I'm not good at accepting help.
quote by Patricia Heaton
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Not Really Sure
you want me now,
but my mind is still lost,
of what i want,
and what i need,
you seem really nice,
but questions are coming to mind,
will you really be there,
when i need you the most?
or will you turn away,
because you want nothing to do with it?
i'm a sensitive girl,
you can't have the good part of me,
you have to like my faws,
it what makes me who i am,
nobody has the right to 'pick' me apart,
i'm human like everybody else,
i have my rights to be me,
and i don't really care,
i'm making me happy,
you accepting who i am,
is just part of the gift,
of knowing me,
and accepting everything that i am.
6-26-2010
poem by Mona Martinez
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Metaphorical meaning
Thinking that good and bad
Is so relative
While being incapable to keep
The moral utterances
The elliptical utterances
For the corresponding relational
Statements
The cognitive statements
Or holding that moral judgments
Not for expressing beliefs
Accepting that our deep truths
Are universal
Or accepting everything
And denying the power of reason
Or seeking the good by using
Our power of reason,
Using our unfolding wisdom
And insightful enchantment
Or living in life
As both joy and despair
Being in metaphorical meaning
Apart from ego and absolutes
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Acceptance
Accept accept
Acceptance is life.
Without accepting
You can not stand
Without accepting
You can not stay
Without accepting
You go astray.
Accept accept
Acceptance is life.
And everything
Is all right
Everything is OK
Go and enjoy life.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Accepting To Protect False Beliefs
The telling of lies told and sold,
To deny in a hiding of one's insecurities...
Does not prevent,
An increasing mental instability...
As witnessed by those,
Not only experiencing buyer's remorse...
But shows the ones who have lied,
Responsible for much that has gone...
Misunderstood most of their lives,
While fighting against denials.
And today...
There is no way of escaping,
With a possibility on either side of truth...
To correct relationships destroyed to redo,
By accepting to protect false beliefs as done.
Or can fix to mend anyone's heart broken,
Of those victimized who have forgiven.
Since they will never be able to erase in time,
From their minds...
The effects of what has happened to them.
Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.
Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.
Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known...
To keep those from being aware,
With a clearing of polluted air.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tied By The Wrists To A Pity Pit
Down, down feeling gagged and bound.
And tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
Convicted with an accepting addiction of it.
Stretched beyond imagination,
People wish they could elope with their hopes.
At the end of slipping twisting ropes...
And blowing in a wind that shifts.
Picked and tossed across a river like a pebble.
And not making a ripple or a dent.
Hoping that a simple skip will give them a lift.
But that lift to them aint been sent to benefit.
People feel today they are weak and feeble.
With down cast eyes in cracks and ruts.
And no one seems to want to give that up!
But...
Down, down feeling gagged and bound.
Tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
And...
Convicted with an accepting addiction of it.
Oh...
Down, down feeling gagged and bound.
And tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
And...
Convicted with an accepting addiction of it.
Existing everyday to be defeated and licked.
Down, down feeling gagged and bound.
And tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
Convicted with an accepting addiction of it.
Doo doo doo doo doo down down,
Doo doo doo down down...
And tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
Doo doo doo doo doo down down,
Doo doo doo down down...
And tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
Doo doo doo doo doo down down,
Doo doo doo down down...
And tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
As if convicted accepting of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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M: II: I Cannot Pay your Honour
I have sought to triumph over nothing,
have tri-ed,
have failed to -umph.
Honour is paid
By accepting honour.
By accepting honour,
I would honour trying,
would honour lack of -umph.
I cannot pay your honour.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Room for improvement for Leslie
Critics express their point of view.
As they have every right to do
I will give credit where it’s due.
So I consider each review
as of potential benefit
Though I may not agree with it.
It may well be I can profit
by reading what my critics writ.
I treat all critiques just the same
accepting praise accepting blame.
All part and parcel of the game.
Improvement is my only aim.
So please feel free to state your view
You might well teach me something new.
13-Feb-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Every Move You Make
I will always be your friend!
But...
I will not always be accepting,
Of those things you do!
If you are seeking those who will approve,
Every move you make...
To constantly give you a boost,
To make you feel okay about everything you do...
You need to schedule visits to see a psychiatrist.
And I am sure with each visit...
That psychiatrist will show you,
Just how patient they are with you too.
With an expectation of payment.
I will always be your friend!
But...
I will not always be accepting,
Of those things you do!
And you wont have to pay me a thing,
To tell you when or when you are not...
Doing those things that are not suitable or 'cool'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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'Urban Renewal' was sweet because I've been - unfairly, I would say - plonked in the middle of the road because of a handful of songs. It came at a good time for me, because you do take a bit of a browbeating and, as you get older, you become better at accepting it and realizing why it happens.
quote by Phil Collins
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Accepting
I too had sat,
Wishing that an 'is'...
Wasn't.
And living through those experiences...
That came to stay in my head,
And wouldn't from me leave!
I too had sat,
Wishing that an 'is'...
Wasn't.
And I could close my eyes,
With a squeeziing out...
Of anything unpleasant!
I too had sat,
Wishing that an 'is'...
Wasn't.
With a beginning again,
Of an 'is'...
Meant.
And forever I would live...
A life free of unexpected grief and sorrow.
And yet...
Those yesterdays came and went.
Leaving me to learn and grow...
Accepting some things I just could not reject!
And not be afraid to do...
The accepting.
Even if I wept or was swept up in a happiness,
In the doing of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Transparent
Treating your days like a countdown.
Seconds pass by, waiting just to blow up,
and you get nothing done,
and this is what you want.
Lost touch and,
you turn your back and your some friend.
Sterile conversation,
learn to talk a good game.
Talk your way out,
its a sure thing.
Testing the ends of what theyll put up with.
You got your chance to say what you wanted to.
But you never do,
stand up to the ones that keep you down,
now you can see right through it all.
Lost touch and,
tracing your steps you cant begin.
You cant start,
to say what your thinking and why not.
Talk your way out,
its a sure thing.
Testing the ends of what theyll put up with.
Sticking it out til you cant get up.
How many times have you been pacified?
Accepting it when youre told,
theres no way,
making sure there never will.
Sticking it out til you cant get up.
How many times have you been pacified?
Accepting it when youre told,
theres no way,
making sure there never will.
Testing the ends of what they put up with
song performed by by Quicksand
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Sick World
now m well adapted to this sick world
cruel world
wild world
after being shattered
after being crushed
after being cheated
left with no other option
accepting the things the way they are
m adapted to this sick world
selfish world
insane world
after being frustated
after being alone
after being tortured
i gave up
accepting the people the way they are
m adapted to this sick world
poem by Richa Soni
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The non-existent truth
The defined and undefined truth,
Endowed with knowledge or without knowledge,
Sometimes real or unreal,
Certainly including being and non-being,
Accepting that being is true,
Accepting the non-existence of being,
When the absence of existence means the negation of being,
Accepting that truth did not exist,
And it would have been true that it did not exist, at the same time,
Understanding that truth is eternal,
Imagining the idea of a non-existing world,
Before its own existence,
Accepting the universal and immortal truth,
So interchangeable with being,
While the universal never ceases of itself,
Recognizing the truth always existing in an eternal intellect,
While the created truth is not existing,
Understanding the created truth as not existing,
Remaining truth, when the true things have been destroyed,
Or remaining truth, when all true things can be destroyed,
Or remaining truth, when our minds can not see the truth itself,
Truth, being in sense, always as a consequence of its act.
Truth, not being in sense because
The sense does not know the truth it truly judges,
Even it judges truly about things,
The existent and non-existent truth.......
Copyright © ® Marieta Maglas. All rights reserved.
A philosophical poem about truth.(references: The Lankavatara Sutra, Mulamadhyamaka, The Vedanta-Sutras and Spinoza.)
poem by Marieta Maglas
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I have been one of those who have carried the fight for complete freedom of information in the United Nations. And while accepting the fact that some of our press, our radio commentators, our prominent citizens and our movies may at times be blamed legitimately for things they have said and done, still I feel that the fundamental right of freedom of thought and expression is essential. If you curtail what the other fellow says and does, you curtail what you yourself may say and do. In our country we must trust the people to hear and see both the good and the bad and to choose the good.
quote by Eleanor Roosevelt
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Building up to success
Money, Power, Prestige, Prowess, Politics, Possessions, Prizes, and Ownership mean nothing to those that are truly successful. Success is accepting that nothing is good enough and realizing that every fall is a foundation to greater success.
poem by Jeff Rushton
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As if There Are Exceptions to Mother Nature's Rules
Allowing anxieties,
And embittered feelings...
Of how things should be,
And how we'd like to see them done...
From our own perspective.
Needs to be released,
From the minds of those continually feeding...
On beliefs people and things remain unchanged.
When a day comes a day goes.
There is not a season that stays as it is.
But adults who are still children in their minds,
Find it difficult to leave behind...
That which is not coming back.
And it becomes unfortunate for many,
Who are not accepting of this natural process.
As if there is a fairy princess that will magically,
'Wand' their troubles away.
Accepting what is with a moving on is part of life.
Many are stuck and just refuse to do it.
As if there are exceptions to Mother Nature's Rules.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fallacy
The world is full of good and evils
He is every where: who is the owner
of ills? where does She, the
goddess, fit in the scheme of things?
is He not sufficient to hold bad and
good within his fold? if sins are held
responsible for incarnation, why is
there a need of hell? if I am not
free then what's the utility of my
‘ will'? who is the killer of the owner
of the death? how can one be owner
of birth without being born? but when
I believe things are automatic, cuts the
both ends of logics and ill logics and at
the same time I am accepting and denying
Him with the ownership of both of them,
very easy, not to be ashamed of this fallacy!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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A Bit Of Both
Life is filled with surprises
some are large, some are small,
and there are some surprises
that are never welcome at all.
We walk through life accepting
the good with the bad,
but always hoping for the best
and always dreading the worst.
No matter which way we look at it,
life is going to give us a bit of both.
poem by David Harris
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Difficult It Is to Let Go
One can love family so much,
That a growth process becomes smothered.
And an adherence to independence,
Becomes a threat no longer welcomed...
To cross a once accepting threshold.
'If you can not obey by 'my' rules.
Get out! '
People enjoy their comforts as they are.
If stale and moldy?
The better.
And a comfort with this is shown.
As sure as everyone knows...
What is stored in the cupboards.
And who enjoys what to eat.
Difficult it is to let go!
Or even force out of the nest...
One who begins to exert an opinion,
That may upset!
And yet...
Doesn't it seem as if those who have enjoyed their lives best...
Are those who had rebelled and been labelled,
As a nuisance and pests!
And...
After experiencing on their own much hell,
Have return to express that once elusive understanding!
And with a comprehension that is openly confessed,
The logic of sharing expenses.
With a patience that should be addressed.
One can love family so much,
That a growth process becomes smothered.
And an adherence to independence,
Becomes a threat no longer welcomed...
To cross a once accepting threshold.
Until a maturity pleasingly seen is approved.
'That's a good idea.
The sharing of expenses and doing that here! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So What Are You Saying?
I am emotionally distraught.
But I will get over my anxieties.
'Good.'
What do you mean, 'Good'.
Aren't you going to express,
Some kind of empathy?
Some kind of emotional attachment?
'What did you expect?
Weeping?
Or a prolong sympathetic eulogy,
For the attempt you are making...
To escape a near death experience? '
Well...
Yes! Something close that shows,
I am more to you than a piece of meat!
'It's like this...
When that piece of meat heals.
And is ready for my tenderizing?
I'll toss in an ember or two in that flame.'
So what are you saying?
'When the meal is ready and prepared the way I like it...
I'll show more interest.
But I'm not accepting anything leftover that has occured,
Over and over and over to leave it tasteless!
That's what I'm saying! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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