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Unjust attacks on public men do them more good than unmerited praise. They are hurt less by undeserved censure than by undeserved commendation. Abuse helps; often praise hurts.
quote by Rutherford B. Hayes
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Undeserved praise causes more pangs of conscience later than undeserved blame, but probably only for this reason, that our power of judgment are more completely exposed by being over praised than by being unjustly underestimated.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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The Undeserving Cases
When praises are thrown on me
I know that I have undeserved.
When abuses are slung at me
I feel that I have undeserved.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
quote by Alexander Pope
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Nemesis
a painful response to another's
undeserved good fortune-
envy,
the monster is taking you
to the land of
no return
it is where people
on their best apparel
burn themselves
to hell
the ashes speak
on names that must be forgotten
where can pleasure
be
at another's undeserved
success?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Mornin
In the mornin'
When my feet hit the floor,
I will praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
In the mornin'
When I walk out my door,
I praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
When I praise Him I keep motivated.
And my heart is elevated!
Shaking trouble makers away.
When I praise Him I know He's my Savior,
Saving me from bad behavior.
And those who bait that hate,
Wont spoil my flavor.
In the mornin'
When I'm yawning at dawn,
I praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
In the mornin'
I've got faith so strong.
'Cause I'm blessed to know that God is with me,
All day long!
In the mornin'
When my feet hit the floor,
I will praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
In the mornin'
When I walk out my door,
I praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
Oh yes I,
Praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
Oh yes I...
Praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him!
Oh yes I...
Praise Him.
In the mornin'
When I walk out my door,
I praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
And dedicated
'To my 'Roots'.
I keep re-booted! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Psalm 150
Praise God in his heavenly dwelling;
praise him in his mighty heaven!
Praise him for his mighty works;
praise his unequaled greatness!
Praise him with a blast of the trumpet;
praise him with the lyre and harp!
Praise him with the tambourine and dancing;
praise him with stringed instruments and flutes!
Praise him with a clash of cymbals;
praise him with loud clanging cymbals.
Let everything that lives sing praises to the Lord!
Praise the Lord!!
song performed by by P.O.D.
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Much that passes as idealism is disguised hatred or disguised love of power.
quote by Bertrand Russell
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Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven
Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven;
To His feet Thy tribute bring!
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like me His praise should sing?
Praise Him! praise Him!
Praise the everlasting King!
Praise Him for His grace and favour,
To our fathers in distress!
Praise Him still the same for ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless!
Praise Him! praise Him!
Glorious in His faithfulness!
Father-like, He tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame He knows.
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes,
Praise Him! praise Him!
Widely as His mercy flows!
Frail as summer's flower we flourish:
Blows the wind, and it is gone.
But while mortals rise and perish,
God endures unchanging on.
Praise Him, Praise Him,
Praise the high eternal One!
Angels, help us to adore Him;
Ye behold Him face to face:
Sun and moon, bow down before Him;
Dwellers all in time and space,
Praise Him! praise Him!
Praise with us the God of grace!
poem by Henry Francis Lyte
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Role To Play
Spate has a role to play
No matter positive or negative.
Spate is a spate and spate
Play role in conspiracy.
Praise not war
It is undeserved
Whether external or internal.
Actually nothing is hard
It is our brain that
Think about it and
Time passed on its own.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Disguised Angels
crumbs of stars dancing
disguised angels carolers
music warmed my soul
haiku by Marius Alexandru (4 December 2020)
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All ye nations, praise the Lord,
All ye nations, praise the Lord,
All ye lands your voices raise;
Heaven and earth with loud accord,
Praise the Lord, for ever praise.
For his truth and mercy stand,
Past, and present, and to be,
Like the years of his right hand,
Like his own eternity.
Praise Him, ye who know his love;
Praise Him from the depth beneath;
Praise Him in the heights above;
Praise your Maker, all that breathe.
poem by James Montgomery
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Do Or Die..(part 1)
how much time does it take
time to realize
time to cry
time to die
longing spirits low
making guilt high
its better to die then to
realize and cry
enable to judge the people
disguised as friends
disguised as love
disguised as human beings
far longing behind dignity
of poor
of human
of truth
the truth of life
the truth of living
the truth of happiness..
poem by Shania Bhayana
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To the bible-bashers I just turned away
They were black of course.
Saturday mid-morning; myself
just searching to round off
that poem on praise, adequately, so as not
to let down the poem up to there…
They were black of course.
Who else would hope to bring
the whi’ fo’ back to God? …
even the Muslims have given up on us…
they, twentyish, I guess; he in front,
she all eager friendly smile behind..
they shone with goodness; goodness
that shone beyond what they, what I, would say;
beyond the headline of the magazine
he showed me, smiling, asked me what I thought:
‘Are these the Last Days? ’…
I said, I’d pass on that;
wished them my good wishes:
wishes nondenominational, unspecified..
returned to the computer, now to find
the poem on praise, a hollow mockery…
and to the mind, there came that potent line:
‘Live each day as if thy last’…
They’re probably still knocking, down the streets,
gathering reactions mild and wild …
I’d just like it if they – all too late - could know that
for a moment, goodness met the eye of goodness,
yet found no time to praise in present words..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Unlabelled phobia II
Vibrating my ear drums
Are stimulus of comfort
In my brain, interpreted as mockery.
My interpretation: Comforting-mockery.
Irony so ironical to real cognition.
Emblazoned on my soma the logo of insecurity.
Fear of what, infact?
Since intact my somatic intellect.
poem by Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha
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Psalm CL.
Praise ye the Lord, your Songs address
To praise His Holynes:
O praise Him in His pow'rs extent,
Who rules the firmament.
Praise Him for all His acts of might,
Our wonder which invite:
In praises due His greatness tell,
Which all things doth excell.
Praise Him with Trumpets lofty sound,
With Cornets shake the ground:
His praise the Psaltery inspire,
With the melodious Lyre.
Praise him with Timbrells, and advance
His honour in the Dance.
Praise Him with Organs, Violls, Flutes,
And the well-stringed Lutes.
With Cymbals loud Him magnify,
Praise Him on Cymbals high:
Let every creature, that hath breath,
His Maker praise till death.
poem by Henry King
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Disguised
He disguised himself for his lover and,
Another came and took her away;
She disguised herself for her lover and,
Another came and took him away;
But i am here to stay with you tonight.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Praise Ye the Triune God
Praise ye the Father! For his loving-kindness,
Tenderly cares he for his erring children;
Praise him, ye angels, praise him in the heavens,
Praise ye Jehovah!
Praise ye the Spirit! Great is his compassion,
Graciously cares he for his chosen people;
Young men and maidens, ye old men and children,
Praise ye the Savior!
Praise ye the Spirit! Comforter of Israel,
Sent of the Father and the Son to bless us;
Praise ye the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Praise ye the triune God!
poem by Elizabeth Rundle Charles (1858)
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Mockery To Waste Money
Mockery to waste money
And enjoy life
Waste time and energy
Direct not what to write
And what not to write
How to dance
And how not to dance
Deprived not dues
Bare necessities
And not be a
Subject of mockery.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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