Things that have a common quality ever quickly seek their kind.
quote by Marcus Aurelius
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Reflecting Upon Regrets
We accept.
Even those rejections,
That come to us unexpected...
We accept.
We all try to do our best.
Very few try hard 'not' to succeed.
It is a quality of human nature...
To do those things to have others pleased.
We seek conquests,
To prove to some...
We are better than the rest.
With an neglecting of common sense...
Ignored!
When our backs are up against a fence.
Or a high brick wall...
We refuse to climb.
Or around it crawl!
We accept.
Even those rejections,
That come to us unexpected...
We accept.
We seek conquests,
To prove to some...
We are better than the rest.
With an neglecting of common sense...
Ignored!
We all try our best.
Very few try hard 'not' to succeed.
It is a quality of human nature...
To do those things to have others pleased.
When our backs are up against a fence.
Or a high brick wall...
We refuse to climb.
Or around it crawl!
We accept.
But never direct our steps,
To move forward with lessons learned.
That has, of yet...
Been a choice to satisfy,
Without reflecting upon regrets!
Since regrets for us are not acceptable.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quantity Versus Quality
Quantity versus quality is easily achieved,
For those seeking to rush a production of insignificance.
To make claims of something gained.
But clearly a waste of initiative...
Leeched to seek attention sought.
At the expense of another's originality.
But then...
Maggots wouldn't exist,
If they were not fed a reason.
And I am told the best 'maggots' are kept,
Sweat shopped.
Where expressions of flattery and duplicity,
Of ideals to lift and label quickly as one's own...
Are better appreciated in that kind of climate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Courage and modesty are the most unequivocal of virtues, for they are of a kind that hypocrisy cannot imitate they too have this quality in common, that they are expressed by the same color.
Courage and modesty are the most unequivocal of virtues, for they are of a kind that hypocrisy cannot imitate they too have this quality in common, that they are expressed by the same color.
Inbuilt Quality
Who can predict the end?
Who can know foe or friend?
How do you judge a person by trend?
What kind of signals is sent?
If you this much in your dealing
Wound may be quickly healing
There won’t be discomfort in reality
You have such a nice and in built quality
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The quality of mercy (conditions apply)
The quality of mercy,
Portia declared,
the quality of mercy is
suspended during the present conflict
the quality of mercy is
not the business of a Minister of Justice
the quality of mercy is
not a matter of individual conscience
the quality of mercy is
too subtle for public discussion
or law
the quality of mercy is
only for Shakespeare and stuff
the quality of mercy is
less stimulating than revenge
the quality of mercy is
no business of yours
the quality of mercy is
no concern of religious authorities
who should stay silent
the quality of mercy is
an outdated concept
the quality of mercy is
nothing to do with forgiveness
or circumstantial evidence
or the remission of sins
the quality of mercy is
no longer a matter of pride
the quality of mercy is
no longer a mark of humanity
the quality of mercy
would be OK if Obama said so
the quality of mercy
is one hell of a hot potato
cooked in oil
the quality of mercy
droppeth as the gentle
dew from heaven
upon a broken fuselage
and it is too much
or too little
for our understanding.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Nothing In Common
You and I have nothing in common.
When I look to the sky,
I do not seek clouds.
And when it rains I feel nourished.
At least I accept a growth of some kind,
Is going on to encourage my mind...
To remain curious with an inquisitive need,
To adventure.
You associate your life with everything negative.
If I allowed you...
I'd be limping around feeling pains of empathy.
And you'd be there...
Delighting to see my back hunched over,
From a load of your constant unpacking of complaints.
My mind is not here for you to pluck.
All that time I've given to you has been used up.
You and I have nothing in common.
When I look to the sky,
I do not seek clouds.
And when it rains I feel nourished.
At least I accept a growth of some kind,
Is going on to encourage my mind...
To remain curious with an inquisitive need,
To adventure.
And you only come around to offer dead ends!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If mind is common to us, then also the reason, whereby we are reasoning beings, is common. If this be so, then also the reason which enjoins what is to be done or left undone is common. If this be so, law also is common; if this be so, we are citizens; if this be so, we are partakers in one constitution; if this be so, the Universe is a kind of Commonwealth.
quote by Marcus Aurelius
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I do not think that there is any other quality so essential to success of any kind as the quality of perseverance. It overcomes almost everything, even nature.
quote by John D. Rockefeller
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I do not think there is any other quality so essential to success of any kind as the quality of perseverance. It overcomes almost everything, even nature.
quote by John D. Rockefeller
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Beauty
Will you stop it and go away! ?
I can't get anything done!
In my eyes you seem to stay.
'Well...
Look the other way!
I can't change what it is you see! '
That's my point, Beauty!
I'm just recognizing,
You are all over the place!
You've been here all the time?
Everywhere in my face?
And now that I've awakened...
I'd rather admire your grace.
Forgiving and forgetting,
My disgraceful attitudes
Accompanied by my bad taste!
'I thought you said,
You couldn't get 'anything' done? '
Those selfish things I was accustomed to do.
Believing I alone had something to prove.
But now that I've discovered you...
And in everything you are...
Even things once ugly,
You are there in all things and in everyone!
I am aware of exactly what you are!
I'm sure what I've done can be quickly overcomed!
Now that you've shown me,
The quality of what 'you've' done!
Beauty I am nothing!
I 'see' you...and I am stunned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Genuine As Those Who Know It
Whether it becomes displayed,
Or laid in the shadows to dust...
Quality is eventually discovered.
And known to show what it is.
Quality dusted never ages to rust.
No matter what attempts are made,
By those unappreciative of its value.
A quality that remains to be quality,
Is as genuine as those who know it!
Regardless of what rating it gets.
Quality can not be rated against,
That which it has no peers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There's a kind of dynamic quality about theater and that dynamic quality expresses itself in relation to, first of all, the environment in which it's being staged; then the audience, the nature of the audience, the quality of the audience.
quote by Wole Soyinka
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An Anniversary Prayer For You
Love is a language that one learns to speak
When one is given a chance to seek
For the cooling shade of love and care
Of his loved ones who is dear
For love is a game that two people play
And then both win it in their way
And then everything looks bright to them
And all their days with prayers are hemmed
So don't waste time but try to seek
And learn it quickly and then speak
For love is a gift that's rare and kind
And bring to all joy and peace of mind.
Happy 5th Anniversary Sumbul Apa
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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The suffering we are...
I’m only looking to post this mail
I don’t know if it will get through
To the hostel where you daily seek a kind of health
And stumbling to my hill
I can’t ensure a forward path
To hospitals where they will seek to call you ill
It isn’t clear
That you aren’t horizontal, flat or broke –
Or lucky with the government, provision for the unemployed
There’s not been a cough or word
Since we cooked and laughed in Coventry
And you told me how your mother said that you should marry me
I only have discovered
In this brief and frothing brew of my affection
A little aphoristic pill that puts us sane above the rest:
It would be cynical to cure
All the suffering we are, to contain
The pain we see, with art, of any quality.
poem by Frank Bana
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How far this attitude
I don’t know how far this attitude can be correct?
But it definitely forces me to think over and positively act
You can cheat everybody but not your conscience
It will trouble you whenever you are feeling absence
Why at all do we need to go almighty and bow head?
Do we have no clear guidance for the simple life to lead?
Why all the times we resort to take refuge under falsehood?
We are utterly disgusting the name of our parenthood
We have lame excuse to offer ourselves for any of the mistake
We think almighty is very kind and will not mind for our being fake
We can visit once a while and excuse for all the sins
God will pardon us for all ills and never grin
Well, rightly said and observed too
There is definite weight behind and very true
Even without going to Him, we can have blessings
There is absolutely nothing wrong in our approach or missing
He is there to pardon us for each and everything
We should be prepared to let something
At least some part or fraction of entire things
You will be given enough of blessings
Love the sinner but lot the sin
The chances for change are very thin
Sinner can be persuaded to change
The tendency may remain so even if you win
It is common knowledge to ask for forgiveness
This is one sign of good quality of kindness
You have kind heart that fears from evil
All nice things may happen with you or are on anvil
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Have You Ever Done That Before?
Your 'things' do not make you a better human being.
You may believe they establish you a status.
But there is something that can be said about pretense...
That leaves those hungering to spend their time,
With people who express a common sense...
From thought producing minds.
It is a rarity to find folks,
Who have not been tainted or provoked...
By teased materialistic dreams.
Or the kind of people who become identified...
By where they live and what they drive.
Living a quality of life that seems delightfully contrived.
Yet inside of them there is a frightful hollowness...
That is silently screamed,
And quietly demeaning them.
Your 'things' do not make you a better human being.
And their absence,
Also has not revealed you possess an integrity.
With your identity gone packed away with your 'things'...
And no integrity left you can display or bring,
What is it that you claim you can give to offer?
Superficiality?
Okay...
And,
What else do you have besides that?
Do you have anything we can chew on that's concrete?
How about a conversation we all can contribute.
Have you ever done that before?
Had you considered comprehending after listening,
To complete sentences...
Delivered to your assuming ears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Eternal Kind Of Love (Enclosed Triplet)
While time far too quickly passes us by
in the presence of things pure and true
that between some beloved partners does lie,
sometimes the vast protecting sapphire sky
hangs covering over us, in it’s deep blue
hangs somewhat sheltering over you and I,
as there’s longing for something in each eye
of every great thing that we can pursue,
while continually time gets wings to fly
but somewhere a kind of essence does lie,
like something precious with a prefect hue,
as true love is the thing that does us tie
while in every thing for which we vie
you accompany me in all that we do
and somewhere is lost the me and the my
while own interests we do at times defy,
your graceful face remains my only retinue
until the very day that we do die,
even in all that we treat with some fie
we stick to each other like a kind of glue
while time far too quickly passes us by.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Your Honesty
It's Your honesty
With you I have no
choice When you talk to me
I can make love to your voice
It's the things I see
when I look into your eyes
It's your honesty
Pulling me closer to u baby
You know you drive me crazy
You are one of a kind
And i want you to be mine,
oh oh mine Pulling me closer to you
You have a special quality
You're bringing out the best in me
You have a special quality
You are pulling me closer to you
It's Your honesty
With you I have no choice
When u talk to me
I can make love to your voice
It's the things I see
when I look into your eyes
It's your honesty
Pulling me closer to you baby
You know it just gets better
This is the way it should be
You know the truth will set you free,
so free Pulling me closer to you
You have a special quality
You're bringing out the best in me
You have a special quality
You are pulling me closer to you
It's Your honesty
With you I have no choice
When u talk to me
I can make love to your voice
It's the things i see
when i look into your eyes
It's your honesty
Pulling me closer to u baby
Touch my little body
Embrasse moi mon amour
pour ce soir, pour toujours
Keeping touch my little body
dis-moi la vrite
oui je sais toujours.
You have a special quality
You're bringing out the very best in me
You have a special quality
You are pulling me closer to you Honesty
song performed by by Madonna
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Where Has That Quality Of Life Gone Today?
Those that grow old but not 'up',
Live lives in recycled patterns.
A process that benefits routine...
Within set limitations,
That have come to demean common sense.
Those living to break away from those 'molds',
Had been referred to as nonconformists at one time.
Now the 'mavericks' have replaced them,
With no concern for the quality of life.
And when nonconformists were shunned...
They sought a better way of life for everyone.
And many attempted to do this,
Without the purchasing and selling...
Of illegal weapons such as guns.
And where has that quality of life gone today?
To the pleading of the needs of those greedy...
Who have left that quality of life stray,
Into corrupted decay.
With other 'necessities' politically and religiously valued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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