That one woman is capable of loving another is an historical truth; but never yet lived one who could not listen to her own praises at the expense of her adored friend.
quote by Minna Antrim
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I Wish I Could Be That Man
You say that your the big sister
Some of your friends never had
They say you're a friend
When they need someone to listen
You hope one day
Some man will want you as a woman
Not a friend who listens
But as a caring, thoughful loving woman
A woman who wants marriage
A woman who wants children
A woman who wants a man to love her
Not a part time love
You've already had that
But a man to love you and stay by your side
All through the night to greet a brand new day
To hold you in his arms
As the hours tick away
I wish I could be that man
How I wish I could be that man
2-21-78/RJH
poem by Ray Hansell
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Lavender Bassman
Listen to my bassman, he is lavender
His woman is his bass and he is loving her, loving her
Listen to the sounds hes giving
As he is living
True to lavender
Listen to the things my friend is saying now
A poetry of notes as he is playing now, playing now
Listen to the tales hes telling
Magic bass compelling
Lavender
Listen to my bass man, he is lavender
His fingerboards a highway, hes a traveler, traveler
Listen to his fingers making music
Hear his soul embarking
Lavender
Listen to my bass man, he is lavender
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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The treachery
A man is capable of falling
In love with more than one woman
At a time and pursuing them alike.
A woman is capable of getting
Love from more than one man
At a time and encouraging them alike.
Loving is a feeding to men.
Being loved is feeding to women.
Both are capable of treachery.
12.02.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Decide To Take Flight As An Aging Fugitive
When did a common sense,
Once adored find its end?
And when did insanity...
Become one's welcomed friend?
I remember the days,
Those crazed were ignored.
Never did I think...
Folks like this would be adored.
Enforced conflicts,
Have been admitted addictions...
Few can quit.
With no one self examining...
The cause and effect of any of this!
When did a common sense,
Once adored find its end?
And when did insanity...
Become one's welcomed friend?
'You,
Old man...
Have ideals that have hit the fan.
And gone away like every yesterday lived...
Leaving people like you,
To chose to be a captive hostage...
Or decide to take flight as an aging fugitive.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here Lie's The truth
“Here Lies the truth”,
On Her tombstone this will be wrote.
It was never spoke when She was living,
So also in death, it will be unspoke.
By Her it was never said
it was as though pulling out Her soul,
So here lies the truth and herself dead
Both has died in sadness and woe.
Here lies the truth,
Not once by her was it cried,
Not in the days that she was living,
Not even in the day that She had died.
She must of believed that it was a sin
To open Her heart and listen to the word
So She closed her heart and locked it shut,
And She never believed in no one but Her.
Here lies the truth,
It lived but a very short life,
Though the Woman died of years of age
The truth though, never had a chance to try.
Everyone She knew had learned Her lie
They never believed a word that she said
So when She finally tried to speak the truth,
Her heart stopped; and She laid dead.
Here lies the truth
It lived but a very short life,
It was loved by neither Child or Man,
For they believe its living was but a lie.
So here in the grave it will lay dead
As it had lived in this woman's soul,
Never again will it be uttered or thought of,
Never till the end of time will it be thought of or known.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Pretentious Friend
A friend never leaves any other friend
but what will happened if betrayal starts
to circle within your friendship?
Never anticipated that one's friend can do that
but theres just friend that pretends to be your friend.
Saying they like you, but the truth they dont
telling you, they have seen you go to that wrong way
but they were just afraid to tell you
but the truth they've never seen you go to the wrong way.
pretending to be a true and caring friend,
when you turn your back
full of stabs in your back can be seen.
choosing a friend has never been easy
but if your friend just steals slowly everything from you
then you wake up
and see everything has gone.
Secrets are disperse
and your name is destroyed
for you trusted the wrong friend
and you just dont know how to get up again,
blaming your pretentious friend
she had left you with problems you have to solve
but dont ever put your full trust to a friend again
for you dont know what she's capable of.
Because You Call Me A Friend
I will give you a big hug anytime,
Because you call me a friend.
I will hold your hand when you need it held,
Because you call me a friend.
I will wipe away your tears when you cry,
Because you call me a friend.
I will make you smile when you are down,
Because you call me a friend.
I will help you up when you stumble,
Because you call me a friend.
I will listen when nobody else will listen,
Because you call me a friend.
I will not judge you,
Because you call me a friend.
And when you are mean to me, I will forgive you,
Because you call me a friend.
My friend, you are my crutch when I cannot walk, my eyes when I cannot see through the smoke, my ears when I cannot hear the truth.
THAT'S WHY I'M YOUR FRIEND
(April 29,2007)
poem by Raymond Juan
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Mesmerized By Their Tales Told
Those who have never lived alone,
Have never lived to know reality.
Or aspects of it,
To enbrace what the facing of obstacles...
Bring.
Or what it means to endure,
Through the challenges of overcoming them.
And yet...
Those who have never had the 'opportunity',
To live alone....
Are quick not to listen to learn.
But willing to upstage,
With embellishments to delude those experiences...
They have never had,
At the expense of those mesmerized...
By their tales told.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bob
I had a friend that took a blet, took a blet and hung himself
Hung himself in the doorway of the apartment where he lived
His woman and his little bro came home from the grocery store
Only to find him dangling in the apartment where he lived
I had a friend who shaved his head
Put his doctor martins on
And drew such wondrous pictures in the apartment where he lived
He praised my creativity, though he spoke sarcastically
Oh, the conversations in the apartment where he lived
I had a friend that took a blet, took a belt and hung himself
Hung himself in the doorway of the apartment where he lived
Rock, she thought him spiteful; ler, he thought him pitiful
Me, Ive never been back to the apartment where he lived
song performed by by Primus
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One Long Love Song (II)
Never give up the search,
never lose faith in the love, You will find your healing
compassionate works to carry you through all of this life's hell
smiles joy spreading the message - its not too late for a country, a people, or the world to change
truth is evident to anyone who takes the time to listen, induces chills...beauty, love, mystery...
encourage others to set out on their own personal pursuit of truth,
With open mind, disciplined will, and loving heart,
we're all capable of reaching the realization of oneness.
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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You Want Me To Listen But You Don't
You want me to listen,
But you don't or wont.
You want me to listen,
But you don't!
You want me to listen,
But you don't or wont.
You want me to listen,
But you don't!
Undivided is my mind,
When giving you time.
But to that you don't listen and you wont!
When I'm there and able,
You don't think I'm capable.
You want me to listen,
But you don't or wont.
You want me to listen,
But you don't!
Every morning and at dawn,
Sing you do that same sad song.
'Nobody loves me.'
And...
You want me to listen,
But you don't or wont.
You can decide to have a change of heart.
But to that you don't listen and you wont!
Everyday there's a new way,
You can move or choose to stay.
But to that you don't listen and you wont,
And don't!
'Nobody loves me.'
You want me to listen,
But you don't or wont.
You want me to listen,
But you don't!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To be a MAN
You've got to respect all others fight when needed back-off when necessary show compassion when needed help and listen when desired and show feeling's if need to be.
To know his limitation as a human being and respect others a man does not disrespect woman he does not take advantage even if they would allow it.
A man has self-respect, A man doesn't produce children unless he is capable of being there to raise them.
A man realized he will always be attracted to others woman and his matured enough to not act on that once his in a committed relationship.
A man is a real man when he is able to listen to his woman when she say's no and he back-off and doesn't forced her into anything he is most definitely a man when he does NOT HIT a woman.
He must be honest, strong doesn't change his views to suit whom ever he is with.
A man is true to his word if he say he will do something he does it! !
poem by Zaarah Jasmin
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If I Was Your Woman
If I were your woman and u were my man
U'd have no other woman
U'd be weak as lamb.
If u had the strength to walk out my door
My love would overrule my sense,
and I'd call u back for more.
If I was your woman,
If I was your woman,
and u were my man.
yeah
She tears u down darling
says you're nothing at all,
but I'll pick u up darling when she lets you fall(cuz)
your like diamond, but she treats u like glass,
yet u beg her to love you.
From me u won't ask.
If I were your woman,
If I were your woman,
If I was your woman,
Here's what I'd do....
I'd never, never, no, no stop loving you
Yeah (yeah)
Um oooh
Life is so crazy
And love is unkind
Because she was first, darling
will she hang on your mind
You're a part of me but you don't even know it
I'm what you need but I'm too afriad to show it.
If I were your woman
If I were your woman
If I were your woman
Here's what I'd do.....
I'd never, never, no, no stop loving you.
If I were your woman
Here's what I'd do....
I'd never, never, never stop loving you
If i were your woman,
if i were your woman,
if i were your woman,
if i were your woman,
if i were your woman.
song performed by by Alicia Keys
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Our questions and answers are in part determined by the historical tradition in which we find ourselves. We apprehend truth from our own source within the historical tradition. The content of our truth depends upon our appropriating the historical foundation. Our own power of generation lies in the rebirth of what has been handed down to us. If we do not wish to slip back, nothing must be forgotten; but if
philosophising is to be genuine our thoughts must arise from our own source. Hence all appropriation of tradition proceeds from the intentness of our own life. The more determinedly I exist, as myself, within the conditions of the time, the more clearly I shall hear the language of the past, the nearer I shall feel the glow of its life.
quote by Karl Jaspers
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To A Friend..
A friend that is unique
A friend that is one of a kind
A friend that is perfect
A type of friend who is hard to find
A friend that is sweet
A friend that is perpetually fair
A friend that you know
Will always be there
A friend with an amazing spirit
A friend with a striking heart
A friend that is trustworthy
A friend that is smart
A friend that assuages your pain
A friend that can dry your tears
A friend with unrestricted love
A friend that can alleviate your fears
A friend with an exquisite smile
That could never be ignored
A friend that’s never been hurtful
A friend that is easily adored
A friend that is respectful
A friend who is loved by all
A friend that is relied upon
A friend to never let fall
A friend you can talk to
Her compassion is known by a glistening glow
Just by sparking her remarkable light
The whole world will know
What a great and amazing person she is
A friend I shall never forget
She is the greatest ever been known
Best of all the friends I’ve ever met…
poem by Marria Attar
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You ARE A Woman :)
You are a woman,
A strong woman,
A grown woman,
One who WON'T give me what I want just cause I want it woman.
He needs you woman,
A loving woman,
Non-trusting woman,
One who knows the difference between right and wrong woman.
I found a woman,
You're one of em,
So many love em,
You just need to see the places you can be woman.
Hear me woman,
Don't fear me woman,
You're near me woman,
We all face strife, gotta change yo life woman.
See me woman,
No fake or frontin,
Can't be me woman,
For I am a man and you need to be a WOMAN!
['Enpowering women since the age of -9 months :) ']
poem by Tamell Bailey
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Remembering Part Two
I could wait and watch you
See it all unwind
I could wait and look at you
See you change your mind
Well, even though i'd enjoyed it
The truth to tell
Kid, i've got to leave
Those scenes behind
Here i go into a new day
Here i go into a new way
When you stood in that shady doorway
You winked your wicked eye
I looked at you in wide eyed wonder
Smiled, and said "hi"
Just like you did woman with
That groovy guy that just passed by
Well, even though i adored you the truth to tell
Kid, i've got to leave those scenes behind
Here i go into a new day
Here i go into a new way
I guess i could call you my woman
But freedom i need
So down that road i'll be walking
Got to have time and space to breathe
Even though i loved you
The truth i've got to tell
I enjoyed every moment
But kid, you know darned well i've got to leave
Here i go into a new day
Here i go into a new way
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Which Is Which
> To beware of the truth.
> Is truth...it, self?
> So, what is truth?
>
> Is truth, true love?
> Or...just a reality?
> To be a man...is that truth?
>
> A man...is reality.
> A woman...is reality.
> To be woman...is that truth?
>
> To have more then one partner
> Is a reality of the world.
>
> Which this world agrees.
> Truth is; in my point of view
> Is what one claims to be truth.
>
> But, the truth is whatever you
> Are doing as I speak.
> A woman is good for the soul.
>
> That truth is very bold.
> A man lives for his manhood
> So I am told.
>
> Is it truth or reality?
> Respect is in the middle of the spectrum.
> Male vs. Female
>
>
> That is truth.
> Man being woman
> A reality.
>
> Woman being man...
> She tries.
> Respect cover both the unreal and the wise.
>
> Truth or reality...we never really
> Give it much thought.
> Maybe it was the way we are taught.
>
> Truth or reality...
> Which is Which?
>
>
> whisperkwane
>
> [email protected]
>
>
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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The Grenadain Woman
Yes me woman, from my womb life was borne
Yes me woman, the young ones prune by my hands
Yes me woman, with the coves that sways with the redeem of the heart beat, tup-tup, tup-tup, tup-tup, tup-tup
Yes me woman, with beauty unimaginable, soft to the touch
yes me woman, with the voice of a heavenly being, soft, gentle, comforting, encouraging
Yes me woman, determine to succeed with the strength from above
Yes me woman, the days have gone, long gone for her to depend on the strength of another man
Yes me woman, her time has come for the world to see her for who she really is
Yes me woman, creative, innovative, confident, intelligent, loving, kindhearted
Yes me woman, mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend, lover
Yes me woman, The Grenadian woman.
poem by Curliann Mark
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In itself, homosexuality is as limiting as heterosexuality: the ideal should be to be capable of loving a woman or a man; either, a human being, without feeling fear, restraint, or obligation.
quote by Simone de Beauvoir
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