'll join the heavenly throng,
Where our friends have gone before us
Waiting on the other shore.
In that home they sing in chorus,
"Welcome home the rich and poor."
Gently on the stream of time,
We shall shortly pass away,
We shall reach the heavenly clime
If God's commands we obey.
Gently on the stream of time
We are going one by one,
Listening to the evening chime
On life's journey going home.
poem by Julia A Moore
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A Man's Disposition
As goes a man’s disposition
So goes the mind
And so goes the man
Change his disposition
Change the man
And thus his members
poem by Oyekake Satty Joshua
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The House Story
the fence keeps a happy disposition.
it does not need it. The house does.
despite its disagreement with the door,
somehow, i gives a square disposition,
as though, everything here is tolerable,
the house is keeping so many secrets
shying away from the scrutiny of visitors
but it trusts the fence and can sleep
soundly at night, except the light bulb
which is fixed at the back of the kitchen
it keeps on blinking, wanting to tell it all,
but the master switch of the basement is quick
everything is shut off, and then the silence
reigns, it is the queen, it grieves
without a word, it takes in what the house
cannot take anymore, and the fence as the
facade, maintains its happy disposition,
deceiving all that merely pass by.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fragments - Lines 0213 - 0218
My heart, display toward all your friends a changeful character,
Adding into it the disposition that each one has.
Adopt the disposition of the octopus, crafty in its convolutions, which takes on
The appearance of whatever rock it has dealings with.
At one moment follow along this way, but at the next change the color of your skin:
You can be sure that cleverness proves better than inflexibility.
Mean Disposition
You got a mean disposition,
You got no inner vision,
And youre cruel in addition.
I can tell by the way you look,
I can read you like a book.
Oh, youre out there on your own,
Without friends to call your own.
Remember the days,
When we thought they would last for always.
Life full of dreams,
And we really believe that they come true some day.
You got a mean disposition,
But no goal or ambition.
Oh, youre out there on your own,
With no place to call a home.
Remember the days,
When we thought they would last for always.
Life full of dreams,
And we really believe that they come true one day.
Whatever happened to the man
With a future and a plan?
You got a mean disposition
Toodoodoo doodoodoo doodoo
Toodoodoo doodoodoo doodoo
You got a mean disposition,
You got no inner vision,
And youre cruel, oh yes you are!
song performed by by Kinks
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One's Temperament And Disposition
One's temperament and disposition,
Seldom are instilled as a choice one picks.
If little boys hear they are suppose to be bad,
They will head in that direction to make someone proud...
A bad boy is going to be had!
Although sad it is for the women attracted to this.
And it is difficult to decide to have a good disposition,
To let that 'funkier' side subside when given a pride.
Espcially when a dumbing down done is welcomed,
By nearly everyone.
And those wanting to show themselves to be good natured,
Grit their teeth to the point to make their gums bleed.
One's temperament and disposition,
Seldom are instilled as a choice one picks.
And although barking is never found on anyone's top ten list,
It it suggested as a remedy...
That quickly relieves,
Without prescribing to mind altering medications.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Virtue refuses facility for her companion ... the easy, gentle, and sloping path that guides the footsteps of a good natural disposition is not the path of true virtue. It demands a rough and thorny road.
quote by Michel de Montaigne
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Tranquil Setting
My friend’s disposition grew intense
Towards the purloined thoughts,
As I reiterated my own speech
In favour of a tranquil notion.
My land of dreams is of this disposition,
Entering the supper and lunch.
The external sign carries principles
Too economic and political.
I am before my mind, placing there
A certain thought delivered,
For the tranquillity of my friend
Has entered the frame of existence.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Seeking Reason
Slowly I get the feeling...
I love the way you move.
Gee baby,
And your attitude...
Oh honey,
What would I do?
If you decide to leave me...
On the streets.
And,
All alone to feel so...
Incomplete to weep.
In a weakened state of mind.
And,
Blinded by ill disposition!
And,
Without a night of sleep...
Seeking-more-than-reason!
Oh...
All alone to feel so...
Incomplete to weep.
In a weakened state of mind.
And,
Blinded by ill disposition!
Slowly I get the feeling...
I love the way you move.
Gee baby,
And your attitude...
Oh honey,
What would I do?
If you decide to leave me...
On the streets.
And,
All alone to feel so...
Incomplete to weep.
In a weakened state of mind.
And,
Blinded by ill disposition!
But seeking reason.
And...
Blinded by ill disposition!
But...But...
But seeking reason.
And...
Blinded by ill disposition!
But...But...
But seeking reason.
And...
Blinded by ill disposition!
But...But...
But seeking reason.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Three Gentle Shepherds
Of gentle Philips will I ever sing,
With gentle Philips shall the valleys ring.
My numbers too for ever will I vary,
With gentle Budgell and with gentle Carey.
Or if in ranging of the names I judge ill,
With gentle Carey and with gentle Budgell:
Oh! may all gentle bards together place ye,
Men of good hearts, and men of delicacy.
May satire ne'er befool ye, or beknave ye,
And from all wits that have a knack, God save ye.
poem by Alexander Pope
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To Miss Annie Hopkins
BENEATH the shelter of the bush,
In undisturbed repose—
Unruffled by the kiss of breeze—
There lurks a smiling rose;
Beneath thine outer beauty, gleams,
In holy light enshrined,
A symbol of the blooming flower,
A pure, unspotted mind.
The lovely tint that crowns the hill
When westward sinks the sun,
The milder dazzle in the stream
That evening sits upon,
The morning blushes, mantling o’er
The face of land and sea,
They all recall to mind the charms
That are combined in thee!
poem by Henry Kendall
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Momoh
Languages are the pedigree of nations!
And like an excellent articulated acts of love being expressed by nature;
But, i am like the stream of love that flows in the Jordan.
It would have been very difficult at first but,
You still count on the pusillanimous disposition;
But, flowers are like one of the surprises which are always met with the visitor.
Of the abundant fruits of love and the flowers of love;
And of the frivolous act of the light that comes out of it!
But, where is Momoh my lover? ! !
For, i am now surrounded by the bigger acts of the sea lions.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Broken Silence
It is strange how sound can travel
on a quiet day;
you can hear someone mowing their lawn
from more than a mile away.
It breaks the silence of where only nature can be heard.
All you hear is the whine of its motor everywhere;
it drowns out the gentle sounds
that are relaxing to the ear.
You will be happy when they finish
and silence returns once more
and your ears are again massaged
by the gentle sounds of the flowing water of a stream
and the twitterings of a small bird’s song.
19 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Tears Of Pain
Tears of pain stream down my although I know you're in a better place
Wishing I could see your face..,
Tears of pain stream down my face, I know you won the race.
All your pain finally ends, you and I were close friends,
Tears of pain stream down my face, I'll still be here in the end,
Tears of pain stream down my face this is something I can't take.
It wasn't fare for you to go; I have never felt a deeper hole.
Tears of pain stream down my face I feel
Your presence, in my place
I sure do miss that smiling face,
Tears of pain stream down my face,
You were the brightness to fill my greys,
Tears of pain stream down my face
I miss the feeling of embrace,
When looking at your wonderful face
Tears of pain stream down my face.
It came to soon, but your alright I try to talk to you every night.
now I know you're in a better place, The tears of pain have withered away.
poem by Raeanne Runyemba
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