In the midst of hopes and cares, of apprehensions and of disquietude, regard every day that dawns upon you as if it was to be your last then super-added hours, to the enjoyment of which you had not looked forward, will prove an acceptable boon.
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Super Sadist
Super angry
Super hated
Super evil
Super serrated
Super guitar
Super faded
Never sad sad sad
Super hated
Super sarcastic
Super sedated
The super sadist
Keeps his hands in his mouth
That's gold plated
Hates himself more and more
Cause he's made it
Super evil
Super jaded
Never sad sad sad
Super hated
Super sarcastic
Super sedated
The super sadist
Super high tech
Super pay check
Super ego
Super hate pro
Super cautious
Super nauseous
Never sad sad sad
Super all gone
Super hold on
Super ego
Super phenomenon
Super destroy
Super small boy
Never sad sad sad
Super asshole
Super nothing
song performed by by Jack Off Jill from Sexless Demons And Scars
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Forward
'Forward! forward!'
Rang our fathers' battle-cry.
'Forward! forward!'
Norsemen, be our watchword high!
All that fires the spirit and makes the heart's faith bright,
For that we forward go with might
And faithful fight.
'Forward! forward!'
Whoso loves a home that's free.
'Forward! forward!'
Freedom's course must ever be.
Though it shall be tested by doubt and by defeat,
Who will the losses' count repeat
When vict'ries greet?
'Forward! forward!'
Whoso trusts in Norway's day.
'Forward! forward!'
Whoso goes our fathers' way.
Hid in Northern mountains are spirit-treasures true
They shall, when dawns the morning's blue,
Come forth anew.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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While my interest in natural history has added very little to my sum of achievement, it has added immeasurably to my sum of enjoyment in life.
quote by Theodore Roosevelt
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Don't Rush Through The Process
If I did not deliver to you my best each time...
What would be the point?
To show to you I can do this isn't easy.
To show to you I can do this,
Has not added hours to my sleep.
I have a need to prove to you,
I am dedicated.
I am loyal.
I am...
Are you listening to me?
'Yes.
I know you love me.
But making these errors...
I don't find acceptable.
Take your time.
Don't rush through the process.
I'm not going anywhere.'
That's what I am saying.
See how ungrateful you are?
'I am not ungrateful at all.
If you are calling 'this' your best...
I know you can deliver something far better!
Now...
IF you had said,
You were making attempts to produce your best...
I would not object at all.
In fact,
I would have thought of all of it as great.
And both of us would have been getting more rest!
But your confession that you can do better...
Has me wanting to get it as good as you can give it! '
I said nothing about doing or getting it better.
'No...
True!
'You' didn't.
I did! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As a kid, there are some things you looked forward to. You looked forward to Charlie Brown during Halloween and you looked forward to Monday Night Football.
quote by Nick Ferguson
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXIII: Complimentary
Some regard it as an honor
Some regard it as a burden
Some regard it as a formality
Some regard it as a flattery
Some regard it as an improver
Some regard it as an insult
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Eternal Twins: Love And Hate
It consumes without regard
It shape without regard
It bends you to its will
We are helpless in its power
We look for it but it finds us
It devours without regard
It destroys without regard
It brought nations to its knees
And lifted its people
It gives power without regard
It enslaves without regard
We are but pebbles in its wake
When it overflows in us
And yet.... Its ugly twin holds
Power over it
It consumes without regard
It shapes without regard
It bends you to its will
We are helpless in its power....
poem by Leonid Gonzalez
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It is my boon.
I eat less; I sleep less.
Yet I am tireless.
It is my boon.
I lust for, at sixty,
Women sixteen to sixty.
It is my boon.
I have the woman
Half my age in flirtation.
It is my boon.
I send the woman
In her teen to orgasm.
It is my boon.
So I want no heaven
As I lived through heaven.
It is my boon.
21.07.2000, Paralakhemundi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Supersoulfighter
Super soul fighter's coming
Oh yeah
Soul brother space man
Flying through the sky
Fighting wars and battles
Defending you and I
He's spreading super love vibrations
For a better day
Electronic super soul vibrations
Coming all the way
Super soul
Super soul
Super soul fighter's coming
Yes he's coming
Super soul
Super soul
Super soul fighter's coming
Yes he's coming
The lord of the wasteland
He don't want us to be free
But he can't stop our hero
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from 5
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Unconditional Love
It is not easy to please.
Nor is it easier not to!
It is an addiction of sorts...
To come to grips with unconditional love.
It is like a sport one plays...
Just for the enjoyment of it.
There are no expectations.
However...
An appreciation shown,
Once in a while...
Is acceptable!
Even a hint of it,
Stirs up a smile.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If She Do Not Love Me, Or Regard Me (Collins Sestets)
Will I over her be in some despair
as she is beautiful, in her looks fair,
like a blossom on a early spring day,
a fruit tree where all of the small birds play;
if she do not love me, or regard me,
what will I care, even if she is lovely?
How can she somehow come to my own mind
even if she is graceful, very kind,
even if she is tranquil by nature
and slenderness is of her a feature;
if she do not love me, or regard me,
what will I care, even if she is lovely?
If she cares for me true, her I will woo,
some pleasant things, all in my power do,
nothing to somehow cause her any grieve
while in her sincerity I will believe;
if she do not love me, or regard me,
what will I care, even if she is lovely?
poem by Gert Strydom
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0333 Hungry for Romance
Mills and Boon, Mills and Boon,
ravish me - but not too soon...
Boon and Mills, Boon and Mills,
steam my specs with bedtime thrills...
(M&B - publishers of bodice-ripper romance, with strict rules for their writers)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Super Natural Power..... What & Why! !
Super Natural Power
Wow!
What a great power!
What a great hero!
The hero has natural power!
He has super natural power!
These power has been given to him to protect the Mankind from the evils
To help the poor, helpless people!
To do justice!
To be in favor of humanity!
Not for enjoyment and comfort!
But for the people's well being and bright and enlighten future!
poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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Super Cop
Super cop (12 times)
I was born to serve justice
But I dont sermonize
Good is good
Bad is bad
And I never compromise
They lock me in a rocket
Made of flesh and bone
Ill meet you in the war zone
With my fists of stone
Im a super cop
Im a super cop
My bodys a machine
Made to synchronize
Every time Im called to action
Make me recognize
When the forces of corruption
Do the tyrannize
Then I shift to overdrive
And start to pulverize
Im a super cop
Eliminate the foe
With karate chops
Im a super cop
Im a super charged cop
And I cant be stopped.
Im a super cop
I was born to serve justice
Get my name
Im a super cop
Kung fu action is my game
Im a cop now
A super cop now
He drives around in a world turned upside down
Im a cop now
A super cop now
Hes gotta round up all the evil clowns
Im a cop now
A super cop now
What he sees just makes him want to cry
Im a cop now
A super cop now
He works alone cause if he dont hell die
(spoken) the truth and protect
The motto I ascribe to
With equal justice
For the down and out or well to do
Im a super cop
A gangsters worst nightmare
One man demolition team
Ill send them into disrepair
Hes been fighting,
Fighting for so long
Im a super cop
Hes been righting,
Righting every wrong
Im a super cop
Now hes hiding
From the long arm of the law
Im a cop now
A super cop now
He gets up and tries to save the world
Im a cop now
A super cop now
He goes out and tries to find a girl
Im a cop now
A super cop now
If youre a punk hell aim straight for your belt
Im a cop now
A super cop now
He makes the news every time he kicks some butt
Super cop (12 times)
song performed by by Devo
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As years passed away I have formed the habit of looking back upon that former self as upon another person, the remembrance of whose emotions has been a solace in adversity and added zest to the enjoyment of prosperity.
quote by Simon Newcomb
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It's A Super (Dupa) Life
See the funny little people running 'round in circles
throwing bombs as they do
See the funny side of it
they're heading straight for you
See the funny little holes they're making
looking like craters on the moon
See the funny side of it
we'll be living in them soon
But it's a super life, a super dupa dupa life we live
yes it's a super life, a super dupa dupa life we live
but it's getting pretty near the end
cause with a super life you will borrow everything you lend
so there's never anything to spend
you're broke, you dope you
See the funny little flying saucers we found
painted up just for you
see the funny man inside
his color matches too
See the silly little camera he loves
shooting pictures with all day
see the funny side of it
his friends are on their way
But it's a super life, a super dupa dupa life we live
yes it's a super life, a super dupa dupa life we live
but it's getting pretty near the end
cause with a super life you will borrow everything you lend
so there's never anything to spend
you're broke, you dope you
Baby it's a super life, a super dupa dupa life we live
Yes it's a super life, a super dupa dupa life we live
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Utterly Prophetic
Computers can get so advanced
They could predict for Man
With software that has been enhanced
To help fulfil this plan...
And so it was, three decades past,
Elijah Five was made,
So that the nations knew at last
With data it displayed.
Technicians printed off each sheet
As it poured out its reams...
For days and weeks until complete,
Man's hopes and dreams and schemes...
At first they made no sense at all,
As if they were in code,
Great expectations seemed to fall,
Though data overflowed...
Then all at once, one guy declared,
He thought he understood...
And when his findings he had shared,
Elijah Six made good...
The printers started up once more
For hours, days and weeks...
Till everybody knew the score...
The truths each nation seeks...
The New World Order started soon,
Fulfilling what was known,
At first they thought it was a boon,
But then new truths were shown...
Elijah Seven, Eight and Nine
Expressed their grave despairs,
Yet everybody towed the line,
Despite their fervent prayers...
Elijah Ten was not so grim,
He turned their hopes around,
But cynics said Man's hopes were slim
When Antichrist was crowned...
They didn't recognise this man
Until it was too late...
By then they couldn't stop or ban
And so, succumbed to Fate...
But God looked down... and Christ was sent...
A second chance to give...
To save the world no President
Could ever help us with...
Elijahs Five to Ten had done
What none had done before...
They made Mankind forget God's Son,
His future to ignore...
Of all rules, here's the Golden Rule:
God knows from first to last...
Yes, God knows all and God sees all,
The future and the past...
poem by Denis Martindale
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In Acceptable Bondage
They find themselves in acceptable bondage.
Feeling complete and shackled,
With a dignity and pride...
Only money and the absence,
Of an identity can buy!
Trapped by things that can not touch them back!
However...
They have secured their place,
With the best of those achieving...
The heights of a nothingness to offer!
And 'that' they believe...
Will leave a mark of success,
That feeds others best!
Their accomplishments will go down,
In a history that has already been forgotten.
But who cares?
They did prove without question,
They and they alone...
Can and did live well!
Without a documented fact,
That they ever lived at all!
Just produced.
An array of discretions...
To sustain an influx,
Of their own seductions.
And this did not require an insight,
To inspire!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Novice Desire, An Essay On Writing
The novice
wanted to write something
strange different inlaid
with the wonder,
of a few of the values
which are important,
but which society
seems to lack
or have forgotten.
Which need remembering
and should be brought
to the for again
for the consideration
and possibly the advancement
of the state of mind.
Drawing from life,
previous experience,
memories, imagination,
and the pursuit
of the elusive idea.
Some writers
seem to know
almost nothing
in real terms
of the reality
of which they wrote.
Their work
lacks depth,
an acceptable degree
of accuracy
sincerity.
Some have settled
for cheap,
commercialized
mass production,
centred
on public interest
subjects
in pursuit
of the quick buck.
Or write within
the acceptable
guide lines
which many editors
dictate
and often demand.
Which has
been done
millions
of times before.
Stating
nothing unique?
Style and a definite
minimum standard,
enriched
with original thought
where appropriate,
should form
part of purposed
subject matter.
Realizing of course
that true originality
may prove
a mixed
ungrateful master,
devoid
of general acceptance
or understanding?
It has never
seemed right
or important
to me
to produce
merely
for the sake
of producing.
Or to write
in a style
that is pleasing
or acceptable
to any given editor.
If I write
anything
it is for
own personal
enjoyment.
To express
in the manner
I enjoy most
or deem fitting.
And especially
for the pleasure
and benefit,
of those who might
appreciate and feel
enriched after reading
a given piece.
I would like
to share
an idea or thought
with the reader
in the only
way possible.
Because
it is not possible
to always meet
people
we are drawn to
and would like
to converse with.
Nor to hold
indefinitely
creative thoughts
in the mind.
If thoughts
are to be
preserved
and shared
thoughts
must be committed
to the printed page.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My mirror, My walkway
On summer evenings I go walking through the streets
Over my London Bridge, across the mississippi river
The place where I am to stay
When my beach is far away
Some nights I just strut across
With lingering stress on my mind
Other dawns I stop to watch the sunrise
Some evenings, I go to the right spot
And I look down into a large mirror
I catch the sun bidding me farewll
As I look into my mirror
As I see the sky
I catch my reflection in the sun's eyes
Sometimes, when I'm caught inbetween
I hear some commoners comment, then insult my bridge and mirror
If it's six feet long and falling, who cares?
If it's the city sewage dump, who cares?
On summer evenings and autumn dawns
I walk over my London Bridge
Across my mississippi river
I stop to look into my mirror
And I catch a glimpse of a life
A life that's nowhere to be found
Except within the depths of my heart
poem by DJD Quick/dd
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