If you live for pleasure, your ability to enjoy it may pass away and your senses grow dim.
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The ability to take pleasure in one's life is a skill and is a kind of intelligence. So intelligence is a hard thing to evaluate and it manifests itself in so many different ways. I do think the ability to know how to live a life and not be miserable is a sign of that.
quote by Todd Solondz
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I Remembered You Today
for some reason
remembered the last
conversation with you
about adaptation
adulthood responsibilities
abilities opportunities
I still wish the best for you
like all the students like you
I once had memory wonderful
pleasure to know teach meet
I kinda wrote 2 poems for you
and any time anyone ever reads
them with any pleasure or joy
it will be because of you
you already know success
will follow you wherever
you go when you
put in the effort
with integrity
sincerity honesty
ability plus stick ability
backbone hard work
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Comforts and respects
An ass gets comforts
Where horses live.
An ass gets respects
Where asses live.
Bruises of senses are pain.
Bruises of ego are anger.
Cowardice lives with pain.
Egoists die with anger.
In anger, is there pleasure?
In pain where is pleasure?
18.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Chocolate Pleasure
I love the pleasure of chocolate
As it melts upon my tongue
It dribbles all through my mouth
And squishes around my gums
I close my eyes for a moment
As my senses are quite aware
Of the delicious wondrous flavor
Of chocolate lingering there
There are so many chocolate flavors
The dark and the medium too
White chocolate is truly scrumptious
Just perfect, my friend, for you
So whenever you need something sweet
You must try this simple treasure
Just pop a morsel into your mouth
And enjoy some chocolate pleasure!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XLIV
THE SAME CONTINUED
Yet we shall live without love, as some live
Without their limbs, their senses, maimed or deaf.
We even shall forget love, and shall thrive
And prosper and grow fat upon our grief.
You are consoled already more than half,
And wear your sorrow lightly. I will boast
No longer the refusal of relief
Than as a decent mourner of hopes crossed.
We yet shall laugh, and laughter is more loud
When following tears. The men who drive a hearse
Are not the least lighthearted of the crowd.
See, we have made love's epitaph in verse
And fairly buried him. God's ways are best.
Then home to pleasure and the funeral feast.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Senses Working Overtime
Hey, hey,
The clouds are whey.
Theres straw for the donkeys,
And the innocents can all sleep safely,
All sleep safely.
My, my,
Sun is pie.
Theres fodder for the cannons,
And the guilty ones can all sleep safely,
All sleep safely.
And all the world is football-shaped
Its just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in.
Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference
tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and the pleasure
And the church bells softly chime.
Hey hey,
Night fights day.
Theres food for the thinkers,
And the innocents can all live slowly,
All live slowly.
My, my,
The sky will cry
Jewels for the thirsty,
And the guilty ones can all die slowly ,
All die slowly.
And all the world is biscuit-shaped,
Its just for me to feed my face,
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste,
And Ive got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in.
Ive got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference,
tween a lemon and a lime,
Pain and the pleasure,
And the church bells softly chime,
And birds might fall from black skies,
And bullies might give you black eyes,
But to me its very, very beautiful
(englands glory!)
Beautiful
(a striking beauty!)
And all the world is football-shaped,
Its just for me to kick in space,
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste,
And Ive got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to tell the difference
tween the goods and grime
Turds and treasure
And theres one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference
tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and the pleasure,
And the church bells softly chime.
song performed by by Xtc
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Senses Working Overtime
Hey, hey,
The clouds are whey.
Theres straw for the donkeys,
And the innocents can all sleep safely,
All sleep safely.
My, my,
Sun is pie.
Theres fodder for the cannons,
And the guilty ones can all sleep safely,
All sleep safely.
And all the world is football-shaped
Its just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in.
Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference
tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and the pleasure
And the church bells softly chime.
Hey hey,
Night fights day.
Theres food for the thinkers,
And the innocents can all live slowly,
All live slowly.
My, my,
The sky will cry
Jewels for the thirsty,
And the guilty ones can all die slowly ,
All die slowly.
And all the world is biscuit-shaped,
Its just for me to feed my face,
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste,
And Ive got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in.
Ive got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference,
tween a lemon and a lime,
Pain and the pleasure,
And the church bells softly chime,
And birds might fall from black skies,
And bullies might give you black eyes,
But to me its very, very beautiful
(englands glory!)
Beautiful
(a striking beauty!)
And all the world is football-shaped,
Its just for me to kick in space,
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste,
And Ive got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to tell the difference
tween the goods and grime
Turds and treasure
And theres one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
Ive got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference
tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and the pleasure,
And the church bells softly chime.
song performed by by Xtc
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I Grow Old
i grow old, i grow old
i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled
and steal from TS Eliot
thinking no-one knows
i grow old, i grow old
i shall cease to do what i am told
and stay in bed till sunset
when the weather gets too cold
i grow old, i grow old
i shall only wear my crumpled clothes
and look disdainfully at others
when they roll up their nose
i grow old, i grow old
i shall watch events unfold
and take a greater pleasure
in an elder statesman role.
i grow old, i grow old
i shall never play lawn bowls
and never will watch cricket
that's too boring for the soul.
i grow old, i grow old
but i shall never be so bold
as to admonish others
when my views they do not hold.
poem by David Keig
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The Pleasure Spot
Pleasure is given up for pride
And pride is given up for pleasure.
When senses or ego is fed
The pleasure spot in the brain is trickled.
(09.06.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A hand in hand
Yes it is you and me
Under the shade of tree
We are bound to be free
To walk together and not to flee
Hand in hand
Still very close friend
We may live together
There is nothing to bother
There is no fear
Fine days to approach near
Storm may wither
We may walk always together
Nothing can change
It is only to manage
Time may soon tell
If everything goes well
It is simple vow
We don’t know how?
We may stick to promise
Only to enjoy and not to surprise
Happy days and pleasant nights
Days to pass on without any fights
Enjoy it to full with all dedication
Pass it to all as good indication
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sins and pleasure
Pleasure of sins lures me to sin.
Sins of pleasure follow me in.
I sow sins to harvest pleasure
And sow pleasure to harvest sins.
Virtues might promise me pleasure
But it is sins that assure of it.
Sins are the food meant for senses.
Virtues are the food made of ego.
I do sins to derive pleasure
And then repent to cleanse my soul.
Virtues I stay with; sins I flirt with.
29.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To Believe Impossibilities
do we need to sight grow sharper senses
or do we need to believe the impossibilities
our senses proclaim before our orb eyes
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Peace and pleasure to alternate
Peace can be the absence of fear.
Peace is not the pleasure.
Pleasure is the feeding of
The ego and the senses.
The rest is the peace and
The act is the pleasure
Like night and day.
02.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pleasure and suffering
Pleasure is suffering
And I am not indulging.
Stop running
And see I am standing.
Stare me
If you are willing
And do action I am doing.
Pleasure is pleasure
In action you can have it
Suffering is also pleasure
If you feel it
And if you are ready
To enjoy it.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Always with huge gratitude and pleasure I remember the films of Sergei Parajanov which I love very much. His way of thinking, his paradoxical, poetical . . . ability to love the beauty and the ability to be absolutely free within his own vision.
quote by Andrei Tarkovsky
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Sense Working Overtime
HH
H
HHHH ey hey, the clouds are whey, there's straw for the donkeys
H H and the innocents can all sleep safely all sleep
H H safely. my, my sun is pie there's fodder for the
HH cannons and the guilty ones can all sleep safely
all sleep safely. and all the world is football shaped, it's
just for me to kick in space and I can see, hear, smell, touch,
taste - and I've got one, two, three, four, five senses working
overtime trying to take this all in, I've got one, two, three,
four, five senses working overtime trying to taste the difference
'tween the lemons and limes the pain and the pleasure and
the church bells softly chime.. . .
hey hey, night fights day, there's food for the thinkers and the
innocents can all live slowly all live slowly my, my the
sky will cry jewels for the thirsty and the guilty one's can
all die slowly all die slowly. and all the world is
biscuit - shaped, it's just for me to feed my face and I can
see,hear, smell, touch, taste- and I've got one, two,three, four,
five sense working overtime trying to take this all in, I've got
one, two, three, four, five senses working overtime trying to taste
the difference 'tween the lemons and limes the pain and the
pleasure and the church bells softly chime.. . .
and birds might fall from black skies and bullies might give
you black eyes and busses might skid on black ice but
to me it's very very beautiful (england's glory!) beautiful
(a striking beauty!) and all the world is football - shaped,
it's just for me to kick in space and I can see, hear, smell,
touch, taste - and I've got one, two, three, four, five senses
working overtime trying to take this all in,I've got one,two,three,
four, five senses working overtime try to tell the difference
'tween the goods and crimes, dirt or treasure and there's
one, two, three, four,five senses working overtime trying to take
this all in, I've got one, two, three, four, five senses working
overtime trying to taste the difference 'tween the lemons and limes
the pain and the pleasure and the church bells softly chime.. .
andy-lead and backing vocals, acoustic guitar. colin-fretless bass
backing vocals. dave - electric 12-string guitar, percussion ----
terry - drums, drum synthesizer composed by a. partridge
song performed by by Xtc
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One of the marks of a truly vigorous society is the ability to dispense with passion as a midwife of action - the ability to pass directly from thought to action.
quote by Eric Hoffer
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Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape.
quote by Mervyn Peake
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Pleasure is the life
Painlessness is happiness.
Absence of fear is peacefulness.
Pleasure is something different.
Pleasure of sex is its peak.
Life worthiness lies in the duration
Of pleasure. Enjoy the life.
19.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Because I'm A Real Woman
Lie and try to build a home,
Among the kingdome of your lies,
But im the woman with millions of senses,
And never fears, to walk away and make your heart tear,
Cause when ill walk the ground under my feet,
Will shake and cry.
Lie but soon you will discover,
That your soul is covered,
With the fire of your lies,
But the woman in me ever sacrifices,
Her pride to make you feel satisfied.
Lie and laugh with all your heart,
And your silly ego let it feel proud,
But the woman on me does not exist,
There where all your lies lie,
Because when I will walk with my steps millions of man's hearts will shiver and fly..
Lie and enjoy the sense of greatness..
But that makes no sense,
Because your glory soon will fade,
The one who lies one time,
Will never feel shy,
To lie millions of times,
Once you has betrayed
someone's trust, Nothing could help you to gain it back,
Lie and enjoy the pleasure of being a perfect liear,
The man inside you lets fly higher,
But im the woman with honest soul,
And when ill walk,
Never again ill talk,
Even if my heart will cry,
But ill never turn back and try,
Once again to live your lie,
Its better for me to die.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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