Friar Lawrence: And art thou changed? Pronounce this sentence then:
Women may fall when there’s no strength in men.
line from Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene 3 by William Shakespeare (1597)
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Friar Lubin. (From The French)
To gallop off to town post-haste,
So oft, the times I cannot tell;
To do vile deed, nor feel disgraced,--
Friar Lubin will do it well.
But a sober life to lead,
To honor virtue, and pursue it,
That's a pious, Christian deed,--
Friar Lubin can not do it.
To mingle, with a knowing smile,
The goods of others with his own,
And leave you without cross or pile,
Friar Lubin stands alone.
To say 't is yours is all in vain,
If once he lays his finger to it;
For as to giving back again,
Friar Lubin cannot do it.
With flattering words and gentle tone,
To woo and win some guileless maid,
Cunning pander need you none,--
Friar Lubin knows the trade.
Loud preacheth he sobriety,
But as for water, doth eschew it;
Your dog may drink it,--but not he;
Friar Lubin cannot do it.
ENVOY
When an evil deed 's to do
Friar Lubin is stout and true;
Glimmers a ray of goodness through it,
Friar Lubin cannot do it.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Your Greatest Challenge Of All
There had been no prior intention,
To pronounce you guilty.
But your persistent attempts,
To improve your understanding...
WITH a comprehension meant,
Has appalled those in your environment.
Therefore...
And with much reluctance,
I have no choice but to sentence you...
To a life of prolonged peace and happiness.
And where you choose to do this,
Is going to be your greatest challenge of all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Women Of Courage
Women of courage, women of strength ,
Women of faith and devotion.
Mothers of children with spirits so strong
Who may have unbridled imaginations. REFRAIN: They are women, women of courage
They are Christians, towers of strength.
They are women who put Jesus first in life
Show’ ring His love on all those they greet. Women with losses, women who love,
Whose strength and whose courage comes from above,
Whether they're mothers; or loving Aunties,
It's plain to see Jesus’ love shines through them. REFRAIN: They are women, women of courage
They are Christians, towers of strength.
They are women who put Jesus first in life
Show’ring His love on all those they greet. Women I work with, women I know,
Whether at church, or other places I go.
Women whose spirits are battered by pain,
But Christ lifts them up, and they go on again. REFRAIN: They are women, women of courage
They are Christians, towers of strength.
They are women who put Jesus first in life
Show’ring His love on all those they greet.
poem by Kathy L. Goings
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Most laws condemn the soul and pronounce sentence. The result of the law of my God is perfect. It condemns but forgives. It restores - more than abundantly - what it takes away.
quote by Jim Elliot
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Three Oddest Words
When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.
When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no nonbeing can hold.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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Women I Know
Strong are the women
In my family.
Every last one...
Seem to have the strength,
To shadow some men...
As if they had none!
And f-i-n-e! Yes!
Beautiful with power.
Mothers who have raised children.
Some without their fathers.
To become themselves...
Strong and bright!
And dynamic in one's sight!
And yes...
They too,
Are f-i-n-e!
Some ask me 'why'...
I have no better half!
Why I am divorce?
And my relationships seem not to last!
I know the answer...
Of course!
Strong are the women
In my family.
Every last one...
Seem to have the strength,
To shadow some men...
As if they had none!
And the men in my family,
Are even stronger than some!
And...
Yes!
They too are f-i-n-e!
And I am left spoiled.
Wishing for one like them!
Not the men! !
But then...
These women I know and related to...
Are few in the market!
And I have stopped shopping...
For a companion to compare!
Beauty, strength and independence are rare.
And these women in my family have it all!
And even more to spare.
I would have to leave this Earth...
To discover someone not to compare,
To these women I love!
And we are related too!
This for me is so difficult.
For me to feel this...
Is so unfair!
However...
No burden is this do I bare!
But then..
To know so many women,
With qualities I like!
Cousins or aunts...
Of my blood 'everywhere'!
And joke,
I do not!
It's true.
Every woman I ever adored...
Has my last name too!
Yeeeessss!
God...
Please lift me from this curse!
hahahahaha
I can't like some I know...
Rehearse wedding after wedding,
After wedding after wedding!
Addicted to romantic delusions!
I know what I'll do!
I will move.
Build a hut in the Amazon.
Or the Congo!
And get it on...
With the monkeys!
Feeling free not to bother,
To ask for ID.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Barefooted Friar
I'll give thee, good fellow, a twelvemonth or twain,
To search Europe through, from Byzantium to Spain;
But ne'er shall you find, should you search till you tire,
So happy a man as the Barefooted Friar.
Your knight for his lady pricks forth in career,
And is brought home at even-song bunny'd through with a spear;
I confess him in haste - for his lady desires
No comfort on earth save the Barefooted Friar's.
Your monarch? - Pshaw! many a prince has been known
To barter his robes for our cowl and our gown,
But which of us e'er felt the idle desire
To exchange for a crown the grey hood of a Friar!
The Friar has walk'd out, and where'er he has gone,
The land and its fatness is mark'd for his own;
He can roam where he lists, he can stop when he tires,
For every man's house is the Barefooted Friar's.
He's expected at noon, and no wight till he comes
May profane the great chair, or the porridge of plums
For the best of the cheer, and the seat by the fire,
Is the undenied right of the Barefooted Friar.
He's expected at night, and the pasty's made hot,
They broach the brown ale, and they fill the black pot,
And the goodwife would wish the goodman in the mire,
Ere he lack'd a soft pillow, the Barefooted Friar.
Long flourish the sandal, the cord, and the cope,
The dread of the devil and trust of the Pope;
For to gather life's roses, unscathed by the briar,
Is granted alone to the Barefooted Friar.
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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No Strength To Stand For Something
If one has no strength to stand,
For something.
That same someone will fall,
For anything at all.
Like someone who sits on a fence...
Convinced this position taken,
Makes some sense...
Without a cemented decision given.
And those who do make concrete stands,
Are often the ones others reprimand...
For being decisive,
Without shifting their intentions...
As if wind blown drifting sand.
If one has no strength to stand,
For something.
That same someone will fall,
For anything at all.
Creating conflict as permitted,
And positive movements to stall!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Thou art—that—is Home
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Where Thou art—that—is Home—
Cashmere—or Calvary—the same—
Degree—or Shame—
I scarce esteem Location's Name—
So I may Come—
What Thou dost—is Delight—
Bondage as Play—be sweet—
Imprisonment—Content—
And Sentence—Sacrament—
Just We two—meet—
Where Thou art not—is Woe—
Tho' Bands of Spices—row—
What Thou dost not—Despair—
Tho' Gabriel—praise me—Sire—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Chest
Chest, what power do thou h've?
That women place their heads on
men's when they're showing love
Chest, what charm do thou have?
That women take virtue of thee to pray
for their siblings that sucked their breasts
Chest, what spirit do thee have?
That women curse men with thee that
otherwise, if man didn't meet them chest to chest
Chest, what glory do thou h've?
That people beat you with palm
and swear
Chest, of what important is you?
That women knock their heads on
men's chest during the fighting
Sonnet VI. To G. A. W.
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance!
In what diviner moments of the day
Art thou most lovely? -- when gone far astray
Into the labyrinths of sweet utterance,
Or when serenely wandering in a trance
Of sober thought? -- Or when starting away,
With careless robe to meet the morning ray,
Thou sparest the flowers in thy mazy dance?
Haply 'tis when thy ruby lips part sweetly,
And so remain, because thou listenest:
But thou to please wert nurtured so completely
That I can never tell what mood is best;
I shall as soon pronounce which Grace more neatly
Trips it before Apollo than the rest.
poem by John Keats
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Ode to a four pen
Ode to a Four-Pen
Thou gave me the strength to write
Thou gave me the strength to bite
Thee only has four colours
That thou wert on my desk
But now being taken away
I shall search for Thee till the end!
poem by Sazarh Natisi
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To G.A.W.
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance!
In what diviner moments of the day
Art thou most lovely?—when gone far astray
Into the labyrinths of sweet utterance,
Or when serenely wandering in a trance
Of sober thought? Or when starting away,
With careless robe to meet the morning ray,
Thou sparest the flowers in thy mazy dance?
Haply 'tis when thy ruby lips part sweetly,
And so remain, because thou listenest:
But thou to please wert nurtured so completely
That I can never tell what mood is best;
I shall as soon pronounce which Grace more neatly
Trips it before Apollo than the rest.
poem by John Keats
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I use a pseudonym, because my real name is very difficult to pronounce, to remember, and to spell. And many people who have been talking about me on television have yet to pronounce it correctly.
quote by Jeff Gannon
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Women s Strengths
(4/1/12)
Men and women are different in so many ways
Men sit in front of the t. v. ‘s to watch their games
Women will watch their soap operas if time permits
That's how they get their kicks.
It seems to me that this is their dreams
Men look to games for the power they seek
While women look for hearts that are tender and meek.
Men want the powers of fortune and fame
While women use their charms
for whatever they can gain.
It seems that we use each other for
Our own selfish reasons
But the women love to use their charms for the teasing.
Men may tend to use their physical strength
To put the women down
But women know how to use the strength
To turn it all around.
The LORD said: "the meek shall inherit the earth"
Is it the women who give us birth?
Are they really the meek of which he speaks!
Hmmmm I wonder!
I don't mean to put us men down
But I think they're the ones that wear the crown
We are the jokers in the kings court
(have you ever seen a female joker in the kings court?)
While they sat on their asses- enjoying what their mothers taught.
Now I must say this in the defense of men
We get what we want (and deserve) in the end.
So I leave these thoughts for the men and women to decide
Who is the meek? Which one will cry?
poem by Louis Rams
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The Headless Friar of Santo Tomas
In my alma mater, Santo Tomas
We had heard of a mysterious tale
Of a gentle, young Spanish friar who was
A sight that turned anyone very pale.
They said he was a handsome novice
And that time, his superior took fancy.
But the events after that were amiss,
When this friar was lost into mystery.
They say he had been beheaded
By civilians the Spanish called 'Indios'
Though no one believed what was said,
And presumed the circumstances - devious.
Through the years the old building there saw
The appearance of a friar without head,
Frightening students in this age and so
There were masses and prayers for this dead.
It seemed the solution was ineffective-
For soon the appearances became many,
The building had seemed quite conducive
And the ghosts there included the nunnery!
At graduation, we avoided that building
For fear the friar will greet us 'Congrats! '
And had sighed much relief at the leaving
Santo Tomas, and its ghostly 'frats'.
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 17,2010
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Give Me Strength
A lonely man I know myself to be
Its not as bad as some things I have seen.
The picture painted here is not a dream
The only reality is the way it seems.
The happier you fly
The sadder you fall
The laughter in your eyes
Is never all.
Give me strength to move along.
Give me strength to leave my sweetheart.
Im riding down swept road in my old car
The moon is almost full except for stars.
The party ended long before the night
She made me feel alive and thats all right.
The happier you fly
The sadder you fall
The laughter in your eyes
Is never all.
Give me strength to move along.
Give me strength to leave while shes gone.
The happier you fly
The sadder you fall
The laughter in your eyes
Is never all.
Give me strength to move along.
Give me strength to move along.
Give me strength to move along.
song performed by by Neil Young
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My God! O let me call Thee mine!
My God! O let me call Thee mine!
Weak wretched sinner though I be,
My trembling soul would fain be Thine,
My feeble faith still clings to Thee,
My feeble faith still clings to Thee.
Not only for the past I grieve,
The future fills me with dismay;
Unless Thou hasten to relieve,
I know my heart will fall away,
I know my heart will fall away.
I cannot say my faith is strong,
I dare not hope my love is great;
But strength and love to Thee belong,
O, do not leave me desolate!
O, do not leave me desolate!
I know I owe my all to Thee,
O, take this heart I cannot give.
Do Thou my Strength my Saviour be;
And make me to Thy glory live!
And make me to Thy glory live!
poem by Anne Brontë
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Lonesome Heart
The mighty oak I see outside
It's roots are deep and long
It will live a hundred years
And bend when winds are strong
I sometimes feel I can't go on
Losing you is hurting me
I sometimes wish late at night
I had the strength of that old tree
The days my friends they stand by me
They tend to help me through
But then at night when darkness falls
Again I'm missing you
I try to fight but strength won't come
Soon I fall apart
Then the tears fall like rain
So alone is a lonesome heart
I sometimes wish I had the strength
To pick up and move along
But memories that I have with you
Streaches the nights so long
I sometimes wish I had the strength
So I would not fall apart
Missing you is against my will
So alone is a lonesome heart.
poem by Bill Simmons
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Replaced By Suspicion
It was stated to them then,
How they underestimated...
Feelings that had been readily given.
It was reminisced and revisited,
What one thought had been unconditional...
Was conditionally betrayed on a daily basis.
Sincere tears then began to swell and fall,
From puffed eyes.
As if wishing to erase time.
Yet inside one's heart those lies once told...
Seem to fix and take hold.
Never to go away!
'You don't know how I have changed my ways! '
~You have no idea how much has changed...
Period.
Acceptance has been replaced by suspicion.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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