We heed no instincts but our own.
quote by Jean de La Fontaine
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The wise and the vice
You will not correct your wrongs
Unless your instincts dictate it.
You will not change your habits
Unless your instincts warrant it.
You cannot love or hate
Unless your instincts support them.
You cannot practise honesty
Unless your instincts promote it.
To grow wise will not terminate vice.
03.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Early Works - Take Heed
Take heed ole wayfaring stranger
take heed to disaster cometh,
the stars are blind to morals,
as morals are blind to life.
Take heed ole saintly fool
take heed in your wooden ship,
the sea has crushed many a man
as many a man has crushed life.
Take heed, take heed
hear what I say
there goes no tomorrow
only borrowed today.
6 October 1980
poem by David Harris
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Instincts’ effects
Instincts-
Quick to act,
Faithful in act,
But is ignorant
Of its repercussion.
Instincts are to save oneself
But often lead one to a fall.
22.09.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Why Should You Take Heed of Me?
Why Should You Take Heed of Me?
God, God, God,
Why should You take heed of me?
Why do I take so much heed of myself?
What is this all about
You and Your Universe
You and Your ‘Infinites’ and Your ‘Vasts’ and Your ‘Beyonds? '
What is this all about
This mind this consciousness this me me me?
God Are You playing a game
With us
As I played one with the ants
A lifetime ago
When I was
A non- wanton schoolboy?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Head The Call
Have you been listening, (Listen to the music)
Have you been sleeping (The sermon's in the music)
(The man standing next to you, he must surely be your brother)
(So brother please) heed the call
(The piper he's still piping)
The magic in the music
(The drummer he's still drumming)
The message in the music
(Sweet song of loving you should be singing)
(So brother please) heed the call
Listen to the music, Listen to the music
(Listen to the music) heed the call
(Listen to the music) heed the call
Heed the call of the music
Heed the call of the music
Heed the call of the music
Heed the call of the music
(It's still early in our morning)
There's still time for singing
Let's not waste our morning
Join in the singing
The outlaw of the midnight
He all too soon comes winging
(So brother please, please) heed the call
(Listen to the music) (Listen to the music) yeah
(Listen to the music) (Listen to the music) oh oh
(Listen to the music) oh oh oh (Listen to the music)
(Listen to the music)
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Beauty of my Instincts,
Beauty of my Instincts,
Beauty of my Instincts is like a Movement of a Tiger,
That we are on the Trodding of Great Growth from Tribulations,
Every plan that God hast for the Fourth Creature is more than a Kingdom.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Un-suppressible is sex
To steal, to kill and to fight
Are all the basic instincts,
From abstinence of which
We suffer not much,
Guilt well under control.
To woo, to flirt and to court
Also form from sex-instincts,
To restrain from which
We suffer a lot.
Lust is the taproot,
Others only laterals.
08.05.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It does not matter what men say in words, so long as their activities are controlled by settled instincts. The words may ultimately destroy the instincts. But until this has occurred, words do not count. - from Science and the Modern World
quote by Alfred North Whitehead
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If a man is offered a fact which goes against his instincts, he will scrutinize it closely, and unless the evidence is overwhelming, he will refuse to believe it. If, on the other hand, he is offered something which affords a reason for acting in accordance to his instincts, he will accept it even on the slightest evidence.
quote by Bertrand Russell
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Instincts’ role
If a fact goes against my instincts
I hardly accept it.
If a fact is in tune with my instincts,
I readily accept it.
Instinct is our judge.
25.08.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sins and Virtues
Even the nicest person will turn worst
If his instincts are provoked to react.
Even the worst person will turn best
If his instincts are lulled and put to sleep.
Sins exist despite virtues.
12.02.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The role of intellect
Play instincts help one create things
Sexual instincts help one build things.
Aesthetic senses help one perfect things.
Slavery tendencies help one run things.
The world is not built by intellect
Which boasts it governs the world.
31.12.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Heed Not!
Heed not the cock-sure tourist,
Seeing with English eyes;
Stroked at the banquet table
Still, with the old stock lies—
Pet of a social circle,
Guest in a garden fair—
Free of the first-class carriage—
He learns no Australia there.
Heed not the Southern humbugs
By the first saloons who come—
From his work in the wide, hot scrub-lands
The Australian goes not home.
Give them the toadies’ knighthood,
Fit for the souls they’ve got;
Fear not to shame Australia
For Australia knows them not.
Heed not the Sydney ‘dailies,’
Naught for the land they do;
Heed not the Melbourne street crowd,
For they know no more than you!
Pent in the coastal cities,
Still on the old-world track—
They know naught of Australia,
Of the heart of the great Out-Back.
But wait for the voice that gathers
Strength by the western creeks!
Heed ye the Out-Back shearers—
List when the Great Bush speaks!
Heed ye the black-sheep, working
His own salvation free—
And Oh! heed ye the sons of the exiles
When they speak of the things to be!
poem by Henry Lawson
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Rainbow -The Beauty Of Life
In the east
After the heavy shower
Rises the rainbow
White is above
Black below
In the middle
The instincts
Love is above
Hate below.
The heart and soul
Express the color
Along with the sun and rain
The beauty of life does appear.
If the colors
Are less or more
The instincts start to soar
Then the rainbow will take a flight
Leaving the life under blistering light.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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A Duty
My way is straight like the path
That neither winds nor sways,
My instincts are still clever,
For my being is called manhood.
My way is not strange,
Ways are only strange
When the dangers are present,
Pain collects from these endeavours.
Suffering is a duty for those who endeavour,
Deeds of exceptional nature spring
From beliefs in the art of living,
Your instincts are clever not shrewd.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Instincts
Thinking about human interactions and behavior
I believe that's why we may need scriptures and a savior
Learned components and expressions are ample
But predatory instincts are voiced daily by example
Our dominant motivational forces are aggression and sex
And they are often lurking in the shade and leave us perplex
Even if our genetic interrelations of instincts are hiding
I feel their forces within me and am most often abiding
I am saying that forces of instinctual drives are calling
And only my innate behavior gives me reason for stalling
The way I give in to you is it really a hereditary reaction
Or only me on an infinite quest for habitual satisfaction
I classify you as my genetically predetermined property
Triggering my prodigious instincts that brings out the real me
You really don't know that I feel constructivism and fear
Whenever there is a threat that's keeping you from being near
You provoke both my native and acquired forms of reaction
All combined result in an overwhelming and scary attraction
Around you I am not ever what propriety dictates at large
With you my survival and sexual love instincts are in charge
My instinct of acquisitiveness is the one coming out with you
But you think its curiosity and really don't have a clue
I fill a magazine with my life and emotions and load the gun
Aiming for you to embrace my love and consider us to be one
Thinking about our interactions and specific behavior
I truly believe that we will make it and I can be your savior
We learn together and our expressions are in sync for ever
Instincts or not what we have is real and something to treasure
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Telling us to obey instinct is like telling us to obey "people." People say different things: so do instincts. Our instincts are at war.... Each instinct, if you listen to it, will claim to be gratified at the expense of the rest....
C.S. Lewis in The Abolition of Man
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Telling us to obey instinct is like telling us to obey 'people.' People say different things: so do instincts. Our instincts are at war... Each instinct, if you listen to it, will claim to be gratified at the expense of the rest.
quote by C.S. Lewis
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White Rose And Red
WHITE rose sighed in the morn,
Red rose laughed in the noon,
And 'Sweetest sweetness is ended soon,'
And 'Never heed for the thorn.'
'Love's hour passes away,'
White rose breathed in my ear;
Red rose whispered 'No need to fear;
The day is enough for day.'
Shall I heed white or red?
Shall I heed both aright?
Sighing and laughing, red and white,
'Tis 'Love her' they both have said.
poem by Augusta Davies Webster
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Distinctive Instincts
If claims are made,
A knowing when an argument has started...
Why is it heated to increase,
To include others that are innocent?
Who are then made to believe,
Their involvement is needed...
To ensure what they treasure is kept protected.
And at their own expense.
With a manipulating of distinctive instincts,
Strategically repeated...
To trigger emotions to re-act without thinking.
Is a deception that guarantees success.
Yet those used who first get upset,
Never seem to ask the question...
Who eventually becomes the benefactor,
From something implemented they did not initiate.
And...
With a manipulating of those distinct instincts,
The results expected are seldom debated.
Since the outcome achieved,
Has already been celebrated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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