Unworthy offspring brag the most about their worthy descendants.
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Unworthy offspring brag the most of their worthy descent.
Unworthy, I Am
Unworthy, i am - Against your kindness, which rings the bells true to your charm - I am unworthy, i am - you are a rose at full to a Spring bloom, displaying the magic inside you aura, the one which shines with love - Am i unworthy - To receive your love with wide open arms, with the emotions of love, by your hugs and kisses - Am i unworthy - To accept your kindness, to inhale your charm and to whisper in your ear, i love you - I am more than worthy, i am happy at last
poem by Unic Cjonr
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They brag most of their ancestors who are unworthy of them.
The Impossible Generalized Man today is the critic who believes in loving those unworthy of love as well as those worthy - yet believes this only insofar as no personal risk is entailed. Meaning he loves no one, worthy or no. This is what makes him impossible.
quote by Nelson Algren
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Honourable Exception Advice Heeded Aneyoshi Descendants
Aneyoshi ancestors carved tsunami warning in stone
a love blessing warning standing warning descendants
Aneyoshi quiet wise hamlet of respectful descendants
Aneyoshi tightly knit community of listening descendants
Aneyoshi where above tsunami marker people built homes
honourable exception advice heeded Aneyoshi descendants
all high built their homes wave unscathed warned in stone
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bright light
Bright light o so bright
Brings down a ray of sun light
This light that is so bright
Why does it shine on me?
Why would it shine on some one unworthy of it
I can't take this light this very bright light
It shines on someone unworthy
It looks like its my turn
To take whats mine to prove to this light
I am worthy
I can take it
It ain't so bright
But yet i still sit here
Alone
In this light
And all i want to do is
Shut the door
poem by Aaron Ladd
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I have taken this step because I want the discipline, the fire and the authority of the Church. I am hopelessly unworthy of it, but I hope to become worthy.
quote by Edith Sitwell
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Epitaph on Don Francisco
An Epitaph.
Here lieth the Body of Colonel
DON FRANCISCO;
Who, with inflexible Constancy,
And inimitable Uniformity of Life,
Persisted, in Spite of Age and Infirmity,
In the Practice of every human Vice,
Excepting Prodigality and Hypocrisy;
His insatiable Avarice
Exempting him from the first,
And his matchless Impudence
From the latter.
Nor was he more singular
In that undeviating Viciousness of Life,
Than successful in accumulating Wealth;
Having,
Without Trust of public Money, Bribe,
Worth, Service, Trade, or Profession,
Acquired, or rather created
A Ministerial Estate.
Among the Singularities of his Life and Fortune
Be it likewise commemorated,
That he was the only Person in his Time
Who could cheat without the Mask of Honesty;
Who could retain his primaeval Meanness
After being possessed of 10,000 Pounds a Year;
And who, having done, every Day of his Life,
Something worthy of a Gibbet,
Was once condemned to one
For what he had not done.
Think not, indignant Reader,
His Life, useless to Mankind.
PROVIDENCE
Favoured, or rather connived at
His execrable Designs,
That he might remain,
To this, and future Ages,
A conspicuous Proof and Example
Of how small Estimation
Exorbitant Wealth is held in the Sight
Of the ALMIGHTY,
By his bestowing it on
The most unworthy
Of all the Descendants
of Adam.
poem by John Arbuthnot
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Worthy
you think you're not worthy
I'd have to say I agree
I'm not worthy of you
you're not worthy of me
which of us is deserving
look at the human race
the whole planet at arm's length
and we don't deserve this place
what good is a poker face
when you've got an open hand
I was supposed to be cool about this
yeah
I remember
cool was the plan
tried to keep it all under wraps
but the wraps kept going slack
I keep turning round
I keep coming back
give me a vertical
your horizontal line
I want to take each of them
bend them to divine
the world is too good for me
I am such a naughty girl
but when we're together
we're too good for this world
you think you're not worthy
I'd have to say I agree
I'm not worthy of you
you're not worthy of me
I'm not worthy of you
you aren't worthy of me...
song performed by by Ani DiFranco from Not A Pretty Girl
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You Are Better
You have actually succeeded in convincing me
I was making a fool of myself, everything I said
interpreted as negative - I give up, conform to
your opinion - I am too tired to fight - besides
why fight someone who shall do everything
that's wanted -
Why expect understanding and friendship
when I get common sense, help buying
groceries, guidance in human relations,
everything required - if you feel that I‘m
stupid, I have to agree; but as it means
you are the biggest fool
For putting up with me while I feel that you
are worthy - it means I would not agree to
anything with someone I deem unworthy:
if you deem me unworthy, so be it, you
are welcome to put yourself down, I'd
never do such a thing myself
If you feel you were capable of choosing an
inferior partner while I feel superior in my
choice of you, I prefer my own estima-
tion to yours; you can rate me as low
as you please, I rate me as high
as can be - because I know
You are better than this…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Future Promise Of Beings Better Than We Are
The future promise of beings better than we
One hundred year old brains in twenty year bodies
Creatures more knowledgeable more healthy more durable than we are
Perhaps our descendants-
And the old wonder
At how we the antiquated of the present
Will love and be worthy of love
In the world of more perfect
If not wiser beings.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Canadian born
We first saw light in Canada, the land beloved of God;
We are the pulse of Canada, its marrow and its blood:
And we, the men of Canada, can face the world and brag
That we were born in Canada beneath the British flag.
Few of us have the blood of kings, few are of courtly birth,
But few are vagabonds or rogues of doubtful name and worth;
And all have one credential that entitles us to brag--
That we were born in Canada beneath the British flag.
We've yet to make our money, we've yet to make our fame,
But we have gold and glory in our clean colonial name;
And every man's a millionaire if only he can brag
That he was born in Canada beneath the British flag.
No title and no coronet is half so proudly worn
As that which we inherited as men Canadian born.
We count no man so noble as the one who makes the brag
That he was born in Canada beneath the British flag.
The Dutch may have their Holland, the Spaniard have his Spain,
The Yankee to the south of us must south of us remain;
For not a man dare lift a hand against the men who brag
That they were born in Canada beneath the British flag.
poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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Wish not beyond two generations
I’ve lived for long and am about to go.
My offspring must live well and die in peace.
Their offspring must help them as they did us.
Why is my wish not going beyond that?
13.07.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Democrats always like to brag that their guys are smarter than the opponents and Republicans always like to brag that their guys are more moral than the opponents. But if you're looking for morals in politics you're looking for bananas in the cheese department.
quote by Harry Shearer
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Trunk-Branch-Twig Relation
Affinity is a string that runs through
Parents-offspring- grand offspring with
The characteristic of no jealousy.
Siblings do not come in that category.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Whatever he might be
Having fallen as a prey
To an unworthy hand
From an impulsive action
I would ever stick to him
What ever he might be to me.
I must not seek a new hand,
However worthy he is,
To have him[husband] say later
That I, who he persuaded
To call myself his wife
And who had given him
The liberty to use me
As a WIFE, was not as faithful
As a wife ought to be,
What ever he might be to me.
04.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We brag that India is the land of sages and saints
We brag that India is the land of sages and saints
They retired from the world enamoured of divine colloquy
Their feelings have been recorded in the Vedas and the Upanisads
They lived in the forests and sang hymns to Nature
They worshipped Nature in her every mood
They worshipped the storm they worshipped the flood
They worshipped the corn they worshipped the woods
The fiercest and the poisonous animals they loved
Nature was at the centre of their thought
They felt that they were the offsprings of Nature
And they searched Nature in their innermost heart
Today their descendants—I mean the sages and saints
Of India today brag that they inherit the lore of the Vedas and the Upanisads
But they have retired into massive palaces
Built at the places of pilgrimage
And the built space has destroyed Nature in all its aspects
Oh Durkheim Oh Coleridge
Men do distinguish the sacred from the profane even today
But it is no longer the forest where one could wail for her demon lover
It has to be a temple as massive and gorgeous as the Pentagon
Or as imposing as the Eiffel Tower
The gurus have their personal boeings and shatter the primordial noise
With noise
Oh gods have fled from the holy places
Haridwar and Hrisikesh are the sites
Where billions of dollars from India and abroad flow
Alas Adam Smith you could not guess how India could be great and wealthy
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Love Warning Carved In Wise Stone
in quiet wise hamlet of Aneyoshi
in Iwate Prefecture northern Japan
a centuries-old stone tablet stands
warns of danger of tsunami waves
a single centuries-old tablet message
a love warning carved in old stout stone
a blessing bestowed on all descendants
a blessing outlasting survivor memories
'High dwellings are the peace
and harmony of our descendants, '
'Remember the calamity
of the great tsunamis.
Do not build any homes
below this point.'
advice blessed dozen plus wise households
of Aneyoshi ancestor descendants heeded
their homes all high built emerged unscathed
a disaster safe huge wave in swept flattened
all low-lying communities elsewhere killed
thousands along Japan's northeastern shore
poem by Terence George Craddock
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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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Little miss brag
Little Miss Brag has much to say
To the rich little lady from over the way
And the rich little lady puts out a lip
As she looks at her own white, dainty slip,
And wishes that she could wear a gown
As pretty as gingham of faded brown!
For little Miss Brag she lays much stress
On the privileges of a gingham dress -
"Aha,
Oho!"
The rich little lady from over the way
Has beautiful dolls in vast array;
Yet she envies the raggedy home-made doll
She hears our little Miss Brag extol.
For the raggedy doll can fear no hurt
From wet, or heat, or tumble, or dirt!
Her nose is inked, and her mouth is, too,
And one eye's black and the other's blue -
"Aha,
Oho!"
The rich little lady goes out to ride
With footmen standing up outside,
Yet wishes that, sometimes, after dark
Her father would trundle her in the park; -
That, sometimes, her mother would sing the things
Little Miss Brag says her mother sings
When through the attic window streams
The moonlight full of golden dreams -
"Aha,
Oho!"
Yes, little Miss Brag has much to say
To the rich little lady from over the way;
And yet who knows but from her heart
Often the bitter sighs upstart -
Uprise to lose their burn and sting
In the grace of the tongue that loves to sing
Praise of the treasures all its own!
So I've come to love that treble tone -
"Aha,
Oho!"
poem by Eugene Field
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