Our minds thus grow in spots and like grease spots, the spots spread. But we let them spread as little as possible we keep unaltered as much of our old knowledge, as many of our old prejudices and beliefs, as we can.
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Our minds thus grow in spots and like grease spots, the spots spread. But we let them spread as little as possible we keep unaltered as much of our old knowledge, as many of our old prejudices and beliefs, as we can.
quote by William James
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Leopard
Leopards with their spots
Four legged polka dots
Jaguars too have spots
Leopard have densely spots
Jaguars have central spots
You and I call them spots
But Zoologist calls them
'Rosettes' which doesn't rhyme with spots.
Better to call them 'spots'
because it rhymes with 'dots.'
Our Life
Our life appears akin the floor
Of mosaic tiles, spotted, three hues;
Each tile denotes a month that passed;
The spots refer to good and bad!
Umpteen are grey spots – venial sins,
By habit done, incessantly;
The fewer black spots – mortal sins,
Against the Ten Commands of God!
The spots of white were good deeds done;
Some tiles had few, some had galore;
The size of dots too varied much;
Such tiles were scarcely found and rare!
We yearn to see the floor all tiled,
With spots of white, all huge and bright;
Yet, earthly life is what we make
By labour, done in heaven’s light!
(24-07-11)
poem by John Celes
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A leopard does not change his spots, or change his feeling that spots are rather a credit.
quote by Ivy Compton-Burnett
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Paddle Out
I never thought that when I grew up I would be in a band
And travel all the best spots in the land Im not here
To brag or boast Im here to
Tell you bout the spots that I love the most
Natural bridges on a clean
West swell breaks over the reef like a bat out
Of hell stockton ave gets
Hollow and mean and on a big day it works like
A machine outside
Stockton gets hot like a glove swift st john st into
Mitchells cove big
Steamer lane makes you wish you were a trout when
Its mackin so hard
Only two dudes paddle out
A huge summertime south swell hit when Im in
My hometown in a surfside bowl is
Where I can be found or up and down
The coast checkin the spots that I love the most
song performed by by Sublime
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The Awakening
I wake up in the basement
I'm so hungry
I'm dry
I must be here sleepwalking
Mustn't I?
Getting up from my easy chair looking for my wife
Following a trail of crimson
Spots that lead into the night
Suddenly I realize
I see it all through real eyes
These crimson spots are dripping from my hand
And ooh it makes me feel like a man
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Every age has its massive moral blind spots. We might not see them, but our children will. Slavery was one of them and the people who best served that age were the ones who called it as it was — which was ungodly and inhuman. … Segregation. There was another one. America sees this now but it took a civil rights movement to betray their age. … What are the ideas right now worth betraying? What are the lies we tell ourselves now? What are the blind spots of our age?
I curse my critics.
I know I have weak spots.
I am annoyed with the people
As they find irrelevant spots
To pinpoint my weakness.
I know I have plus point.
I am disgusted with the people
As they find inconsistent points,
To project my plus points.
I am not known for what mostly I am.
29.05.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The snow
The snow lay like a blanket upon the ground
The trees & bushes it does surround
In spots its dirty in spots its clean
Why does the dirt have to mess up the scene
To make snow angels upon the ground
Where the glistening snow does abound
To make angels in the snow
For you can do that wherever you go
To be a child again and play in the drift
Should be my lifes greatest wish
To know then What I know now
Would be wonderful that I do avow
poem by Bonnie B Long
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Stripe Me Pink
We have to be careful
with whatever we say
as it might happen to us one day.
I knew a fellow once
who had a saying that entered
into every conversation that he made.
He would say quite loudly,
well, stripe me pink.
One day he woke up
and found he was striped pink
but the joker didn’t stop there,
he gave him green and purple spots as well.
He went to his doctor
who was quite mystified
with having a man come into his surgery
with pink stripes and green and purple spots.
He asked what he had been eating,
nothing unusual the fellow replied.
The doctor frowned
feeling there was nothing he could do
told him to go home and rest until it wore off.
The days passed and a month went by
but the stripes and spots remained.
Off he trotted back to see the doctor again
who shook his head saying
there was nothing he could do
as is looks like the stripes and the dots are permanent.
The only suggest I can make
is that you get clothes the very same colour
then no one will ever know
which is the clothes and which is you.
So the next time you utter something ridiculous
be careful what you are saying
as you might end up wearing it
until your dying day.
1 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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She was scrubbing furiously at a line of grease spots which led from the stove towards the door to the dining-room. That was where Henry had held the platter tilted as he carried the steak in yesterday. And yet if she had warned him once about that, she had a thousand times!
quote by Dorothy Canfield Fisher
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Innocent smile
Innocent smile
So nice and innocent smile
Spread wings just now for a while
Beautiful appearance like rose petals
Color so beautiful and fragrance on arrival
What a girl child has to speak?
All lovely tales smilingly with shining cheeks
Those lovely deep signs make magic spell
Everything is not going end so well
Just stepping in youth will invite problems
Starting of bad sign with all troubles
Anybody may try to take advantage
Luring from all directions to put in cage
Culprits may spread the dragnet
They will not allow her to know or let
It will be all swift and not to anybody’s knowledge
Black spots spread on all the golden pages
I wish her to spread wings
Dance in open and beautifully sing
Spread the message of love and invite
All scenes of glory and slowly light
Let her live in sweet memory
Enjoy innocent stage with no sorry
Let that lovely flower boom
Let there be no worry or room
If crushed before time may spell doom
Whole life may be overcastted with gloom
Happiness may never surface again
Flower may die it builds any chain
Let garden have thousand of flowers
All with its fragrance and shining colors
To enjoy the beauty from distance
Not to pluck or harm even at once
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Upon A Looking Glass
In this see thou thy beauty, hast thou any,
Or thy defects, should they be few or many.
Thou may'st, too, here thy spots and freckles see,
Hast thou but eyes, and what their numbers be.
But art thou blind? There is no looking-glass
Can show thee thy defects, thy spots, or face.
Comparison.
Unto this glass we may compare the Word,
For that to man advantage doth afford
(Has he a mind to know himself and state),
To see what will be his eternal fate.
But without eyes, alas! how can he see?
Many that seem to look here, blind men be.
This is the reason they so often read
Their judgment there, and do it nothing dread.
poem by John Bunyan
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The dog-eat-dog plot
A lunatic eagle in a suicidal operation twiddled with the tail of an old lion and set it on fire.
The authorities of the jungle gathered to counsel to do something about it;
'We should not wipe stained with blood spots by shedding more blood
So let's unlock the door of democracy.'
Send our eagles in the sky
And teach the presupposed attackers a lesson.'
.
'Peace making flights!
ِ Don't get close to them
Something in their faultless looks may be frightening and contagious
Attack from high afar.'
'Ready! '
'Open fire on them
Aim at the flowery spots of the mother's dress
Fire, fire, fire, fire, .....
'The baby was not on her mother's lap, was she?
She was asleep, wasn't she?
Now all of the vultures fall down! ''
Over!
poem by Seyyed Bagher Mirshojaee
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21st CENTURY (Composed In 1998)
The added wisdom with the scornful use,
Will add more to the human miseries.
A century of conflicts, contending confusions,
Blurring the minds, hearts, and vision,
The Dormant Righteousness will be tormented,
To the utmost extent, the sleeping conscience,
Will awaken to give the Universal Call,
To wash contagious, cancerous effects,
Of faithlessness and too selfishness,
Uniting the indignant broken hearts.
An era of violation and use of force,
When spacey cobras will vomit fire,
Resulting wide disastrous devastation,
Erasing the falsified civilizations,
The Gigantic Guards will receive,
The grievous injuries in both the eyes,
Upon the skull, on hard brainy spots,
Making them blind, desperate mad,
In Panic trouble they will pant,
Ravaging around, with thundering roar.
They will bear upon this fatal fate,
For poking noses in the world everywhere,
It is the time to patch spots worn out,
With the thread of tolerance, and sacrifice.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Lucy The Jack Russel
Talking to Sharon about Lucy at the condo the other night,
I discovered her dog is a breed with very good eyesight.
She is a hunter and can sense what’s there,
Lucy always stops to smell the air.
Lucy is always ready to run,
Sharon holds her back she would take off for fun.
Lucy has spots gold on her back all in a row,
even on her belly gold spots do show.
Lucy is a Jack Russel and another breed as well,
Sharon thinks possibly Beagle, but it’s hard to tell.
Sharon knows one thing for sure,
she loves to chase after squirrels.
Lucy can catch the squirrel by the tail,
she’s really fast, you won’t hear the squirrel yell.
Lucy is precious to Sharon for she is like her child,
Lucy makes Sharon happy with a smile.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 11,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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