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Collage Collective Art
among us few poets
in our collective collage
it is always fitting
among such words
aspiring to beauty
fitting for me to say
'I love the lines
the way your hearts
and minds think'
it would be beautiful
to speak of our art
together with one mind
poem by Terence George Craddock
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They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one's country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.
quote by Ernest Hemingway
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I was a dork, a computer nerd had braces and glasses. I wasn't necessarily too active in getting in the social crowd, so I definitely understand the entirely not fitting in, but I think everyone has their own version of feeling a bit out of place and one of the great things I think that we have the ability to do is show that it's alright.
quote by Rumer Willis
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This Girl
Take me as I am
Though I'm good at pretending
I tire easily
And hurry to the ending
There's more than what you see
But not the way you see it
I hope you follow me
And you get the meaning
Here is where I stand
Here is who I am
And I'm not interested in
Fitting in
I only want to be
To be this girl
I'm not interested in
Giving in I only want to be
This girl
Take me as you will
Under no illusions
I offer myself whole
I give into you and I
Offer you the sky
The sun and moon and seas
But you need to know that I
Not more or less than me
Here is where I stand
Here is who I am
And I'm not interested in
Fitting in I only want to be
To be this girl
I'm not interested in
Giving in
I only want to be
This girl
I'm not interested in
Fitting in
I only want to be
To be this girl
I'm not interested in
Giving in
I only want to be
This girl
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Old Feelings
time knows how
to keep them all
without creases
in an old cabinet
there is a season
for reminiscing
and you go back
to old places and
some faces
your sighs take you
back there
your trembling hands
once again shall
open the window of
the house
you take one of those
and hold them against
your chest and close
your eyes to kiss it
you face the mirror
and try fitting it again
you're too big for it now
and if you force fitting it
the buttons will snap
the cloth will be torn
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Many
Fitting and proper,
To accept the circumstances and to move on;
But the conclusion is always occupied by your muse.
Many dates,
Many lovers,
many years,
And with much prayers!
But fitting and proper to your muse;
For a person who loves silver will not be satisfied with silver!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fitting Conditions One Accepts
Look for them.
Definitions!
They will be there.
Used for what they are...
To become redefined,
To suit minds seeking reason.
On their terms.
To find a value that expresses,
One's way of life.
To either correct or ignore,
What is right.
To apply these definitions...
Fitting conditions one accepts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fitting Tight Are The Pieces
When I did it...
I was home alone.
And when I did it...
I didn't moan or groan.
'Cause when I did it...
I made it my own.
And when I did it...
I meant it to be shown!
When I choose a task to do...
I mean it to get done.
With no time I try to lose,
'Cause I choose it to get done.
And fitting tight are the pieces,
With a meaning that is done.
That is clear to anyone,
When I do to get things done,
I am business not 'all' fun!
When I choose a task to do...
I mean it to get done.
With no time I try to lose,
'Cause I choose it to get done.
And fitting tight are the pieces,
With a meaning that is done.
That is clear to anyone,
When I do to get things done,
I am business not 'all' fun!
When I did it...
I was home alone.
And when I did it...
I didn't moan or groan.
'Cause when I did it...
I made it my own.
And when I did it...
I meant it to be shown and known!
When I choose a task to do...
I mean it to get done.
And fitting tight are the pieces,
With a meaning that is done.
That is clear to anyone,
When I do to get things done,
I am business not 'all' fun!
And fitting tight are the pieces,
With a meaning that is done.
That is clear to anyone,
When I do to get things done,
I am business not 'all' fun!
And fitting tight are the pieces,
With a meaning that is done.
And fitting tight are the pieces,
With a meaning that is done.
And fitting tight are the pieces,
With a meaning that is done.
That is clear to anyone,
When I do to get things done,
I am business not 'all' fun!
And that's what I do to believe!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is a quiet and peaceful place - and a fitting place for the remains of this greatest of sea tragedies to rest.
quote by Robert D. Ballard
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The three parts of the theory are analytical ability, the ability to analyze things to judge, to criticize. Creative, the ability to create, to invent and discover and practical, the ability to apply and use what you know.
quote by Robert Sternberg
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Fitting In With The Misfits
Dear ma you might find it hard to believe
But I think Ive finally found a home
The weathers loveley theres so much to see
And people who know what I know
Now Ive got friends that do want me
And take me as I am
Now Ive got friends that do love me
Im all right with them
Fitting in with the misfitts
Living in the lost and found
And I will never be afraid
For lost souls dont know where theyre bound
Dear ma I know this is hard for ya too
But some things are better off said
Ive always found it so hard to adjust
Id rather stay in bed
Now Ive got friends that do want me
And take me as I am
Now Ive got friends that do love me
Im all right with them
Fitting in with the misfitts
Living in the lost and found
And I will never be afraid
For lost souls dont know where theyre bound
Dont know where theyre bound
I dont know where Im bound
Fitting in with the misfitts
Living in the lost and found
Fitting in with the misfitts
Living in the lost and found
song performed by by Eels
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Mud Throwing Grudgeons
It is incredulous to me,
The number of people I had regarded...
As having some mental stability.
With an ability to connect dots...
And a fitting of pieces to put them together.
Find it safer to allow themselves to be dumbdowned.
I can accept being labelled ignorant.
Among other choice names I have been called.
I can accept having been told I live in my own world,
With a perspective on life that drips with cynicisms...
And sarcastic trimmings interpreted to faultfind.
I am a writer choosing to use that as my creative license.
However...
What excuses are left for people to make,
Not to see the forest for the trees?
When it is obvious they hop over falling branches,
Like unseen obstacles.
And the ones who point this out to have others cautioned,
Are said to be disgruntled and embittered...
Mud throwing grudgeons pivoting themselves to disrupt.
By what?
A jealousy to refuse,
To beat their heads up against tree trunks?
And a refusal to do this is shown as a sign of envy?
Who is spiking the tea these nuts drink?
It is incredulous to me,
The number of people I had regarded...
As having some mental stability.
With an ability to connect dots...
And a fitting of pieces to put them together.
Find it safer to allow themselves to be dumbdowned.
If a brick wall is constructed to be just what it is,
Why do those persisent in their protest,
Make declarations with demands and wishes...
To have those bricks replaced with cushions?
And grant with allowances to have their intelligence,
Abused.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peer Pressure, Identity, and Acceptance
Just not fitting in
Where's those people?
Is there anyone like me?
Am I supposed to be like them?
Just not fitting in
I want acceptance they don't want me
They want me to compromise
This isn't who I am
Who am I anyways?
It's only temporary.... right?
I can't lose myself cause I'm....well I'm me
I need acceptance they're like a distant dream
They're staring right through me
They're speaking to me out of sympathy
They see through my act
They see.... no they couldn't
Who are they anyways?
I guess I'll call them..... well, they're friends
They're all I got
I crave acceptance
The pangs of loneliness
No it's not that
Not quite
As much as I crave acceptance
I think deep down
I don't want to have to change
I think deep down
If I could speculate about myself
Deep down I want to be me
But who.... who am I? I can't remember or maybe....
Maybe there's nothing to remember
Just fitting in
Has changed me
Where can I get real acceptance
Would anyone just care about me even knowing that I was me?
I can't even love me, I don't want to feed me, I don't want to help me
Why would they?
Is there anyone who'd just want me, even if they knew it was me?
Acceptance
It's not just a commodity, it's a necessity
So I found acceptance
It took my life but I'd gladly give it up again
It's better that I no longer live
Well in the my old definition of life
This.... this is life
It's acceptance
I found acceptance with the one I deserved it from the least
Someone I never did anything for
One of my greatest enemies
That's why this acceptance
This forgiveness
This love
Changed me
From the inside
Out
I think I found part of me, I must show my friends
Or that's what I thought
Because the cruel reality of the world is that it
Denies us that one thing that we need to survive that one thing we crave
Acceptance
When I told them He loved me
I lost what little friends I did have
But I have more than I've had
Because I have
Acceptance
poem by David Knox
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Alley
Apply, apply
no reply.
I do not know
how to apply
what to apply
I do not know
whether I am
eligible to apply
I do not know
whether there is
age limit to apply
I do not know
what is the
last date to apply.
Apply, apply
no reply.
And you find a fly
in this alley.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Bereft of Explication Proper...
Bereft of explication proper would I be to define,
Every aspect of your essence- of your presence, divine!
Remiss would I be yet, if but an attempt valiant, were not taken-
Alas, causative are thee- for my soul has awakened!
Most fitting, appareled are thee in locks aflame:
For I am enamored- and you are virtuously, to blame!
Coupled is this, with oculus the most resplendent blue:
I am enraptured replete, obligation owed their hue!
Serenity, beautificence- but two words toward articulation,
Many more needed still though for proper delimitation!
The Heavens surely smile upon thee, and all you touch-
Intimate not all do I, yet know surely do I this much!
Know not could I a more fitting homage than to expound,
The world- far more felicitous, because you are around!
Maurice Harris,21 March 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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Progress?
Whatever one man can invent
to benefit his fellow men.
Some other man without consent
will twist its purpose if he can..
A simple too for men to use
in pursuit of their sustenance.
Is always open to abuse
dependent on the circumstance.
A digging stick becomes a spear
a way to kill the enemy.
Men have made progress it is clear
improving their ability.
To kill more men efficiently
Mass killing now is common place.
Man is mans worst enemy
that is the truth we have to face
Eventually the human race will
disappear and leave no trace.
Unless we change our attitude.
it is most fitting that we should.
Another failed experiment
an error Mother Nature made.
She made us too belligerent
to live in peace I am afraid.
11-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I took my waitress uniform. Seemed fitting.
quote by Shiri Appleby
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If we are to achieve a richer culture, rich in contrasting values, we must recognize the whole gamut of human potentialities, and so weave a less arbitrary social fabric, one in which each diverse human gift will find a fitting place.
quote by Margaret Mead
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