He who boasts of his ancestry is praising the deeds of another.
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He who boasts of his ancestry praises the merits of another. - Hercules Furens
He who boasts of his ancestry unduly will bring plenty of trouble upon himself.
Praise Up
Keep on praising, keep on praising
Praise up praise up
Praise up your mind to find a way to live
Keep on praising, keep on praising, keep on praising
Praise up all you people living in your fantasy
Praise up all you people trapped in mental captivity
Gonna free your mind, gonna free your mind
Right now with this feeling, feeling
Keep on praising, keep on praising
Praise up, praise up
Praise up your mind to a fine fine way to live
Keep on praising, keep on praising, keep on praising
Its your expression, its your expression
Its your expression that is leading me to see
Open up your eyes, this aint no compromise
Praise up on lord with this feeling right now
Oh lord what a feeling
Keep on praising, keep on praising
song performed by by G. Love & Special Sauce
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Evil Running To Slave Desires
water runs down hill
evil is as evil does
toad leap frogs into evil
threats schemes evil boasts
plans plots drug deeds lethal
demons dwell in reptilian hosts
drug shoot outs killings boasts
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Blessed Assurance
Blessed assurance
Jesus is mine
Oh what a foretaste
Of glory divine.
Heir of salvation
Purchase of God
Born of his spirit
Washed in his blood.
This is my story
This is my song
Praising my savior
All the day long.
This is my story
This is my song
Praising my savior
All the day long.
Perfect submission
All is at rest
I in my savior
Am happy and blessed
Watching and waiting
Looking above
Filled with his goodness
And lost in his love.
This is my story
This is my song
Praising my savior
All the day long.
This is my story
This is my song
Praising my savior
All the day long.
Praising my savior
All the day long...
song performed by by Randy Travis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Just Do Your Deeds and Be Done With It
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
Why struggle against ignorance...
When the force of it,
Can create powerful setbacks.
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
Without the need to seek attention.
Your deeds done will speak for themselves.
Leave them to do what it is to benefit!
And go.
Those living to fulfill an ego,
Will never understand...
Why their lives lived,
Have less peace in them!
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
That is all The Almighty requires.
And this 'Deity' is the judge of your soul.
No other opinion does The One solicit!
Just do your deeds and be done with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting Good Deeds Done
The best of good deeds,
Are not the ones discussed to be done!
The best deeds that are good...
Are those deeds lived,
And done by the ones who know
When and how to give!
Getting deeds done
Without discussions,
Weaken good intentions...
With diminishing attention given!
And spoken words without action,
Provide no satisfaction.
Although distracts with attraction,
That gets everyone talking...
And then walking away,
Just to say,
They promised they would come!
They promised to provide support...
But not get involved,
With getting good deeds done.
They see deeds as no lasting remedy!
But distortions of their involvement,
In the eyes of everyone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Three qualities for pride of manhood!
Feeling shy while others praise exuberantly,
Bearing patiently while somebody speak of you indifferently,
Doing virtuous deeds to everybody like clouds pouring rains
without discrimination to anybody are the three qualities
for pride of manhood! (thirikatukam 6)
The present scenario is to influence people
to arrange for praising profusely and periodically,
critisizing persons who pinpoint their mistakes,
and doing things for their own benefits indirectly!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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The Old Door Of Ancestry
it is an old door,
the jams are eaten by termites
the lock is not working
the hinges are rusty
and without the frame of my hands
it will just fall
as pieces
i imagine the house back
to restore
our ancestry, and i travel to places
to gather
what memories are left
the old men in those far places
are telling me stories
my notebook is swelling like
a river of tears
about to flood the banks of my
heart
many have abandoned
what the house of ancestry has to offer
there is nothing to eat
there and no one is cooking
some
noble concoctions
i am the son of Gregorio and my
grandfather is Domingo
who is one of the five children
of Juan who was married
to Rosa
they sailed away from
Maribujoc
and it was Modesto's rebellion
that carried them
away
to the island of Mindanao
and they cut the trees of the forest
built their homes
and cared for
their families
now i am moving places
into some other places of
no interest
the hours are fading
and the heirlooms are forgotten
i am looking for my roots
for i do not have what i call my own
i knock at the old broken door
of my ancestry
asking for pity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Honesty Has a Difficult Time Being Respected
Liars always seem to have their supporters.
Praising them for past deeds and activities.
Although they proclaim themselves,
To have morals and integrity.
With high standards obtained and reached.
But there is something about a liar,
That can teach those who may be disappointed.
A liar in today's society...
Has been lifted to realms of praise.
It is those who tell the truth and pursue decency,
That are despised and criticized for being arrogant.
And honesty has a difficult time being respected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Often Awed
A doer of good deeds,
Isn't sitting to receive accolades...
Heard,
In thunderous applause.
Thinking what is done is deserving of it.
A doer of good deeds done to do...
Is often awed,
That what is done naturally...
Gets any attention for those deeds done,
That pleases the giving of the doer...
Whose choice is the choosing,
Of the doing of those good deeds to do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deeds
Of all the greatest deeds
That man has ever conceived
It would be that one deed
That no-one ever did see.
The greatest deeds of them all
The one that people would recall
It would be that one deed
That no-one had ever saw.
The deeds that are always shown
Is like the wind that has blown
You are are cold and then awakened
But its memory is never known.
The good deeds that are quite
They are the ones with all the might
They are never, ever forgotten
And they are always in ones sight.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Earth & Skyscrapers
Old building: He is very proud of being a skyscraper
boasts to the world.
' I am the tallest and the richest too
my best friends are Sun & Moon'
New building: He is very proud of being a Skyscraper
boasts to the world.
' I am more taller and more richer than the old buiding
my best friends are Stars & Planets'
Earth : I am not proud like you and there is no world without me
my best friends are human; if I shake myself a bit
you all collapse on me.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Our deeds disguise us. People need endless time to try on their deeds, until each knows the proper deeds for him to do. But every day, every hour, rushes by. There is no time.
quote by Haniel Long
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Empty False Praising
Methods used to create new enemies,
All but seem increasingly less effective...
These days of fading hollow gestures.
Even traditionalists once quick,
To defend their self righteousness...
Are re-evaluating their positions.
Mostly based upon myth and superstitions.
The end has come to empty false praising.
Tick tock,
That clock with time...
Has been blocked to stop!
The end has come to empty false praising.
Tick tock,
That clock with time...
Has been blocked to stop!
More are more willing to switch beliefs,
Than to fight against...
Those conformists frozen and locked,
In mindsets of deceit.
The end has come to empty false praising.
Tick tock,
That clock with time...
Has been blocked to stop!
The end has come to empty false praising.
Tick tock,
That clock with time...
Has been blocked to stop!
Methods used to create new enemies,
All but seem increasingly less effective...
These days of fading hollow gestures.
Even traditionalists once quick,
To defend their self righteousness...
Are re-evaluating their positions.
Mostly based upon myth and superstitions.
The end has come to empty false praising.
Tick tock,
That clock with time...
Has been blocked to stop!
The end has come to empty false praising.
Tick tock,
That clock with time...
Has been blocked to stop!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Holy September
A kiss on the lips of today
For stepping into tommorow.
The blinds are closed for now.
Don't sell yourself for sorrow.
Oh! Precious my september.
Begins with all the stars.
Buses from the summer.
In september driving cars.
Praising my september.
Praising all my needs.
Sends me to tomorrow.
September grows my seeds.
Officers of my journey.
With love inside the day.
The tolerance of my wonder.
The tolerence of my dismay.
Nestled in september.
You've wakened from those dreams.
Oh holy, my september.
The cloth around my seams.
September shines around me,
Like the sun onto my day.
September my september.
Is there any other way?
poem by Attia Taylor
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Some men by ancestry are only the shadow of a mighty name.
Manifest Destiny
Written by jay kay and toby smith
Four hundred years or more
Since you came to crucify
They were taken far away from home
There were promises of paradise
But if they had been told that day
They would be told that this way
To satisfy the souls of chosen man
See I had to look carefully
At the shame of my ancestry
To redefine the storyline again
If I was taken for a day
And shown another day
Every child can learn a different thing
See I tried a million times
But I had to change my mind
Sadness was the best thing I could bring
On the inside he was dead and this is what he said
As he took away the blue above the clouds
Oh, superiority was clearly meant to be
So destiny will manifest in time
So where has all the love gone?
A troubled trail of tears will tell the tale
Of how I was put down where I dont belong
Woman, child and man for sale
For ethical slavery is just an absurdity
How can you be alive when you are dead
With these chains of hipocrisy
The shame of my ancestry
Forever strained in blood in which you tread
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Jamiroquai
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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