I' been very partial to Malcolm X, particularly his self-help teachings.
quote by Clarence Thomas
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M is for Malcolm
M is for Malcolm
I once owned a cat.
A is for aristocratic
just like my cat
L is for liver
which is what I fed my cat
C is for community
in which we all had cats
O is for obvious
which is that I have a cat
L is for Love
which I shared with my cat
M is for Malcolm
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I have no mercy or compassion in me for a society that will crush people, and then penalize them for not being able to stand up under the weight.
Malcolm X in The Autobiography of Malcolm X
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You can always chase a dream but it will not count if you never catch it.
Malcolm X in The Autobiography of Malcolm X
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Man is always partial and is quite right to be. Even impartiality is partial.
quote by Georg Christoph Lichtenberg
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If a man would follow, today, the teachings of the Old Testament, he would be a criminal. If he would follow strictly the teachings of the New, he would be insane.
quote by Robert G. Ingersoll
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Malcolm X raised my consciousness about myself and my people and other people more than any person I know. I knew him before he became Malcolm X.
quote by Lena Horne
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Buy A Pair Of Gloves
You've got to be from out of town?
'Yes, I am.
How did you know that? '
Your eyes are too bright,
And dance with clarity.
That last statement you made...
About 'doing unto others,
As you would have them do unto you...
Added to my awareness.
Since 'you' HERE are among the few.
'Well...
Certain teachings I have learned to hold onto.'
Good luck!
I hope those teachings don't slip from your fingers.
'I...
My friend,
Will always remain the optimist.'
And I...
My friend,
Suggest you buy a pair of gloves.
To fit your hands to allow you a firm grip.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Falter At Times
At times applauding the old and young is similar,
The unwavering support we trend towards is missing.
Centralize on this issue and why hearten thousands of young
Where hundreds of children teem with darkness?
The freedom clashes frontally from all the collisions,
Complexion changes accordingly, just what is eventful?
Pursuits of the old hearts and heads runs thick with learning,
Inside the head is a brain and where are the teachings?
Of the old and young, where are the teachings of the family?
poem by Naveed Akram
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About The Precept I Take Heed
When I study Nursing I learned, and take heed
To respect all person and took care of their needs
When I learned and write in this literary works - the poetry
Within, I learned, write divine teachings - the theology
I commend God I learned both of them
And the similarity within about them
Humaneness I learned, divine teachings that guides me
To respect and treat all person without disparity
Ency Bearis
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poem by Ency Bearis
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One Leg Anne and the Innocent Flirt.
Sister Mary pushed Anne
in her wheelchair
to the white table
where you were sitting
with Lydia Sad
and Malcolm
and a curly headed girl
with burn scars
on her face and neck
there
said the nun
here you can sit
and wait for breakfast
and catch the morning sun
Anne looked glumly
at the sky
and said nothing
as the nun
walked away
I wonder
what's for breakfast?
Malcolm asked
stewed cat on toast
Anne said
looking at Lydia Sad
whose blonde hair
and blue eyes
gave her
an angelic look
that's horrible
the girl with burn scars said
don't eat it then
Anne said
Malcolm looked at you
it wouldn't be that
would it?
He asked
no
you said
Anne's just having you on
why do you have to spoil
my fun Skinny Boy?
Anne said
it's not funny
Lydia muttered
not funny to say that
about cats being on toast
how are your haemorrhoids?
Anne asked Lydia
saw the fat nun
giving you the bum pill
Lydia blushed
and Malcolm looked
at the white table top
I'm telling Sister Bernadette
about you
the girl with burn scars said
go put your head
between your thighs
and breathe the air
Anne said
the girl got up
and left the table
followed by Lydia
and Malcolm
that's got rid of them
Skinny Boy
Anne said
why are you so horrible?
you asked
looking at her red skirt
just covering the stump
of her amputated leg
have a good look Skinny Boy
and she pulled up
her skirt to reveal
the naked flesh
and plump stump
you noticed
how the scar
seemed to pull
into a smooth redness
what do you think?
Anne asked
I've seen it before
you replied
when?
She asked
you showed me
the other week
while you were being weight
in the bathroom
she smiled
and pulled down
her skirt
I like you Skinny Boy
you're just
an innocent flirt
and she laughed
and her wheelchair rocked
and you smiled
and wondered
what she meant
by the word flirt
and looked discreetly
at her short red skirt.
poem by Terry Collett
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Why? Why? Why?
Why do I want to prove that I am the best,
Everyone around me is superficial, according to my test.
Don't we hear it age after age, that we all have equal rights on this Earth?
We all have to work our something, before we hit the dirt.
Why? We ask throughout of our life,
We ignore the teachings of Love and we are cutting up others with a knife.
We have great teachings already, which we try hard to ignore,
Trying to prove that we are right, not the age old mentor.
Men fights men, woman fights woman,
So it starts early in childhood with the children.
They all want to prove who is stronger, smarter, richer,
And humanity gives medal and applause to the winner.
Aren't we all in that same boat?
On this same Earth we all want to cut the others throat.
Why can't we live in Peace, Harmony and Respect?
Why don't I start with myself, with my very own self respect?
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Ocean
Here comes the ocean
And the waves down by the sea
Here comes the ocean
And the waves where have they been
Dont swim tonight my love, the sea is mad my love
Its known to drive men crazy
Malcolm has burned at sea, the castle it sits and reeks
The madness can make you hazy
But here come the waves
Down by the shore
Washing the rocks that have been here
Centuries or more
Down by the sea
Here come the ocean
And the waves down by the sea
Here comes the ocean
And the waves where have they been
Castles glowing at night, towers above out fright
Warlocks decapitating
Malcolm he lives on hate, serve your brain on a plate
Feasts on your mouth for dinner
But here come the waves
Down by the sea
Washing the eyes of the men
Who have died
Down by the sea
Here come the waves
Here come the waves
Here come the waves
Here come the waves
song performed by by Lou Reed
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On His Deafness
'Speak up - no need to shout -I'm not THAT deaf! '
- do I have real reason to complain,
if years of partial listening have brought
now partial hearing in their fateful train?
O Milton - isn't it curious: the blind
evoke our instant feelings of compassion -
while deafness calls some idiot state to mind,
evoking, far from pity - irritation?
Those saintly mystics would just praise their God
that He, to speed their simple saintliness,
brings outer deafness so that inner Word
in cloistered silence, bring a greater bliss...
So may I bear affliction in good part
and hope to hear the louder in the heart.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sonnet: On His Deafness
‘Speak up! No need to shout – I’m not t h a t deaf..! ’
-do I have any real right to complain
if years of partial listening have brought
now partial hearing in their fateful train?
O Milton – isn’t it curious: the blind
evoke our instant feelings of compassion;
while deafness calls some idiot state to mind –
evoking, far from pity – irritation!
Those saintly mystics would just praise their God
that He, to speed their simple saintliness,
brings outer deafness, so that inner Word
in cloistered silence brings a greater bliss..
So may I bear affliction in good part:
and hear a greater, louder word in heart.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Wind Of Change
There is a wind of change around you and,
I want to be your lover my sweet one;
So do remember the days of old and,
Think of the generations long past.
Listen oh earth to my poetry and,
Let my teachings fall upon you like rain!
For we belong to the mountains top where,
The eagles go out to play.
The law is eveident that one can pretend ignorance,
And of the teachings that touches you like the rain;
For i am from a city called Adam and,
You are enjoying the wind of change.
Along the seacoast of love,
If it can fit in then it is okay;
For i will treat you mercifully and faithfully my love,
And this scarlet cord is a sign between us.
I've got a long way on this love and,
I want to put my head down for a short nap;
But the butterflies will not allow me to sleep,
Because i saw your place of love afar off.
I will go yonder to worship you my love,
And like the varying spirits of men;
But, the wind of change does bath you all over.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Balancing On The Edge Of Jeopardy
Children are a strange commodity.
A product of our teachings...
And a reflection of the environment.
Like unnecessary attachments,
Sometimes they can be.
So innocent and sweet when born...
To grow into untamed weeds,
We pray to bloom into prized accessories.
Yes!
Compared to those 'things',
We pride ourselves to keep.
We hope our lessons teach them well.
But no one really knows,
In what direction our children will eventually...
Choose to go.
Children,
As we believe we know them...
Are a strange commodity.
A product of our teachings...
And a reflection of the environment.
And 'if' the environment isn't condusive,
To the mental health of our 'kids'...
Any future we perceive that is deserving that comes,
Can either be brightened with enlightenment...
Or hang nervously balancing on the edge of jeopardy.
And,
Our expectations void of consistent encouragement...
May be a bit too high for them to fly without obedience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everybody has to be somebody to somebody to be anybody.
quote by Malcolm Forbes
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Do what's right. Do it right. Do it right now.
quote by Malcolm Forbes
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Try to mean everything to someone and something to everyone.
Codrin Stefan Tapu in Teachings on Being
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We should not run away from religious teachings. We should run to them.
quote by James Carville
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