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The Best is Good Enough
I quarrel not with destiny,
But make the best of everything-
The best is good enough for me.
Leave discontent alone, and she
Will shut her mouth and let you sing.
I quarrel not with destiny.
I take some things, or let 'em be-
Good gold has always got the ring;
The best is good enough for me.
Since fate insists on secrecy,
I have no arguments to bring-
I quarrel not with destiny.
The fellow that goes 'haw' for 'gee'
Will find he hasn't got full swing.
The best is good enough for me.
One only knows our needs, and he
Does all of the distributing.
I quarrel not with destiny:
The best is good enough for me.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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I miss my twin sister
My twin sister...
Many people said like that to us
Even, we are not coming from the same dad and mom
But our figure are almost the same
I remember when the time she visit me and my husband
My tears came up from my eyes
I don't know why i did that
Maybe because i need her to share my feeling
I need her to hear my story
You lend me everything
You lend me your books
You lend me your Bible
You lend me your dress
You give many precious gifts to me
You lend me your husband to take me
You lend me your husband to hear my sharing
I am sorry my sister, I know i hurt you
But, i never want to replace your place
He is your King
and You are his Queen
No one can't doubt me for that
Please, smile for me
You look so pretty with that dress
He is so lucky to have you
Pray for me.... so i can live my life with smile
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
William Butler Yeats in Essays, Anima Hominis (1924)
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It was completely fruitless to quarrel with the world, whereas the quarrel with oneself was occasionally fruitful and always, she had to admit, interesting.
quote by Soren Kierkegaard
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Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel.
quote by John Keats
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Lend A Helpin Hand
(allen collins - ronnie van zant - gary rossington)
Oh. now when you think the times ___
Take a look around
cause babies are dying from disease
Sleeping out on the ground
People never seen the tortured eyes
From a foreign land. no
When you see somebody whos down and out
Lend a helpin hand
You better, lend a helpin hand. if you can
Lend a helpin hand
Do it if you can
Oh. every time you feed your face
Do you bow your head
Hunger kills each and every day
Wont you share your bread
If youve ever felt the pain inside
I know youd understand
When you see somebody whos down and out
Lend a helpin hand
You better, lend a helpin hand. if you can
Lend a helpin hand
Do it if you can
Oh. every time you feed that face
Do you look around
For somebody right in your own neighborhood
Sleepin out on the ground
And do some down south jukin
If youve ever felt the pain inside
I know youd understand
When you see somebody whos down and out
Lend a helpin hand
Why dont you, lend a helpin hand. if you can
Lend a helpin hand
Wont you please lend a helpin hand
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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I'm Bad
bad bad bad bad bad
bad bad bad bad bad
bad bad bad bad
I was bas born
I'd be badder when I die
I'm bad when I am sober
I'm badder when I'm high
I'm when I feel good
I'm bad when I'm blue
I'm bad to myself
So I'll be bad to you
So I'll be bad to you
I should've been good
Look at the trouble I've had
I would if I could
But I'm just bad
bad bad bad bad bad
bad bad bad bad
I'm, bad and I'm alive
I'll be badder when I'm dead
I'm bad in my body
man I'm badder in the head
I'm bad in the bed
Something wrong from the start
Guilt in my mind
Evil in my heart
Evil in my heart
I don't need to be happy
I don't care if I'm sad
I don't care about nothin'
Cause I'm bad bad bad bad bad
bad bad bad bad
Don't lend me a dollar
Don't lend me a dime
Don't lend me your wife
She'll have a good time
I'm bad in my car
I'm badder when I'm home
I'm bad when I'm with you
And I'm badder all alone
I'm a low down worm
I'm a conquering worm
I'm a blood-suckin' worm
I'm a slime baitin' worm
I'll put you on the hook
And I'll watch you squirm
I could never learn
Any young turks new tricks
I could never learn
Not to kick against the pricks
Things go from bad to worse
Sometimes it makes me glad
That I was born
Under the Curse of being bad bad bad bad bad
bad bad bad bad
Don't lend me a dollar
Don't lend me dime,
Don't lend me your wife
She'll have a good time
Don't lend me a twenty,
Don't lend me a ten,
If you lend me a hundread
You'll
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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To Lend
To Lend
Don’t you know
People need people
Amen
To lend an ear,
To listen, to hear
About what’s special and dear
Or full of fear
People need people
Amen
With a message to send
People need to lend a hand
To help us all accomplish God’s plan
Sharing life with someone special
Walking hand in hand
On the beach in the sand
People need people
Amen
To lend themselves as a friend
To another as a sister or brother
A father
A mother
To lend
Don’t you know
People need people
Amen
poem by E.Marie AldrichCreasy
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Matter closed
Who said what
Does not matter
It needs two
To make a quarrel.
I said nothing
Matter closed
If you said yes
I said no.
Quarrel begin
And I am
In between.
And I withdrew
Myself
To go the light
That is in my
Reading room's shelf.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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My dears…
Lend me your ears;
Lend me your eyes;
Lend me your words;
Our attitude, we must mend.
We must make amends;
Sometimes, we must bend;
The stalemate must end;
Our faults, we can’t defend.
To our patients, we must well attend.
On them, we all depend;
They are our Godsend;
Our ways, we must wend!
Let smiles and laughter, the air rend!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-09-11
poem by John Celes
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Quarrels
There's not much time. All the reasons to quarrel;
used up moments, and never you are right. life
Crumbles when we fight- why not wait to reason,
and then call your rights. Is a thing we all feel…to
win the quarrel against the other. What makes you
think you are always right- you’re full of egocentric
thoughts and lock of selfless. The mirror looks
back- not knowing who reflects. Full of it you!
You detest my opinions and speech, all my intensions
of deed, turn dark. The enemy looks sweeter than you.
I never know which words to speak, where to
start or even how to end...when you try to seduce
my thoughts you end up in quarrels somehow,
it never ends, it never stops, Then you ask “forgive
me” And the humble spirit in me forgives- but again
the war comes back to defeat our peace. Quarrel.
Without you he just can’t be.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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The If's
If I have it I shall lend it to you.
If I had it I would lend it to you.
If I’d had it I’d have lent it to you.
If's gives us relief in our assurance.
03.112008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nothing more completely baffles one who is full of trick and duplicity than straigthforward and simple integrity in another. A knave would rather quarrel with a brother knave than with a fool, but he would rather avoid a quarrel with one honest man than with both. He can combat a fool by management and address, and he can conquer a knave by temptations. But the honest man is neither to be bamboozled nor bribed.
quote by Charles Caleb Colton
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Lend Me Silence
Lend me silence
The noise is drowning me
Making my heart unheard
Making my spirit inaudible
Silence is peace
Silence is joy
Give me silence
Give me peace
Noise is polluting
I long to hear
My breath
And whisper
Lend me silence
Lend me peace
My soul is yearning
For solace
poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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Stone and Peacock
Lend me a stone
I'll lend you a peacock
What you see in the picture, In reality you'll not
When our reality be in those pictures? ?
Look into the face of the sun
Seven colors seems flying, like a peacock
I once asked the sun
Seven horses drawn, Chariot of your, where to heading? ?
'Into the battle', replied the sun
In the battle, don't grief of what you lost
Look deep into the faceof the sun
Those stones were shaping swords sharp and shiny
Sun did borrowed it from my great grand father
Today I'm out into the battle ground
Its time now, I need that sword back
Look very deep into the face of the sun
Those stones were shaping my Great Grandfather's swords sharp and shiny
You lend me that stone
And
I'll lend you a seven colored peacock………
poem by D'menz Veen
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Hands
Hands are to grab and to make too.
Hands are to hold and to lend too.
Hands are to ward and to hug too.
Have mind to lend power to the hand.
11.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Holy Man
Called to madonna
To give me a line
She said boy what have you done
Passing your time with a holy man
Talking about the moon and sun
But I cant tell the difference
Between the fool and wise
Show me a river to follow
Away from all these lies
Ive been on my own so long
Wont you lend me your hand
Ive been picking up my bones too long
Wont you understand
Called to the captain
To put me ashore
For it looked like no mans land
Is this the way to follow
I cried as I shook his hand
He told me had no answer
He didnt really hold the key
I am a simple man
Was all he said to me
Ive been on my own so long
Wont you lend me a hand
Ive been out in the cold too long
Wont you understand
Ive been on the road so long
Wont you lend me your hand
Ive been out in the cold too long
Wont you understand
Heard my mother crying
She was calling out my name
Whisper in the dark night
Saying whos to blame
The hour glass keeps turning
With not enought sand to see
I am a holy man
So dont you bother me
Ive been on my own so long
Wont you lend me your hand
Ive been pickin up my bones too long
Wont you understand
Ive been on my own so long
Wont you lend me your hand
Ive been out in the cold too long
Wont you understand?
song performed by by Deep Purple
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How to quarrel
There were two monks who
shared a cell in perfect amity.
Yet they, concerned to perfect their compassion
for all humankind, wished to know all
mankind’s troubles.
Mankind, said the one,
seems always to be quarrelling –
always too ready to pick some fight -
how can this be?
It seems, said the other, that in order to
assert their selfhood and to be ‘somebody’,
they must then invent an enemy,
who seeks to take something from them
that they deserve to have…
so then, they can allot
a ‘mine’ and ‘thine’, and pick
a violent quarrel to prove
their right to be themselves…
they’ll find anything so to label –
‘my tribe, your tribe’—even though
to anyone else, they seem the same –
my religion, your religion – though God is unaware
of any such division or allegiance; or when they’re
really desperate for something to fight about,
‘my postcode public territory,
your postcode public territory’…
Oh dear Lord, said the other monk,
how can we have compassion
for these suffering souls? We’ve never had
a quarrel…
Then we must invent one, said
the first monk: suppose I draw a line
in chalk along the floor of our cell..
and then we’ll call one side, my space,
the other yours…
And this he did. Now, he said,
we can have a quarrel: look,
I’m standing in your half of the room…
No you’re not, said the other,
it’s not my half…yes it is, we’ve agreed,
said the one…
Oh very well then, take it … you win!
said the other.. But there’s
nothing to take! said the first…
The two monks sat and sighed.
They would never know how
human kind could ever own
anything worth the quarrel over.
How difficult a holy life can be.
Have compassion, then, for the plight
of those two monks…
*
[Based on a story from the
early days of the Desert Fathers]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Mind your woman
If you refuse your wife your eyes
There are men to lend theirs.
If you refuse your wife your ears
There are men to lend theirs.
Unless you mend she is under threat.
31.08.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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