We felt often that we were perceived as mothers trying to be lawyers, while a male colleague of ours who had a young child was perceived as a lawyer who also happened to be a father.
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To most people), distant pepper is perceived as being sweet, and close sweets are perceived as being bitter.
Doth the reality of sensible things consist in being perceived? or, is it something distinct from their being perceived, and that bears no relation to the mind?
quote by George Berkeley
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Without Humbleness How Can Am I Near What I Am?
This is I am,
when one talks about lifetimes, how can he be close to one beyond birth and death,
having no life between!
Those who can bring closer to my attention are not different from me!
I am watching my own video running in which my face is missing!
When I learn myself Is faceless
But can smile behind any face,
I can be near,
what I am.
When I can feel pain beyond my body, but in everybody, happiness in me and not anything outside me,
I may be close to what I am!
when I become still and time stops and space not felt as there can't be any space beyond me, the boundless perceived,
shapeless one perceived in any shape,
I can be close to I am!
Thanks for all,
thanks to all,
because without humbleness,
I am far away from what I am
No how can be near what I am!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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At one point, I was just perceived as only being angry, but now I'm being perceived as angry, peaceful, and spiritual.
quote by Alanis Morissette
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Perceived insults
In the list of human indulgences,
‘perceived insults’ rank high in personal irresponsibility:
it’s when you take offence on behalf of another
whom you hadn’t spoken to, anyway, to ask them..
as for instance, insulting a teacher’s intelligence
by suggesting that she has acted out of malice;
or insulting a small child by suggesting
that his name ‘Mohammed’
given him by his parents,
is itself an insult to the Prophet;
what a luxury for the holier-than-thou,
the whited sepulcres, and those who use
perceived victimisation by other faiths
as a tool of their aggression…
well, you get the drift…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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At only 9 years old
At only 9 years old
At age you see your father as a hero
Reads you bedtimes stories and sings lullaby even in your dreams
Your night and shinning amour of a fortress in which you sleep
A friend when you have your mind to speak
But at nine years old, you learn life is cold
He is your pimp so as to feed his alcoholic need
When you are born your soul is of renaissance
But how abusive he is, it took no rocket science
A mother who was suppose to have a heart of paradise
And yet she stood aside as you where raped and vandalized
At only nine years old you tiny flesh ripped apart and sold
Filled with dirt and dressed with mold
By your own father you learnt how to hate a man
By your own mother you never really had a friend
As day in day out elderly man had a feast upon you breasts
With tears in your eyes you felt his thrust and heavy bosoms upon you chest
Only for a couple of rands, like rent to be met for his appetite
At only nine years you saw your hole life deteriorate
The school you learnt was that of life
Education syllabus was how to survive
They sat in the living like nothing had happened
And when one was done another would approach like a pattern in segment
Did they not father their own children?
Or was the greed of lust more devilish then satan
That these molesters and rappers confined to without remorse
And a mother and father who perceived you as their biggest resource
At age nine the real reason you lived was because you where afraid to die
But the real you was dead keeping you alive
I cry the tears you cry even if I not know you
Having your own father rape you because your mother allows him to
She says that’s the way of learning life
Maybe in her death she will realize you are just a child
Locked in your room butler windows for now escape
And yet everyday you prayed and still had faith
At age nine you never had a doll to play
Reality had forced you to a sex slave
How can a father upon his own child prey?
How can a father upon his own child prey?
How can a father upon his own child prey?
poem by Kgagamatso Chimelwane
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Bible Burning III
'Look', I protested, 'I voted for Obama. And I probably will again. And I have a degree from bible school that I still owe for. So, there'.
The hulking form shrugged, mumbled something and continued dancing.
Someone, obviously a colleague, ran up with a wheel-barrow full of slightly worn Gideons', doubtless collected from the surrounding hotels. These he dumped alongside the raging bon-fire.
'More fuel', he cackled. 'Hey, is this guy botherin' you'?
'Nah, 'e's just tryin' t' get warm. We're havin' a conversation.
This, I thought, was fair.
'Oh, ok'.
And turning about he drove his wheel-barrow off.
S'Ah'g'wan. So arrest me, already.
'You couldn't afford a lawyer', I said, disdainfully.I will not have those bibles treated like Qu'rans.
'Lawyers', he cried, and spat. Lawyers think they're above the law'.
I had obviously touched a nerve.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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A Forgotten Word And Person
Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief.
That old saying forgot to say thief.
For there's more of them
than any of the others.
They steal from everyone,
even their own mothers.
Now here in America
people are buyin' guns,
even those mothers
who are fearin' their own sons.
Now the sun still shines
and the stars are in the sky.
The doctors and the lawyers
are wonderin' why
everyone's lookin' at them
as if they are a thief?
and no one even cares about
the Indian Chief.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Temperamentally, Sam and I are very much alike. He's a lawyer, my father's a lawyer, and I always wanted to play one. On so many levels the role just felt right. I fell in love with it as I would a woman.
Beauty, whether moral or natural, is felt, more properly than perceived.
quote by David Hume
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A Way They Express Their Gratitude
When one allows him or herself,
To follow the dictates of a child.
Perceived by others to be mature,
But isn't.
That very same child will grow,
To believe a controlling over others is easy.
And a disrespect shown for parents left,
In convalescent homes.
Is a way they express their gratitude.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I love the irony. I'm perceived as being really young and yet I have the clinical condition of an old man.
quote by Michael J. Fox
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The dilemma felt by science fiction writers will be perceived in other creative endeavors.
quote by Vernor Vinge
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A lot of record company people, even though they're our age, want to be perceived as young hip guys, and they're hurting the business.
quote by John Mellencamp
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Angelic Qualities
Never did I tell you and I thought that you should know.
The first time I saw you in my mind I perceived a girl of angelic qualities,
And even though she was wingless she seemed to fly,
Her eyes a light unto the world, her eyes shimmering void
As though an ocean deep and sleepless dwelled within.
I knew before I knew you that I would love you and I
Knew that I would never tell you in the time we had.
I perceived you to be so far beyond me, a goddess,
Your own beauty beyond boundary.
Journey well soulful warrior and sleep tight within sweet dreams.
poem by David Lacey
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Everyone values things differently. In other words, they place their own value on everything that affects their lives. Also from moment to moment they may even change their values. Such as a person, who values diamonds above all else, might be willing to trade a gallon of diamonds for a drink of water to save his life in a desert. What this means is value is a relative thing depending on a need or a perceived need. Yet, how many people will argue and even violently fight over the perceived value of something or some idea only later have an entirely different view point or value.
quote by Sidney Madwed
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The African Mother
Who battles with sleep when her child is sick?
Her surveillance around him alone is a cure
Who knows the meanings to her child's actions?
Who understands the heartbeats of her children?
She feels it in her abdomen when her child is hurt
Who fathoms out the daunting of her child
She pacifies the anger of her with just the insertion of her nipple in his mouth
It is you the African mother
You make your wards have confidence in you
Every child calls to his mothers name when he is not comfortable
Who is the child that cries with the father's name?
Which child threaten to tell what has happened to his father
Every child confines in you why because your love never wanes
Your love so pure like crystal
Your sagacity surpasses all women
You never join the dance of the world who thinks everything is fatalistic
You are never fortified by the ignominious traits of your children
In tattered penury you cater for your children
Through thick and thin you struggle to feed your home
Your utmost priority is to set food on the table
You give your children the opportunity you never had
You imbibe into your children reverences
To respect the elderly
poem by Ortiz Antwi
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You Removed Yourself From My Agenda
Whatever it is you wish to give to me,
At this late hour...
Of my perceived need.
I don't want.
You keep it.
What you once had,
I hungered.
And that time has passed.
Along with you as a priority.
You removed yourself from my agenda.
Remember?
You unlocked my heart...
Throwing away the key.
You have no idea how glad I am,
I did not make any copies...
For your repeat.
Whatever it is you wish to give to me,
At this late hour...
Of my perceived need.
I don't want.
You keep it.
I have made some renovations.
And the first thing I replaced...
Was your constant face in my mind!
The second thing done took a little longer.
I learned to strengthen my own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I was a Child
I was not the one
Who killed my father
I was quite young
When he died.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
They say he loved me
Willed me grow great
He played with me
We sang in the eves.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
We hoped for brightness
And for tomorrow
Then he slumped
To breathe his last.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
Dirge for me I pray
Papa lives no longer
Beady salt water drops
From my sockets.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
Things happened fast
Leaving me stunned
I racked my brain
I rack it still.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
I cling onto mama
Perhaps she'll keep
Will console me well
For days gone by.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
I search her eyes
To find some faith
She must stay here
Ever at my side.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
She too escapes
Abandons me quick
I am raw and untaught
I have learned no trade.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
My father's brothers
Like not my face
Gang together, they say
We must squelch him.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
He must not be great
Like his father
How he struts
Like the old block!
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
This chip will be a cyber
If we lag and tarry
Hound him like the jackal
Aim at his blood.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
I run fast and scurrily
I fain would live
Great to be like papa
Greater even than he.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
Now I am a man
I truly can know
I am not too dazed
Even to think.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
poem by Samuel Munachim
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Therefore let men withdraw themselves from errors; and laying aside corrupt superstitions, let them acknowledge their Father and Lord, whose excellence cannot be estimated, nor His greatness perceived, nor His beginning comprehended.
quote by Lactantius
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