A nation which has forgotten the quality of courage which in the past has been brought to public life is not as likely to insist upon or regard that quality in its chosen leaders today--and in fact we have forgotten.
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A nation which has forgotten the quality of courage which in the past has been brought to public life is not as likely to insist upon or regard that quality in its chosen leaders today - and in fact we have forgotten.
quote by John F. Kennedy
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A nation which has forgotten the quality of courage which in the past has been brought to public life is not as likely to insist upon or regard that quality in its chosen leaders today--and in fact we have forgotten.
quote by John F. Kennedy
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The quality of mercy (conditions apply)
The quality of mercy,
Portia declared,
the quality of mercy is
suspended during the present conflict
the quality of mercy is
not the business of a Minister of Justice
the quality of mercy is
not a matter of individual conscience
the quality of mercy is
too subtle for public discussion
or law
the quality of mercy is
only for Shakespeare and stuff
the quality of mercy is
less stimulating than revenge
the quality of mercy is
no business of yours
the quality of mercy is
no concern of religious authorities
who should stay silent
the quality of mercy is
an outdated concept
the quality of mercy is
nothing to do with forgiveness
or circumstantial evidence
or the remission of sins
the quality of mercy is
no longer a matter of pride
the quality of mercy is
no longer a mark of humanity
the quality of mercy
would be OK if Obama said so
the quality of mercy
is one hell of a hot potato
cooked in oil
the quality of mercy
droppeth as the gentle
dew from heaven
upon a broken fuselage
and it is too much
or too little
for our understanding.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Looking In a Mirror
Reflecting upon their lives they sit.
Reminiscing the old days.
And discussing what and who is missed.
And how things today have changed drastically.
'It's like looking in a mirror.'
The elder says.
Of course his comments,
Go right over their heads.
And Those who sit and reflect upon their lives...
Ask themselves how and why things have decayed.
How did a quality of life,
Become one that has brought so much dismay,
And strife!
'It's like looking in a mirror.'
The elder says.
Of course his comments,
Go right over their heads.
'If they respected each other like brothers.
If the sisters insisted they get respect...
None of this would be here existing.
How did their lives turn out this way,
If they did not insist upon it?
Maybe they've forgotten,
They've made it rotten! '
And those who sit and reflect upon their lives...
Ask themselves how and why things have decayed.
How did a quality of life,
Become one that has brought so much dismay,
And strife!
Reflecting upon their lives they sit.
Reminiscing the old days.
And discussing what and who is missed.
And how things today have changed drastically.
'It's like looking in a mirror.'
The elder says.
Of course his comments,
Go right over their heads.
'They refuse to do that,
However!
But the whining they enjoy! '
The old man chuckles...
Ignored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's the quality of the ordinary, the straight, the square, that accounts for the great stability and success of our nation. It's a quality to be proud of. But it's a quality that many people seem to have neglected.
quote by Gerald R. Ford
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As Genuine As Those Who Know It
Whether it becomes displayed,
Or laid in the shadows to dust...
Quality is eventually discovered.
And known to show what it is.
Quality dusted never ages to rust.
No matter what attempts are made,
By those unappreciative of its value.
A quality that remains to be quality,
Is as genuine as those who know it!
Regardless of what rating it gets.
Quality can not be rated against,
That which it has no peers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Haven't Forgotten
I haven't forgotten when I meet you first!
I haven't forgotten when I greet you last!
I haven't forgotten your pretty face!
I haven't forgotten your smile and grace!
I haven't forgotten how we started chatting!
I haven't forgotten when we started dating!
I haven't forgotten our last walk together!
I haven't forgotten how I became a loser!
I haven't forgotten how it became too late!
I haven't forgotten when I understood fate!
I haven't forgotten that summer's northwester!
I haven't forgotten and won't forget ever!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Reset
Reality has been the first casuality,
Of this war!
The moment it was attacked...
A division between visions,
Started today's static!
And people relied on leaders who lied.
Except...
Very few knew that!
A nonsensed war was backed.
The creators just sat.
Burying the facts!
With lives lost not coming back.
Deep sadness fell on millions' backs.
And demons laughed at that!
Reset to erase?
Not this disgrace!
Whispered truths began to leak!
A disbelief brought shock and grief!
Time was lost,
And hearts that bled...
Could not lift up their weary heads.
A quality of life was gone,
With loved ones dead.
And this would not reset!
A quality of life was gone for all...
And disturbing this would get.
Fantasies was dreamt to keep,
Could never be reset.
And lies about this everyday...
Has faded happiness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Forgotten Soldier
The forgotten soldier. Hes getting older. Hes getting colder. Scarred for all eternity. Searching for divinity. Prayer yet to be answered. Smoking has just brought cancer. The forgotten soldier. Hes getting older. Hes getting colder. Looking for forgiveness in all the wrong places. So many name and so many faces. An anecdotal pun he has become. A history lesson has been undone. Wars never can be won. The forgotten soldier. Hes getting older. Hes getting colder. In his eyes lies the blood of many. Sleepless nights of sacrifice and murder. And in the end their is no one to comfort him. The forgotten soldier. Hes getting older. Hes getting colder. Times have changed. Now he can only wish he was flying a jet plane. Treated like dirt. Crippled and weak. And the man just turns the other cheek. The forgotten soldier. Hes getting older. Hes getting colder. Today is his birthday and he spends it in a nursing home all alone. To all he is forgotten dead and gone. But i remember, i remember all the forgotten soldiers.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The quality will remain when the price is forgotten.
quote by Henry Royce
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Where Has That Quality Of Life Gone Today?
Those that grow old but not 'up',
Live lives in recycled patterns.
A process that benefits routine...
Within set limitations,
That have come to demean common sense.
Those living to break away from those 'molds',
Had been referred to as nonconformists at one time.
Now the 'mavericks' have replaced them,
With no concern for the quality of life.
And when nonconformists were shunned...
They sought a better way of life for everyone.
And many attempted to do this,
Without the purchasing and selling...
Of illegal weapons such as guns.
And where has that quality of life gone today?
To the pleading of the needs of those greedy...
Who have left that quality of life stray,
Into corrupted decay.
With other 'necessities' politically and religiously valued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing defines the quality of life in a community more clearly than people who regard themselves, or whom the consensus chooses to regard, as mentally unwell.
quote by Renata Adler
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There are some people who have the quality of richness and joy in them and they communicate it to everything they touch. It is first of all a physical quality; then it is a quality of the spirit.
Of All The Poems I Have Written And Forgotten
OF ALL THE POEMS I HAVE WRITTEN AND FORGOTTEN
Of all the poems written and forgotten
Are there any worthy of remembrance?
I go on losing my poems as I make more of them-
The same old story
The future calls
And the past is forgotten
And all futures
Become past.
When will I learn to remember
My own work?
To cherish it
As I do that of others?
Line after line
Racing into the distance
Of a never- to- be – known
And forever forgotten
Unreality.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I suspect that even today, with all the progress we have made in liberal thought, the quality of true tolerance is as rare as the quality of mercy.
quote by Frank Knox
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Very Difficult to Achieve
Some folks achieve notoriety,
Based upon the quantity of their work.
Not as a result of the quality...
That can be observed.
However,
With a touch of therefore.
It is very difficult to achieve,
A sustained quality!
Well...
For some!
But after a while it really doesn't matter.
Folks will diminish one's ability,
To sustain a quality with quanity.
It happens.
Since the familiarity of it being delivered,
Becomes taken for granted.
Try maintaining substance over time.
It can be done.
But not recommended.
Folks don't associate work with it!
And sooner or later...
Whatever it is becomes disrespected.
For the uniqueness of its delivery.
And deduced as something that was done too easy.
And sleazing it becomes even easier.
Especially by those who rise in the morning...
Prepared to critique,
As part of what it is done they do...
To participate in this experience called life.
We all have a need to fulfill something we regard,
As valued by somebody, somewhere.
And so we do it.
Most times without thought at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Agony Of An Okada Rider
You have taken away my
means of livelihood.
My means of living confortable.
What is your gain
in my pain?
What is your fame
in my shame?
You say i take lives,
but you have forgotten how
many lifes i have saved.
You say it is a sign of poverty,
but were is the job opportunity?
You say i destroy roads,
but i can't remember seeing any
bike weighing more than a tipper.
You have forgotten how
i eradicate latenessless,
how i pass through traffic
jams without delay.
You have forgotten places
where your public transport
won't take.
Distance where human leg
would trek and ache.
You have forgotten the
helmet you gave.
You have forgotten.
Our little hope,
you have crushed,
leaving this memories
to linger on.
Now i to have to start all
over again.
From grace to grass.
poem by Enebeli Ifyprada
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That Appears to Be Your Curse
You are much too shallow,
Inexperienced and isolated...
To understand where I'm coming from!
You have no idea the quality of my dsyfunctions.
And the remarkable affects they have had,
On my perceptions.
I 'know' an experimentation of some kind has taken place.
Something that had disgraced but now doesn't.
Everyone I knew that grew up in the projects,
Have more insight today than most.
Of course some still hold onto small town antics...
However,
When we greet,
There seems a sanity about it!
And those who depicted our dilemma as abnormal,
Are the very same ones crazed today!
You figure that one out!
I don't want that to discuss.
Not with you and on my time.
You'll have to quality a justification,
For your own mental escape.
I extend my best wishes.
As I said, you are much too shallow,
Inexperienced and isolated...
To understand where I'm coming from!
You have no idea the quality of my dsyfunctions.
And the remarkable affects they have had,
On my perceptions.
I wasn't raised to believe I was 'chosen'.
I've been too blessed from the very beginning...
To realize that my siblings and I,
Are not the center of the universe.
That appears to be your curse!
As prescribed with the appropriate medications.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jelena
Of the imaginations of one's journey on earth,
And the values of the timeless treasures of life;
Jelena, the pure gold of Ophir is about to dawn on you.
Marriage is all that it takes for two to be united,
And love is the main key towards it;
But today is the muse of your love to your lover.
The bed of roses is at your doorsteps and,
With the delight of your hearts to unite as one;
Like yesterday's stories goneby.
Of the quality of the rule of a marriage,
Of the quality of the rule of one's life;
Of the quality of the rule of love,
Of the quality of the rule of a romance;
With the expectations to hold on so high when,
True love comes down on you.
Today is the muse of your love to your lover,
And true love is all that it takes for a marriage;
But to your friends and relatives in time like this,
The hopes and dreams ahead of you matters a lot.
To a special person in time like this,
With the blues of your life to share with your lover;
Like timeless treasures of life with an unexpected package.
The rule of marriage is what unites you two,
Like a colourful occasion with a keen curiosity;
But the treasures of life is full of memories to share with your love one.
Of the past events to the present of things around you,
For you two are now one body;
So try to enoy the latest endorsements which are now around you.
To all that muses and to your lover,
With the marriage bells of love to share;
Jelena, just be yourself to your new life in the name of marriage.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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