Either do not attempt at all, or go through with it.
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I'd rather attempt to do something great and fail than to attempt to do nothing and succeed.
quote by Robert H. Schuller
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A fool cannot be protected from his folly. If you attempt to do so, you will not only arouse his animosity but also you will be attempting to deprive him of whatever benefit he is capable of deriving from experience. Never attempt to teach a pig to sing; it wastes your time and annoys the pig.
quote by Robert Heinlein
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To attempt seeing Truth without knowing Falsehood. It is the attempt to see the Light without knowing the Darkness. It cannot be.
quote by Frank Herbert
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In the transmission of human culture, people always attempt to replicate, to pass on to the next generation the skills and values of the parents, but the attempt always fails because cultural transmission is geared to learning, not DNA.
Gregory Bateson in Mind and Matter
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It must not be forgotten in fairness to the National Government that apartheid is not just a policy of oppression but an attempt - in my opinion an attempt doomed to failure - to find an alternative to a policy of racial integration which is fair to both white and black.
quote by Harry Oppenheimer
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Do Not Attempt To Understand Me
do not attempt to understand me
and tell me that this is this and this is what i have to do
for i do not need a shrink or another philosopher
they are all there inside the cabinet, locked and who knows
dying, but i am not that so cruel, for i still let them live
inside this void, and they still have the voices
though faint and well, i say, they have their own time,
but for the time being, i ask, that they must not attempt
to unlock me like i am a door with switches, a wall with bolts,
misplaced modifiers, incomplete clauses,
do they know that when they attempt to understand me
i die, like a meaning?
do they know that when the time comes for the riddle to be answered
and correctly at that,
i shall crumple like a paper sphinx?
there are those which are better be just themselves
undissipated, disassemble,
unconnected, dislodged, excreted,
for in truth, i prefer this self to just be...
unfolded, unfolding, it is more beautiful when
not understood, its mystery so beautiful, like
when you begin to explain a sunset
when you put in the square of your hands the sunrise
or the moon, that you contain
inside the iris of your eye.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Inspector Mills
Inspector mills Id like to tell you bout a girl I saw
At a party just the other night in beverly hills
Inspector mills I hope you find her and it dont take long
Watch my feelings for her growing strong in a war of wills
Inspector mills
I cant attempt to point you in her direction
I didnt see her walking out of the door
If I had taken my time shed be standing here still
Inspector mills
I recall once in my life I felt this way before
But I let her go and closed the door, walk away
Inspector mills I cant attempt to show the hurt in me
And just how much I need the company; search the valleys and the hills
You gotta find her mr. mills
I cant attempt to point you in her direction
I was blinded by the look in her eyes
If I had taken my time shed be sitting here still
Inspector mills
Oo, someday soon I might be in love with her
Inspector mills I guess youve taken quite a look around
Guess Ive heard the word from underground, shes gone for good
Inspector mills is it any crime for a fool like me
Try to use your time cause I wanna see; you just send me the bill
Inspector mills, inspector mills
I cant attempt to point you in her direction
I didnt see her walking out of the door
If I had taken my time shed be lying here still
Inspector mills, inspector
I cant attempt to point you in her direction
I was blinded by the look in her eyes
If I had just followed through then I wouldnt be calling you
song performed by by America
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Times Of Transition
times of transition
are painful difficult
saying too much
saying not enough
saying the wrong thing
or even the right thing
at the wrong time
even without trying
we are changing
as life
circumstances
change us
an attempt
to become
our greatest
potential
is a course
we must chart
ever
attempt
to follow
Inspired by the poem ‘I’ll Change for You’ by dave alan walker.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Conduct
No matter who we are,
All of us are judged...
Based upon our conduct.
And no distance is diminished,
By our conduct.
We can attempt to cover it,
But it's our conduct.
That beats most of us up!
No matter if we're rich or poor...
With doors gold plated or cardboard,
It's conduct!
We can attempt to cover it,
But it's our conduct.
That beats most of us up!
We have those moods and attitudes,
But what we do is not excused...
If conduct,
Is not a pleasantry that's seen.
If conduct,
Is perceived to be one mean.
It's conduct!
We can attempt to cover it,
And it is conduct.
That beats us up!
No matter if we're kind,
Most of the time.
And most of the time,
We show we are kind!
No matter if we're rich or poor...
With doors gold plated or cardboard,
It's conduct!
We can attempt to cover it,
But it's our conduct.
That beats most of us up!
We have those moods and attitudes,
But what we do is not excused...
If conduct,
Is not a pleasantry that's seen.
If conduct,
Is perceived to be one mean.
It's conduct!
We can attempt to cover it,
And it is conduct.
That beats us up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Wishfulness of Their Own Deaths
With an attempt to defeat,
Their own demise they amongst themselves.
Have clearly created.
They.
Those of brilliance and of stated greatness,
Imploded from within.
With an understated division,
Biased by racism
They take liberties to expose their incompetence,
To those around the world.
Looking in on them.
With an attempt to defeat,
Their own demise they amongst themselves.
Have clearly created.
Whatever respect that is believed they have earned,
Shows their wish to control and rule the world.
An effort that has destroyed,
Visions of this attempt that brings to them an end.
The question to ask from all who now see,
How these deceiving tasks bleed needlessly.
Is a gluttony wish to achieve,
By a few who view themselves powerful with greed...
Worthy of a destuction to come,
To have such an ignorance welcome?
And if it is those tears wept.
Will haunt not the weak,
But those who implemented unconsciously.
The wishfulness of their own deaths.
And.
This just might be,
The solution to correct.
The spreading of their mental disease.
To leave humanity eventually with a wholesome.
And one respected by all that's lived in peace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Easier Way to Get Outside
I feed ideas.
And they still attempt to produce,
Fire from striking rocks.
I see them,
Knocking their heads against walls.
I do my best to show them...
An easier way to get outside,
Is to use the door.
That's what it is there for.
I feed ideas.
And they still attempt to produce,
Fire from striking rocks.
I turn on the lights.
And no one notices,
The switch.
I am accused of having magic powers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Life
I am...
Committed.
To unlimitness to give it.
I am...
Seeking to be free.
Yeah.
I am...
Committed.
To unlimitness to give it.
And to admit...
The benefit.
I am...
Committed.
To unlimitness to give it,
And this seems to fit...
Me,
Just perfectly.
Yes, I am...
Committed.
To unlimitness to give it.
With a happiness to give and get.
I am...
Devoted to possibilities.
Oh,
I am...
Sleepless until I attempt to reach.
I am...
Committed.
To unlimitness to give it.
I am...
Devoted to possibilities.
Oh,
I am...
Committed.
To unlimitness to give it.
I am...
Sleepless until I attempt to reach.
Oh,
I am...
Sleepless until I attempt to reach.
Yes, I am...
Life.
And, I am...
Not a substitution.
I am...
Life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mind Fed Rituals
When determined people,
Pray to God to have their way...
And God sends to them messengers,
To scream from bullhorns...
This is not going to happen.
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
Leave people like this.
These people only value,
The physical aspects of life.
People like this will make their mission,
To enlist others to value their point of view.
Even to select and depict those unknowing,
They have been chosen as culprits...
By someone who did not like,
How they were told...
To remove their rose colored glasses!
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
Leave people like this.
These people only value,
The physical aspects of life.
And the 'spiritual' side of it...
Is a routine of mind fed rituals,
Outdated by a lack indepth perception.
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
A common sense for many,
That has been diluted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Don't Believe
You don't believe -- I won't attempt to make ye:
You are asleep -- I won't attempt to wake ye.
Sleep on! sleep on! while in your pleasant dreams
Of Reason you may drink of Life's clear streams.
Reason and Newton, they are quite two things;
For so the swallow and the sparrow sings.
Reason says `Miracle': Newton says `Doubt.'
Aye! that's the way to make all Nature out.
`Doubt, doubt, and don't believe without experiment':
That is the very thing that Jesus meant,
When He said `Only believe! believe and try!
Try, try, and never mind the reason why!'
poem by William Blake
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Not to keep us free
We may even see
An attempt not to keep us free
A slavery of different kind
Where man kills man after going blind
Some of the acts performed under compulsion
Mute spectator without raising any question
Life is meant to be observed
And clearly enjoy if deserved
We can’t blame entirely on fate
Some of the reactions from us come very late
We may shut the eyes and look around
Nothing special is there to be found
We can’t remain complacent
It is common movement
As we are human being
We can allow other persons for miseries to bring
We must stand against and help our brethren
That should be our main concern
We must stand like rock and offer stiff resistance
If any attempt is made to ruffle our voice even once
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Find I Must Clear The Air
Why can I smell your lies?
And each time...
Before you attempt one,
I find I must clear the air.
Before you put one in it!
Why can I smell your lies?
And your mood that arrives with attitude,
Is something that's done...
To announce a lieing done comes.
And you're the one stun I no longer get upset.
That dance you do as a prelude to your tales,
Needs more direct eye contact.
And less shuffling of your feet.
And those lips you lick between nonsense sentences,
Could use more moisterizer.
Since the heat that keeps them cracked,
Comes out of a familiar twisted mouth.
You're the only one that hasn't figured yourself out.
Why can I smell your lies?
And each time...
Before you attempt one,
I find I must clear the air.
Before you put one in it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be Original...
i can relate to you
distant friend, when in any moment
you face a blank wall,
when you cannot remember a word
when you reconstruct an adage
and suit it to your own liking,
i can very well relate to that wall
that shuts you out from any idea,
that slip of the tongue
that tip
that does not say what you want to
at this minute,
do not attempt to please
this world
do not attempt to filter thoughts
like words like pebbles
or sands with sea water escaping from
a screen
do not impress, that is the one that makes you
forget,
that lessens you
emaciating you into a clown
a page
heroes are originals, they have no fear
ugly or what, they are always what they are
be good, write the first word that comes into your mind
do not recall what beauty was there that you have first seen
contemplate, close your eyes,
see yourself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Do That Quite Too Well With the Others
I wish I could appease you more than I do.
But that would leave me sitting in a vacantness.
Wrestling within with an unrest.
I would get upset with myself.
Especially if I left you feeling you could fly.
And I told you lies...
To see you make attempt after attempt,
With only one wing.
The humor of the sight of that,
Would only last but for so long!
And I'd be back.
Pacing with a regret I do not endear.
I am not professional at juggling doubts.
Not of my own.
Nor do I condone that skill of others.
I'd rather get you heated and pissed.
At least you would be expressing something other,
Than a pretentiousness that has its limits.
And I like to see you get raw!
Jaws dropping, draws and all.
Flipping out of your wits end.
And not for my own satisfaction,
Administered and you would produce.
But to see you loose.
With that cork removed from your ass.
I am not going to let you pretend with me.
You do that quite too well with the others!
And if I wanted to be entertained...
I can do that alone!
At least I don't have to question...
Anyone's honesty,
On how I am being perceived.
Or how I wish my emotions to be delivered,
With the best of intentions given
Based upon my requests.
And left resumés of those,
I chose to boost my ego!
I've learned the art of 'getting down and funky'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expressive Explication...An Endeavor!
Whatsoever an attempt penned shall surely run amiss:
Alas, attempt I shall, an exposition into sentiment next...the KISS!
Roused was I, the very moment...liable to my soul's birth!
Confidence and exactitude: they do abound, lo, still this dearth!
Exaltation, scarcely harmonized by any, before or since,
Excepting this, consequent to it, shall cultivate hence!
Boundless and beauteous, as is Heaven above:
Glorious and resplendent, such is our love!
Its splendor inimitable, though the multitudes, for such, have sought,
The reckless aspiration for thus, the basis for battles fought!
What awe-inspiring purpose it's possession does bring,
Once but a man, love now in my heart, now truly...a King!
Nary an occasion as this, counting time immemorial,
Has there subsisted so comparable a union, amatorial!
Maurice Harris,23 May 2006
poem by Maurice Harris
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Poetry Redefined
an attempt
for something
that you
are not good at?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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