And every now and then people find the bugs, and they interpret those as cool failures in the Sims terms. For them it's like a treasure hunt, you know.
quote by Will Wright
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For Something Not Done
Mrs Sims, says little Jom
looking angelic and innocent
Yes? says Mrs Sims
looking strict and a bit wary
Would you punish me, Mrs Sims
for something I didn’t do?
Oh, of course not
says Mrs Sims,
looking kind and reassuring
That’s ridiculous
Teachers never punish students
for something students didn’t do
Oh, says little Jom
looking triumphant
I didn’t do my homework, Mrs Sims
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Failures
When failures come, oh, do not fret;
For failures, you must not regret;
Through failures, one can turn perfect,
As failure isn’t a great defect!
Each failure gives us chance again;
Through failures, we have much to gain;
So, failures are a boon, not bane;
Yes, failures make a man much sane!
All cannot win in life always;
Set-backs do come to us some days;
With failures, one makes strong a base;
Our failures bestow bolder face!
With failures come, added wisdom;
’Tis hard to hold a large kingdom;
Failures in life are much welcome,
As successes will always come.
Failures help us to love God more;
Failures are winning signs in core;
Failures can open newer door;
Failures can take us to the fore!
Which man on earth had always won?
With rain, there comes a brighter sun;
With failures, one can have much fun;
Failures aid us to faster run!
Failures can help us fare better;
Failures aren’t man’s strongest fetter;
Failures are just a trend-setter;
Failures make us a win-getter!
By failures, one can stop awhile;
Through failures, you run longer mile;
Failures do not remain life’s bile;
Failures help us finish in style!
Failures help us see truth again;
Failures remove the pride and feign;
Failures help us take newer lane;
Failures help us win in the main!
Through failures, we begin again,
And success smiles, easing out pain!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-17-2010
poem by John Celes
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If there's a message, it's that the unlovable and unattractive parts of ourselves should be embraced. The only real currency between people is what happens when they're not cool. And I hope people feel OK about not being cool.
quote by Helen Hunt
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The Unforgiven Hunt
I shouldn't be telling you this
No one should be telling you this, but
Only a few people even know
About the time of the Unforgiven Hunt-
We are on the Unforgiven Hunt, so I should tell you
I can't even tell you
What the Hunt is about
And why it is called just that-
The Hunt
But I just told you
That the Hunt is called the Hunt
For a reason-
So now I should tell you the whole story
How we came to this point
Why our features stand out
In the whole world, all the countries
First, we were like all the others
Down-to-earth, forgiving, out loud
Sharing all our secrets
But now the Hunt people regret
That we came this far
We came this far, we broke our friendship apart
Now we are on the Unforgiven Hunt
The time of the Hunt started at the time of the Hunt
No one really knows
When it was, what it was that unbalanced the scale
Of life and death-
But we are on the Unforgiven Hunt
We started the Unforgiven Hunt by saying,
"We have to increase our lifestyle, then we'll stop"
But over time, it grew to be our hobby
Beating other countries
In machines, in factories and greed
In food, in water and high standards
In shelter, in organizing, in need
We are still on the Unforgiven Hunt
The happy people are failures because they are on such good terms with themselves they don't give a damn.
quote by Agatha Christie
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This Is the Kind of Life
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
We are born to believe,
What is fed to us.
This 'feeding' is received...
And what is perceived,
We with others retrieve with like minds!
Preferring to find those of the same kind,
With like 'experiences' shared without fear!
And fear keeps us all indoctrinated to accept doubt!
Isn't that what marketing peace is about?
With the realization it will never be found...
As we rely on the production of conflict and confusion,
To always be identified!
Knowing that as well as we do.
And hoping this in our lives stays around!
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
And is kept alive to thrive...
In comfort zones,
Until the day we die!
Leaving those who defy these 'truths'...
Spilling their guts out in confession booths.
Or squeezing themselves to sit in pews...
As they listen to hypocrites from pulpits preach,
To leech on minds already screwed and confused!
And this is the kind of life,
We all have come to love!
Listening to teachings,
That 'demons' from hell have no wings...
Allowing to be demoralized on Sunday,
Learning more about the devil...
As we hear these 'disciples' sing!
And this is the kind of life,
We all have come to love!
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Skin Of My Teeth
closing in on the end
of one more sunday
thinking that tomorrow
i still won't recall
what i did last monday
last week
that i'm promising myself
that i'm still looking
for looking and hunting
those who are hungry
but struggle through sleep
and dreams get between
commerce and creativity
so i decide to keep the hunt on
out-foxed and still weak
too tired to apply
and can't find that just right
blink hard away
my blurred sight
dry mouth and a jaw aching
from the self-imposed grind
and from getting by another time
by the skin of my teeth
(november 22,2010, new orleans, la, usa)
poem by Thomas Quentin Sims
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From the biography of an unknown woman: II
She has chosen no path
She's simply put on one
Hazardous and full of
Pitfalls
Avalanches
Landslides
Tre nches
Pebbles and
Boulders too
Yet she walks on
Like a little girl on a treasure hunt
Still expecting to find a treasure
And
She walks on with cuts and bruises
Like a walking raw wound
She patiently walks on...
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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On Their Own Terms
On their own terms,
People have a right to do and choose...
As they please.
This should not lead to an argument.
However...
When those terms and choices one chooses,
At the crossing over a threshold into someone's home...
Anyone believing they should be treated,
Based upon their own terms...
Should excuse themselves immediately.
Before they are asked to leave.
Thus making the keeping of their own terms,
An issue not needing to be debated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Treasured
A treasure that was given,
Was dismissed before declared.
The value of it was unknown...
So its purpose was not shared.
It sat amongst the midst of the people.
And they ignored its glow.
They ignored the power of it.
And for years its existence,
The people claimed not to know.
One day the treasure was spotted by a stranger.
Someone who had lived and been around.
Someone who knew what to value in life...
And stumbled accidently,
Upon this small town.
Instantly the treasure was recognized.
And the stranger could not believe what was seen.
The treasure was grateful a respect was shown.
And the people were surprised...
What had been announced by the stranger,
Had not been known!
But it was too late!
The treasure was only there,
To have someone appreciate it.
That appreciation was given!
And the stranger and the treasure...
Forever became enriched friends.
And left together feeling blessed,
They had found each other treasured!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Christmas Presents Treasure Hunt
Every year on the first of December
the annual Christmas presents treasure hunt begins.
During the January sales, my wife and I buy
our Christmas presents for the on coming year,
buy them and hide them
and each year we forget where we hid them too.
One year I had a bright idea,
I would draw up a little map,
then my wife decided on a spring clean
moving furniture from one room to another
which rendered my little map rather obsolete.
Hence, the treasure hunt began
and when we had found most of them,
another problem then arose
about who were the presents for.
We drew up a list of everyone
and attached a present to their name,
but nothing is straightforward in our house,
backward maybe.
The list was binned
and we had to start again.
In our search for Christmas presents
something more surprising is what came to light,
a five-year old box of mouldy chocolates
that we had bought for someone
but could not remember who.
Waste not, want not is the key words here,
now who don’t we like
these mouldy old chocolates we will give to them
for their treat this year.
As for all those missing presents that we couldn’t find,
it looks like shopping again
and maybe next year we’ll find the ones we lost
and sit down to figure out someone who we can give them to.
poem by David Harris
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If you're going to define me properly, you must think in terms of my failures as well as my successes.
quote by Harrison Ford
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Bugs Don’t Like Fire
Bugs don’t like fire,
or smoke,
they are so little
they choke.
Bugs do breath,
But you can’t see,
they also die from
Bug spray, so please,
just find another way,
not to pollute
and take away,
Their time here today.
Written on March 22nd 2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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So I was always passionate about it and felt that it was sort of the golden thread inside me in terms of what I was supposed to do in terms of work but I think I have relaxed a lot in terms of the actual experience and actually enjoy it more and enjoy the people more.
quote by Barbara Hershey
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Death Of Samantha
Two, one, two, three, four.
People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.
When i'm on the phone, i thank god,
My voice sounds smooth and clear without a trace of tear.
When i'm at work, i thank god,
I still have that smile ma used to say lit her day.
But something inside me, something inside me died that day.
People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.
When i'm with people, i thank god,
I can talk hip when i'm crying inside.
When i'm with friends, i thank god,
I can light a cigarette when i'm choking inside.
People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.
A friend lent me shades
So i could hide my eyes that day.
Was a snowy day,
The shades have seen a lot of things i didn't want to know myself.
Was like an accident, part of growing up,
People tell me.
But something inside me, something inside me died that day.
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
The world suddenly looks a strange place,
People seem talking in foreign words.
And something inside me, something inside me died that day.
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Death Of Samantha
Two, one, two, three, four.
People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.
When i'm on the phone, i thank god,
My voice sounds smooth and clear without a trace of tear.
When i'm at work, i thank god,
I still have that smile ma used to say lit her day.
But something inside me, something inside me died that day.
People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.
When i'm with people, i thank god,
I can talk hip when i'm crying inside.
When i'm with friends, i thank god,
I can light a cigarette when i'm choking inside.
People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.
A friend lent me shades
So i could hide my eyes that day.
Was a snowy day,
The shades have seen a lot of things i didn't want to know myself.
Was like an accident, part of growing up,
People tell me.
But something inside me, something inside me died that day.
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
The world suddenly looks a strange place,
People seem talking in foreign words.
And something inside me, something inside me died that day.
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Failures-Pillars of success
When failure comes our way,
Our heart yearns to slam everything away,
The world around us seems so unfair,
It is intolerable and difficult to bear!
Tears ignore to take a halt,
And we think that it’s our entire fault.
The atmosphere around us does not seem gay,
Of hope, we don’t find a single ray,
We don’t even know what life will bring,
We feel like leaving everything,
No excuse, no alibi, no reason seems valid,
God’s kingdom itself seems invalid,
During failure, this is the case for everyone,
But through failures, we must always learn,
That we must not be in a mess,
For failures are the pillars of success.
And if you arise after you fall,
Be sure that you’ve hit the ball,
Because those who fear are nothing but cowards,
Everything to them seems difficult and hard,
Through failures, we realize the value of success,
And know that it does not have an easy access,
Because success is a peace of mind,
Such a self-satisfaction, you’ll never find!
poem by Niyati Sangoi
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We Were Talking
about failures and i told her
i am not afraid of failures
they do not kill me
they are but postponed successes
in our lives
that i am no longer bound by failures for long
that they do not harm me
that we are incharge and things and people harm us
only if we allow them
we are the kings of our thrones
our territories are within our grasp
we breathe and we give life to what is near us
we are the doors
and we only let in
those that we love and who can love us in return
we shut ourselves
from pain
and we make each pillar of our kingdoms
strong
we were talking about love
and we like to be silent from then on
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Gail
A tree has grown on the spot
Where her body did rest
Blood seeped into the soil
From the knife in her chest
The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail
I wonder how the bugs remember Gail
What a lovely young girl
Everybody would say
You can still hear her laugh
In the shadows on a cold winter's day
A dog dug up a bone and wagged it's tail
I wonder how the dog remembers Gail
The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail
I wonder how the bugs remember Gail
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Belief In God On Their Own Terms
most people believe in God on their own terms
accept God on terms meaning only on their own terms
adapt religious belief to suit first their own terms
God is the same today yesterday tomorrow
God’s commandments are also the same
God never changed his divine commandments
the world changed watered down the law
to suit its own desires its own evil
never forget evil is not sanctioned by God
poem by Terence George Craddock
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