God detests a man who rushes to accuse a neighbor.
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Lock your door rather than accuse your neighbor.
No Accuse
There is no accuse for a man to hit a woman.
He may say that how he was raised.
Or he may say it is the pressure of your financial situation.
But neither one of these reasons are an accuse.
He may even have you thinking it is your fault.
By saying it is your lack of support or the tone in which you talk.
Still no accuse.
Believe it or not he may even tell you it is because he loves you too much.
Well ladies, when a man love you his touch should be as gentle as a summer breeze not a fist.
Love is no accuse.
Neighbor, Neighbor
Neighbor, neighbor, why you messin in my life?
Neighbor, neighbor, youve been talkin to my wife,
Tellin her you seen me
Runnin wild the other night,
Runnin wild the other night.
A neighbor, neighbor, theress always one in every crowd.
A neighbor, neighbor, tellin lies and talkin loud.
You better watch your step now.
You might fall off your cloud.
You might fall off your cloud.
Now I was walking down a dusty road
When along came a neighbor of mine.
He saw me walkin with my head hung down,
He just had to stop and pass the time.
Neighbor, neighbor, floatin in the salty brine.
Floatin in the salty brine.
song performed by by ZZ Top
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Be Careful Of Stones That You Throw
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Written by bonnie dodd
Chorus
A [f] tongue can accuse and carry bad [c] news
The [f] seeds of distrust, it will [c] sow
But [f] unless youve made no mistakes in your [c] life
Be careful of [g7] stones that you [c] throw.
(spoken)
[c] a neighbor was passing my [f] garden one time
[c] she stopped and I knew right away [g7]
That it was gossip, not flowers, she had on her mind [c]
And this is what I heard my neighbor say:
[c] that girl down the street [f] should be run from our midst
[c] she drinks and she talks quite a lot [g7]
She knows not to speak to my child or to me. [c]
My neighbor then smiled and I thought:
Chorus
(spoken)
A car speeded by and the screamin of brakes
A sound that made my blood chill
For my neighbors one child had been pulled from the path
And saved by a girl lying still.
The child was unhurt and my neighbor cried out:
Oh! who was that brave girl so sweet?
I covered the crushed, broken body and said:
The bad girl who lived down the street.
Chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Dharma Talk # 2 (Cry For Help)
the growl in your stomach,
your neighbor's hunger.
the wet spot on your pillow,
your neighbor's tears.
the sharp pain in your heart,
your neighbor's eviction notice.
the sadness in your mirror...
your neighbor's cry for help!
WAKE UP!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Dont Accuse
Dont accuse
Hanson
There was a boy, he was lame
He had a limp in his leg
People looked at him with a frown
He said why do you put me down
No no no no dont accuse
You dont know what theyve been through
No no no no dont accuse
You dont know what theyve been through
How would you like it if I hurt you
Way deep inside
And looked at you with a frown
Would you feel all alone
No one comes over to help you
It seems like nobody cares
Maybe next time youll think twice
Before you accuse or compare
(repeat chorus)
When you prick us do we not bleed
When you whip us do we not weep
When you hurt us do we not cry
When you stab us do we not die
(repeat chorus 4x)
song performed by by Hanson
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Differences
My neighbor lives on the hill,
And I in the valley dwell,
My neighbor must look down on me,
Must I look up?--ah, well,
My neighbor lives on the hill,
And I in the valley dwell.
My neighbor reads, and prays,
And I--I laugh, God wot,
And sing like a bird when the grass is green
In my small garden plot;
But ah, he reads and prays,
And I--I laugh, God wot.
His face is a book of woe,
And mine is a song of glee;
A slave he is to the great 'They say,'
But I--I am bold and free;
No wonder he smacks of woe,
And I have the tang of glee.
My neighbor thinks me a fool,
'The same to yourself,' say I;
'Why take your books and take your prayers,
Give me the open sky;'
My neighbor thinks me a fool,
'The same to yourself,' say I.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Anyone Will Do
Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Will certainly for them do!
They want to watch me and you,
To select and consider.
But their thoughtless bitterness
Has left them much the fools.
Everything that they touch...
To elevate their lust to heights,
Exposes their incompetence...
And their attraction to decadence,
Stirs a crisis that backbites!
Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Will certainly for them do!
Those who chose to follow their lead,
Can not believe they with them today bleed.
And everything about them and their lifestyles too...
Seems to be admittedly being refused.
They have lost a confidence...
With a pride they all pursued!
Everything about them repells as well!
No one leaves it as a secret,
Who and what has created this hell!
Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Will certainly for them do!
Anyone...
Except themselves!
And that is the sadness so true.
Themselves they are blinded to see...
As the initiators of their own ignorance,
Hyped with hypocrisies.
And enforcing upon themselves,
Their own tragedies so needlessly!
Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Including me,
And you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before You Accuse Me
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself.
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself.
You say Ive been buyin another woman clothes,
But youve been talkin to someone else.
I called your mama bout three or four nights ago.
I called your mama bout three or four nights ago.
Your mama said, son,
Dont call my daughter no more.
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself.
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself.
You say Ive been buyin another woman clothes,
But youve been takin money from someone else.
Come on back home, baby; try my love one more time.
Come on back home, baby; try my love one more time.
Youve been gone away so long,
Im just about to lose my mind.
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself.
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself.
You say Ive been buyin another woman clothes,
But youve been talkin to someone else.
song performed by by Creedence Clearwater Revival
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A love for neighbor
Love the neighbor
that is great honor
he will be first to attend
All may reach last including friends
the neighbor and guests are best
they stand the time and test
open your secrets and confide
Neighbor will know even if you hide
it is wrong to assume
no grudges and feelings to fume
if you know him to be near
there won't be any fear
Love the neighbor so to be close to Thy
there has to be no question as why?
rule or no rule he is there to rescue
relatives and friends may have no clue
Love wins you whole world
the neighbor must be in our hold
he is there to watch and protect
from any of the harm or ill act
we generally harbor ill feelings
we don’t go closer or even willing
this is one of gratest drawback
it may put us on backtrack
It may not help us either
Even seasons act wise in weather
we are sensible human being
we should not stick to views or cling
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To accuse others for one's own misfortunes is a sign of want of education. To accuse oneself shows that one's education has begun. To accuse neither oneself nor others shows that one's education is complete.
Green Grow The Rushes
The wheelbarrows fallen
Look at my hands
Theyve found some surplus cheaper hands
Rubbing palms and pick and choose,
Who will they choose? here is the news.
Look at that building, look at this man
Haloed and whitewashed
Gone to find a cheaper hand
Hell offer a pound, offer a pound.
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
The compass points the workers home
Pay for your freedom, find another gate
Guilt by associate, the rushes wilted a long time ago
Guilty as you go
Stay off that highway, word is its not so safe
The grasses that hide the greenback
The amber waves of gain again
The amber waves of gain
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
The compass points the workers home
song performed by by REM
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Easily Giving
I am determined,
To feel and receive...
An awarded love.
Someone that discovers my value,
And treasures me as their prize.
No one can accuse me of not being devoted.
No one can accuse me of unfaithfulness.
And I've been in a few relationships.
Easily giving my loyalty.
And to be dismissed by this.
Wishing it was known,
The depth of feelings I have shown.
I am determined,
To feel and receive...
An awarded love.
Someone that discovers my value,
And treasures me as their prize.
And I don't think of time,
That seems to tick by me quick.
Or the wish that I have,
To experience the love I wish and know can exist.
No one can accuse me of not being devoted.
No one can accuse me of unfaithfulness.
I have shown this...
Over and over again.
But maybe in my youth...
My quickness to share,
Was not for others...
Completely there to be aware.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you do not accuse each other, God will not accuse you. If you have no accuser you will enter heaven. What many people call sin is not sin; I do many things to break down superstition, and I will break it down.
quote by Joseph Smith, Jr.
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The Fate Of The Lonely Woman
life exacts the price
for your cowardice
alone in the apartment
you will be pondering about
how other people took life
using their own hands
that independence of not having
to put guilt on the neighbor
that suppression of what
should have been said
the mouth trembles
the heart pounds upon every atrium
bloods rush like a flood
and so you are drowned
soon another room is forced open
foul odor rushes out proclaiming another wrong
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A real diplomat is one who can cut his neighbor's throat without having his neighbor notice it.
quote by Trygve Lie
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Forgiving
how can a neighbor find it so hard
to forgive a
neighbor?
the self of course
is the nearest one.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Then, You Finally Know!
when you look in the mirror,
and see your neighbor...
when you look at your neighbor,
and see god...
when you look at god,
and see yourself...
then, you finally know!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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My Neighbor
He is my neighbor
I am his neighbor
We are friends
To each other
He helps me
I listen to him
He is kind to me
I spent time with him
He cares for for me
I eat with him
We never question
Who
Does more for whom?
More than neighbors
We are brothers
Living apart
Still together
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The antelope detests the one who announces its whereabouts more than the one who sees it.