A grateful dog has more worth than an ungrateful man.
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Be Greatful
Be grateful to your creator
For he is your maker
Ungratefulness comes from
Greediness and selfishness
Ungrateful people are evil
It is the act of the devil
Be grateful
Instead of being scornful
Ungrateful people
Hate to show appreciation
For their life
Is full of illusion
Be grateful to your creator
For he is your maker
poem by Matt Ancient
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Be Grateful
Be grateful and be helpful.
Be grateful if not helpful.
Being ungrateful is bad.
Be helpful to one even
One is not grateful to you.
Only such acts make you great.
I am great as I follow this
With my stubborn lady love.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The ungrateful are fools.
The more you are grateful to me
The more I do favours to you.
Being grateful is easier
To one than doing favours.
Only the fools turn ungrateful.
09.02.2009.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No Sacrificing Done They Do
They always have something ungrateful to say.
Those losing a battle with youth.
Doing things done they use to do.
With a familiar point of view.
They always have something ungrateful to say.
Without a dime spent on common sense.
And not a moment given to appreciate a thing.
Spoiled from birth.
No sacrificing done they do,
To value a self worth.
Or to cherish life day in and night fall they spite.
And yet they participate in making their own forgettable.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever It Is
Whatever It is that I am thanking...
And however It knows what It does.
I am grateful to have It know my existence!
Grateful that It enters my heart and my soul,
Grateful that It knows!
Whatever It is that forgets and forgives...
And removes stumbling blocks from my life as I live.
Whatever It is before language came to be,
In my mind I carry It...
And in 'It' It carries me!
Whatever It is that I am thanking...
And however It knows what It does.
I am grateful to have It know my existence!
Grateful that It enters my heart and my soul,
Grateful that It knows!
Grateful It knows whatever It is...
So grateful It knows It within me grows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grateful
I carry you up in my arms
Hear you sing yourself to sleep
The sky opens up over your room
You sail into your moonlight dreams
Theres so much more than we can see
Theres so much more than we can see
All we are and all we need is
All we are and all we need is
All we are is all we need to be
Grateful, oh grateful
Grateful, oh grateful
I play this guitar, sing these songs
It changes me, instantly
Love is too simple a word
For here comes the sun in the morning
Suddenly happiness
Comes rolling out from inside me
All we are and all we need is
All we are and all we need is
All we are is all we need to be
Grateful, oh grateful
Grateful, oh grateful
I carry you up in my arms
Hear you sing yourself to sleep
The sky opens up over your room
You sail into your moonlight dreams
Theres so much more than we can see
Theres so much more than we can see
All we are and all we need is
All we are and all we need is
All we are is all we need to be
Grateful, oh grateful
Grateful, oh grateful
(all we are and all we need is)
(all we are and all we need is...)
song performed by by Bangles
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The children of the revolution are always ungrateful, and the revolution must be grateful that it is so.
quote by Ursula K. LeGuin
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You Never know
Look out heart…
"I am grateful"…is not love…
Doing something for someone…
And getting…(I'm grateful) …
Is a watch out word…
You heard…"I can't love you"…
I'm just grateful, to you…
Oops…
Just grateful…?
Just grateful…!
You know…how I…feel about you…
And you…say…just grateful…
Damn! …
I expected much more…
From such a special touch…
Which was…I know now… a…
I am grateful…kind of touch…
How was I to know…?
My heart is on the floor…
Door…wide open…
Eye…running wet…
And yet…
I mis-judged-what-…
That look and touch was…
I guess I am grateful…as well…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Show is not a measure
Cats and cows are not dogs to wag;
Yet they aren’t ungrateful dogs.
They are grateful but don’t flaunt.
Don’t scale the gratitude by show.
01.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ring Out Your Bells
Ring out your bells, let mourning shows be spread;
For Love is dead--
All love is dead, infected
With plague of deep disdain;
Worth, as nought worth, rejected,
And Faith fair scorn doth gain.
From so ungrateful fancy,
From such a female franzy,
From them that use men thus,
Good Lord, deliver us!
Weep, neighbours, weep; do you not hear it said
That Love is dead?
His death-bed, peacock's folly;
His winding-sheet is shame;
His will, false-seeming holy;
His sole exec'tor, blame.
From so ungrateful fancy,
From such a female franzy,
From them that use men thus,
Good Lord, deliver us!
Let dirge be sung and trentals rightly read,
For Love is dead;
Sir Wrong his tomb ordaineth
My mistress' marble heart,
Which epitaph containeth,
"Her eyes were once his dart."
From so ungrateful fancy,
From such a female franzy,
From them that use men thus,
Good Lord, deliver us!
Alas, I lie, rage hath this error bred;
Love is not dead;
Love is not dead, but sleepeth
In her unmatched mind,
Where she his counsel keepeth,
Till due desert she find.
Therefore from so vile fancy,
To call such wit a franzy,
Who Love can temper thus,
Good Lord, deliver us!
poem by Philip Sidney
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 61
The noblest of beings is evidently man, and the meanest a dog, but intelligent persons agree that a grateful dog is better than an ungrateful man.
A dog never forgets a morsel received
Though thou throwest a stone at him a hundred times.
But if thou cherishest a base fellow a lifetime,
He will for a trifle suddenly fight with thee.
The Favor
I just did you a favor
No thanks for it
A moment you will have to always savor
Ungrateful till you last breath
You want to blame anyone for your mess
But let it not be of my success.
An orchestrated collaboration.
Let me tell you it is so fascinating.
Lets stay on the topic at hand if we can
I just did you a favor
No thanks for it
A moment you will always have to savor
Ungrateful till you last breath
Let it be the test.
Lets pass it around.
Study it very closely
Blame with the word mostly
I think their is some you missed
It could be just me
Maybe the sun has blinded my sight
I'm sorry but I just can't see
With my finger tips I feel for the light
I just did your a favor
No thanks for it
A moment you will always have to savor
Ungrateful till you last breath
As I confess
You sit there and laugh
Look at him so pitiful
Well let me tell my emotions I control
If I want to let go
I do
It is my choice in which I choose
It is my voice in which I lose
I just did you a favor
No thanks for it
A moment you will always have to savor
Ungrateful till your very last breath
Stop avoiding the topic
Lets just it put it on the chopping block
Get it over with
Smoke and mirrors
A misdirection of the lights reflection
Looking through a telescope towards your direction
Don't worry I can trace it back
And their lies the facts
You think I won't react.
Well your so wrong I will
Here's the deal.
I just did you a favor
No thanks for it
A moment you will always have to savor
Ungrateful till your very last breath
I just did you a favor
No thanks for it
A moment you will always have to savor
Ungrateful till your very last breath
Fine its now your problem
For to me your already forgotten
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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To be ungrateful is nature
.
Seed to pod, pod to twig,
Twig to stem, stem to root
And root to earth must be grateful
For their existence. Do they?
To be ungrateful is a part of life.
08.08.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Have So Much To Be Grateful To God For
I HAVE SO MUCH TO BE GRATEFUL TO GOD FOR
I have so much to be grateful to G-d for
I can walk -
I can feel the freshness of the wind and light this morning-
I can still think and write clearly-
All the years with those I love and have been loved by
I have so much to be grateful to G-d for-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Don't be ungrateful
He who turns ungrateful
To his benefactor
Is worse than a cur
He is not fit to live in this world
He is a dirty scar on the face of humanity
Realizing one's gratitude
Saves one from
embarrassment
and curses
Which may rain down upon one
If one turns ungrateful.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Be Grateful
We always have something
to be grateful for,
our family and friends
whom enrich our lives
with their words of kindness
and their deeds of unconditional love.
We may at times be low in spirit,
feel we cannot carry on,
but we are grateful for the person
who will put sunshine in our lives.
Raise our sprits with their words
and plant a smile on our face.
Being grateful comes with no obligations
except to treat another
in a similar way.
Give them a lift in their lives,
plant a smile on their face,
then we will be grateful for
the good that we can do.
We should never turn away
that little cry for help,
but be grateful that they came to us
to help them through their crisis.
Hoping one day,
they might do the same for us.
6 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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Earn the goodwill.
Don’t stop doing good things
Because many turn ungrateful.
If you stop doing good things
There will be none grateful.
If sown, some will grow.
If not, none will grow.
02.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Grateful When You'r Dead (bonus-live)
I'm painting, I paint a picture in you're mind
If you're driving roads to suicide, I know you can sympathise
If you're love is a cheatin', and you're blinded by the pain
You're honeymoon in summer is a picnic in the rain...
You'll be grateful when you're dead, Grateful when you're dead
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba.
I'm shaking, I shake the spear before you're eyes
Well if you know you're history, you will read between lines
If you're waiting for a vision, to illuminate you're mind
To leave this world of misery, to leave it all behind
You'll be grateful when you're dead, Grateful when you're dead
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba.
song performed by by Kula Shaker
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In The Spending Of Their Time
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives.
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
Hopefully,
They will come to realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
No one can be all-knowing,
If one has never been alone.
Or have been on their own...
To know the true meaning of self-evaluation.
Or value emotional devastation.
If one has not,
Opened up that lock.
If no one takes the time to stop,
To take 'inventory' of their stock...
That seems for them to never come,
With a dropping of a blocking...
That stuns and shocks.
They will never know,
How this affects and hurts one so!
Those me-me, I-I activities...
Isolates the mind.
Sickens the body.
And darkens a lost soul.
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives...
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
And...
In time,
When they are left confined...
Behind.
With no one concerned...
What it is in their lives,
Or on their minds.
They will come to learn to yearn!
In the spending of,
Their time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An unworthy soul....
My inner self, my soul was misbehaving that day,
not being body friendly, wanting to escape, to go.
It didn't like the daily grind, the commute to work,
felt rebellious and used, was discontent and bored.
It was, in fact, a very disobedient, unworthy soul,
a fractious, most ungrateful, mutinous soul,
a nasty, moody, inconsiderate monster of a soul
that wasn't worth cajoling, or placating,
that wasn't worth humouring or coaxing
or buttering up or sweet talking, to.
No, I didn't want to save my soul
so I stopped a passing devil
and craftily, most cannily sold it to him,
not wishing to save the little bastard at all.
poem by Ruth Walters
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