The secret of being miserable is to have leisure to bother about whether you are happy or not. The cure for it is occupation.
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The secret of being miserable is to have the leisure to bother about whether you are happy or not. The cure is occupation.
quote by George Bernard Shaw
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The only way to avoid being miserable is not to have enough leisure to wonder whether you are happy or not.
quote by George Bernard Shaw
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Misery One O One
there is this philosophy
(and i assure you it is adopted by many
perhaps,
without their knowing it) that-
when we make ourselves miserable
people who are miserable
(and the majority is miserable
for quite long)
...will love you for it, since you are like a fallen angel
from up there
and here you are without wings and muddy and bruised
and very much like all of them
and now
with them.
they will love you for this misery
and since you have not really experienced true love
(since you feel that you are abandoned
and molested by whom, how do i know?)
you accept
love in misery
misery loving another misery
misery that seeks company
and here is company....
and so look at this paradox of you
(you do not deserve this, but you choose it just the same)
happy, so happy, in the midst of miserable people
wallowing in misery
the big house in the exclusive millionaire's row
where you once lived
waits for you
you can be there anytime you want
as you still immerse in that feigned misery
Misery 101.
They will give you a grade for that.
Have fun.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Happy, Happy, Happy!
There's nothing wrong with me
...I'm happy
I live life to wake each day
...and be happy
i want to enjoy it in each and every way
...and be happy
I feel content to be here now
...i'm very happy
To be depressed i wouldn't know how
...because i'm happy
i walk each day with a smile on my face
...yep, because i'm happy
i don't like to cry or be sad
...because my life is happy
i think being miserable, is what makes people lives bad
...so, you guessed it, i'm happy
are you? =]
poem by Heather Coldwell
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In terms of the idea of long-term occupation - I have been reading a little bit more about this period - and you can see in that occupation are many lessons for the current occupation of Iraq. So we have these connections that go way back that people aren't aware of.
quote by Edwidge Danticat
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Be happy
Be happy for you and no one else
Be happy in the way you treat yourself
Be happy for your future
Be happy for your culture
Be happy for who you are
Be happy when life gets hard
Be happy and you will see
That happines can cure everything
poem by Jean Pullman
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I am moreover inclined to be concise when I reflect on the constant occupation of the citizens in public and private affairs, so that in their few leisure moments they may read and understand as much as possible.
quote by Marcus V. Pollio
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Cancer For The Cure
The kids are diggin up a brand new hole
Where they put their deadbeat mom
Grandpas happy watching video porn
With the closed caption on
And father knows best
About suicide and smack
Well, hee hee hee
Cancer for the cure
Cancer for the cure
Buckle up and endure now baby
Cancer for the cure
ol blue eyes is back again
But he was never here in the first place
A heart attack may be something to fear
But take a look out back
cause courtney needs love
And so do i
Well, hee hee hee
Cancer for the cure
Cancer for the cure
Buckle upand endure now sweet thing
The cancer for the cure
song performed by by Eels
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Did It Rain Heavily Last Night?
i fell asleep
deep and
sound like
you i felt
i was dead
did it really rain
heavily last night?
the road is muddy
and i cannot take
a walk this morning
don't bother
i can go barefoot
don't bother
i like the mud
don't bother
i like being dirty
don't bother
the sun dries them all
and the water
at the pump
shall clean them all
don't bother
i am still alive.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Secret Whisky Cure
’Tis no tale of heroism, ’tis no tale of storm and strife,
But of ordinary boozing, and of dull domestic life—
Of the everlasting friction that most husbands must endure—
Tale of nagging and of drinking—and a secret whisky cure.
Name of Jones—perhaps you know him—small house-agent here in town—
(Friend of Smith, you know him also—likewise Robinson and Brown),
Just a hopeless little husband, whose deep sorrows were obscure,
And a bitter nagging Missis—and death seemed the only cure.
’Twas a common sordid marriage, and there’s little new to tell—
Save the pub to him was Heaven and his own home was a hell:
With the office in between them—purgatory to be sure—
And, as far as Jones could make out—well, there wasn’t any cure.
’Twas drink and nag—or nag and drink—whichever you prefer—
Till at last she couldn’t stand him any more than he could her.
Friends and relatives assisted, telling her (with motives pure)
That a legal separation was the only earthly cure.
So she went and saw a lawyer, who, in accents soft and low,
Asked her firstly if her husband had a bank account or no;
But he hadn’t and she hadn’t, they in fact were very poor,
So he bowed her out suggesting she should try some liquor cure.
She saw a drink cure advertised in the Sydney Bulletin—
Cure for brandy, cure for whisky, cure for rum and beer and gin,
And it could be given secret, it was tasteless, swift and sure—
So she purchased half a gallon of that Secret Whisky Cure.
And she put some in his coffee, smiling sweetly all the while,
And he started for the office rather puzzled by the smile—
Smile or frown he’d have a whisky, and you’ll say he was a boor—
But perhaps his wife had given him an overdose of Cure.
And he met a friend he hadn’t seen for seven years or more—
It was just upon the threshold of a private bar-room door—
And they coalised and entered straight away, you may be sure—
But of course they hadn’t reckoned with a Secret Whisky Cure.
Jones, he drank, turned pale, and, gasping, hurried out the back way quick,
Where, to his old chum’s amazement, he was violently sick;
Then they interviewed the landlord, but he swore the drink was pure—
It was only the beginning of the Secret Whisky Cure.
For Jones couldn’t stand the smell of even special whisky blends,
And shunned bar-rooms to the sorrow of his trusty drinking friends:
And they wondered, too, what evil genius had chanced to lure
Him from paths of booze and friendship—never dreaming of a Cure.
He had noticed, too, with terror that a something turned his feet,
When a pub was near, and swung him to the other side the street,
Till he thought the devils had him, and his person they’d immure
In a lunatic asylum where there wasn’t any Cure.
He consulted several doctors who were puzzled by the case—
As they mostly are, but never tell the patient to his face—
Some advised him ‘Try the Mountains for this malady obscure:’
But there wasn’t one could diagnose a Secret Whisky Cure.
And his wife, when he was sober?—Well, she nagged him all the more!
And he couldn’t drown his sorrow in the pewter as of yore:
So he shot himself at Manly and was sat upon by Woore,
And found rest amongst the spirits from the Secret Whisky Cure.
And the moral?—well, ’tis funny—or ’tis woman’s way with men—
She’s remarried to a publican who whacks her now and then,
And they get on fairly happy, he’s a brute and he’s a boor,
But she’s never tried her second with a Secret Whisky Cure.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Without A Few Good Laughs A Day
Success is only really what does matter if you go by with what most people do say
But life it would surely be very boring without a few good laughs a day
If you cannot laugh you're in trouble some even find it hard to smile
There are people with heaps of money who feel living life scarce worth-while
One has to feel sympathy for them their gift of life they don't enjoy
When they buy presents for their young child they buy the most expensive toy
Yet their money cannot make them happy they live their lives burdened by care
It Doesn't mean you will be happy when you become a millionaire
The praises of the rich and famous so many feel happy to sing
But if money could make people happy then money would buy everything
Unhappiness some people are born with and 'tis something money cannot cure
But I'd rather be wealthy and unhappy than being poor and miserable though the choice is a poor one for sure
If money could solve all of our problems then our biggest problem would be small
But money cannot buy you happiness and that's the greatest gift of all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows i'm miserable now
I was looking for a job, and then i found a job
And heaven knows i'm miserable now
In my life
Why do i give valuable time
To people who don't care if i live or die ?
Two lovers entwined pass me by
And heaven knows i'm miserable now
I was looking for a job, and then i found a job
And heaven knows i'm miserable now
In my life
Oh, why do i give valuable time
To people who don't care if i live or die ?
What she asked of me at the end of the day
Caligula would have blushed
"oh, you've been in the house too long" she said
And i (naturally) fled
In my life
Why do i smile
At people who i'd much rather kick in the eye ?
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows i'm miserable now
"oh, you've been in the house too long" she said
And i (naturally) fled
In my life
Oh, why do i give valuable time
song performed by by Smiths
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Don't Let It Bother You
Everytime I see you,
You appear to have nothing on your mind.
As if you are happy all the time.
To me this doesn't make sense.
'Don't let it bother you.
You should see me when I am in a good mood.
On those days I feel ecstatic.
But I'll settle for just being happy.
Some things are out of my control.'
What you've said doesn't make sense to me.
'Don't let it bother you.
You appear to have enough as it is on your mind.
And I don't want to imagine,
What that must be like.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Take it easy
Sometimes it’s hard to find a simple place of mind
Try and try as hard as you can
You have wonder across this great big land
Still you can’t find so you got to
Take it easy
Don’t bother with the pain and strife
For it will make you lose your life
So don’t bother to get uptight
Take it easy
Remember to take it slow
Plant good seeds and they’ll grow
You’ll be happy before you know
It doesn’t matter who you are
Not everyone can be a star
So be satisfied keep your eyes open wide
Take pride in the things you do
And happiness will find you
Take it easy
Don’t bother with the pain and strife
For it will make you lose your life
So don’t bother to get uptight
Take it easy
Remember to take it slow
Plant good seeds and they’ll grow
You’ll be happy before you know
Sit back my friend and watch worlds collide
Life is a journey so try and enjoy the ride
You are truly blessed so fill your heart with pride
Come what may it’s your choice you decide
Sometimes the road will narrow
Still keep your eyes on the sparrow
Trod lightly in the dark
For every flame starts with a spark
Take it easy
Don’t bother with the pain and strife
For it will make you lose your life
So don’t bother to get uptight
Take it easy
Remember to take it slow
Plant good seeds and they’ll grow
You’ll be happy before you know
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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But I married a guy who treated me very badly, but I was happy. I was miserable, so I was happy.
quote by Lynn Johnston
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Im A Country Boy
(allen collins - ronnie vanzant)
New york city is a thousand miles away
And if you ask me, Ill tell you thats ok
Now Im not trying to put the big apple down
cause they dont need a man like me in town
I pick cotton down on the dixie line
Work hard all day tryin to make a dime
But thats allright, thats ok by me
cause thats the way that it was meant to be
Big city, hard times dont bother me
Im a country boy, Im as happy as I can be
I dont like smoke chokin up my air
And some of those city folks well they dont care
I dont like cars buzzing around
I dont even want a piece of concrete in my town
I like sunshine, fresh clean air
Makes me feel like you wouldnt care but
Thats all right, each to his own
But one smell from the city
And this country boy is gone
Big city, hard times dont bother me
Im a country boy, Im as happy as I can be
Well, I dont want to even read about it
Let me tell you something, let me tell you true
Whats right for me might not be right for you
Well, you live your way, Ill live mine
And I hope that your happy all the time
I pick cotton down on the dixie line
Work hard all day tryin to make a dime
But thats all right, thats ok by me
cause thats the way that it was supposed to be
Big city, hard times never bother me
Im a country boy, Im as happy as I can be
Let me tell ya, ... I said
Big city, hard times never bother me
Im a country boy, Im as happy as I can be
Ooh, thats my way, baby
I dont want you to even tell me about the big city
I dont want to read about it...
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Leisure Suit Serenade
Wearin old t-shirts and grubby jeans
People say I look kinda odd
Well, Im never accepted in the social set
cause they say that Im a clod
But once in a while, I go to my closet
And I put on something mod
And when I step out in my leisure suit
People stand up and applaud
Leisure suit serenade
Slip one on and you got it made
You better hope and pray that the colors dont fade
Thats the leisure suit serenade
Now, it dont matter if the collars bent
If its got nylon twenty percent
Now Im as cool as the asb president
Leisure suit serenade
Leisure suit serenade
Slip one on and you got it made
You better hope and pray that the colors dont fade
Thats the leisure suit serenade, oh yeah
Thats the leisure suit serenade
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Heaven and Hell
It's not easy being happy all the time
walking about with a smile on your face
when all you see on the telly is misery
and terrorists wanting to wipe out the human race.
But nobody likes a miserable so and so
who sees everything in Grey and Black
we like to be in company that's cheerful
who like a good laugh and the crack.
When someone tries to ruin your day
with their depressing and moody talk
the best way to deal with them I find
is make an excuse and then go for a walk.
Then again the person with the cheesy grin
who's always full of the joys of Spring
can really get on your nerves
and who's neck you'd love to wring.
So I guess it's best to be somewhere in between
be a bit happy but a bit miserable as well
because let's be truthfully honest here
daily life can be a mixture of Heaven and Hell!
poem by Kevin Halls
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My Broken Valentines
Everyone smiling and all are happy,
Flowers being shared and chocolates being eaten.
But why, oh why?
Am i not apart of it?
Maybe because i am alone...
No, i dont just want someone this Valentines Day,
I want her
Again...
Things aint the same anymore.
Love's a joke
My lifes hit the floor but it's still going further down
I hate all this fake Love Holiday shit.
Happy Valentines Day they say,
Yeah, sure, whatever...
I didnt even know this day was meant to be a happy day...
Im the only miserable one...
Im not with her
Im all alone...
I hope she chokes on her words: 'Happy Valentines Day'
To whoever it is she chooses, whoever they may be...
All i have left to say is...
Have a Happy Broken Valentines Day...
poem by Dean Simpson
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I Know For Me There's No Benefit
Why did you abandon my love,
And then announce it missing?
Then you called all your friends to tell them,
Not even a glance from me you are getting.
Why do you pretend and lie to your friends.
Why don't you tell them you're the reason we ended.
I know deep inside you have a love for me.
And I know you wish to control what can't be.
You wish to have it your way and that's it.
And I will not take anybody's,
'S' with an 'H' and a 'T'...not me!
Nor to moods or attitudes,
From another will I commit.
Not if I know there's no benefit.
I know deep inside you feel something there,
For me...
To be revealed,
For YOU to see.
Why did you abandon my love,
And then announce it missing?
You wish to have it your way and that's it.
And I will not take anybody's,
'S' with an 'H' and a 'T'...not me!
I'm not into that kind of play.
Not if I know there's no benefit.
Or a connection to my feelings meant.
Why should I bother,
When there is no love in it for me meant.
Why should I bother?
Why should I bother,
And I know for me there's no benefit.
Why should I bother?
Why should I bother,
When there is no love in it for me meant.
Why should I bother?
Why should I bother,
And I know for me there's no benefit.
Why should I bother?
Why should I bother,
When there is no love in it for me meant.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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