I have never savored life with such gusto as I do now.
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Gusto Blusto
Well you tried so hard
To change the story
It was love but it was nothing new
Just a question of a moments glory
Cos you want to take me for a fool
You told me I was such a fool
First you were kind
Then you were cruel
You taught me how to break the rules
And I said thank you baby
Gusto blusto
If your loving is so good
Gusto blusto
Id do it if I could
Gusto blusto
Id love you if you would
Gusto blusto
Do it! do it! yeah!
Well you think you really had the answer
But I never made a move on you
I dont even get a chance
To get whats coming
Baby that aint all I knew
Gusto blusto
If your loving is so good
Gusto blusto
I wish you understood
Gusto blusto
Id love you if you would
Gusto blusto
Do it! do it! yeah!
I give you good good loving
Sweet memories of you
You gave and taught me nothing new
Thank you baby
Gusto blusto
If your loving is so good
Gusto blusto
I wish I understood
Gusto blusto
I never break the rules
Gusto blusto
Dont you be so cruel
Wanna dance? dont sit there
Do it now
song performed by by Culture Club
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Kon Ako Mahimong Tore
kon ako mahimong tore
gusto ko nga daghang lumot
og mga tanom nga motubo
sa akong mga kilid
gusto ko nga aduna akoy kampana
sa akong kinatumyan
gusto ko nga aduna akoy daghang
mga bintana sama kadaghan
sa akong mga pultahan
ug gusto ko nga mosaka ka
sa kinatas-an aron didto nimo
makita ang kalibotan
gusto ko nga imong bagtingon
ang akong kampana
aron mabati nila
ang akong tingog
aron mangutana sila
kon kinsa na usab
ang ilubong karong adlawa
gusto ko nga mabati nila
ang akong kasubo
gusto ko nga mahanggab nila
ang hangin ug ang tambag
sa usa ka pari nga kitang tanan
mangandam sa atong
kataposang adlaw
apan sayod ka nga
dili ka na mahimo kay
ako usa lamang ka hawanan
ug ang akong hangin
walay gisubay nga agianan
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sana
Kapag ginagawa ay gusto
oras ay hindi pansin
hirap ay hindi alintana...
Sana ay gustuhin mo rin
ang pagdamay sa mga nangangailangan
kahit na ba
may bahagi sa kanilang buhay
na hindi mo gusto.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Music To My Ears
Music to my ears
Losing all the fears
Where they go?
They just disappeared
If only a moment.
It must be savored
As if it was a savior
The sanity within
It is where it begins and ends
Welcome to my world friend
I live it everyday
With every word I say
Its a dream
I have created
Destinies be fated
Emotions so jaded
Music to my ears
Losing all the fears
Where they go?
they just disappeared
If only a moment.
It must be savored
As if it was a savior
The sanity within
It is where it begins and ends
Never let it stop
It is hope beneath my cloths
It is my strength
It is my everything
It grows bigger every day
So please follow me this way
And maybe I can share
In your moments of despair
Music to my ears
Losing all the fears
Where they go?
they just disappeared
If only a moment.
It must be savored
As if it was a savior
The sanity within
It is where it begins and ends
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Gusto, Brio And Panache
Gusto, brio and panache
happy writers have, who dash,
while those lack élan and verve
scribe slower, fearing they may swerve,
which doesn't matter if you've brio,
panache and gusto, happy trio,
but does if you have no élan
or verve, not just an also-ran
but, what's far worse, an also-walker,
and, yet more horror, also-talker.
The ones who stand and wait to serve
because they lack élan and verve
won't slow down writers who are rash
and with their brio, gusto dash,
because panache provides the torrent
that those who're slow may find abhorrent,
for those whose writing style is speedy,
of gusto, brio never needy,
in flights of fancy won't be flustered
when they're panached and, brioed, gusted.
On November 4,1838, Stendhal, born Marie Henri Beyle, sat down at No.8 Rue Caumartin in Paris and gave orders that he was under no circumstances to be disturbed. The manuscript of 'The Charterhouse of Parma' was finished seven weeks later. As Daniel Mendlessohn says, reviewing a new translation by Richard Howard in the Modern Library ('After Waterloo' A new translation of Stendhal's masterpiece about a young soldier in Napoleon's arm, his aunt and her lover, ' The New York Times Book Review, August 29,1999) , though the swiftness of its composition with 'gusto, brio, élan, verve and panache' took a toll in narrative coherence the urgency of its style is masterly. As an example, he quotes: 'Here we shall ask permission to pass, without saying a single word about them, over an interval of three years.'
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poem by Gershon Hepner
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Oh Those Cookies Made
You hooked me with your looks,
And also cooking, 'bay-bee'.
Your speciality is baking sugar cookies, 'bay-bee'.
And a tasting of your cookies,
Is my favorite crave...
I rush to get to savor.
Because the flavor makes them great...
I've lost my patience to wait.
Oh your cookies made,
Are the best I've ever savored.
Yes your cookies made.
Is a taste that can't get better.
Oh...
Those cookies made,
Are fun to munch in any weather.
Yes,
Those cookies made.
Your cookies made.
Oh...
Oh your cookies made,
Are the best I've ever savored.
Yes your cookies made.
Is a taste that can't get better.
Oh...
Oh those cookies made,
Are fun to munch in any weather.
Yes,
Those cookies made.
Your cookies made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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August 15
The fifteenth of August is august
For, we Indians feel gusto of freedom-
an emotional gust: terrible gusto.
Kings paid once; princes restored, hence
Peace (piece?) for all echoes in halls
Outside roll away chariots
Over the labouring class-corpses;
whom death is peace; dearth is wealth.
Gusto of August is of chicken-fry 'nd Rum
And the chicken-hearted dream of Ram 'nd Rum.
Many cry for a dish of fry
But the dish is with the wry.
Battered Tri-colours shattered
And the Colours in hands severally try
To flutter along the gutter roads.
Rum and Ram make many 'hurrahs'!
In the halls over which Silence shroud.
Silence, aged sixty-four, with pointed guns emerges
Slitting doors of emergency.
No cry, no slogans, bow all, lie all
Along the dead-roads' baton-lies,
That leads to uncouth power
over our hour of failure.
Success of the some is success of the sum;
Sum aspires access to success;
Some aspire access to success.
Ventriloquists, 'nd Sychophants dog that way!
Hum! august August 15! silence, please.
poem by Nasarudheen.P. Param
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Today is life-the only life you are sure of. Make the most of today. Get interested in something. Shake yourself awake. Develop a hobby. Let the winds of enthusiasm sweep through you. Live today with gusto.
quote by Dale Carnegie
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Pagkalaay
unsang orasa na ba? maoy pangutana sa mga bintana diha sa mga silya nga atong gilingkoran, apan ikaw nga karon pa lamang miabot sa america wala gayod magpapugong sa imong gibati. unsang orasaha na ba? mibalos og pangutana ang mga bungbong diha sa mga bintana nga gusto na nga manirado, apan ikaw nagsugid pa gihapon nga didto sa sulod sa pultahan sa mcdonald's ikaw natulog kay wala ka nay kapuy-an didto sa chicago, ug wala ka na gani kwarta. naghuy-ab ang mga kurtina ug ang mga alugnan diha sa sofa nahikatulog na, apan ikaw sa imong dakong kahiubos sa america, nagpadayon sa tinuod nga panghitabo dihang ikaw nagbantay og mga tigulang nga milabay nimo og baso dihang ikaw nawad-an na sa paglaom. bug-at na kaayo ang akong mga mata. nangahapla na ang akong mga pilok. wala na ako kasabot sa imong mga gisugilon, sa imong lalom kaayo nga kaguol, diin ako maayong pagkahulog sama sa usa ka lalom kaayong dagat. gusto lang nakong matulog, apan ikaw nagsulti nga gusto nang mamatay, moambak sa usa ka tulay nga habog kaayo. wala akoy labot kang bisan kinsa. wala akoy labot kanimo. gusto lang nakong matulog kay ako gikapoy na og pamati sa mga kagul-anan sa ubang tawo nga walay hunong sa pagyawit. gusto nako nga moundang ka na, gusto na nakong magdamgo. palihog, gihangyo ko ikaw, nga atong kutloon ang mga bunga sa kahilom, sungkiton ta ang iyang mga dahon, ug atong ihapnig sa atong katre. palihog lang, mangatulog na kita. ay, kasakit! wala ka ba laayi anang kangitngit?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life's Like That Woman
woman
do not begrudge life
you see
it happens sometimes
and most often
the man that you love
does not love you
and the man who loves you
you cannot take
with gusto.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shut Up in the Dark
All my life, I never knew
The world was to be savored,
So older and taller I grew,
And this world was never favored.
All my life, I never found
The world as oh-so-great;
Never listened to the sound
And let fate just be fate.
All my life, I never heard
The calling of the lark.
Of course my ears heard not a word.
I was shut up in the dark.
poem by Deborah Lynn Janik
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Learn to enjoy every minute of your life. Be happy now. Don't wait for something outside of yourself to make you happy in the future. Think how really precious is the time you have to spend, whether it's at work or with your family. Every minute should be enjoyed and savored.
quote by Earl Nightingale
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Candy
Tasty
sweet confection,
savored by young and old
alike, that satisfies one's own
craving.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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To Write Your Poems The Easy Way
the rhythm is in the huff and puff
the inhale and exhale
of your life, the color is in
the hues of sunrise and sunset
the taste is right there
in your tongue
the kiss of your lips
sweet and sour
and sometimes bitter
we swallow all these
and you hear
how smooth all these
in your ears
like the hush of the wind
one day
in your life
moment by moment
every minute savored
like you have
never lived before
like
tomorrow does not come
like you
loving the person
who loves you
like a push and
a pull
like both of you
engaged to a touch
of eternity
that is the ease
of my poetry
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Here Today
Our ride
Through life
Is short
At best
Choices made
Do count
Moments lived
Savored
Memories made
Golden
Embraced in
The gilded
Frames of time
Honored vestiges
Of Era's of
Yesterday
And today
That are too
Soon gone
Reflections play
Like the waters
Still but forever
Deep mirror's
Of the Soul
poem by Theodora Onken
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This 'Eve' Releases and Frees
The 'eve' of fresh beginnings approach.
And this one does not linger to sit,
Upon a threshold wishing to cross.
It takes a leap into a future unknown,
Like any other.
But unlike another...
This 'eve' releases and frees us to live,
A quality of life so abundant in cleared comprehension.
It comes as 'if' a sweetened existence has been added,
With unexpected spice,
Liked.
And savored by all to enjoy.
And 'threats' of any kind,
Seem to be wiped away with stress from our minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Worthy of the Taste
I do not waste time making 'nice'!
I seek to make 'me' better.
Hoping that ingredient alone...
Is worthy of the taste condoned,
Enjoyed and savored!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They say that blood is thicker than water. Maybe that's why we battle our own with more energy and gusto than we would ever expend on strangers.
quote by David Assael
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No matter how carefully you plan your goals they will never be more that pipe dreams unless you pursue them with gusto.
quote by W. Clement Stone
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