Men seek but one thing in life - their pleasure.
quote by W. Somerset Maugham
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Pleasure is a by-product of doing something that is worth doing. Therefore, do not seek pleasure as such. Pleasure comes of seeking something else, and comes by the way.
quote by A. Lawrence Lowell
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The Song Of Life
Life is a song,
Life is a poem.
Be happy in delirium doom,
Laugh loudly even in gloom.
Life is a sunlight
Life is a cloud,
Hide and seek,
Unbound sailing in the deep.
Life is a sky
- An open mind,
--High and wide,
Profound pleasure even in the uneven glide.
Life is a market,
Some will buy some will sell
Some will lose some will gain.
You may lose today
But tomorrow you may gain
Never permanent are pleasure and pain
If the situations are against or in favour
No matter,
The will be not be the same forever
How hard is the blow!
How tough is to flow!
Even though,
Never, never bent or bow.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Dollar Debate
It is a common saying,
That happiness is one thing
Which money cannot buy.
Although this be widespread knowlege,
This philosophy,
I must deny.
Why?
Because money does
Buy happiness,
For a fleeting while.
What is achieved is
A momentary excitement
And gleefulness -
Perhaps even a fading smile.
However, my freind -
This does not last.
Your happy pleasure
Rushes to an end -
And Alas!
Soon it be
In your past.
If, my friend,
Happiness is what you seek,
You shall have to keep
Running-
Chasing-
Grasping it
Again,
And Again!
You see,
Money can buy possessions,
And even the happiness
Of momentary pleasures.
However,
One thing still remains
Which money
Cannot -
Will not -
And shall NEVER buy -
Is something which
Only God can give:
The gift of eternal joy.
And so,
Dear freind -
You must decide!
What will it be?
Is it a glimps
Of happiness
Which you seek,
Or is it God's
Everlasting gift of joy?
To help you answer,
I will tell,
Which of these choices
I favor above all else -
I choose to continually go to God
To exchange,
My sorrows -
My sickness -
My worrries -
My cares -
My strife;
And exchange them
For God's permanent joy,
And His guiding hand
To hold my life.
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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Sonnet: Love Rules the World
Love is the thing by which God made our earth;
Love is the thing that saves us from dangers;
Love is the thing by which God gave man, breath;
Love is the thing that binds neighbors, strangers.
Love is the thing that creatures on earth seek;
Love is the thing we expect in friendship;
Love is the thing that rules man's heart, mind meek;
Love is the thing that thrills hearts in courtship.
Love is the thing that binds a family;
Love is the thing a teacher gives pupils;
Love is the thing we ought to give fully;
Love is the thing that every man's heart fills.
Love is the thing that gives meaning to life;
Love is the thing that binds man, God in strife.
poem by John Celes
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Love With Out Life
Imagine love without life
No one to hug
And say I love you
No one to kiss and
say good bye
No one to cry to
when they die
No one to forgive
When we no longer hate
No one to think about
No one to think of us
No heart to beat
with our love
No love to meet
No adventure for love to seek
Nor we to seek love's adventure
No mystery in the thing we love
there is no loving thing
No crushes
No flowers to give, nor flowers to pick
No one to discover ourselves in
No sighs,
No children, no babies
No respect
No souls to call our mate
No life to need a soul
No first date
No hand to hold, no hand to feel
No one to walk through life with
For there is no life
Let's live first and love shall come next I say…..
To Life
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Pleasure's fun. It's great, but you can't keep it going forever; just accept the fact that it's here and it's gone, and maybe then again, it will come back, and you'll get to do it again. Joy lasts forever. Pleasure is purely self-centered. It's all about your pleasure: it's about you. It's a selfish, self-centered emotion, that is created by a self-centered motive of greed. Joy is compassion. Joy is giving yourself to somebody else, or something else. And it's a kind of thing that is, in its subtlety and lowness, much more powerful than pleasure. You gethung up on pleasure; you're doomed. If you pursue joy, you will find everlasting happiness.
quote by George Lucas
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Sometimes we look for those thunderous things to happen in our life for our lives to change or go in the other direction. We seek the miracle. We seek the parting of the seas, the moving of the mountains. But no, it's a quiet thing. At least for me it was.
quote by Ben Vereen
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It is the paradox of life that the way to miss pleasure is to seek it first. The very first condition of lasting happiness is that a life should be full of purpose, aiming at something outside self.
quote by Hugo Black
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Opposite displeasure
Success gives pleasure.
Conquest gives pleasure.
Revenge gives pleasure.
Hunting gives pleasure.
Coveting gives pleasure.
Mind; every pleasure
Gives equal and opposite
Displeasure to others.
In a way we act as sadists
04.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Same Thing Over
You say you're going to turn a leaf.
But it's the same thing over.
You say you're going to release your grief.
But it's the same thing over.
You say no more to jumping through hoops.
You say you're going to do what you choose.
You say you're going to be free and loose...
But it's the same thing over.
You say you're picking up more speed.
But it's the same thing.
You say new rhythms you now beat.
But it's the same thing.
You say more of life you will see...
But it's the same thing over.
You say more of life you will see.
But it's the same thing!
It's the same thing.
Same thing you will bring into your life,
Until it's over.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pleasure is the life
Painlessness is happiness.
Absence of fear is peacefulness.
Pleasure is something different.
Pleasure of sex is its peak.
Life worthiness lies in the duration
Of pleasure. Enjoy the life.
19.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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^ Love ^
Why do I evade you?
You give me pain.
Why do I seek him…?
He gives me pleasure.
Is love all about
Evading pain…
And seeking
Pleasure…?
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Pleasure XXIV
Then a hermit, who visited the city once a year, came forth and said, "Speak to us of Pleasure."
And he answered, saying:
Pleasure is a freedom song,
But it is not freedom.
It is the blossoming of your desires,
But it is not their fruit.
It is a depth calling unto a height,
But it is not the deep nor the high.
It is the caged taking wing,
But it is not space encompassed.
Ay, in very truth, pleasure is a freedom-song.
And I fain would have you sing it with fullness of heart; yet I would not have you lose your hearts in the singing.
Some of your youth seek pleasure as if it were all, and they are judged and rebuked.
I would not judge nor rebuke them. I would have them seek.
For they shall find pleasure, but not her alone:
Seven are her sisters, and the least of them is more beautiful than pleasure.
Have you not heard of the man who was digging in the earth for roots and found a treasure?
And some of your elders remember pleasures with regret like wrongs committed in drunkenness.
But regret is the beclouding of the mind and not its chastisement.
They should remember their pleasures with gratitude, as they would the harvest of a summer.
Yet if it comforts them to regret, let them be comforted.
And there are among you those who are neither young to seek nor old to remember;
And in their fear of seeking and remembering they shun all pleasures, lest they neglect the spirit or offend against it.
But even in their foregoing is their pleasure.
And thus they too find a treasure though they dig for roots with quivering hands.
But tell me, who is he that can offend the spirit?
Shall the nightingale offend the stillness of the night, or the firefly the stars?
And shall your flame or your smoke burden the wind?
Think you the spirit is a still pool which you can trouble with a staff?
Oftentimes in denying yourself pleasure you do but store the desire in the recesses of your being.
Who knows but that which seems omitted today, waits for tomorrow?
Even your body knows its heritage and its rightful need and will not be deceived.
And your body is the harp of your soul,
And it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.
And now you ask in your heart, "How shall we distinguish that which is good in pleasure from that which is not good?"
Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower,
But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee.
For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,
And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,
And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.
People of Orphalese, be in your pleasures like the flowers and the bees.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Thinkers
On thinking you are fine is another book,
Of every little pleasure I see and seek,
For the plant to grow as ever to speak and
Live a long, long life to always keep.
I think that your soldier is braver and more on
The blessing of human danger. Much is the
Expansion, the Just Upbringing that gave and forgave
the lesson of human help.
Still the thinker can believe that simultaneous laughter
Can rid the planet of pleasure and leisure;
But not it is. It is more than pleasing to confer and
Destroy for All Time.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Coda
(after Dorothy Parker)
There’s a time that there’s pleasure in living,
to it there is something really divine,
when love is essence to taking and giving,
and life sparkles happy like good red wine
but when time does it thing and rushes on
the body looses all its usefulness
when most of one’s days are totally gone;
cynical one views friends with aloofness
while in art you hunt for some catharsis,
some seek the beauty of a younger lady
while they do want the essence of bliss
but life at the end becomes somewhat shady
while you conclude final moves in life’s spell,
to grasp the ways between heaven and hell.
[Reference: “Coda” by Dorothy Parker.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Cow (Chapter 2, Verses 272, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
It's not incumbent on you
To make them walk on the right avenue
But Allah wants whomsoever
He guides them through the right way
And whatever good thing you give
It's for your own benefit
And you should not give it
But to seek Allah's pleasure
And whatever good thing you give
Shall be paid back in full as per Allah's measure
And there will be no injustice whatsoever.
poem by Asif Andalib
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The Answer
(sambora, foster)
The lightning flashed as angels
Rode fiery chargers through the clouds
That answer scared me into tears
And all the grownups laughed out loud
Now the years roll on, tired voices have all gone
Now they ride their thunder through the heavens
Theres a world in every drop of rain
Embracing oceans sweep us home again
Come along with me, come along with me
Seek the truth, you shall not find another lie
They say for every living thing
Theres a guide up in the sky
That helps you pass from world to world
So you never really die
Then with scythe and cloak
Death comes waltzing to your side
As the visions pass you ask
If there was meaning to your life
As you strain to hear the answer, spirits sing, and devils fiddle
As he bends to whisper in your hear, he leaves you one more riddle
Oh, the answer lies beyond the pain
All the questions in our minds, we surely ask in vain
Come along with me, come along with me
Seek the truth, and you shall find another life
And now my life is like a storm
Growing stronger every day
Like the unrelenting wind
That comes to blow our lives away
So I live each day like I know its my last
If there is no future there must be no past
Now I know the answers never meant a thing
And with each instant that I breathe
I feel the joy that life can bring
Come along with me, come along with me
Seek the truth, you shall not find another lie
Come along with me, come along with me
Seek the truth, you shall not find another lie
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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Dedicated Follower Of Fashion
They seek him here, they seek him there,
His clothes are loud, but never square.
It will make or break him so hes got to buy the best,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
And when he does his little rounds,
round the boutiques of london town,
Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
He thinks he is a flower to be looked at,
And when he pulls his frilly nylon panties right up tight,
He feels a dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
Theres one thing that he loves and that is flattery.
One week hes in polka-dots, the next week he is in stripes.
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
They seek him here, they seek him there,
In regent street and leicester square.
Everywhere the carnabetian army marches on,
Each one an dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
His world is built round discoteques and parties.
This pleasure-seeking individual always looks his best
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
He flits from shop to shop just like a butterfly.
In matters of the cloth he is as fickle as can be,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
song performed by by Kinks
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There is a life-force within your soul
There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life.
There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that
mine.
O traveler, if you are in search of That
Don't look outside, look inside yourself and seek That.
What needeth all this travail?
What needeth all this travail and turmoiling
Shortening the life's pleasure
To seek this far-fetched treasure
In those hot climates under Phoebus broiling?
poem by John Wilbye
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