Children and fools Shouldn't play with edged tools.
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Children and fools must not play with edged tools.
They who play with edged tools must expect to be cut.
Sonnet XXII: With Fools and Children
To Folly
With fools and children, good discretion bears;
Then, honest people, bear with Love and me,
Nor older yet, nor wiser made by years,
Amongst the rest of fools and children be;
Love, still a baby, plays with gauds and toys,
And, like a wanton, sports with every feather,
And idiots still are running after boys,
Then fools and children fitt'st to go together.
He still as young as when he first was born,
No wiser I than when as young as he;
You that behold us, laugh us not to scorn;
Give Nature thanks you are not such as we.
Yet fools and children sometimes tell in play
Some, wise in show, more fools indeed than they.
poem by Michael Drayton
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I Shouldn't … but, I do.
I like the way you look at me,
Every time you look at me...
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
I like the way you talk to me,
When you say the things you shouldn't be...
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
I liked the feeling of your company,
When you'd carve out some time for me...
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
I like the sound of your voice,
Pulling at me, like I have no choice,
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
Thoughts of you are frequent for me,
Though, I try not to think of you.
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
I can't help that I feel this way,
Believe me, it's much to my dismay,
There wasn't
But,
NOW
There is a
YOU...
If you only knew,
How much I try,
How often I fail..
When I try
To try
Not to think of
YOU.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Valediction
I ONCE was fond of fools,
And bid them come each day;
Then each one brought his tools
The carpenter to play;
The roof to strip first choosing,
Another to supply,
The wood as trestles using,
To move it by-and-by,
While here and there they ran,
And knock'd against each other;
To fret I soon began,
My anger could not smother,
So cried, "Get out, ye fools!"
At this they were offended
Then each one took his tools,
And so our friendship ended.
Since that, I've wiser been,
And sit beside my door;
When one of them is seen,
I cry, "Appear no more!"
"Hence, stupid knave!" I bellow:
At this he's angry too:
"You impudent old fellow!
And pray, sir, who are you?
Along the streets we riot,
And revel at the fair;
But yet we're pretty quiet,
And folks revile us ne'er.
Don't call us names, then, please!"--
At length I meet with ease,
For now they leave my door--
'Tis better than before!
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Edged tools are dangerous things to handle, and not infrequently do much hurt.
quote by Agnes Repplier
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It Was Seen Coming
It was seen coming.
Yes it was.
Yet...
Many did choose,
To hide their tools used.
With reactions so cool and smooth.
Wanting not to be the fools accused.
So a refusing they did do,
To appear with their dictating superiors.
It was seen coming.
Oh yes it was.
An undoing stunning.
Yet...
Many did choose,
To hide their tools used.
With reactions so cool and smooth.
Wanting not to be the fools accused.
So a refusing they did do,
To appear with their dictating superiors.
They kept their trapped boxes locked.
Hoping what they started would stop the clock.
Taking off shoes and socks to sneak...
Down all hall corridors,
With a slipping past those...
Snoring with eyes closed.
Even when they were opened...
Impressively dressed thieves,
Came through and exited when they pleased.
It was seen coming.
Yes it was.
Yet...
Many did choose,
To hide their tools used.
With reactions so cool and smooth.
Wanting not to be the fools accused.
So a refusing they did do,
To appear with their dictating superiors.
And hauled all their bounty on a get away bus.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Love to Hate
Is it getting clearer...
For those who fear to be themselves.
They who have entertained disrespect,
To the point where none is left.
Inspected in depth...
Or quests requested!
Blinded they are like fools on crack!
Using tools of fools to keep themselves back.
Blinded they are like fools on crack.
Or a black cat who can't stop giving 'bad' vibes,
An image to attack!
Blinded they are like fools on crack!
Seeking a shoulder to cry on...
And a pat on their backs!
Blinded they are like fools on crack.
Trying in doped slickness,
But losing themselves...
With weakened backbones attacked!
Is it getting clearer...
For those who fear to be themselves.
With a fear that endears them,
With a love to hate!
Berating unappreciated wisdom at stake!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Science is one thing, wisdom is another. Science is an edged tool, with which men play like children, and cut their own fingers.
quote by Arthur Eddington
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Science is one thing, wisdom is another. Science is an edged tool, with which men play like children, and cut their own fingers.
quote by Arthur Eddington
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The Rare Flower
There's beauty in such a sacred structure, oh,
That thing that is nurtured and loved.
It's quite an occasion.
It's driving me crazy.
I'm not allowed to touch on lust.
I've gotta get a hold of myself.
I mustn't admit it.
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't
Pick the rare flower.
I don't see why I shouldn't,
Well I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't
Pick the rare flower.
Whoooo
Walking in a Paradise or Eden,
Whoa, temptation:
Give me one second to succumb.
It's calling me.
With a menacing whisper of,
Magic offer a-charming me./Magical world enchanting me.
Why I've gotta get a hold of myself,
You see, but it ain't easy.
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't
Pick the rare flower.
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't
Pick the rare flower.
Whoooo
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Women By Far Are Fools
A woman never tires for love
She can feel the instant neglect
You can't hide feeling from her
She will know as she suspects
Women By Far Are Fools
You think you have some plan
And you play it all so well
She will see right through you
Yes a woman can always tell
Women By Far Are Fools
Her eyes watch you carefully
As she senses with her heart
A untrue heart hasn't a chance
She picks that up from the start
Women By Far Are Fools
You think you can play her
There you better think again
She will always figure you out
Yes that you can always depend
Women By Far Are Fools
poem by Suelynn Walters
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A Prayer On Child Abuse
Dear God Above
Bless the children that need your love
Bless the lives that are about to end
Caused by a stranger, relative, or even a friend
Children sometimes become confused
That's no reason for them to be abused
Children shouldn't be considered a game,
Nor should your child feel shame
To play with their favorite toy
Like any other girl or boy
Child abuse is a serious crime
But it happens all of the time
If the child is too much trouble
Please send help there on the double
Please don't take the child away
Because someone got angry today
But if these precious children should have to die
Please take them to your home in the sky.
poem by Ginny Cadle
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Plays & Scenes
You are an actor
Your work is beautiful
With your plays & scenes
You always know what to do
You play many characters
You play happy
You play sad
You play mean
You play yourself
Masks fade away unless they are waterproof(In this case they're not)
Your tools are tears
Your tools are faces
Your tools are glasses
Your tools are smiles and Moustaches
Lights, camera, action.
Scene 1: Laughter fills the air
You're being a goof
Laughing it up in class
Who would ever expect you of being sad
Nobody ofcourse
You are a genius
You fool everyone
That is everyone but yourself
Scene 2: You go into your room and scream into your pillow
You let out a wail
You're holding the pillow so tightly to your face
You feel as though you are sophocating
Angry words flash through your head
'I hate you! I wish you were dead! '
You feel no one cares
Understandable.
Yes or no?
Scene 3: Get out of the way
I never liked you
I never will! you exclaim
When will you wake up
I'm leaving and I'm never coming back!
You feel anger
I guess being mean
I know you don't want to admit it
But it's the truth
Scene 4: I'm loved by the people I love
I'm cared about by the people I care about
I love The Strokes & drawing pictures by hand(I'm not a cheater, sometimes)
I try my hardest & try not to give up
I never want to be alone but it is an issue I face
I cry a lot due to my issues
But I really don't care what people think
Yourself is me.
And even though I hate myself sometimes
I love being me
So, I'm not going anywhere yet.
poem by Kamilla Davila
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To Uproot With A Moving Somewhere Else
I thought it foolish that I should move,
To find success or expect an acceptance.
Especially when I had the confidence,
In my choice to do what I did at my best,
Could and woudn't be better expressed...
If in another environment I selected.
Or become more impressive,
To those believing they should approve.
I knew too early I was not the one stupid,
To do what I did to prove others to be fools...
To uproot with a moving somewhere else just to do.
When inside of anyone they are born with the tools.
And wherever they go those same tools can be used.
It just depends on which ones are picked.
With a determination to remain devoted and not to quit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poem: 'Playtime Slayer
- 6. May.2006 -
Unsuspecting children play, nothing seems amiss
They are jumping, they are running, they’re just ‘being kids’
Unsuspecting children play, unnoticing this little girl
She is crying, she is dying, carrying the weight of the world
Unsuspecting children play, laughing to themselves
They are so unknowing of this little girls living hell
Unsuspecting children play, having so much fun
This girl is used to being bullied, but she’s not the only one
Unsuspecting children play, unknowing of this pain
They don’t even see this girl… they don’t let her join their game
Unsuspecting children play, as a young girls life falls apart
They don’t even suspect; this little girl ‘self-harms’
poem by Rachel Ann Clark
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He is Sick (the monologue of a sick)
I am sick
weak
shouldn't you seek me?
shouldn't you accuse yourselves
when they refuse to see?
I am sick
and I cry
I am sick
and I scream
because I am sick
but even if I extirpate my throat
to show you the way I am cold
and alone
you wouldn't listen to me
Would you listen to me?
Do you hear me?
I am sick
Damn you fools
you can stop believing
if you need
but you cannot stop to believe
you are weak
weaker than me.
And you cannot stop believing
it is intriguing
it is crucial
yet not essential
and it is your fate
to let me die
it is your fate
to hunter your pride
and leave me sick
here, I lay sick
here, you made your God sick
my dear children, my perished humans
you hailed me here
where you left me
sick
and weak.
poem by Katerina Val
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