I very rarely get nervous as an actor. Very rarely.
quote by Corin Nemec
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In America, people rarely stay in the town where they grew up, rarely stay in close proximity to their parents throughout their lives. You rarely find parents in their old age being taken care of by their children.
quote by Robert Benton
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Poem For The People
If the people only knew
If they could visualize
Just open their eyes
Even stop to think about
If they could open their minds
They could get beyond
The worlds a funny place you know
Most of what goes on
Is rarely funny
Rarely funny
Could the people understand
In only whisper and screams
And colorless dreams
Could they finally comprehend
If they could suddenly see
And suddenly feel
The worlds a funny place you know
Most of what goes on
Is rarely funny
Rarely funny
song performed by by Chicago
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We Rarely See
In our busy world, we rarely see
what is right before our eyes.
The sky that leaks its teardrops
to cleanse and refresh the day.
The two hearts that beat as one
before one of them has to go away.
The patterns of a snowflake
on a wintry day.
The turning of each season
that passes on its way.
We rarely see the things we should
that help to shape our lives
as we are trapped on the treadmill
of earning money to pay our way.
One day we may notice them
when we step off the treadmill
letting the rest of the world
go on its merry way.
Then we will see what we rarely see
the life and love we are living.
14 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Rarely Do We Reflect
We choose what we wish.
And dish it.
As it sits with others,
To comfort or make sick.
What is that we hold,
That increases conflict?
Is it to betray ouselves?
In an eventual abyss.
We may elect to dismiss it.
And rarely is that done,
In self examination.
Rarely do we reflect,
Upon the effects of our deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rough Ride
The path of love is rarely smooth
but love can obstacles surmount.
True love will find a way to soothe.
Objections which it can’t remove,
pitfalls too numerous to count.
The path of love is rarely smooth
These words I say are simple truth.
An old adage which I recount.
True love will find a way to soothe
With the resilience of youth
if you should fall you will remount.
The path of love is rarely smooth.
You know just what you have to prove
and play your cards to good account.
True love will find a way to soothe
Though you have hurt feelings, forsooth
a lesser or a great amount.
True love will find a way forsooth
the path of love is rarely smooth.
11-Jul-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The deduction of the causes
Why does a woman adulterate?
The hunger? Rare.
The poverty? No possibility.
The proximity? No guarantee.
The boredom? Seldom at all.
Being estranged? Rarely a revenge.
The neglect? Hardly so.
Being insecure? Not sure.
Over lust? Might be a bit.
The curiosity? No certainty.
There are ten causes to push her to
adultery.
Yet rarely does she adulterate
06.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It's just people should realize that the celebrity aspect of being an actor is very rarely enjoyable for people like me who would always rather go unnoticed and disappear into the crowd.
quote by Winona Ryder
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Searching To Pass An Exaggeration
Rarely are those of deed doing,
Heard or seen flashing a résumé around...
To impress those within listening distance.
Or found searching to pass,
An exaggeration of accomplishments.
And rarely are those of optimistic conversation,
Known to gossip or deflate another's achievements.
But there are times when encouraging words,
Are expressed...
There will be those to address them,
With a negativity some enjoy as if to infest.
Environments wherever lived,
Are diminished by these activities.
And those who spew from tainted lips,
Do not recognize that is what they do!
They are a part of the whole...
But not amongst the few,
Who energize and supply a motivation felt...
That is quickly delivered when it arrives!
And rarely does one like this,
Show up late with excuses to initiate sparks...
That causes others to react,
With an attacking done on those lethargic.
An apathetic atmosphere seems to drift,
When boosted with a lift by those determine.
Irritating pessimists and the ones accustomed,
To clinging onto their procrastinations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Common Addiction among Poets
Intoxicated by the inspiration
Of his trade—
With mental powers at work,
A true poet rarely sleeps.
His mind ever churning
With powerful imagery
That produces thought,
Sound, rhythm and gesture.
He molds with metaphor,
Shapes with simile,
And paints with irony—
To produce a beautiful symphony
(Like some great maestro) ,
For himself and all who would enjoy.
Little wonder he rarely sleeps.
© 2009
poem by Walterrean Salley
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Farenheit 451
Remember, the firemen are rarely necessary
When books are replaced with Kindles and Nooks,
and content resides on the cloud.
It is relatively easy to delet certain works
at the whim of the haughty and proud.
If libraries falter, wither and die
The poor will lose access to the printed word.
Ten percent of the market will quickly dry up
and the price of a book gets absurd.
Remember, the firemen are rarely necessary.
The pleasure we had in turning each page
as our minds raced ahead to the end.
Short battery life never hindered our quest
when Dick, Jane and Spot were our friends.
A storm on the Sun bringing ionized rays
and digital files are undone.
and force us to search yellow crumbling pages
for rumors of Kipling and Donne.
Remember, the firemen are rarely necessary.
Was Bradbury right? Should we all memorize
the words born of our favorite pen?
Imagine reciting Shakespeare’s Hamlet by heart
so that silence won’t win in the end.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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The Mother Child
She's 46
but like a baby she clings
so obsessed with feeling wanted
she was never ment to be a mother
She's 15
takes herself so seriously
Has to be the mature one
has to pretend things are okay
She rarely laughs
rarely smiles
Oh, The mother child
At night she curls in a ball
clawing, clinging to her dreams
She dreams of laughter, fun, and smiles
She dreams of screaming and running for miles
But thats all they are
Because when she wakes
her mother lyes waiting, pleading
for the little mother child.
poem by Kelsi Brockway
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Moral And Justice
Scrupulous thoughts, morally we act,
It’s our thought,
Rare we did, it’s a fact,
poised with moral of correctness,
Befall upon to choose rarely opt for greatness,
We did, we think, what’s right what’s not,
All say for moral we ought
To fight, but what’s right,
Right for all wrong for none,
Feasibility turns zero to get one,
Some say moral is that
we choose justice,
Justice to all, we rarely did,
Befall upon to choose,
We choose what’s important and which amuse,
Some choose friends, some go for family,
Choosing the either fails the justice,
poem by Rahul Singh Parihar
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I Rarely Write A Poem Of Night
I rarely write a poem of night
I do not love the darkness-
I do not love less light-
But I know the night has beauties of its own
Its own special spaces-
Perhaps it is the sense that the end
Is more closely connected with the darkness-
Day as life, death at night-
I do not love the night
And I rarely write a poem about it-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Love's Test
We teach our children never to quit.
We do so often, by words.
Yet, when things seem so bleak,
We turn our cheek on our own words,
And also the battles we face.
Children do, what children see.
Rarely what children hear.
Hoping they follow our instruction,
But never considering our own example.
When love hurts, we run.
We teach them of success in life,
But rarely of success in love.
It was love that made them.
Love will test us, try us,
And shape us to who we become.
Also, to who they become.
When love tests them,
Will they pass or fail?
That is for us to decide.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Slicks Matrix
I am the poet junkie
writing my fix
anytime of any day
when thoughts I must say
in form rarely chunky
yet words may transfix
clicks the poet junkie
writing lyrics fix
anytime of any day
traffics thoughts at bay
in form rarely funky
yet words may transfix
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hold On
I hear the phone, it rings so violently
Cant leave my room, cant breathe since she left me
I will admit, I hate those things I said
Girls always cry, guys will never admit they did
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Dont tell me that its over
Im not used to this temptation
And when you come back running
Theres no use for explanation
I think things are too hard for
Even with my expert knowledge
Most girls get them in trouble
Because they are rarely honest
Whats with the jokes, all the routines they play
Screw with my head, now I cave in till they their way
Guys like to run, chicks like to yell, you see
Guys hate to fight, girls think its therapy
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Dont tell me that its over
Im not used to this temptation
And when you come back running
Theres no use for explanation
I think things are too hard for
Even with my expert knowledge
Most girls get them in trouble
Because they are rarely honest
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Dont tell me that its over
Im not used to this temptation
And when you come back running
Theres no use for explanation
I think things are too hard for
Even with my expert knowledge
Most girls get them in trouble
Because they are rarely honest
Dont tell me that its over
Im not used to this temptation
And when you come back running
Theres no use for explanation
I think things are too hard for
Even with my expert knowledge
Most girls get them in trouble
Because they are rarely honest
Dont tell me that its over
Im not used to this temptation
song performed by by Blink 182
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Rarely Seen In Public
Who hasn't lived moments,
They knew contradict?
And who could believe,
Anyone actually known as introverted...
Would show they have an extroverted side,
Rarely seen in public?
Breaking from their shells,
Some do this quick without assistance.
While many will not attempt,
Experiencing a bit of discomfort...
To rid themselves,
Of habits that limit.
Who hasn't lived moments,
They knew contradict?
And who could believe,
Anyone actually known as introverted...
Would show they have an extroverted side,
Rarely seen in public?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The best laid plans for J.T Ellison
The best laid plans
He sits and thinks but rarely shares
the subject of his pondering
He is convinced nobody cares
to hear his views on anything.
He does not like to watch T.V.
unlike the other residents.
He’s happy sitting quietly
Reviewing long ago events.
When he was self sufficient.
Intelligent and capable
‘til a cerebral accident
which rendered him incapable
of living independently.
Forced his reception into care
although it’s very plain to see
He would much rather be elsewhere.
Though he’s disabled physically
His mental capability
is not impaired apparently.
He accepts philosophically.
Life rarely goes as you have planned.
We meet with things we don’t expect
for fate not man is in command
What fate decrees we must accept.
22/04/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Father's Day Reminder
A mother's work is never done
A father's work is rarely appreciated or much fun
Time to let any bad feelings be undone
Father's day is coming....dear daughter or son
Here's a why to honor your father
That isn't really hard
Whether he deserves it or not
Send a card
Today is a good day to get it in the mail
Throw it in the letter bale
The postal service delivers in rain or hail
But get done early, in case they fail
Before on decent cards there is a run
Go to the store today and 'get 'er done'
But if he's not here or passed away
Remember him kindly on Father's Day
And if he's abandoned you or he was never around
Don't let him hear a complaining sound
A perfect father is rarely found
And to past hurt we should not be bound
Of father's we have each only one
From that we should not run
Father's day is a day to reach out to fogive
Father's day is a day to appreciate and to give
(because you don't really understand it's strains unless you've been a father)
poem by James T. Adair
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We are rarely proud when we are alone.
quote by Voltaire
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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