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Ruined By Love
Ruined by love
Ruined by devotion
Ruined by surrender
Ruined by sweetkiss
Ruined by hugfish.
In the light see the dark
See the sky in the earth.
Stone is disappearing
Blood is transforming
Knowledge is blaming.
Waterless river no use
Lightless sun no use
Airless tornado no use
Skyless earth no use
Earthless sky no use.
Useful everything
With eachother
Corelate cooperate
Cohabitate timely
Simultaneously.
Hate and love
War and peace
Both originate
Both vanish with
Dark and light.
Dark and light
Is in our imagination
No body is there for
Modification.
Life is a relation
In love and
In devotion.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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There are plenty of ruined buildings in the world but no ruined stones.
quote by Hugh MacDiarmid
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We are half ruined by conformity, but we should be wholly ruined without it.
quote by Charles Dudley Warner
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So I did.
I kissed her child as she expected.
I praised my host as he expected.
I praised his work as I am supposed.
They wanted to be fooled so I did.
26.11.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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There Are A Hundred Kinds Of Prayer
Today, like every day, we are ruined, ruined (by 'wine').
Don't open the door of worry, but take up the lute!
There are a hundred kinds of prayer, bowing, and prostration6
For the one whose prayer-niche, is the beauty of the Beloved
The Ruined Maid
"O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!
Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town?
And whence such fair garments, such prosperi-ty?"-
"O didn't you know I'd been ruined?" said she.
-"You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks,
Tired of digging potatoes, and spudding up docks;
And now you've gay bracelets and bright feathers three!"-
"Yes: that's how we dress when we're ruined," said she.
-"At home in the barton you said 'thee' and 'thou,'
And 'thik oon' and 'theäs oon' and 't'other'; but now
Your talking quite fits 'ee for high compan-ny!"-
"Some polish is gained with one's ruin," said she.
-"Your hands were like paws then, you face blue and bleak
But now I'm bewitched by your delicate cheek,
And your little gloves fit as on any la-dy!"-
"We never do work when we're ruined," said she.
-"You used to call home-life a hag-ridden dream,
And you'd sigh, and you'd sock; but at present you seem
To know not of megrims or melancho-ly!"-
"True. One's pretty lively when ruined," said she.
-"I wish I had feathers, a fine sweeping gown,
And a delicate face, and could strut about Town"-
"My dear - raw country girl, such as you be,
Cannot quite expect that. You ain't ruined," said she.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Who Is God, That God Needs To Be Praised?
WHO IS GOD THAT GOD NEEDS TO BE PRAISED?
Who is God that God needs to be praised?
Who are we that we are worthy of praising God?
Isn’t this Praise a form of flattery?
And how can God possibly want or need it?
We may need to praise-
Out of Gratitude
We may need to thank God
For all our blessings,
But does God want us to be flatterers
Who think to be rewarded for our praise?
I need to thank God
In that need is the Praise
But Praise alone
Makes both God and me
Seem unworthy.
I thank God
For having given me
This Poem.
If it is a poem.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Good Weather
This good weather ruined me,
I resigned in such a weather
From my government job.
I got used to tobacco in such a weather,
I fell in love in such a weather;
I forgot to take home bread and salt
In such a weather;
My disease of writing poems
Recurred in such a weather;
This good weather ruined me.
poem by Orhan Veli Kanik
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In His Presence
O for the glory of the risen King
Basking in your presence makes my heart sing
In your presence mysteries are revealed
In your presence I am healed
Rend the heavens, may your presence flow down
When I'm in your presence you are all around
You are vast beyond the heavens and you have no end
It's an incredible thing that you have called me friend
Just one moment with you my King
Has ruined me for the rest of my days
You have ruined me for the things of this world
You have ruined me for all of its ways
For my eyes have seen the King
And I became undone
Your glory filled the temple
And your light outshone the sun
And now my heart is full of light
And fire you gave to me
And every part is full of love
That's deeper than the sea
All of this from just one touch
One touch from the Master's hand
I will worship you forevermore
And in your presence I will stand
poem by Frank McEleny
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Your view of me is not in my hand
Praised for the reasonless reason
Or decried for the reasonless reason
And praised for wrong reason
Or decried for the wrong reason,
One has no control over others
As to how he should be critiqued.
It is his fortune or fate
According to which he is dealt with.
08.10.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 08
A great man was praised in an assembly and, his good qualities being extolled, he raised his head and said: ‘I am such as I know myself to be.’
O thou who reckonest my virtues, refrainest from giving me pain,
These are my open, and thou knowest not my hidden, qualities.
My person is, to the eyes of the world, of good aspect
But my internal wickedness makes me droop my head with shame.
The peacock is for his beauteous colours by the people
Praised whilst he is ashamed of his ugly feet.
The Lover's Debt
Never again feeble soul to fall,
One more time in life,
Those misty roads of love,
Alone in the rough,
Ruined is the soul.
The soitude may heal,
My wounds and all my heart tears,
May revive the love fears,
Away from love,
May I can survive,
The strain and the pain,
Love ruined in vein,
All that behind left,
After the brackish love is went,
The pain through the vein, and this is the lover's debt,
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Our Painted World Is Ruined
the world we live in
is like a piece of art
spreading it's beauty
out over the wide sea
but if the art piece gets ruined
that's where the war and hate begun
people murder and abuse
all those little innocent childeren
the world we live in
is broken and ruined
we need to put it
back together
so the art
and the beauty
can live on forever
instead of the hate
the wars
and rascium
that lives on
in your heartless souls
by: crystal sonier
age: 16
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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I Will Call Upon The Lord - Petra
I will call upon the Lord,
(I will call upon the Lord) ,
Who is worthy to be praised.
(Who is worthy to be praised) .
So shall I be safe from my enemies,
(So shall I be safe from my enemies) ,
The Lord Lives!
(Chorus)
The Lord liveth,
And Blessed be my Rock,
And let the God of my Salvation
Be exalted.
The Lord liveth,
And Blessed be my Rock,
And let the God of my Salvation
Be exalted.
I will call upon the Lord,
(I will call upon the Lord) ,
Who is worthy to be praised.
(Who is worthy to be praised) .
So shall I be safe from my enemies,
(So shall I be safe from my enemies) ,
The Lord liveth!
(Chorus) x 2
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Everythings Ruined
Slow down
Theres gonna be trouble
Youre gonna forget
What youre doing
One false move, baby
Suddenly everythings ruined
Hold on
Youre gonna be sorry
Youre gonna regret
What youre doing
One false move, baby
Suddenly everythings ruined
And you ought to know
You ought to know
Theres only one way this can go
You ought to know
You ought to know
All of the ups and downs, the highs and lows
Slow down
Theres gonna be trouble
Youre gonna forget
What youre doing
One false move, baby
Suddenly everythings ruined
One false move, baby
Suddenly everythings ruined
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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Sonnet- On Patience
Praised be, the man of patience, limitless;
He is not weak, mind stronger grows each day;
He knows no haste; his spirit is dauntless;
His foes better avoid, crossing his way.
Praised be the man of patience infinite;
His unseen strength is Herculean in size;
His patience grows without any debit;
This virtue wins him laurels, rewards nice.
The patient soul can win a battle tough;
His strategy is best and works always;
His Hope remains though goings become rough;
Success will favor him in years or days.
The best weapon an unarmed man carries
Is Patience, whom his Will-power marries.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet-On Patience
Praised be, the man of patience, limitless;
He is not weak, mind stronger grows each day;
He knows no haste; his spirit is dauntless;
His foes better avoid crossing his way.
Praised be the man of patience infinite;
His unseen strength is Herculean in size;
His patience grows without any debit;
This virtue wins him laurels, rewards nice.
The patient soul can win a battle tough;
His strategy is best and works always;
His Hope remains though goings become rough;
Success will favour him in years or days.
The best weapon an unarmed man carries,
Is Patience, whom his Will-power marries.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Praise
Oh, praise me not in a limitless way;
O’er-praise puts mind in enshackled a sway,
Distorting its performance thereafter;
An o’er-enthused mind can’t function better.
The hard-earned, older virtues won o’er years,
In moments of flimsy praises by dears,
Feels weaken’d from its adverse/ill-effects;
Praises any human mind sure infects!
Praise me deservingly and nothing more;
Never praises in excessive measures pour;
It could inebriate my feeble mind,
Unless measured and properly refined.
’Tis better not to be praised if worthy,
Than be o’er-praised, ecstatic and guilty.
poem by John Celes
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Liar
Verse 1:
We found a place to be
So far from despondency
But you found a thousand ways
To shadow up my face
-Your kisses turned from hot to cold
-And I felt like a centerfold
-Cheap 'n' nasty with dirty men
-Lookin' for love
-That they never will get
Chorus:
Sitting in the dark just feeling low
I'm ruined to the heart - I'm on the road
To nowhere - to nowhere
If you wanna lie to me again
There is a rotten place they call the end
Just go there - and stay there
Liar (Oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh)
Liar (Oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh)
Verse 2:
You took a quick escape
But left your lies in perfect shape
As long as my memories live
I never will forgive you
-So if we meet somewhere tonight
-You'd better be set to fight
-In the darkness of missing stars
-You won't see me
-But you'll feel me inside
Chorus:
Sitting in the dark just feeling low
I'm ruined to the heart - I'm on the road
To nowhere - to nowhere
If you wanna lie to me again
There is a rotten place they call the end
Just go there - and stay there
Liar (Oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh)
Liar (Oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh)
-The winds of change blow through my soul
-And the warlords try to take control
-I will never rely on you
-And the pain will hit you
-Shame on you
Chorus:
Sitting in the dark just feeling low
I'm ruined to the heart - I'm on the road
To nowhere - to nowhere
If you wanna lie to me again
There is a rotten place they call the end
Just go there - and stay there
Liar (Oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh)
Liar (Oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh)
Chorus:
Sitting in the dark just feeling low
I'm ruined to the heart - I'm on the road
To nowhere - to nowhere
If you wanna lie to me again
There is a rotten place they call the end
Just go there - and stay there
Liar
song performed by by Vanilla Ninja
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Darkened World
The world spinning beneath my feet, the air surrounds me as I struggle to breathe.
I'm trapped in the box of society
I don't understand what it wants of me
This vile world has it's fingers wrapped around my throat
making me do its will
I'm frightened, afraid
Darkness is where we all are.
How can be so blinded to evil on this Earth
The injustice, the fire that is burning man's soul
I don't understand how we be so naive
To this horrible place that call existence
It's so stupid that we humans have control
After all we are fallen
We have ruined our lives and ruined our hearts
Even though we have forgiveness we are so hardened we cannot forgive ourselves
Humanity is fallen and needs the light that is God.
poem by Rachel Branscombe
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