Stupidities that succeed are still stupidities.
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I do very well three things: my job, stupidities and children.
quote by Alain Delon
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Our greatest stupidities may be very wise.
quote by Ludwig Wittgenstein
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You may be sure that the Americans will commit all the stupidities they can think of, plus some that are beyond imagination.
quote by Charles de Gaulle
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the worst for echo
is always repeating the
same stupidities
haiku by Mario Benedetti from Haikus' Corner (Rincón de Haikus) (1999), translated by Dan Costinaş
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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What Can I Do?
i got
25 years of education
denied myself
of fun
and thrived on the
termites
now the foolish people
come for advices
how to solve the stupidities that they are into,
lining up the streets
i surrender
i am not the master solution of their very own problems.
i walk away
step in an island
alone
i
sit on a chair and sip gourmet coffee.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wars were not made by generations and their special stupidities, but that wars were made instead by something ignorant in the human heart.
quote by John Knowles
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Judgments, value judgments concerning life, for or against, can in the last resort never be true: they possess value only as symptoms, they come into consideration only as symptoms - in themselves such judgments are stupidities.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ar....for R.
your name is
analogous to
a tongue
in cheek, your favorite
figurative
language
for human relations
i do not have
an iota of
doubt over my past
stupidities
this kind that believes
right away
what every mouth
has to say
i guess i have
not yet learned the language
of the press
underneath the water
is a bed
of air
everything in this
planet of yours
float
nothing settles down
for the
truth
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Salvationists
I
Come, my songs, let us speak of perfection
We shall get ourselves rather disliked.
II
Ah yes, my songs, let us resurrect
The very excellent term Rusticus.
Let us apply it in all its opprobrium
To those to whom it applies.
And you may decline to make them immortal,
For we shall consider them and their state
In delicate
Opulent silence.
III
Come, my songs,
Let us take arms against this sea of stupidities-
Beginning with Mumpodorus;
And against this sea of vulgarities
Beginning with Nimmim;
And against this sea of imbeciles
All the Bulmenian literati.
poem by Ezra Pound
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Welcome Sir!
It was a fascinating night
like albino children playing in park.
I was gazing at sky.
The years have gone by one by one.
I am still walking on dead leaves
refusing the fruits.
This was me, no urge, no need,
the leather worn out but
feet are intact.
A continous civil war among the windows
suffers the grace. Stupidities of house.
You collect the garbage whole life
and when time comes to depart,
make a bonfire of your winnings.
We are ageing like wall paper
and talking to doors. The guest
is coming at last.
poem by Satish Verma
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Voltaire Johnson
Why did you bruise me with your rough places
If you did not want me to tell you about them?
And stifle me with your stupidities,
If you did not want me to expose them?
And nail me with the nails of cruelty,
If you did not want me to pluck the nails forth
And fling them in your faces?
And starve me because I refused to obey you,
If you did not want me to undermine your tyranny?
I might have been as soul serene
As William Wordsworth except for you!
But what a coward you are, Spoon River,
When you drove me to stand in a magic circle
By the sword of Truth described!
And then to whine and curse your burns,
And curse my power who stood and laughed
Amid ironical lightning!
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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And I Feel So Guilty
today she buys a rotten apple
she says it is hard for her to notice
the market is crowded and she is in a hurry
she also buys canned goods in bulk
whose dates on the label have already expired
she says it is hard for her to notice
the mall is crowded and she is in a hurry
she has this usual style of repeating lines
when caught in the midst of her stupidities
but i do not let any stone unturned and i
ask her why she is in a hurry
she is in a hurry to be back home
she says she misses me
she says she is cooking dinner for me
she says she is stupid enough to have ever loved me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Farewell
On that final adieu
The softest bed when I find
Will you curse my stupidities?
Or glance at me with misery?
Will you remember my ranting?
My unexpected outbursts of insanity
my laughter echoing the corridors
Somehow suffocating my sorrows.
Will you remember I was strong?
When it was uphill, the road too long
That I believed it will all end
What a silly dream in my head?
Will you remember I was good at heart?
Did not ever mean to hurt
And if I did, I must have for sure,
Will you send them all my love?
Will you certify, I was true
In everything that I do
Will you speak of me in well written verse?
And agonize of a life so terse
Will you analyze why we
Went our different ways
Where our friendship lay bruised
Amongst my heavenly trousseau
And when I bid my farewell
Whisper my final truth to you
Will you forgive me?
If I say I love you, a bit too late.
poem by Kiran Prasad
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When There Is Nothing More To Be Done...
got a call and she is dying,
whatever that means
dying to see me
or dying to die
it does not matter to me anymore
now that i have burned all the bridges
and made holes of those wooden boats
and broke all the paddles
what then is going to be done
as a matter of
last resort to save what she thinks
is still valuable
inside our hearts
we are like those burned houses
early dawn with nothing saved
we see all the ashes and some smoke
still clinging on the charred pieces
of furniture and beams
of the past
'there is nothing anymore'
and i have not opted for those memorized prayers
those usual offerings of
chicken blood and pork
or the newly hatched egg with a squeaking chick
hoping that perhaps someday
the root cause shall be known
how the tree falls off and how the worms
begin their feasts
on our own stupidities.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Preoccupation
the whole day is a Moslem holiday here
and instead of watching a movie
or going to the usual white sandy beach
and have a sun bath
i preoccupied myself with reading
cases about void and annulled marriages
on so many grounds from alcoholism
to genital incompatibility to
homosexuality and
psychological incapacity
until my eyes get so tired that
i decided to lay my body on a bamboo hammock
and have my own kind of swing
like i am a wall clock
taking my own rhythm and beat
there are so many of them in my country too
those who think that marriage as an institution
has become a mental asylum
with numbered wards and screaming patients
straitjacketed to traditions and
religious convictions
but enough of these stupidities and
helplessness
for the meantime i will read the latest
poems of Carlo Betocci
something about summer and the shadows
of mulberry trees
about images that must comfort us
in these times
of my doubts and feelings of loss.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices
A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices
Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile,
Spreads its curious opinion
To a million merciful and sneering men,
While families cuddle the joys of the fireside
When spurred by tale of dire lone agony.
A newspaper is a court
Where every one is kindly and unfairly tried
By a squalor of honest men.
A newspaper is a market
Where wisdom sells its freedom
And melons are crowned by the crowd.
A newspaper is a game
Where his error scores the player victory
While another's skill wins death.
A newspaper is a symbol;
It is feckless life's chronicle,
A collection of loud tales
Concentrating eternal stupidities,
That in remote ages lived unhaltered,
Roaming through a fenceless world.
poem by Stephen Crane
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That Childlike Clubhouse Mentality
Let me set the record straight,
Before some other novice initiates...
Another round of ignorance,
For immature fools to immulate.
There are those who enjoy what they do.
They are driven by an appetite,
To walk on a path and see their way through.
Few on a mission are not seeking competition.
There are those who recognize challenges.
Not challengers but challenges...
With the jumping over hurdles,
And unforeseen obstacles too!
Many have matured beyond,
That childlike clubhouse mentality.
Many have been healed and cured,
From comments dosed in created insensitivities.
And yet there are some who will never overcome,
Wanting to expose their youthful stupidities.
And seek they do...
To play the role of kids in school.
Let me set the record straight,
Before some other novice initiates...
Another round of ignorance,
For immature fools to immulate.
Grow up!
Or...
Get out of the way of those who are,
Adults who have had enough of your stuff!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Believe in Myself
I believe in God
I believe in myself regardless of what others say
I love myself
I believe in things that others would not believe
I am not insane, but intelligent
I know and feel in my heart that anything can be possible
I never give up even when it feels impossible
I will succeed
I will succeed
No one can take away my pride but me
I will succeed
I will succeed
Just you wait and see
poem by Alisha Ricks
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You've got to stick at a thing, a particular thing, until you succeed.I feel that's the only way to succeed - by concentrating on something in particular. Once you know what you've got to do you will succeed, you will succeed.
quote by Betty Cuthbert
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Believe And Succeed
If you believe in what you do
you will succeed in it
come today or tomorrow.
Success is always something
everyone else seems to have,
but if you believe in yourself
then you will succeed.
Whether it be money or friends
or whatever you want.
To succeed you must first believe.
31 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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