A herbalist that refuses to ask laymen what leaves he looks for in the bush, must have difficulties getting what he wants.
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That Beating Of The Bush
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
I have this 'thing' about honest and truth.
And those who become offended,
By declaring them too harsh to accept!
There has not been an experience I received,
I regretted with a wish to forget!
And those attempting to live their lives,
In pretense to deceive believing this is not deception...
Will always escape with excuses and alibis to make.
Charading as if...
No one recognizes,
Who is in masquerade.
And who amongst them fakes!
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
An honesty and truth spoken,
From deceivers is rare.
Those who deceive perceive...
Those who are direct and honest,
Are insensitive and do not care!
With a sharing of this mentality...
To those empathetic,
In a keeping of delusions...
Spared from despair!
But I know I'm not the only one...
Who elects to see,
Dishonesty from all people get up and leave.
I can't be!
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When the Bush Begins to Speak
They know us not in England yet, their pens are overbold;
We're seen in fancy pictures that are fifty years too old.
They think we are a careless race - a childish race, and weak;
They'll know us yet in England, when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.
'The leaders that will be', the men of southern destiny,
Are not all found in cities that are builded by the sea;
They learn to love Australia by many a western creek,
They'll know them yet in England, when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.
All ready for the struggle, and waiting for the change,
The army of our future lies encamped beyond the range;
Australia, for her patriots, will not have far to seek;
They'll know her yet in England when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.
We'll find the peace and comfort that our fathers could not find,
Or some shall strike the good old blow that leaves a mark behind.
We'll find the Truth and Liberty our fathers came to seek,
Or let them know in England when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Our difficulties of the moment must always be dealt with somehow, but our permanent difficulties are difficulties of every moment.
quote by T.S. Eliot
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Mechanical difficulties with language are the outcome of internal difficulties with thought.
quote by Elizabeth Bowen
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War is being declared tomorrow here so perhaps you can understand that I have been working under difficulties, but difficulties negligible compared with what others have to go through.
quote by Malcolm Lowry
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It Is Sad
- It is sad when the cloud form but failed to rain.
- It is sad when you feel hungry and the mouth refuses
to eat.
- It is sad when you smile and the face continues to
frown.
- It is sad when you weep and tears refuses to flow.
- It is sad when you cut and the knife refuses to tear.
- It is sad when the child is more patient than the father.
- It is sad when false is the right answer and true is the
wrong option.
Ponder This now and act later, yesterday comes, today is
going, let tomorrow rest!
poem by Aliyu Ahmad Madi
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In youth we run into difficulties. In old age difficulties run into us.
quote by Beverly Sills
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A man in my situation, my lords, has not only to encounter the difficulties of fortune. and the force of power over minds which it has corrupted or subjugated. but the difficulties of established prejudice: the man dies, but his memory lives.
quote by Robert Emmet
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I consulted a Chinese herbalist and spent two weeks on an island off the coast of Zanzibar. I was away from any kind of contemporary technology.
quote by Francesca Annis
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A Little Weed (Fun Poem 116)
There is a little weed in my garden,
which just refuses to leave.
He is a stubborn little perisher
who just will not go.
I have given him a spray
and pulled at his leaves,
but still he refuses to leave.
He stands there proud among the flowers
taunting me day after day.
I am determined to get rid of him
before my hair turns grey.
Days have folded into months
and still I cannot win.
He just stands and looks at me
with a silly grin.
I have even uprooted him
thinking that would do the trick.
Next day he was back
at least, I think it was him
or it could be his twin.
I woke up this morning
and my hair was all white
so went out and told him
I was giving up the fight
and now I have a garden
with not a flower in sight,
just a little weed and his brothers
to taunt me day and night.
poem by David Harris
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Who is clever
The clever make opportunities
Of others’ difficulties
And make difficulties
Of others’ opportunities.
Honesty has no place in politics.
03.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Warm fingers of light
my stride is amidst rainbow
negotiating faint dusklight
that dances with leaves
the sea dazzles its smiles
the refreshing breeze
plays a haunting tune,
hynoptic to the senses,
warming up rows of heartstrings
the leaves generously share
bursts of reserved cheers
but the evening that slides
so gently away refuses to
let go of its memories of you
holding them tenaciously
between the receding lights
and the roaring tide of waves
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Empty
Gloom infuses
my desert soul.
I cannot see the stars tonight.
The moon refuses
Night’s lifeless void.
It swallows the sky
and leaves us nothing but
windy lies.
poem by Steven Federle
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I saw the leaves.
I saw the leaves
Clearer today.
The picture on my wardrobe.
Lonely as it is.
Saw myself from how others
Could paint me
First time never.
Saw the garden as my home.
My home, just as my refuge.
I saw the leaves on the bush,
Outside my bedroom.
Their wistful, insistent rustling
Amidst the moaning wind.
poem by Peter Vealey
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Our achievements speak for themselves. What we have to keep track of are our failures, discouragements and doubts. We tend to forget the past difficulties, the many false starts, and the painful groping. We see our past achievements as the end results of a clean forward thrust, and our present difficulties as signs of decline and decay.
quote by Eric Hoffer
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Progress
THEY’VE builded wooden timber tracks,
And a trolly with screaming brakes
Noses into the secret bush,
Into the birdless brooding bush,
And the tall old gums it takes.
And down in the sunny valley,
The snorting saw screams slow;
O bush that nursed my people,
O bush that cursed my people,
That flayed and made my people,
I weep to watch you go
poem by Frank Wilmot
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Sore Humour
I don't know
what sets my tummy
off
I'm eating careful
lettuce leaves
and lots of water
soon I'll be thinner
than a supermodel
but my behind
refuses to toe the line
lets loose
with runny shit
and bloody hemorrhoids.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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A pessimist is one who makes difficulties of his opportunities and an optimist is one who makes opportunities of his difficulties.
quote by Harry Truman
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There are two ways of meeting difficulties: you alter the difficulties or you alter yourself meeting them.
quote by Phyllis Bottome
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The Sundowner.
So He will at the last, too, gather all,
As in the bush a traveller for his fire
Sticks and dry leaves, as eerie the light fades;
Till from those sticks and leaves there comes a flame,
Beside which in a weird infinity
The man will sit and gather lonely thoughts.
So He will at the last, too, gather all,
The great Sundowner in a painless sphere.
poem by Robert Crawford
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