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In the Soviet Union, capitalism triumphed over communism. In this country, capitalism triumphed over democracy.
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I've triumphed over addiction.
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History has demonstrated that the most notable winners usually encountered heartbreaking obstacles before they triumphed. They won because they refused to become discouraged by their defeats.
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There are a few people, but a diminishing number, who still believe that Marxism, as an economic system, off era a coherent alternative to capitalism, and socialism has, indeed, triumphed in one country.
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The genius of the French language, descended from its single Latin stock, has triumphed most in the contrary direction - in simplicity, in unity, in clarity, and in restraint.
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Lots of young players have triumphed at United, so why can't it happen to me? I'm not worried I'm young - it's an incentive to do the best I can.
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A Worker Reads History
Who built the seven gates of Thebes?
The books are filled with names of kings.
Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone?
And Babylon, so many times destroyed.
Who built the city up each time? In which of Lima's houses,
That city glittering with gold, lived those who built it?
In the evening when the Chinese wall was finished
Where did the masons go? Imperial Rome
Is full of arcs of triumph. Who reared them up? Over whom
Did the Caesars triumph? Byzantium lives in song.
Were all her dwellings palaces? And even in Atlantis of the legend
The night the seas rushed in,
The drowning men still bellowed for their slaves.
Young Alexander conquered India.
He alone?
Caesar beat the Gauls.
Was there not even a cook in his army?
Phillip of Spain wept as his fleet
was sunk and destroyed. Were there no other tears?
Frederick the Greek triumphed in the Seven Years War.
Who triumphed with him?
Each page a victory
At whose expense the victory ball?
Every ten years a great man,
Who paid the piper?
So many particulars.
So many questions.
poem by Bertolt Brecht
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This is the city of dreamers and time and again it's the place where the greatest dream of all, the American dream, has been tested and has triumphed.
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Alone I Was When
Alone I was when I sinned
Alone I was when I prayed to God
Alone I was when I called to you
Alone I was when loved one's said 'goodbye'
Alone I was when darkness triumphed over me
Alone I was when I was deep within my thought
Alone I was when pain became too vivid to describe
Alone I was when peer pressure consumed my morals
Alone I always am
Thank you
poem by Eric Blankson
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Everywhere that the struggle for national freedom has triumphed, once the authorities agreed, there were military coups d'etat that overthrew their leaders. That is the result time and time again.
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Into The Lair
Would not wear
the seasoned face.
Eye for eye
blasting the truth.
The path becomes the tunnel.
Unending,
in pain of speech
at the expense of ethics.
Under the fingernails
they start interbreeding
the ideas, crimnalizing the
upright past.
A vultured darkness descends
on the raped bed.
The great seduction of moon
had triumphed.
poem by Satish Verma
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At This Hour After Tonight
at this hour
after tonight
when the darkness is over
when dusk peeps in
inside my sighing soul
the warm body whistles
for again it has triumphed
as it feasts upon
the madness of its own flesh
the soul does not perish
but it cannot
for the time being
on some divinities relish
ah! look at this firm body
it has a tongue & a mouth
and luscious lips
it is dominated by its king
this....sex organ
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Where does the truth triumph?
The argument won; the truth suffered.
The money played; the truth suffered.
The power prevailed; the truth suffered.
The truth triumphed; the poor suffered
21.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet- 'Tis A Lull For Now
The mental torture seems to have ended,
At least for now, if not for my lifetime;
With help from God, I had well defended;
My winter's gone and Spring is now the clime.
My foes had failed in miserable a way;
They lie in ambush and in low profile;
May be, they wait for yet, another day;
They could not make the black mark in my life.
I heave a sigh of relief, just for now;
My honesty has triumphed yet again;
To God who saved me from trouble, I bow;
He brings the Sun in time and also Rain.
My sufferings ain't big compared to those
Unlucky ones, to suffer more, God chose.
poem by John Celes
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A Christmas prayer
Our great redeemer that on this day
was born in Bethlehem and triumphed over sin
take all our hardships, our troubles away
while we come to You and let Your love flow in
to our hearts, our lives and like the shepherds let we see
Your glory and find tranquillity,
have peace in our lives and country
and before You forever be free
and grant that we live as brothers
loving all others
totally unselfishly
as if coming from the same fathers and mothers
and when this joyous day begin
grant us Your blessing.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Forthright Action Knocksout Evil
What evil would he hatch?
As bad the the pirate Edward Thatch!
Even wears a sinister eye patch!
Abominable actions by the batch!
Would evil the good catch?
Would evil to good attach?
Would evil away the good latch?
Final victory by good did snatch!
Good triumphed without even a scratch!
All in this professional wrestling match!
poem by Hubert Wilson
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You Say, Columbus with His Argosies
You say, Columbus with his argosies
Who rash and greedy took the screaming main
And vanished out before the hurricane
Into the sunset after merchandise,
Then under western palms with simple eyes
Trafficked and robbed and triumphed home again:
You say this is the glory of the brain
And human life no other use than this?
I then do answering say to you: The line
Of wizards and of saviours, keeping trust
In that which made them pensive and divine,
Passes before us like a cloud of dust.
What were they? Actors, ill and mad with wine,
And all their language babble and disgust.
poem by Trumbull Stickney
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They Ask Me
they ask me, as they have finally arrived from this long journey
they are resting and sipping tea
their feet on a stool
their fingers with cigarette in between
smoke like memories began to rise on the ceiling
the wood and the walls start to remember
there is this laughter of the intellect
there is this humiliation of base desires
they all meet here but it will not be long
their world is not us and they keep on asking
where are the good men? why have evil triumphed for that long?
they look at me again
quizzical and now seemingly angry: where are the good men?
where did the good seeds go? why do you have all the healthy weeds
in your garden?
i ask them, if they still need more tea.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I read a statement in a newspaper
I read a statement in a newspaper
That Twentyman, the manufacturer,
Found it was cheaper to deliver goods
By horse and lorry than by motor-truck
Or motor-van. So he had sold his trucks
To purchase horses. He dismissed those men
Who had mechanics' minds to re-employ
Drivers of horses, friends of animals.
Then life grew stronger in me because life
Had triumphed in this case and would perhaps
Finally triumph over the machine.
Even such mean commercial victory
Being better than no victory at all.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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To a Friend
With a Volume of Verses.
TO you who dwell withdrawn, above
The world's tumultuous strife,
And, in an atmosphere of love,
Have triumphed over life;
To you whose heart has kept so young
Beneath the weight of years,
I give these passion flowers of song,
Still wet with undried tears.
You too have trod that stony path
Which steeply winds afar,
And seen, through nights of storm and wrath,
The bright and Morning Star;
Where, shining o'er the Alps of time
On valleys full of mist,
It beckons us to peaks sublime,
Oh, brave Idealist.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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