It is not every man who can be exquisitely miserable, any more than exquisitely happy.
quote by James Boswell
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Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.
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We have a society in which one of the greatest things you can do is a platform to see victim status, and one of the qualifications for that is that you have these exquisitely tender feelings about things and sensibilities which are easily offended.
Suisun Creek
Suisun Creek
flows
through
riparian forests.
Hungry trout,
liquid lightning, flash
as stonefly nymphs dart past
brooding periwinkle,
blackberry groves,
exquisitely
twisting.
poem by Steven Federle
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We live in a society exquisitely dependent on science and technology, in which hardly anyone knows anything about science and technology.
quote by Carl Sagan
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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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We and the cosmos are one. The cosmos is a vast body, of which we are still parts. The sun is a great heart whose tremors run through our smallest veins. The moon is a great gleaming nerve-centre from which we quiver forever. Who knows the power that Saturn has over us or Venus But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time... Now all this is literally true, as men knew in the great past and as they will know again.
quote by D.H. Lawrence
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Breaking News:
The Federal Ministry of Poetry (FMP) has just exquisitely taken off into the moon; at approximately 10: 001: AM, in search of diamond originality. The spacecraft is been Piloted by Mr. Style Boldness. And It is been made know to planet brain; that their rocket, has just detached it's first shell release, and Ambassador Knowledge and President Inspiration; are fully hoping for their safe landing on sky book. While the noble citizens waits poetfully for their safe arrival.
poem by King Femi Oloidi
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Sonnet: Virtues Are Best
When patience is misread as one’s weakness,
And honesty as weakness all the more,
Truth emerges triumphant off harness,
And righteousness brings victory to the fore!
Tho’ success comes to men who well pretend,
It does not stay with any permanence;
The upright will succeed tho’ in the end;
No one upsets their successful sequence.
No one can read the thoughts of the other;
God made our brain so exquisitely great;
God knows our thoughts before they’re born, brother;
And with His help, each man can change his fate.
God loves the men who practice virtuous traits;
The ones with vices and evils, He hates!
poem by John Celes
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I'm a Kings Daughter
I'm a Kings daughter
I'm a Kings daughter
I'm a Kings daughter
I
am one of the redeemed children of the King
why can't all the children come together under one name
to feed the hungry and suffering at home first
and abroad?
as children of the exquisitely Perfect King Of Kings
we should, if we can why don't we?
I'm a Kings child, one of many...
poem by Sylvia Loven Carter
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While Addressing An Acceptable Etiquette
Those who consciously take steps,
To affect the progress of others...
With a hopeful diminishing of an influence,
Do not openly express regret.
Or the nights they spend tossing,
In a sleeplessness...
Haunted by the evil visions,
Of their own incompetence exquisitely dressed....
For effective impressions.
But then...
When invitations to attend social events come in,
They arrive fashionably late...
Hoping to share their pretensions,
With others of the same mindset...
Who too embellish behind fixed smiles,
Attached to masks...
Scented with alcoholic beverages on their breaths,
While addressing an acceptable etiquette.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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PUZZLED for Leslie Alexis
The peacock parades exquisitely.
Displays the glory of his tail,
the hens ignore him easily.
This bold display was bound to fail
The peacock has misjudged his time.
The hens aren’t ready to be wooed.
Although he thinks he is sublime
it’s not the time for hens to brood.
He’s young and inexperienced.
As yet he does not understand,
his tiny brain still hasn’t sensed.
The hens not he are in command.
The females don’t appreciate
his urgency he’ll have to wait.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Elegance of Strands
Oh, how it lays the soft fibered rays,
sweeps along a pretty neck expressing
on shoulder and breast.Exquisitely
secured by a jewel, band or clip.
True to it's essence from root to tip.
Subtle in movements once the head swivels.
Airy sensations link and boost in levels.
A look so classic in form and figure.
Feeds from parts not scoped a man's vision
and pleasure.The temptation of beauty bold
and proud.Woman's power and mystery above
tree and cloud.Brushed by her hand are the
elegance of strands.
poem by William Blackman
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Merry Christmas Santa Happy New Year!
Joys can come in many ways -
Especially on our Christmas Days:
New presents wrapped exquisitely...
New presents unwrapped expertly!
In times like these, the heart beats fast
For Christmas Day has come at last!
Excitement tempts us take a peak!
Remembered lists of gifts we seek!
If only all our days were so:
Season's wishes would overflow!
Look here! Look there! Look everywhere!
Our hopes and dreams fulfilled by prayer!
Visits by friends and folks we love -
Each acting gentle as a dove!
Lights on Christmas trees that cheer!
Yet Christmas joys come ONCE a year!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Whatever
You, you come to me
So perfectly yeah
So perfectly made
And yeah all that you are
And yeah all that you said
You're so exquisitely bred
Hmm yeah what more can i say
So yeah, yeah
I guess its alright
Yeah, no
I guess it's alright whatever
Yeah no
I guess its alright
Yeah no
I guess its alright whatever
And i, i hate ya for
For letting me fall for you
Just like a fool
And now im all psyching out
Hmm 'cause all were about
Is this ugly phone and its all i have
To look forward to, yeah.
Dreaming, of you lyin in my bed
Just like how we were just days before
Oh just leave me just get out of my head
'cause i cant take this torture any more
Youre so far away, yeah
Why are you so far away
From me.
song performed by by Imogen Heap
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If You Slit My Throat Some Night
You despise a lady friend of mine,
You grow animal-like and wild in your eyes
If I speak her name;
If I suggest I might see her some day
For a harmless and friendly cup of coffee,
Your face turns red
Like you’re fuming or about to cry.
You’re definitely
The dangerously jealous type,
But sweetheart, that’s alright,
Your sex appeal is your violent tendency for rage
And drastic mood swings:
You might touch me more tenderly
Than the moment before a lovely orgasmic tremor,
Or you might chase me with a knife
While throwing a plate!
There is no restraining
Your exquisitely explosive passion.
Nothing is planned or contrived,
Everything is hungrily alive;
If you slit my throat some night,
I’ll still try to kiss you
Before I die.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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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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