"Oh," replied his patient, with no malice aforethought, "he told me to come and see you."
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A patient going to a doctor for his first visit was asked, "And whom did you consult before coming to me?"
"Only the village druggist," was the answer.
"And what sort of foolish advice did that numbskull give you?" asked the doctor, his tone and manner denoting his contempt for the advice of the layman.
"Oh," replied his patient, with no malice aforethought, "he told me to come and see you."
Try Again
Later that evening, only a feeling
But it was there in the air that we share in the twilight
Humming a sad song, where was our day gone
But in the dark was a spark, a remark I remember
"Try again", she replied to some story I told
"Try again", yes I will if I can
Oh, all I need is somebody to hold
Learning a feeling, seeking a meaning
Finding a way, should she stay, how to say let's imagine
Maybe I'll go wrong, an evening that last long
But in the night all the light must be right for this moment
"Try again", she replied to some story I told
"Try again", yes I will if I can
Oh, all I need is somebody to hold
"Try again", she replied to some story I told
"Try again", yes I will if I can
Oh, all I need is somebody to hold
"Try again", she replied to some story I told
"Try again", yes I will if I can
Oh, all I need is somebody to hold
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Justifiable? ?
All men can gain the mark of Cain
If they’re provoked sufficiently.
Fury overcasts reasons reign
and he strikes out impulsively.
He kills almost by accident
There is no malice aforethought..
Does this still merit punishment?
Perhaps but of a different sort.
Unlike those men who kill for gain.
Sheer anger renders them insane.
I am quite sure most men could be
afflicted by insanity.
Protecting child hood innocence
from paedophiles. Needs no defence.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Those Who Pack Malice
I don't carry malice.
But I am familiar,
With the burden of it.
And those who pack malice,
As a means to unload if from themselves...
To others unsuspecting.
Would be wise to rid themselves of the notion,
That an unpacking of malice...
To place upon another's shoulders,
Would be done without a suffering to them that comes.
I don't carry malice.
But I am familiar,
With the burden of it.
And it is not worth being committed,
To a life of mental pain.
I was blessed to become remorseful,
Before carrying out the deed.
But I have witnessed the devastation,
Of what a malice inflicted can leave.
It is best to correct and reverse one's steps.
With a comprehension...
One accepts and not argues.
Malice to inflict revenge as a means to victimize,
Has its surprising consequences...
For one unsuspecting who does the venomizing,
To pay!
And the picture isn't pretty.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Nun
She was black.
A salvation army nun,
and I was just me,
though richer than
usual,
waiting
for my connection
to take me to heaven
to my version of God.
She asked and I gave.
“You are a good man”
she told me.
“God will not forget you.”
“God is dead.” I replied.'
“..and you don’t need
Nietzsche or the 12 o’clock
news to tell you that”
“I pray He will
forgive you your
blasphemy.”
she answered.
“So do I.”
I replied.
'So do I'
We both smiled
knowingly.
poem by Carsten Thomsen
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Only “Karma” was in my hands
I asked a Veteran Mountaineer
How he reached the top?
He replied calmly
The Mountain was tall and mighty
Climb was steep and high
I wanted to see the World
From the peak of the Mountain
I prepared myself
And started my Journey
Many discouraged
Others created fear in me
I was determined
To achieve my Goal
I remembered the lessons of Geeta
Somebody told
Only “Karma” was in my Hands
I started to climb
Sometimes I lost hold
Sometimes I slipped
But nothing deterred me
I was cautious and patient
Full of concentration
Kept climbing on and on
One day I made it to the top
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Somebody told me to go home
Somebody told me to go home
where is that? ... I replied
'where you sleep' was the answer.
Shoot... that could be anywhere
Somebody said dude... you need to go home
Home is where your heart is
My heart was broken a long time ago
So where is my home
Somebody told me to go home
Home...?
I wouldnt know where that was
if i was sitting in it
Somebody told me to go home
Somebody is a Jerk
I hate Somebody
Somebody always says something to piss me off
Somebody can get the hell away from me.
go home khary go home khary go home khary
where is that
i wish Somebody would tell me where that is
or shut the hell up talkin about it
Somebody has no friends
Somebody is Sad
Somebody is tired
Somebody told me to go home
Where is that Somebody
Priceless dream
Don’t indulge in a fantasy
Which postulate you to stop
the perpetual struggle to maintain standards in a democracy
it ejaculate in you
when you are untiring
and performing aforethought
it demonstrate the clear sailing
and destination in the little bear
but thou have to tug as
tis in thine destiny.
poem by Ainan Ahmad
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James And The Shoulder Of Mutton
YOUNG Jem at noon return'd from school,
As hungry as could be,
He cried to Sue, the servant-maid,
'My dinner give to me. '
Said Sue, 'It is not yet come home;
Besides, it is not late. '
'No matter that, ' cries little Jem,
'I do not like to wait. '
Quick to the baker's Jemmy went
And ask'd, 'Is dinner done?'
'It is,' replied the baker's man.
'Then home with it I'll run.'
'Nay, Sir, ' replied he prudently,
'I tell you 'tis too hot,
And much too heavy 'tis for you. '
'I tell you it is not.'
'Papa, mamma, are both gone out,
And I for dinner long;
So give it me, it is all mine,
And baker, hold your tongue.
'A shoulder 'tis of mutton nice!
And batter-pudding too;
I'm glad of that, it is so good;
How clever is our Sue! '
Now near the door young Jem was come,
He round the corner turn'd,
But oh, sad fate! unlucky chance!
The dish his fingers burn'd.
Now in the kennel down fell dish,
And down fell all the meat:
Swift went the pudding in the stream,
And sail'd along the street.
The people laugh'd, and rude boys grinn'd
At mutton's hapless fall;
But though ashamed, young Jemmy cried,
'Better lose part than all.'
The shoulder by the knuckle seized,
His hands both grasp'd it fast,
And deaf to all their gibes and cries,
He gain'd his home at last.
'Impatience is a fault,' cries Jem,
'The baker told me true;
In future I will patient be,
And mind what says our Sue. '
poem by Ann Taylor
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Good Clean Fun
Theres a smile on the wind as it touches my face
And starts to erase all the gloom
And the sun with a kiss, begins to dismiss the
Memory of my life without you
Well it seems like yesterday that my path took me away
Although I know its been at least a year
But now my path heads home
And your patient time alone
Has brought me even closer to you, dear
And this plane gets closer
Every minute I look down to a watch that keeps looking back at me
And it says to me, be patient son youve waited this long.
How can I be strong?
And this the plane gets closer
Every minute I look down to watch that keeps looking back at me
And it says to me, be patient son youve waited this long.
How can I be strong?
Well the plane is finally down
And the engines stopped their sound
And I look in the crowd and there you stand
And the gap that once was time
Is forever closed behind
I told you Id come back and here I am...
song performed by by Monkees
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At least two-thirds of our miseries spring from human stupidity, human malice and those great motivators and justifiers of malice and stupidity idealism, dogmatism and proselytizing zeal on behalf of religous or political ideas.
quote by Aldous Huxley
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At least two-thirds of our miseries spring from human stupidity, human malice and those great motivators and justifiers of malice and stupidity: idealism, dogmatism and proselytizing zeal on behalf of religous or political ideas.
quote by Aldous Huxley
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Not The Perpetrators Of The Crime
I caught a burglar in my home,
He was armed with a knife,
When I asked him why he just replied,
You'd better not give me strife
I told him I would call the police,
If he refused to leave,
He looked at me then laughed and said,
What will that achieve.
He said he'd claim it was all my fault,
For trying to get him nabbed,
Because I'd threatened him with arrest,
That would justify me being stabbed.
At that I drew my firearm,
I warned him I would shoot,
He just stood there laughing,
He didn't give a hoot.
He told me he would have me charged,
If I did him any harm,
He also said he'd sue me,
For causing him alarm.
He pointed out that I was cruel,
For locking all my doors,
He said It was inconsiderate,
As breaking in gave him sores.
Because he was classed as vulnerable,
He said he'd make the claim,
That I was the one harassing him,
He said I'd get the blame.
I told him that I'd had enough,
It was time to call the police,
He laughed and said, go for it,
It's me they will release.
I looked at him and said, you're mad,
He replied, that talk incites,
You've not only hurt my feelings now,
You have breached my human rights.
Just at that the police arrived,
He told them he was shattered,
Then claimed that I'd assaulted him,
I had left him bruised and battered.
He told the police he was on drugs,
A method well tried and tested,
For when he said I'd terrorised him,
It was me that they arrested.
As he walked away after being released,
He said he was full of elation,
I'd be hearing from his solicitor soon,
With a claim for compensation.
He claimed not only would he win,
But I'd be paying the fee,
As he'd never worked a day in his life,
His lawyer was entirely free.
Society is in meltdown now,
The victims are forgotten,
The scum can do whatever they like,
To the core our system's rotten.
When will the do-gooders realise,
Criminals are nothing but slime,
It's the victims that should be protected,
'' Not The Perpetrators of the crime ''
The Little Chimney Sweep - Victorian Times
What is above all these chimneys, I asked the young lad,
The chimney sweep boy replied,
Why Sir, it's the sky which is sometimes so blue,
That when I look up and glance at the view,
Such glory cannot be denied.
What lies in that sky then, I asked the young lad,
The boy gazing up now replied,
Oh Sir, clouds and sunshine, at night moon and stars,
Planets like Jupiter, Saturn and Mars,
What wonders out there can be spied?
Is your work very unbearable, I asked the young lad,
Most times Sir, it is, he replied,
From dawn until dusk, I'm climbing to sweep,
The soot from the chimneys, for my food and my keep,
My Master cannot be defied.
Do you 'welcome' the sky, I asked the young lad,
When I'm climbing, I do, he replied,
It's my friend when it's dark and the way up is hard,
Because sometimes I get burn't and then badly scarred,
There's many a time I have cried.
What then do you wish for, I asked the young lad,
With yearning, he slowly replied,
I would love to be free and fly like the birds,
Way up in the sky, and if I had the words,
Write about how I'd feel like inside.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Be Patient, Trust Me, Do As I Say
You won’t believe the things for you I have in store
As time goes by, I’ll give you more and more
Be patient, trust me, do as I say
And I’ll continue guiding you day by day
You’ll never guess the plans I have for you
Continue always asking me what I want you to do
Be patient, trust me, do as I say
And I’ll continue guiding you day by day
You can’t even imagine the places you will go
When tomorrow comes, I’ll let you know
For today, be patient, trust me, do as I say
And I’ll continue guiding you day by day
I’ve finally understood your sole request today
That’s all I have to do, just listen and obey
Be patient, trust you, and do as you say…
poem by Manny Negron
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A Premeditated Wish To Be Evil
Malice with intention,
Is not forgivable.
Even after the attempt is made,
To slide these deeds,
Over to the mistake side of life.
With a simplified 'I'm sorry' said.
Anyone can identify a mistake made.
There is something about it that is obvious.
But someone who is set to release malice...
Has a premeditated wish to be evil.
Believing that revenge tasted for them,
Will then be sweet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Patient, Thou speak’st only the truth
The truth, he speaks, the patient, sick when he's,
'Tis rare for him to tell a pack of lies;
If not, the Diagnosis will go amiss,
The patient knows all this if he is wise.
How can the Doctor know the malady,
Without the patient telling his Symptom?
Diagnosis must precede the Remedy,
A commodity, Health's bought but seldom.
0 patient, Thou better speak truth alone!
The Doctor is no real Demi-God;
Help him help thee, 'fore thy family shall moan;
If thou art ill, Doctor is next to God.
Diseases can dupe the best of Doctors,
A bad history can turn into thine hearse.
poem by John Celes
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And Pussy cat
Pussy pussy cat pussy cat
Where have you been
And pussy cat replied
He had been to London
To look at the queen
Again I asked Pussy cat
Where have you been
And pussy cat replied
He had been to Odisha
To look at English
Rule of Nabin.
Pussy cat pussy cat
Further I asked where
Have you been and
Pussy cat replied
He had been to see
Odia people who are fool
And how odia people
Still remain cool
Pussy pussy cat
I asked where have
You been and pussy cat
Replied he had been
To India to see
The democratic rule.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Patient
Think of the patient;
Hear his cry;
With pain and suff’ring,
Eyes go dry.
Think of his poor state
And his mind;
His diseased body,
Doctors find.
Think of the patient
His travail;
Him from agony;
None can bail.
Think of the disease
Without cure;
Man lives for God’s sake:
And endure.
Think of his doomed fate;
None can change;
If drugs still work ’tis
From God’s range.
Think of the patient,
His family;
Can you give succor?
For what fee?
poem by John Celes
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Should Never Have Told Me
You should have never told me
That you love me
You should have never told me, told me, told me
That you care
Ever since that day I saw your lovely face
You were on my mind
I knew that one day I would make you love me
It was just a matter of time
Every night and every day, girl
Im thinking of you
Girl, I cant believe youre mine
Way you kiss, youre right on time
Should have never told me
That you love me
You should have never told me, told me, told me
That you care
If by chance I owned the whole world
Id give it to you
All im trying to say
Love you through and through
Girl, lets stay together for life
cause you are my sugar and spice
Should have never told me
That you love me
You should have never told me, told me, told me
That you care
Naw, baby
Oh, baby
Should have never told me
That you love me
Should have never told me, told me, told me
That you care
Should have never told me
That you love me
Should have never told me, told me, told me
That you care
Should have never told me
That you love me
song performed by by New Edition
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