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Swearing is like any other music... If it is not done well, if it is not done with a fine and discriminating art, and vitalized with gracious and heartborn feeling, it lacks beauty, it lacks charm, it lacks expression, it lacks nobleness, it lacks majesty...
David Gridley in Indiantown
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About The Good Quality
He is sincere who
Is calculative or
Lacks faith in himself.
He is faithful who
Is purposeful or
Lacks faith in himself.
Good quality
Is a strategy
Or from weakness.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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So...How went Your Wednesday?
So how was your Wednesday 10/13/10?
Did you get out of bed safely
Drink your coffee
and then
Read the paper, look at want ads
Feel sorry for yourself
Maybe want to go back
to bed again
bills piling up In a heap upon the table
Wondering which
to pay today
Or if you’ll even be able
Well…believe it or not
Your life’s pretty damn good
There’s five young soldiers
Who’d trade places if they could
Let me introduce them:
Ray…Justin…Phil…Joe…and Vic
All Killed in action in %#$@*&ghanistan Wednesday 10/13/10
Marine Lance Cpl. Raymond L. A. Johnston 22 yrs young Midland Ga.
Cpl. Justin J. Cain 19 yrs young Manitowoc Wis.
Lance Cpl. Phillip Vinnedge 19 yrs young Saint Charles Mo.
Lance Cpl. Joseph E Rodewald 21 yrs young Albany Ore.
Pfc. Victor A. Dew 20 yrs young Granite Bay Calif.
I think their day was far worse than yours
For Wednesday was their day to die
And I wish that someone could give me
One good reason…For What…and why? ? ?
poem by David Whalen
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The husband who lacks affection is like a house that lacks a roof.
Sincerity outweighs.
Intelligence and beauty
Will fail a wife to hold her man
If she lacks sincerity.
If she lacks fidelity
Even a concubine will lose her man.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Just because a man lacks the use of his eyes doesn't mean he lacks vision.
quote by Stevie Wonder
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Je Lance Un Appel (French Lyrics)
Je plaide non coupable pour l'insolence
Que tu me reproches en cas d'urgence
Je plaide non coupable pour la distance
Qui s'installe quand je me fais violence
Apprends me lire pour comprendre mes raisons
Notre avenir n'est plus qu'une douce illusion
[Chorus:]
Et je lance un appel
Pour sauver l'essentiel
Et je lance un appel
Pour sauver l'essentiel
Je plaide non coupable pour mes silences
C'est sans doute mon systme de dfense
Apprends me dire ce qui te fait tant souffrir
A ragir pour attiser le dsir
[Chorus:]
Et je lance un appel
Pour sauver l'essentiel
Et je lance un appel
Pour sauver l'essentiel
Je lance un appel
Pour un corps corps sans duel
Je plaide coupable pour mon indulgence
Envers tous mes dlits d'insouciance
Je plaide coupable pour mes errances
Et envers toi ma ngligence
[Chorus:]
Et je lance un appel
Pour sauver l'essentiel
Et je lance un appel
Pour sauver l'essentiel
song performed by by Kate Ryan
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Two Valentines
I.-TO MISTRESS BARBARA
There were three cavaliers, all handsome and true,
On Valentine's day came a maiden to woo,
And quoth to your mother: 'Good-morrow, my dear,
We came with some songs for your daughter to hear!'
Your mother replied: 'I'll be pleased to convey
To my daughter what things you may sing or may say!'
Then the first cavalier sung: 'My pretty red rose,
I'll love you and court you some day, I suppose!'
And the next cavalier sung, with make-believe tears:
'I've loved you! I've loved you these many long years!'
But the third cavalier (with the brown, bushy head
And the pretty blue jacket and necktie of red)
He drew himself up with a resolute air,
And he warbled: 'O maiden, surpassingly fair!
I've loved you long years, and I love you to-day,
And, if you will let me, I'll love you for aye!'
I (the third cavalier) sang this ditty to you,
In my necktie of red and my jacket of blue;
I'm sure you'll prefer the song that was mine
And smile your approval on your valentine.
II.-TO A BABY BOY
Who I am I shall not say,
But I send you this bouquet
With this query, baby mine:
'Will you be my valentine?'
See these roses blushing blue,
Very like your eyes of hue;
While these violets are the red
Of your cheeks. It can be said
Ne'er before was babe like you.
And I think it is quite true
No one e'er before to-day
Sent so wondrous a bouquet
As these posies aforesaid-
Roses blue and violets red!
Sweet, repay me sweets for sweets-
'Tis your lover who entreats!
Smile upon me, baby mine-
Be my little valentine!
poem by Eugene Field
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The lance never blunted the pen, nor the pen the lance.
She Who Lacks His Touch
She who lacks his touch
She with lack of trust
Only to remain in dust
She who wants no luck
What she would give for lust
She with lack of trust
Her eyes have bled with time
Her life not to remain in line
What she would give for lust
She who lacks his trust
Her image has began to change
Her reflection is not the same
Her grip tightens on the brush
She with lack of trust
This anger can not remain
Something has to change
She who lacks his trust
What she will do for lust
The knife once used for peeling
Now lay under her pillow
Her presence will now be felt
She who lacks his trust
The time has come
The final dance begun
She gets his final touch
What she has done for lust
poem by Morgan Bodden
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If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Two valentines
I.--TO MISTRESS BARBARA
There were three cavaliers, all handsome and true,
On Valentine's day came a maiden to woo,
And quoth to your mother: "Good-morrow, my dear,
We came with some songs for your daughter to hear!"
Your mother replied: "I'll be pleased to convey
To my daughter what things you may sing or may say!"
Then the first cavalier sung: "My pretty red rose,
I'll love you and court you some day, I suppose!"
And the next cavalier sung, with make-believe tears:
"I've loved you! I've loved you these many long years!"
But the third cavalier (with the brown, bushy head
And the pretty blue jacket and necktie of red)
He drew himself up with a resolute air,
And he warbled: "O maiden, surpassingly fair!
I've loved you long years, and I love you to-day,
And, if you will let me, I'll love you for aye!"
I (the third cavalier) sang this ditty to you,
In my necktie of red and my jacket of blue;
I'm sure you'll prefer the song that was mine
And smile your approval on your valentine.
II.--TO A BABY BOY
Who I am I shall not say,
But I send you this bouquet
With this query, baby mine:
"Will you be my valentine?"
See these roses blushing blue,
Very like your eyes of hue;
While these violets are the red
Of your cheeks. It can be said
Ne'er before was babe like you.
And I think it is quite true
No one e'er before to-day
Sent so wondrous a bouquet
As these posies aforesaid--
Roses blue and violets red!
Sweet, repay me sweets for sweets--
'Tis your lover who entreats!
Smile upon me, baby mine--
Be my little valentine!
poem by Eugene Field
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A writer
Out of what, does a writer write?
Out of hatred, out of denial,
Out of failure, out of perversion,
Out of insult or out of neglect.
Why does a writer write?
To vent his anger, anguish and agony.
To bend his feelings in catharsis.
From what does he write?
From borrowings, being inspired,
Or pouring old wine into a new bottle.
For what purpose does he write?
For an applause, to show his skills
And to earn a place and money.
Why at all must he write?
For an idler, what else can he do?
What lacks in one’s writing?
His concern for you lacks.
Your vow to pursue it lacks.
He writes and forgets
You read and forget.
When you are gone and when he is gone
The relevance to his writings is gone.
Bubbles are formed and burst.
12.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fractured
Eric Roberts, Jake Busey, Lauren Mae Shafer, Jordan Trovillion, Tamer Alwerfalli, Rose Anne Nepa, Lance Kawas
by Lance Kawas from Fractured (2014)
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Tri-women
Oorvasy is tempting;
Janaky lacks pleasing;
Sakuntala is the both.
Oorvasi lacks love;
Janaky lacks lust;
Sakuntala has the both.
Of oorvasi you’re tired;
Of janaky you’re bored;
Of sakuntala you’re stirred.
You’re mad of oorvasi;
You’re proud of janaky;
You’re glad of sakuntala.
Oorvasi is a waterfall;
Janaky is a pond;
Sakuntala is a river.
Flirt with Oorvasi,
Consort with Janaky,
If not done with Sakuntala
Girls, Mould as Sakuntala
26.04.2002, pakd
[Urvasi is Devas’ beauty, Seetha is virtuous queen and Sakuntal is king’s lovely wom
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.
quote by Cesare Pavese
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Possession and good right, with lance in hand.
What medicines do not heal, the lance will; what the lance does not heal, fire will.
quote by Hippocrates
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