There are many kinds of smiles, each having a distinct character. Some announce goodness, and sweetness, others betray sarcasm, bitterness, and pride; some soften the countenance by their languishing tenderness, others brighten by their spiritual vivacity.
quote by Johann Kaspar Lavater
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Spiritual Travel
The heart has a tongue so bright, so red with muscular strength
And able to converse with what is right and correct, with spiritual travel.
The conversations are bigger than stories of the most ancient,
In these simple words we reiterate the sorry tales to connect with spiritual travel.
Our tongues need untying when the character of a man performs worst,
Repent and be helped from the sin uttered altogether and checked with spiritual travel.
Our souls walk in gardens of delight after the times of goodness, of greatness,
So sorry is the man who longs for the only platform that is to detect with spiritual travel.
A new reward is given to those too high in secret knowledge, in the unseen facts,
Controlling them is then simplest, knowing them is direct, with spiritual travel.
My God is precious when you moan and deserve more from reasoning and testing some,
The men and women who are children shall grow out of moaning to disinfect, with spiritual travel.
To see the water on the journey of life is like seeing huge rivers flow into your mouth
And down the oesophagus, to collect in the stomach and then to expect with spiritual travel.
Do not now sound like a genius speaking of sounds and noises that mean words
When the sounds of the throat can mean the sweetness of prayer erect, with spiritual travel.
The praise delivered by everyone shall be increased obviously, as this means silence,
Silent beings shall triumph as they talk less with the evil spirits - say you must be incorrect! Just with spiritual travel.
The heart stopped talking when death appeared and life was snatched,
The angels of death enjoy their beating with their dialect, with spiritual travel.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sweetness
You want sweetness,
You say I have an ability to ooze?
You want sweetness available,
Anytime you choose?
You want sweetness,
Without any bitterness to taste?
I'm sorry I am not a magician at all.
A reality for you...
I can not pretend or fake!
I can't ignore the pain you caused...
Or sugarcoat you drove me to heartbreak!
I smile because I am over you.
And this happiness shown...
Is to prove to you
We are done! It's over!
We are absolutely through!
You have a nerve to come back,
Expecting a sweetness due!
You are sickened with ego...
And that is 'all' you prove!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I was in two episodes playing Christopher Reeve's character's emissary. They wanted to have my character announce Dr Swan's death, which I thought was exploitative.
quote by Margot Kidder
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Sweetness and Light
Anything’s possible, Sweetness and Light,
Maybe you’ll leave me lonely,
Maybe you’ll stir like a shade in the night
To turn to your one and only,
On a fine morning you’ll probably say
‘I’ve looked at you once too often…’
And I’ll look in vain for the signs and the tides
Of your looks and your voice to soften.
Anything’s possible, Sweetness and Light
Maybe you’ll leave me never,
Maybe I’ll grow in your mind and your sight
‘Til I fill your horizons forever.
On a fine evening you’ll possibly say:
‘You know that I’ve followed your star.’
And I in my turn will take Sweetness and Light
To the Sweetness and Light that you are.
26 March 1974
poem by David Lewis Paget
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All Kinds Of Time
The clocks running down
the teams losing ground
to the opposing defense
the young quarterback
waits for the snap
when suddenly it all starts to make sense
he's got all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he takes a step back
he's under attack
but he knows that no one can touch him now
he seems so at ease
a strange inner peace
its all that he's feeling somehow
he's got all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he thinks of his mother
he thinks of his bride to be
he thinks of his father
his two younger brothers
gathered around the wide screen t.v.
he looks to the left
he looks to the right
and there in a golden ray of light
and there his open man
just like he planned
the world is his tonight
he's got all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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She Takes
She takes one step back
And falls to the ground
Can not seem to stop laughing
Joking they say to all she has done
Not nearly what she sees tonight
All kinds of time she says
All kinds of time
She has all kinds of time
Drinking with despair they take her down
Throwing it all around
She has no money to spare
As she ask for help from her friends
All kinds of time he says
All kinds of time
He has all kinds of time
Writing it all for him to see
The way he use to be
No father around as she passes out
From not sleeping she's been wishing
All kinds of time they say
All kinds of time
All kinds of time to break her down
Nothing around as she picks herself up
In a place that has no name
Came on a bus with a bottle
She's been drinking
She settles down with no help
Can't remember the last night she felt sound
All kinds of time she says
All kinds of time
She has all kinds of time
poem by Sara Pounds
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Be Good
Be a good person
Goodness has no tribe
Goodness has no village
Goodness has no other name
Goodness thrives on any land
In the desert
Goodness is oasis
In the wilderness
Goodness is a pathway
Goodness is required anywhere
It is food to man
It nourishes the giver
And gives happiness to the receiver
Goodness is pleasant
So be good
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Missing Home
there are stars above
i used to love them
yet now they seem not bright
they are not the stars back home
i can feel the brezze
ye i cannot taste the sweetness
there are no ffelings
of tenderness
it is not the brezze
i used to smell
i see faces wearing
smiles almost every second
yet i am not delighted
they are not the smiles coming
from the lips of my beloved
i can hear voices coming
from the hills and vales
but they lack the melody
they are not the songs
of my hills and dales
of the place i used to roam
..oh i terribly miss
my home sweet home
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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It's Better Not to Butter Bitterness
It's better not to butter bitterness.
Discuss it...
Then let it go.
Don't let it sit,
To discover it has become a chip
On your shoulder.
Forgiving and forgetting,
Is a goal one can finally reach.
Once the sweetness has been squeezed,
From pretense and anger.
It's better not to butter bitterness.
Especially when some folks,
Love to keep others roasted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The collective name for the ripe fruits of religion in a character is Saintliness. The saintly character is the character for which spiritual emotions are the habitual centre of the personal energy; and there is a certain composite photograph of universal saintliness, the same in all religions, of which the features can easily be traced.
quote by William James
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Jingshen is the Mandarin word for spirit and vivacity. It is an important word for those who would lead, because above all things, spirit and vivacity set effective organizations apart from those that will decline and die.
quote by James L. Hayes
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Jingshen is the Mandarin word for spirit and vivacity. It is an important word for those who would lead, because above all things, spirit and vivacity set effective organizations apart from those that will decline and die.
James L. Hayes in Memos for Management: Leadership (1983)
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Time, Hope And Memory
I heard a gentle maiden, in the spring,
Set her sweet sighs to music, and thus sing:
'Fly through the world, and I will follow thee,
Only for looks that may turn back on me;
'Only for roses that your chance may throw—
Though withered—Twill wear them on my brow,
To be a thoughtful fragrance to my brain,—
Warm'd with such love, that they will bloom again.'
'Thy love before thee, I must tread behind,
Kissing thy foot-prints, though to me unkind;
But trust not all her fondness, though it seem,
Lest thy true love should rest on a false dream.'
'Her face is smiling, and her voice is sweet;
But smiles betray, and music sings deceit;
And words speak false;—yet, if they welcome prove,
I'll be their echo, and repeat their love.'
'Only if waken'd to sad truth, at last,
The bitterness to come, and sweetness past;
When thou art vext, then turn again, and see
Thou hast loved Hope, but Memory loved thee.'
poem by Thomas Hood
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Brighten Your Night With My Day
Daybreak finds you up and alive
Just as though you could touch a star
But sunset seems to leave you weary alone
And wondering who you are
Dont deny that lonely feeling
That keeps stealing on you from deep down inside
Hey, cant you see that its no good concealing
A feeling it hurts you to hide
When you can come home to me
Yes, Im happy to hear what youve got
To say to me, baby, all the way
Girl, you can count on me
Watch those shadows fade away
And brighten your night with my day
Daybreak, sunset hot and cold
Running smiles and tears
A bright outside to match your foolish pride
But not a word for the lonely years
Please come back to me
Now you wont have to say
That youll stay with me, baby, no, its not that way
Just come back home to me
Watch those shadows fade away
And brighten your night with my...
Daybreak, sunset
You dont have to cry no more
Now, everythings gonna be just fine
Watch out, baby, here it comes
Right around the corner
Here it comes
Just brighten your night with my day
song performed by by James Taylor
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Ancient Book
I found in some old market
An ancient book that speaks
Of forgiveness and assembling
Fragments
Of bitterness and sweetness.
It says he who burns the green leaves
Dethrones fruits from his heart
And he who sweeps a friend’s tears
Will sooner or later be healed from life’s changes.
And he who smiles to a painful heart
Thousands hearts will laugh with him.
Thalys, Bruxelles-Paris, June 6,2007
21: 30
poem by Farès BABOURI
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXXXVI: Cover
We cover bitterness with satyr
We cover sadness with smile
We cover happiness with tears
We cover pride with stubbornness
We cover anger with jokes
We cover grudge with loyalty
We cover love with play
We cover lust with generosity
We cover sorrow with toughness
We cover ambition with hard work
We cover hope with pessimism
We cover fear with deniable
We cover dream with horror
We cover shame with sarcasm
We cover lone with rebellion
We cover clueless with boasting
We cover ignorance with invisibility
We cover truth with shadow
We cover trouble with distraction
We cover envy with humiliation
We cover lie with innocence
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Your Stupidity And Gullibility
who can love still
those who betray you?
the relatives take
advantage of your
goodness,
you lose
and surrender
to their
fraudulent fancy
who can still love all of them
despite
the odds?
you are never tired
i envy you
for you still love them
truthfully and
so God in his
Infinite Goodness
too does not tire
giving you all
this blessings
for you can love you
still despite
all your gullibility
and stupidity?
Only God loves
a Forrest Gump.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In English we must use adjectives to distinguish the different kinds of love for which the ancients had distinct names.
quote by Mortimer Adler
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Her Pride
Her pride nobody can take it away
She is proud of the way she has been raised
Her pride of who she is she has
She takes her pride when she puts herself together
She wants to look her best
Her pride she has for herself
I don't know if she has any pride for me
I wonder
She has a strong character and a strong will
This I know
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Love And Marilyn Monroe
(after Spillane)
Let us be aware of the true dark gods
Acknowledgeing the cache of the crotch
The primitive pure and pwerful pink and grey
private sensitivites
Wincing, marvelous in their sweetness, whence rises
the future.
Therefore let us praise Miss Marilyn Monroe.
She has a noble attitude marked by pride and candor
She takes a noble pride in the female nature and torso
She articualtes her pride with directness and exuberance
She is honest in her delight in womanhood and manhood.
She is not a great lady, she is more than a lady,
She continues the tradition of Dolly Madison and Clara
Bow
When she says, "any woman who claims she does not like
to be grabbed is a liar!"
Whether true or false, this colossal remark
states a dazzling intention...
It might be the birth of a new Venus among us
It atones at the very least for such as Carrie Nation
For Miss Monroe will never be a blue nose,
and perhaps we may hope
That there will be fewer blue noses because
she has flourished --
Long may she flourish in self-delight and the joy
of womanhood.
A nation haunted by Puritanism owes her homage and
gratitude.
Let us praise, to say it again, her spiritual pride
And admire one who delights in what she has and is
(Who says also: "A woman is like a motor car:
She needs a good body."
And: "I sun bathe in the nude, because I want
to be blonde all over.")
This is spiritual piety and physical ebullience
This is vivd glory, spiritual and physical,
Of Miss Marilyn Monroe.
poem by Delmore Schwartz
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