Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.
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Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure... than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.
quote by Theodore Roosevelt
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Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.
quote by Theodore Roosevelt
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Far better is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in the grey twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.
Theodore Roosevelt in The Man in the Arena
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Life is a pandora's box
Some
Say life is nothing
But an unfulfilled dream
I feel life is a
Pandora's Box
Nobody knows
What shall come out of it?
It is full of all possible
Combinations
From expected
To unexpected
Emotion to intellectual
It has misery and sorrow
Laughter and happiness
Love and hate
Peace and war
Victory and defeat
Success and failure
Birth and death
The irony is
Everybody has to
Experience all these
Once at least
One who has to
Suffer more
Feels life is thorny
One who has to
Suffer less
Feels it is a
Bed of roses
06-03-2012
302-36-03-12
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The Man in the Arena
The Man in the Arena
Find what you love, to that be true
Care less for what “they“ think of you.
Follow your internal muse
Dare to take risks and pay your dues.
Some such succeed and triumphs gain,
Others strive but all in vain.-
For both their place can never be
Out in the dark periphery.
In the end our lives are spent
Pursing dreams or paying rent
The choice is ours to play our role
Don’t be a cold and timid soul.
Though our faces be marred by dust and sweat
we are the ones they won't forget.
Not the faceless critic in his seat
who knows neither victory nor defeat
J.M.
“The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.”-President Theodore Roosevelt
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Why Don't Ya Go?
Get away... get away
Don't bother me today
I don't wanna hear
It... not here
Not now
How o how
Can you talk to me?
Ignore me happily
And hope i don't die
Why won't you just leave
Take all your junk with a mighty heave
I don't want your junk today, let me suffer from the temptation of yesterday
The failure of the past
The memory of the iconoclast
The Open book, the one who is the archetype of fey
You've done this to me, so why don't ya just go
Don't talk to me no mo'
I won't listen
I'll devour your words and make them my identity
This hate, this is me, can't you see
All you did to me? Why don't you ever stop or relent
It doesn't matter if i repent
You're always there
Just to dare
Me to think deeper with honesty, you fuel the hate i crave
I hate you, because you made me hate me, now there is no one to save
Me from the hate, because...because... it's made me complete
It's given me a purpose, O how i revel in defeat...
poem by David Knox
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For a' That and a' That
1 Is there, for honest poverty,
2 That hings his head, an' a' that?
3 The coward slave, we pass him by,
4 We dare be poor for a' that!
5 For a' that, an' a' that,
6 Our toils obscure, an' a' that;
7 The rank is but the guinea's stamp;
8 The man's the gowd for a' that,
9 What tho' on hamely fare we dine,
10 Wear hoddin-gray, an' a' that;
11 Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,
12 A man's a man for a' that.
13 For a' that, an' a' that,
14 Their tinsel show an' a' that;
15 The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,
16 Is king o' men for a' that.
17 Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord
18 Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that;
19 Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
20 He's but a coof for a' that:
21 For a' that, an' a' that,
22 His riband, star, an' a' that,
23 The man o' independent mind,
24 He looks and laughs at a' that.
25 A prince can mak a belted knight,
26 A marquis, duke, an' a' that;
27 But an honest man's aboon his might,
28 Guid faith he mauna fa' that!
29 For a' that, an' a' that,
30 Their dignities, an' a' that,
31 The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth,
32 Are higher rank than a' that.
33 Then let us pray that come it may,
34 As come it will for a' that,
35 That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth,
36 May bear the gree, an' a' that.
37 For a' that, an' a' that,
38 It's coming yet, for a' that,
39 That man to man, the warld o'er,
40 Shall brothers be for a' that.
poem by Robert Burns
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Having in my life been bitten by the jaws of both victory and defeat, I must rush to add that success is to failure as butter pecan ice cream is to death.
quote by Rupert Holmes
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Truth or Dare
Let's play a little game of truth or dare
Tell me the truth do you love me
I dare you to lie and, if you do I dare you to tell me why
They say the truth shall set you free
So tell the truth and soar like an eagle over the deep blue sea
I dare myself to succeed and reach all of my expectations Truth be told if I shall fail its because I didn't live up to my expectations
I will not blame anyone for my failure and I dare you to do the same
Be honest with yourself, tell the truth when you make a mistake
We all mess up that is part of life but tell the truth when you do I dare you
poem by Craig Mize
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Upon the whole it was a Glorious day-Our men are in the Spirits-and I am confident we shall give them a total defeat the next Action; which is at no great distance.
quote by Anthony Wayne
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The Poems As Diary
to know me
there is no other but this poetry
to know poetry however
please do not read
my diary
for this diary may fail the standards
of your poetry
but at any rate everyday poetry is a diary
what makes us fume like a mad cow
what makes us whistle like a satisfied lover
what makes us surrender in defeat and shout victory in triumphs
little things and big things
all summed up
in this new thing: diary as poetry
and poetry as diary.
we do not even have to rhyme
does life rhyme at all my friend?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Failure should be our teacher, not our undertaker. Failure is delay, not defeat. It is a temporary detour, not a dead end. Failure is something we can avoid only by saying nothing, doing nothing, and being nothing.
quote by Denis Watley
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Spirit's About Us
If they are spirits about us,
Would we do the things that we do
Or would we want to be better persons
Especially if they be spirits we once had knew.
Would we still say the things that we do say
And would we act the ways that we do,
That is, if they are spirits among us,
And if any of them, we once had knew.
If we knew they were here about us
And that never we were not alone,
No matter where we might go or what we might do
Or whether we be traveling or here at home.
Would we act the way that we do act
Or would we think about the things that we do
Would we say the things that we do say
If we knew that a spirit were next to me or you.
Would we still cheat or think about cheating
Or telling lies to the people that we meet
Especially if we knew loved ones were next to us
And our sins cause those spirits to weep.
Would we still act the way that we act
And would we think about the things we do
Would we say the things that we say
Especially what's inside of me and you.
Would we still hate and cause others to sin
Even though we knew we couldn't be caught
If only that we knew the spirits were next to us
And their love for us, we haven't forgot.
So I now live my life in happiness and joy
As I want to live my life sinless and complete
Never do I want to bring sadness or any pain
As I don't know who is standing next to me.
As if they are any spirits about us
And if there is a spirit standing next to me
I would hope to bring that spirit pride and joy
Instead of sadness, disappointment and humility.
So as I bring my thinking to a closure
And as I think of the time that our life is through
We best be careful what we do or think
As we know not what spirit, is standing next to me or you.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Today... 'The Glorious Sword
There is a Sword that is so sharp and so keen
the most Glorious Sword that has ever been.
Mighty in battle He has slain all His foes
and will have victory wherever He goes.
The Word of Truth and the Sword of the Spirit
overcame death and shall all things inherit.
He breaks our shackles and scatters all His foes
with His glory heaven and earth overflows.
Christ the Son of God is that Glorious Sword
Saviour of the world and Everlasting Lord.
Devils fear and angels sing as He draws near
And all creation waits for Him to appear.
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I came not to your glorious shores to enjoy a happy rest - I came not to gather triumphs of personal distinction, but as a humble petitioner, in my country's name, as its freely chosen constitutional leader, to entreat your generous aid.
quote by Lajos Kossuth
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Gracious In Defeat
There are times when love goes bad
and there is no way
to repair the unrepairable.
You feel that giving is a sign of defeat.
However sometimes
it is far better for all concerned
to live and let go
and become gracious in defeat.
Prolonging the agony no more,
walking away to start a new
and make a new beginning somewhere.
The more you hang on
to something that isn’t there
the more hurt you feel
and the pain is more severe.
Just walk away head held high,
become gracious in defeat
rather than suffer the tears
you would eventually cry.
31 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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Sonnet- Things Happen For Our Good
Does not the Lord know how I do my job?
Does He not know my disadvantages?
Does He not know I can't tell lies or rob?
Does He not know I suffer as wages?
The Lord my God knows I want to be good;
He listens to my prayers albeit late;
May be, He does not do things as He should.
But He knows what is best for me till date.
What If I can't enjoy the way some do;
What if I can't commit-their kind of sins;
What If I can't the evil-spirits woo;
When God asks me, my eyes I need not wince.
There is some joy in things both good and bad;
But man in mortal sins makes Maker sad!
poem by John Celes
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How You Ever Gonna Know?
That old wind thats whippin out there
Its whistlin your tune
That wind blew pyramids to egypt
And footprints to the moon
And that old star that youve been wishin on
Is shining mighty bright
Its a fire inside your heart
Thats gonna lead you to the light
How you ever gonna know,
Whats it like to live there?
How you ever gonna know, victory?
How you ever gonna know,
What its like when dreams become reality?
How you ever gonna know,
How it feels to hold it?
How you ever gonna know, what its like to dance?
How you ever gonna know,
If you never take the chance?
You know failure isnt failure
If a lesson from its learned
I guess love would not be love
Without a risk of being burned
Anything in life worth havin
Lord, it has its sacrifice
But the gift that youre receiving
Is worth more than the price
How you ever gonna know,
Whats it like to live there?
How you ever gonna know,
What you never know?
How you ever gonna know,
If youre down here doin
What the good lord puts you here to do?
How you ever gonna know,
If you could have done it?
How you ever gonna know, how it feels to fly?
How you ever gonna know,
If you never dare to try?
Listen not to the critics,
Who put their own dreams on the shelf
If you wanna get the truth to admit it,
Youve gotta find out for yourself
How you ever gonna know,
What its like to be there?
How you ever gonna know,
If youre the best?
How you ever gonna know,
What you believe in if you dont put it to the test?
How you ever gonna know,
How it feels to hold it?
How you ever gonna know,
Whatll never change it?
How you ever gonna know,
If you never chase the dream?
How you ever gonna know,
Your potential?
How you ever gonna know, how you ever gonna know,
Whats it like when dreams become reality?
How you ever gonna know,
How it feels to hold her?
How you ever gonna know,
What its like to dance?
How you ever gonna know,
If you never take the chance?
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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A Rallying Song
Oh glorious race of mighty men,
The homeland calls to you;
Our fathers wrought with faith divine,
So let us march in line. (Refrain)
If foe we meet across the way,
Our courage hold on high,
For Victory is near at hand,
So march ye with the band.
Refrain: Oh glorious race, Etc
Old Africa is calling you,
So wave the banner high;
No foe shall win the glorious day,
Shout ye, and march and pray.
Refrain: Oh glorious race, Etc.
Our God is leading us away,
And land and seas divide,
For hosts are here in royal form,
March on and fear no storm.
Refrain: Oh glorious race, Etc.
New Africa beholds the sight,
The world will tremble then,
Good men of might will worship God
And bless the heaving sod.
Refrain: Oh glorious race, Etc.
Tell the people everywhere you go,
'The day is here again,'
The Ethiopian's God appears
To deal with all affairs.
poem by Marcus Mosiah Garvey
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The Lesson From The Horse Race
There's no such thing as gallant loser and there's no glory in defeat
And coming first is all that matter and victory is always sweet
For the winning horse and jockey there's a mighty hip hooray
And the jockey he is smiling victory has made his day.
The stable lad leads in his winner he has never known such joy
And the owner pats his race horse as if to say well done me boy
And there's applause for the winning trainer from the large onlooking crowd
And the horse is centre of attention and those who backed him clapping loud.
Near by stands the beaten favourite held there by his stable lad
And with no trace of the horse's owner and the trainer looking sad
In a thrilling photo finish beaten into second place
But he get little recognition for running such a splendid race.
Human life is like the horse race at winning post you've got to lead
Losers are quickly forgotten and to be loved you must succeed
You must strive hard for your glory and if you fail in your vital test
You too will be quick forgotten as winners are remembered best
And there's a lesson from the horse race and it read plain for all to see
If you live for admiration go for outright victory
And you will be the main attraction and all the applause will be for you
And like the poor defeated race horse there will be none for number two.
poem by Francis Duggan
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