It is unbecoming for young men to utter maxims.
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Remember what is unbecoming to do is also unbecoming to speak of.
D'Un Certain Âge
I'd often wonder, 'What's with my age?
What; s with it that people get enraged? '
I mean, come on, I'm only twelve, OK,
Can't I do things my way?
They would tell me, 'Dude, you're too young,
Get out of here, ' then they'll treat me like dung.
What is this, discrimination and such?
It irritates me very much!
Some would utter, 'It's alright, you'll be fine,
Being young isn't actually a crime.'
But on the back of their minds, they would say,
'Shut up young lass, you'd be alone someday.'
What's the big deal, is it wrong,
To use your own tunes to make your own song?
Do you have to make me suffer this much,
Even though I'm not doing any wrongs or such?
To be frank with you, I think you're insane,
'Cause you're meddling with somebody else's game.
This girl's already of a certain age,
And already shifting her life's next page.
poem by Emmanuelle Sanders
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An offer of friendship to a friend's foe is unbecoming an honorable man.
Demand
Listen!
Dear dream of utter aliveness-
Touching my body of utter death-
Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliveness,
The flaming source of your bright breath.
Tell me, O dream of utter aliveness-
Knowing so well the wind and the sun-
Where is this light
Your eyes see forever?
And what is the wind
You touch when you run?
poem by Langston Hughes
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The maxims of men reveal their characters.
quote by Luc de Clapier
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I think reading Shakespeare's plays when I was young was extremely important. He had the ability to make utter strangers come alive.
In Imitation Of Anacreon
Let 'em Censure: what care I?
The Herd of Criticks I defie.
Let the Wretches know, I write
Regardless of their Grace, or Spight.
No, no: the Fair, the Gay, the Young
Govern the Numbers of my Song.
All that They approve is sweet:
And All is Sense, that They repeat.
Bid the warbling Nine retire:
Venus, String thy Servant's Lyre:
Love shall be my endless Theme:
Pleasure shall triumph over Fame:
And when these Maxims I decline,
Apollo, may Thy Fate be Mine:
May I grasp at empty Praise;
And lose the Nymph, to gain the Bays.
poem by Matthew Prior
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Maxims are the condensed good sense of nations.
quote by James Mackintosh
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True love is like the appearance of ghosts: everyone talks about it but few have seen it.
aphorism by La Rochefoucauld from Maxims (1665)
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I was told to challenge every spiritual teacher, every world leader to utter the one sentence that no religion, no political party, and no nation on the face of the earth will dare utter: 'Ours is not a better way, ours is merely another way.
quote by Neale Donald Walsch
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The idle remarks of the rich are taken as maxims of wisdom by the poor.
Anecdotes and maxims are rich treasures to the man of the world, for he knows how to introduce the former at fit place in conversation.
In spite of his practical ability, some of his experience had petrified into maxims and quotations.
quote by George Eliot
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Anecdotes and maxims are rich treasures to the man of the world, for he knows how to introduce the former at fit place in conversation.
When I Was Young I Cried
When I was young I cried when I was sad, when I was young I cried when I was happy, when I was young I cried when I wanted something, when I was young I cried when I was lonely, when I was young I cried when I had to say goodbye, when I was young I cried when my feelings were hurt, when I was young I cried when I wasn't accepted, when I was young I cried when I was mocked, when I was young I cried for attention, when I was young I cried when I was scared, when I was young I cried when I hurt others, when I was young I cried when I felt physical pain, when I was young I cried when I was jealous, when I was young I cried when I lost someone or when I was lost somewhere, when I was young I cried when I didn't know, and now as an adult I cry because I understand.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Sounds of grief
Must I remind you, Cleis,
that sounds of grief
are unbecoming in
a poet's household?
and that they are not
suitable in ours?
Sappho
tr. Barnard
(Philosphy Poem) A Passing
Fun with a redundant pleasure.
Take heed of such measures.
Attention seeking is so unbecoming.
Don't get me wrong, everyone desires it.
But some can do without, while other can not.
To relate, but not demand.
To try understand.
Within reason.
Everything has a flavor and a season.
Some more liked the others.
But as the saying goes.
This too shall come to pass.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Sixth Woman
All the women must envy her.
Because she is the woman that I truly love.
I have surrendered every atom of my being.
All my time is hers.
She takes away my education, my career, my past
My present, my future.
She takes away my soul.
My liberty, my thoughts
My feelings, my rationality
She is everything,
I mumble before her
And I tell everything
There are no secrets
There is only beauty, truth, and goodness.
She is regal.
She takes me whole.
She is eating me whole.
She will break me, she will kill me.
I have nothing left, and she can make me take
What belongs to others so I still have something to give her
To cater to all her demands
Whims
Caprices
She takes my books, my rings, my watches,
She takes my house, my car, my attaché case
She takes my savings, my fortune
She takes everything away from me
And I cry before her
I laugh like crazy
With what is happening to me
And she does not mind
Unmoved, unthinking
Unbreakable
Undone
Un-self
Un-real
To her real-ness
Unbecoming of me
She is unbecoming of me to all the other women in my life
She is forever
Omnipresent, omnivorous,
Omnipotent,
She is
Goddess
All the women say,
I am finished
And I deserve her
And they all wish
My eternal damnation
My eternal suffering
To a hell of perfection
Through her the retaliation is complete
The vengeance perfect.
I am helpless
She is the sixth woman,
The sixth sense
She is poetry and I am her slave.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Relationship With A Candy Cane
a relationship with a candy cane
interseting. utter disaster.
my beloved candy cane
i love you so.
the love is an utter disater.
i you so much that i hate you,
paradox as twisted asyour stripes. no sound from your face.
a forcful touch
a relationship with a candy cane my beloved hated
utter disaster.
poem by Victoria Lee
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