When a man has cast his longing eye on offices, a rottenness begins in his conduct.
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Whenever a man has cast a longing eye on offices, a rottenness begins in his conduct.
quote by Thomas Jefferson
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Susa
To cast longing eyes on you,
For you have been sitting at the entrance of Enaim!
To cast longing eyes on your love,
For you are very beautiful from appearance!
So come to me my love for you are called Susa;
And like Mount Zalmon in the land of your muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Norgah
Greenland Hotel,
72 sheep and 36 cartons of schnapps!
Practicing,
Commanded,
Wanted,
Highlighted,
To conduct yourself;
Attritude,
Meeting,
Grieved,
To conduct herself;
Agreed,
Speaks,
Perfectly,
To conduct himself;
Angered,
Known,
Reined,
To conduct myself;
Determination,
Communication,
Suddenly;
And like your friend Norgah on the telephone line,
But, i am always what i am.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Through these offices it was my privilege to get to know almost every Jewish person, and those whom I did not come to know through these offices I came to know through love and a desire to know my brethren, the members of my people.
quote by Shmuel Y. Agnon
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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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Well, you know I have an office, my film offices. So I know that syndrome. I fancy offices, so there must be something wrong with me. Even the window cleaner intrigues me. It's a very sexy environment.
quote by Hugh Grant
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Is There Still Longing In Paradise?
Is there still Longing in Paradise?
Or is there no Paradise without Longing?
In Longing we most feel alive-
And in Longing’s realization deepest live-
No life without longing-
Longing as Paradise
Longing as Poem.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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In the area we're discussing, leadership begins on Madison Avenue, on the desks and in the offices of people who spend hundreds of millions of dollars buying what will get them ratings.
quote by Norman Lear
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Even at the United Nations, where legend has it that the building was designed so that there could be no corner offices, the expanse of glass in individual offices is said to be a dead giveaway as to rank. Five windows are excellent, one window not so great.
The Longing Is The Heart Of The Poem
THE LONGING IS THE HEART OF THE POEM
The longing is the heart of the poem
The longing for so much
Which will never be again-
The longing to be young again
To love again
In a true and deep way-
The longing for all the times and people
Who are not
And never will be again-
The longing which tells me again and again
How much we lose in merely living
How deep and rich life is
In time and ways and people
Beyond our ever remembering and recollecting fully-
The longing is for so much that is gone
For so much that will never be again-
Life itself is a longing for life itself
And life goes beyond itself in so many ways-
All the longing all my longing
Will never bring it back
even that
which is always here.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Behind the curtain
Your face is brightening with joy
Your conduct is full of confidence
Your heart melts for the poor
Your treasure is opened for them
Your riches has enthralled them
You relieve them from there trouble
They adore you for you are like
A god for them
And also for them who work in public offices
Your expensive gifts, your great gestures
Have made them turn their eyes off you
The source of your riches is not known
Nobody knows what lies
Behind the curtain.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Police officials routinely execute search warrants on private homes and offices, and Congressional offices should not be treated any differently. There cannot be one set of rules for elected officials and another set of rules for everyone else.
quote by Bobby Jindal
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What Is This Longing In Me?
What is this longing in me
This desire this sadness
This longing
For what?
For Beauty?
For what is no longer here?
For something higher farther deeper beyond?
For Love?
What is this longing this wanting in me
For what has no name?
And why do I feel
In the longing itself
The missing and the having at once?
As if somehow beyond all I am
Somehow and somewhere else
Whatever it is which should be most truly loved
Exists and waits for me.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Deep In Your Heart
I do know lifes been hard for you my love
Well take it slow and let our feelings grow
Day by day I feel Im getting closer to you
Come with me, wont let you slip away
Deep in your heart you are longing for love
I know you want me too
Deep in your heart you are longing for love
Thats all I want from you
Deep in your heart you are longing for love
You feel the way I do
Deep in your heart you are longing for love
And I keep longing to be with you
To survive you have tried to run from love
Deep down inside you want me in your life
Storm by storm Im breaking down this wall round your heart
I hold on to all your fears are gone
Deep in your heart you are longing for love
I know you want me too
Deep in your heart you are longing for love
Thats all I want from you
Deep in your heart you are longing for love
You feel the way I do
Deep in your heart you are longing for love
And I keep longing to be with you
song performed by by Lasgo
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Your thought advocates fame and show. Mine counsels me and implores me to cast aside notoriety and treat it like a grain of sand cast upon the shore of eternity. Your thought instills in your heart arrogance and superiority. Mine plants within me love for peace and the desire for independence. Your thought begets dreams of palaces with furniture of sandalwood studded with jewels, and beds made of twisted silk threads. My thought speaks softly in my ears, "Be clean in body and spirit even if you have nowhere to lay your head." Your thought makes you aspire to titles and offices. Mine exhorts me to humble service.
quote by Khalil Gibran
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The Opposite Begins
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
People known to create conflict,
Seek an attention they don't get...
Until,
The opposite begins.
Opposition steps in.
They pretend a trust to believe,
To have others perceive but...
The opposite begins,
For them.
Wake up and take notice,
That the opposite begins for them.
Those who charade innocence.
The opposite begins for them.
Those masking evil intent.
The opposite begins for them.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
But then,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
They want it quick.
And...
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
To then see someone who genuinely fits,
Well...
The opposite begins pursued.
Oh yes it does.
An opposite begins pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Filed Away (Stream IX)
Finished filing
They file out.
File down the street,
Out of the offices.
Finished the offices of the day.
The light of day fades
Like their lives,
Pale imitations
Imitating a life fulfilled.
Filled up
With empty promises,
Not fulfilling their promise.
Each day they become thinner,
More transparent.
It's apparent.
Until one day,
They fade,
Fade away,
Disappear,
Are tidily filed away.
P H Brookes Copyright 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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No One
you treat the world
like you're burning trash!
drinking oil from
styrofoam cups...
the blood on your floors
cries out from stagnant pools.
you see no one,
you smell no one...
you cannot hear or feel
the cry of no one dying
in your fields, in your shops,
in your sterile offices...
your form of hatred
begins within your selves...
you trade freedom and dignity
in small shares over drinks....
your world, your kingdom,
is a house of cards
falling from within...
and no one will be there
to watch you die!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Morning
We are what we repeatedly do.
—Aristotle
You know how it is waking
from a dream certain you can fly
and that someone, long gone, returned
and you are filled with longing,
for a brief moment, to drive off
the road and feel nothing
or to see the loved one and feel
everything. Perhaps one morning,
taking brush to hair you'll wonder
how much of your life you've spent
at this task or signing your name
or rising in fog in near darkness
to ready for work. Day begins
with other people's needs first
and your thoughts disperse like breath.
In the in-between hour, the solitary hour,
before day begins all the world
gradually reappears car by car.
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poem by Deborah Ager
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What we call rottenness is just the return to inorganic eternity.
aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. Ziem
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