You can be very independent, but admit to wanting somebody close to you and that's what me and my wife have. We don't need each other but we want to be with each other and I think it's important to educate the kids with that.
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I'm always struck by the kids who turn up in New York and LA, and places in between. Chicago. Wanting to do theater, wanting to do independent film. Wanting to break into television or radio.
quote by Frank Rich
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If you educate a man you educate a person, but if you educate a woman you educate a family.
quote by Ruby Manikan
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Imitating
We all have someone we look up to and admire,
And imitating others is something we all do!
Whether we admit it or not,
For life is all about the muse of mankind.
Important thoughts and actions,
Do not touch it if it is not your own;
Important thoughts and actions,
Do not touch me if i am not your wife;
Important thoughts and actions,
Do not use it if it is not your own;
Important thoughts and actions,
Do not use me if you are not my husband;
And like family members and friends,
But i am the muse next door to you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sometimes In Wanting To Be Civil
sometimes
in wanting to be civil
i close my mouth
i suppress the
exact words
i prune what is in my mind
like some bonsai
under the sun
what appears are
remnants of
beauty
sometimes in wanting
to endure
our inevitable sufferings
we simply close
our eyes
to the truth
we pretend we like the way
we live
we surmise these do not
last anyway
then we forget to tell the
truth altogether
we even forget
that we are its bearers
simply because
we too want to survive
a flood of lies
a catastrophe
of ingenuinity & falsities
but with you
i am honest enough to admit
i lied
because i am afraid
to lose you
that you must remember
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Corrected To Experience The Value
There is one distinct disadvantage someone has,
When defending to protect denials they've accepted.
It gets exhausting to the one listening continually,
Knowing what to expect before the act itself is done.
With a dipping into a vat of excuses,
To predict what one does to get the same outcome.
You see...
Time and seasons move forward.
Unforgiving who is left behind they leave.
And some people without this understanding,
Never change with a stubbornness to remain the same.
With a holding on they keep like a picture in a dusting frame.
Many learn to admit a mistake when made,
With a quickness to admit this without being assisted.
And others can not admit what they do to others,
As if to play a game!
Until their backs are up against a wall.
With a pulling of teeth from their mouths to fall.
To make little difference if a mistake is admitted at all.
And adults who do this are worse than the kids.
At least with children there is a sense,
Of wanting to be corrected to experience the value of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is There Anything Wrong In The Wanting of This?
Is there anything wrong,
In providing an environment...
In which one prefers quietness,
Than the conflicts of daily argument.
Is there anything wrong with not wanting this?
Especially if it comes to one who has invested,
In the elimination of certain relationships...
That did not fit to mix,
With a growth that is felt matched up with.
Is there anything wrong with not wanting this?
I hope not.
I would hate to be the one to admit,
The happiness I have that has arrived...
Means nothing more than a mirage described.
When I know...
On the other side of a door I turn my key,
Peace and harmony is there to greet me.
And I,
Can sit and eat.
To fall asleep,
Butt naked if I choose to.
Is there anything wrong in the wanting of this?
I hope not.
I would hate to be the one to admit,
The happiness I have that has arrived...
Means nothing more than a mirage described.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Free People
Some may admit they wish another lover.
Although they've suffered and have since recovered.
Some may admit they wish another lover.
And many underestimate the cost,
The feeling of a loss.
Free people weep alone when undercovers,
Wanting to be held.
Free people weep alone when they discover,
Moaning known too well.
Free people weep alone when undercovers,
Wanting to be held...
Inside when they hide alone,
And there all by themselves.
Some may admit they wish another lover,
But they really don't.
They miss the suffering and being smothered,
By somebody known.
And just to have another troubled lover,
There to condone...
Isn't worth the heartache or the tears that are shown.
Free people weep alone when undercovers,
Wanting to be held.
Free people weep alone when they discover,
Moaning known too well.
Free people weep alone when undercovers,
Wanting to be held...
Inside when they hide alone,
And there all by themselves.
Free people weep alone when undercovers,
Wanting to be held.
Free people weep alone when they discover,
Moaning known too well.
Free people weep alone when undercovers,
Wanting to be held...
Inside when they hide alone,
And there all by themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Independent
she smart
she's beautiful
but i can have her
Miss Independent
her skin is pretty
she have her own job
17 year old Miss Independent
walk so good
smile look so pretty
Miss Independent
and I ment it
I need this independent girl
should i ask her to be mine
I'm thinking
I can't no I need to stop
Independent Girl
poem by Latrice Reed
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Up Inside My Head
I want to love you,
Like...
Corn on the cobb just dripping with butter.
I do.
I want to love you,
Like...
A slice of pound cake and icecream.
But...
I'm feeling like I'm floating in a boat,
Without a rudder.
And...
I'm wanting to scream,
Help me.
Help.
And I'm wanting to scream...
Help me.
And I'm wanting to scream...
Help me.
Help.
And I'm wanting to scream...
Help me.
I want to love you,
Like...
Saugage, eggs and pancakes.
With powered sugar mixed with cinnamon.
I want to love you,
Like...
The maple syrup I pour to spread.
But...
I don't want you that close to be next to me,
Inside my head.
No!
I want to love you,
But...
I don't want you that close to be next to me,
Up inside my head.
No!
I want to love you,
But...
I don't want you that close,
Squeezing next to me...
And,
Up inside my head.
No!
Up inside my head.
No!
Up inside my head.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Christmas past
Christmas past
We always had a Christmas tree
My wife would decorate it without me
So many gifts by the tree
No empty space could you see
Our little ones would crawl all around
They would try climbing the gift mound
Year after year on Christmas morning
Kids tearing open gifts and I’m yawning
The kids woke early on Christmas day
We told the kids your older so go away
With the years going by
We could sleep longer my wife and I
Now since its just me
No more do I need a Christmas tree
My kids now grown and they see
What its like to do the Christmas tree
poem by Michael Gelb
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I'd like to help educate kids about the Major Leagues - what to anticipate, what to expect, what they'll need to do to prepare themselves.
quote by Barry Bonds
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Most of the most important experiences that truly educate cannot be arranged ahead of time with any precision.
quote by Harold Taylor
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Naturals need no teaching
It is hard to educate you
To love others’ kids as yours,
And others’ mothers as yours.
It is more futile to forbid you
To imagine others’ wives as yours.
01.10.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To educate a man in mind, and not in morals, is to educate a menace to society.
quote by Theodore Roosevelt
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To educate a man in mind and not in morals is to educate a menace to society.
quote by Theodore Roosevelt
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And if we must educate our poets and artists in science, we must educate our masters, labour and capital, in art.
quote by John B. S. Haldane
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So many schools have cut the music classes out of their curriculum. We're trying to fill that gap by teaching the teachers how to educate the kids about their musical heritage.
quote by Margaret Whiting
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You Die Cousin And They Are Not There
Today cousin is the day you die
Your wife is in Japan and your kids are out there
In the care of your mother
Your sister has despised you
Your brother does not bother anymore
Now that you are nobody, with no money
With nothing to make you look like
A gentleman
Everyone has deserted you cousin
What have you done?
When once you were alive
When once you can offer them everything
Your kids their education
Your wife a house, a car
Your sister and brother your money and attention
You were so important then
Times have changed
You are down and fettered
In alcohol you drown yourself to forget
Finally what you wished has been granted
Death, you wish for death
Goodbye cousin, the stories are always long
There is no time to tell
There is no use to reveal
The great heart you still have
The generosity that was
The love that you have that was always greater
Than they all keep for themselves
I know,
Your final rest and your silence
You shall now make the final justification
To the Great Lord, the Ultimate Reason
Why you never build a home?
You, on this lonely tomb
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Miss You Too
today, something is broken,
the pieces shattering all over the floor
a drinking glass just fell
my feet are cautious, getting too defensive on those
which can possibly hurt, and so is my heart,
too numb in fact, but still feels
wanting to at least beat and show that it also knows how to survive
a wound graduating into a full scar,
there are no little things here that remind me of you,
your photo with your dedication and signature
had long been burned,
i burned it
alone,
when the wound was still fresh
when pain was yet a jumping frog,
this time however, the rain comes unexpectedly,
something unpredicted by the
weather bureau
i am looking for a black umbrella
this i remember only when it rains
something so important in my life
one that does not want to get wet
and feel the cold
and the dampness of my existence,
and i remember you beside me
there was that rain and we were so
warm and close and
true, oh, yes, i hate to admit this
i still miss you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Raincoat And A Rose
Heartbeat, way down on Cove Street;
Playing to lady luck, awaiting that tender touch
Fantasy, is the trick of the dance you see;
Hiding the need for love, and wanting you close to me
Oh, that one sweet and tender touch
That's what I'm missing, I need so much;
And one sweet and tender touch oh
Bright light, pretty colours that shine on all through the night;
I don't need them not half as much, as I'm wanting your tender touch
And loneliness, makes the strongest heart a wilderness;
That's wilder than you see, is wanting you close to me
song performed by by Chris Rea
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