Say not that honor is the child of boldness, nor believe thou that the hazard of life alone can pay the price of it: it is not to the action that it is due, but to the manner of performing it.
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We become just by performing just action, temperate by performing temperate actions, brave by performing brave action.
The Caesarean Child
Who is this caesarean child named caesar?
Great thought is this child and brave are his deeds.
Honor has he for all but fear he depicts none
This child who dwelled in the delphos of eve
And now caesarean child bear his identity
So envy am i this child of caesarean
To take the path took he come my world
For great and brave desire i to be too
As when lived great julius caesar.
Caesarean child be thou my replica
Men and wenches honor and fear thee
And so caesarean honor but fears none
For men are born by women and are womanish
Caesarean child born he not by a weaker vessel
And so brave and great are his deeds
O' happy i this caesarean child is my identity.
poem by Lightcheerful Briggs
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My hope and prayer is that the body of Christ in America will awake with holy boldness, a boldness content neither with silence nor mere words but that backs up those words with action and results.
quote by Frank R. Wolf
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Childs Plea
You wanted to satisfy your sexual need
And in my mother you planted your seed
And because of this I was conceived.
You both said that it was a mistake
Nine months later is much too late.
For each action there is a counter action
A price that must be paid.
But both of you are walking away.
Your ten minutes of lust created me
Which is something I can not see.
If you used protection from the start
You would not have to break my heart.
Now I must pay the price
And for a child that’s not nice.
So turn and walk away you two
For I don’t want anything to do with you.
You don’t know what it is for me
To be rejected by my family.
My tears I know will dry
But I am dead inside.
poem by Louis Rams
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Liberty, as well as honor, man ought to preserve at the hazard of his life, for without it life is insupportable.
quote by Miguel de Cervantes
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Action and reaction
To start is an action.
To stop is too an action.
Pinch the child; it cries.
It cries; you will lull it.
Action begets reaction.
Reaction begets action.
You didn’t feed the child;
It cries; you will feed it.
Non-action begets action.
Action begets reaction.
Actions are in chain,
One leading to another.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Just How Great We Are
By all means...
Do whatever it takes to boost morale.
Lower standards.
To heighten the advantage felt,
By those who feel others...
Performing at peak levels,
Have become threats to a persistent mediocrity...
Kept,
As a thing to honor and praise.
Instead of rewarding achievement at its best,
Let's just ignore that as a bother that annoys...
Like that done by toublesome pests.
And...
With that action that fulfills a satisfaction,
Everyone will then have confirmation,
Just how great we are...
To place our values at the top,
Of all of our priority lists.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Dear Child
Come hither my dear child
It's late - The E'en has fallen
Hark now my dear child
Hie to bed - Thou should'st
Thee forgot thy keys again my dear child
Wait for thou - I must
Methinks that it's getting late my dear child
Perchance - Something has happened to her
Wherefore have thou forgotten thy keys my dear child
I sit here heavy - Awaiting your anon arrival
Wherefore have thou left aroint from me my dear child
I lie here and pray - That thee arrives safely
Doth thou not realise of your keys my dear child
Why art thou - Do this oft to me and leave me heavy
Hark she has arrived my dear child
Mark me - Thou would'st not do this again
Hark now my dear child
Hie to your bed - Aroint in your dreams
poem by Gabriel Gauci Maistre
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Butterflies
O child of Joy! What idle life is thine!
Thou, in these meadows, while thy skies are blue,
And while thy joys are new to thee like wine,
Chasest mad butterflies as children do.
And lo, thou turnest from them to repine,
Because it was not love thou didst pursue.
O child of Hope! Thou sighest thy sad sighs,
Mourning for that which is not nor can be.
Where is the noon can match with thy sunrise?
Whose is the heart shall win thy constancy?
Thou, with thy foolish loves, mad butterflies,
What dost thou ask of my sad heart and me?
O child of Love, begotten for man's bliss!
O child of Pleasure, nursed for thy own pain!
Needs must I weep the day of thy distress,
The fate that brushes at thy arm in vain,
Thy skies of blue, thy broken happiness,
The hopes thou chasest never to attain.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Courage, Honor, Duty.
Courage is a big word, but not many have that,
Falling apart, full of fear for everything, never became a true diplomat.
Courage is when you face your daily life happily
Enthusiasm, never blame, in calm & peace all the time, not just for temporarily.
Honor is when you learn to have a good manner
Never become a rude gabbler
Honor yourself & others no matter what,
From the heart, never a false performer with a short cut.
Duty is when whatever you do you do it well,
Everything is for your own satisfaction, not for show up, I can tell.
Duty gives you purpose in your life,
With long, healthy & happy feelings, without any strife.
Courage, Honor and Duty what the military is teaching,
Which is a perfect idea for everybody who are living.
If you can adopt these for all the time
Your life will turn into a lovely rhyme.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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The Bench and the Blonde in Black
His Honor walked into the shop
For of shopping his Honor was fond.
Did she blush? Did her eyes indicate shy surprise
In that slim little, trim little blonde?
Did his bachelor heart miss a beat?
Did she flash him a smile as she turned?
Did his Honor smile back at this vision in black?
Said his Honor, 'The case is adjourned.'
His Honor walked into his court.
Said the advocate, 'Shop-ladies lack
Much appeal, I submit, when these dark frocks they fit -'
Said his Honor, 'I like 'em in black.
Yes, I like 'em in black when they're blonde.
And I am not concerned with the cost.
It's a question of taste; and I've no time to waste.'
Said his Honor, 'Your action is lost.'
His Honor walked into the church.
'I will,' breathed his Honor, and beamed
On his blonde who, alack, was no longer in black,
For in ivory satin she gleamed.
Said the clergyman, 'Say after me -'
Said his Honor, 'My true wedded wife. . .
Er - at - sickness and health....and - er - all worldly wealth....'
Said his Honor, 'The sentence is life.'
His Honor walked up and walked down,
Sobbed the blonde, 'But you don't seem to care!
Why, my grey, pink and green are not fit to be seen;
And I haven't a rag fit to wear!
And you always did say I looked nice
In black suits? Twenty guineas? What fun!'
Then she smiled, kissed his neck, as he wrote out the cheque.
Sighed his Honor, 'Your suit, dear, is won.'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Fear Not
Jesus Christ said, Do not fear, this because He’s always near,
Near to all who trust in Him, through His Spirit who lives within.
Though He died, He now lives, and a boldness to us He gives,
His boldness, for us to proclaim, the power of His risen Name.
The name by which men are saved, from a world so depraved,
And from this world, lost in sin, men are saved by faith in Him.
Through this faith in Jesus Christ, God gives to us a New Life,
Taken from the dark of night, we now live in the Savior’s Light.
We’re left to remain in this world, as His Disciple and a Herald,
With His message of Salvation, to be brought to every nation.
Preaching to all loud and clear, that Christ’s return is very near,
Holding forth that message of life, only found in Jesus Christ.
Fear in this life has no part, with Christ’s Spirit within our heart,
As believers witness for our Lord, pointing people to the Door,
God’s Door to life eternally; His Son who died for you and me.
Now today, with eternity in mind, all fears within are cast aside.
When in Christ we put our trust, a boldness He then puts in us,
But not a boldness of our own, but boldness from His Throne,
Though fear still comes our way, we trust in Christ day to day,
To fearlessly proclaim His Truth, this in spite of men’s reproof.
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Performing, for me, is like oxygen. Performing, for me, is like the only thing that is a constant in my life, because you’re in all different places doing all different things, but when I get up on stage, that’s where I know exactly what to do, that’s where I own it.
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Meditation is the life of the soul: Action, the soul of meditation. and honor the reward of action.
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Remember, that if thou marry for beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which perchance will neither last nor please thee one year and when thou hast it, it will be to thee of no price at all for the desire dieth when it is attained, and the affection perisheth when it is satisfied.
quote by Walter Raleigh
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Remember, that if thou marry for beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which perchance will neither last nor please thee one year; and when thou hast it, it will be to thee of no price at all; for the desire dieth when it is attained, and the affection perisheth when it is satisfied.
quote by Walter Raleigh
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Bright Sunny Day
If you wake up in the morning light
Something doesn't seem
or know is right
Lay back and let your feeling show
Come on and let the people know
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Just ?? money
Your baby ??
??
Now come on boys,??
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Bad news is just an excuse
Get down and
let yourself keep loose
Go on and live for tomorrow
So much spent today in sorrow
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Dillemma
When you are alone and bereft
And no longer so deft
You wonder what to do
Live alone or with the children as they urge you.
You have to choose between a life
Of loneliness and silence that is rife
Only with memories from the past
Which are going to haunt you till you last.
Or start afresh with a child
Slipping into their life in a manner mild
Where you can be sure to hear
The sounds of life and cheer
Rather than live with fear
Alone where no one can hear
Your silent cry for human touch
At times as such
When you are feeling low
And potter around the house in a manner slow
It’s not an easy decision
As there is’nt much scope for revision
Once you make up your mind
To try to find
A place in your child’s house
Without a grouse.
At such a moment there‘s no doubt
In your mind about
The truth that you are past your prime
And must gracefully accept the march of time.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Your Choice!
stop the senseless killing!
right here, right now!
murder is murder.
nothing you own or possess
is worth the price of a human life...
killing never brings peace!
the bombs you drop
you lack of faith.
the bodies you bury
in the shallow ditch your children.
only God knows the price you pay,
only you know the God you face!
every action brings either
life or death... your choice!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Happy Birthday!
By the scintillant sun, with her luminous light deploy
A life to our hearts, when a mother gave birth
To an angelic child, a beautiful boy
Named Vinny M for our families to mirth
Our cherubic child, who exhumes sweet air
In gaily smiles and mannerisms coy
Thy angelic beauty plays on thy skin fair
As thou roam our home our adventurous boy
I know life true when thou softly touch
Our hearts with thy hand spread like angel's wings
And wrap around our fingers does your life clutch
With sweet life, thou life so sweetly brings
Happy Birthday! !
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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