Someone with an unrelenting heart is his own executioner.
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Only God I Do See
On the battlefield with bullets whistling,
beyond enemy lines without food or shelter,
under a harsh unrelenting sun
You were the only One that accompanied me.
At the shops where I do business,
at the bank while I stood in long queues,
at work under a unrelenting boss,
You were my partner that worked with me.
In the love of my spouse,
in the smiles on my children’s faces
even when I contemplate the lines of my verses
only God I do see.
[Reference: “In the market, in the cloister – only God I saw” by Baba Kuhi of Shiraz.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Albatross
I am a wayfaring stranger
adrift on an unrelenting sea.
No port to call my home,
as on my endless trek I roam,
I have no ties to bind me
only the wanderlust in my soul.
Wandering now and forever
wherever my ghost may go.
I am a wayfaring stranger
drifting to no set destination
as the winds flow across my wings
driving me across this unrelenting sea.
No course do I steer,
but on air currents ride.
A loner and a roamer,
a wayfaring stranger is what I be.
16 April 2012
poem by David Harris
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But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.
quote by John Donne
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If we are not our brother's keeper, at least let us not be his executioner.
quote by Marlon Brando
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I heard say the executioner was very good, and I have a little neck.
quote by Anne Boleyn (19 May 1536)
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It would perhaps be nice to be alternately the victim and the executioner.
quote by Charles Baudelaire
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Eat and take belly, because tomorrow the assistant of the executioner will come to take the skin.
If the dowry doesn't support her, even the executioner is disinterested.
0314 Executive Decision
‘Look! now briefly, mortal living head -
As severed from thy now so lifeless limbs
In brief and, who knows, truthful, godly view,
So solemn, oncely, rare - that fleshly instrument
That thou hath used, misused…
And learn this last of life’s live lessons, quick and dread
In these few seconds of a living death…’
So Dean John Donne might have wrung out
that detail, had he known it – tolled
his solemn, tortured, feargod, ringing knell
- had he but known this ‘metaphysical’ quaint fact:
that, when the executioner’s sharp axeblade
slices through your neck with such finality,
the head maintains its human faculties
for eight brief seconds after body falls;
the executioner, it’s said, with great formality, then
takes hold that still-life head by its warm hair,
and turns it round with all solemnity,
to gaze its last repentence or regret
upon its frail accomplice on life’s way;
the gathered audience awed to silent, ice-cold heart..
last freeze-frame photo of an undeveloped film.
This solemn final courtesy of soul to soul
I’ll leave to metaphysicals, to speak life whole.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Only You
Hold me forever
Whisper the words Ive waited so long to hear
Loves sweet surrender
Steals an embrace and kisses away the tears
Lookin back down the road of love
We can still feel the heartache
Pain and joy of an unrelenting love
Hold us together
Chorus:
Only you
Youve got control
Only you
Youve got the key to my heart
Only you
Youve got control
Need your love, take me forever
Sad empty faces
Faded away when I fell in love with you
True love erases
Fear and the doubt not knowing wed see things through
So in love, unaware of time
In a world of illusion
We fell in love until the end of time
True love, forever
Chorus
Lookin back down the road of love
We can still feel the heartache
Pain and joy of an unrelenting love
Hold us together
Chorus
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If we continue to develop our technology without wisdom or prudence, our servant may prove to be our executioner.
quote by Omar N. Bradley
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Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.
Italian Poet
Unrelenting dark rain
Drenches the downcast heart;
But the days would seem pleasant
And not sorrow-tinged
If I could only forget
The allure of her eyes
And the scent of her hair:
Then I would not dream foolish dreams
And I would not reel in such despair.
Lovesick for prolonged months,
I fear I’m becoming an Italian poet.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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The Urge
Even for a phase fleeting,
I still long to take on a chance
To defy most detractors
the ones misjudging my every stance
A prayer on the lips and
with reticence at the very core of my heart
I play on grounds familiar,
the old game with a brand new start
The faith in my endeavors
with unrelenting continued zeal
I may or not foresee as yet
but am sure prove a befitting deal
poem by Sunny Chopra
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Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants. If we continue to develop our technology without wisdom or prudence, our servant may prove to be our executioner.
quote by Omar Bradley
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Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants. If we continue to develop our technology without wisdom or prudence, our servant may prove to be our executioner.
quote by Omar Bradley
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The great American game should be an unrelenting war of nerves.
Be The C.E.O. Of It
Handle your own business.
With an expertise,
You keep.
And be the C.E.O. of it.
You are the Chief Executive Officer.
Commander of your ship.
Know this.
And conduct yourself with a firm grasp held,
Within an unrelenting fist.
Get over mistakes made.
Moaning over them for you leaves no benefit.
You alone can make it known,
Persistence is in your grip.
And with it,
There is no quitting.
Handle your own business.
With an expertise,
You keep.
And be the C.E.O. of it.
You are the Chief Executive Officer.
Commander of your ship.
Know this.
And conduct yourself with a firm grasp held,
Within an unrelenting fist.
Release from your mind designs of defeat.
You...
And no one else,
Can succeed with skills to achieve.
Handle your own business.
And be the C.E.O. of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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