When the crowd appreciates you, it encourages you to be a little more daring, I think.
quote by Julius Erving
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Beloved Friend
(To she who always encourages, appreciates and praises my writings)
Beloved friend…
I most humbly offer;
The acuteness of my mind
The openness of my heart
The bastion of my soul
The vastness of my spirit
Now and evermore
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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A Gem In Us
Life taught us a lesson,
to appreciate with passion.
Life taught us a song,
that we have to sing along.
Appreciating souls are few,
the rest are at curfew.
Relax and think, we may understand,
When pollen appreciate a flower,
When a peahen appreciates a dancing peacock,
When a teacher appreciates a student,
When a leader appreciates the followers,
When I appreciate you and you appreciate me,
a gem of harmony evolves from our hearts.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Everything depends on whether we have for opponents those French tricksters or those daring rascals, the English. I prefer the English. Frequently their daring can only be described as stupidity. In their eyes it may be pluck and daring.
quote by Manfred von Richthofen
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Real Life Tale Of An Ungrateful Daughter
an ungrateful poor daughter blames her father
her mother sad died thirty-two long years ago
her mother did not choose to suffer illness die
was not mother’s fault choice to daughter leave
daughter in bitterness hate life torments father
her father worked two three jobs her education to pay
her poor father said study succeed attend university
she wanted to spend money work in Texas chicken
she married a shiftless dreamer saying play party angles
her father helped raise their two children in his home
she appreciates nothing saved not never to buy her home
she appreciates not years her family lived with her father
she appreciates not her eldest daughter her father raised
this daughter her husband accept no responsibility blame
daughter says if mother were alive life would be different
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The crowd is the catalyst.
Whenever you are in the crowd
There I get you by sensual aid
As eyes are swords, more than words.
You are at ease in the crowd,
So private and so shrewd
In your approach to my side
That no one can suspect.
Enough. That only I expect.
A clear internet exists,
That binds us with no exits.
You are so sophisticated;
I am so intoxicated.
Whenever you are in the crowd
I never miss the very crowd.
You are the reason that I survive.
You are the cause my youth relives.
Whenever we are in the crowd
In us is lost the whole crowd.
We are fed when our eyes meet.
More than that, I want not.
Less than that, I stand not.
We are at ease in the crowd.
The whole time I shall incur.
I salute the crowd to recur.
30.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Daring Night
In the daring night when all the
Stars are shining bright
Squeeze me dont leave me
In the daring night
Galactic swirl in the firmament tonight
Oh with the lord of the dance
With the lord of the dance
In the daring night
I see orion and the hunters
Standing by the light of the moon
In the daring night
In the daring night
And the heart and the soul
As we look up in awe and wonder at the heavens
Oh and we go with the lord of the dance
With the lord of the dance, the lord of the dance
In the daring night
In the daring night when all the stars are
Shining bright
Oh baby squeeze me dont leave me in the daring night
In the firmament we move, we move and we live
And we have our being
Squeeze me dont leave, leave me in the daring night
In the firmament we move and galactic swirl
And we live and we breathe and have our being
Baby in the daring light
Darling squeeze me squeeze me
Dont ever leave me in the daring night
When all the stars are shining bright
And dont let go, and dont let go
Dont let go dont let go in the daring night
And we move and we move, and we move and we move
Baby dont let go in the daring night
In the daring night when all the stars are
Shining bright
Baby squeeze me dont leave me in the daring night
Capture it all oh with the lord of the dance
Oh with the lord of the dance in the daring night
With the lord of the dance in the daring night
With the lord of the dance and the great goddess
Of the eternal wisdom
Standing by the light of the moon in the daring night
And the bodies move and we sweat
And have our being
Dont leave me in the daring night
In the daring night when all the stars are
Shining bright
Squeeze me dont leave me
Baby in the daring night
Squeeze me dont leave me etc.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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How Could They Dare To Kill The Crowd?
I stood completely straight,
Legs one foot wide apart,
Fingers one inch wide apart...
I threw my hands up suddenly.
The controllers might be racist,
The controllers might be fascist,
Yet there I was, in front of them,
Daring them to kill me first.
They shouted at me! I shouted louder!
They went away from me out of fear...
I knew each was but a coward,
As they came at me, clustered in a crowd...
I thundered protests, alone, out loud,
Like a frightening lightning cloud!
If they could not kill me alone...
Defiantly I watched and wondered...
How could they dare to kill the crowd?
poem by Denis Martindale
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Frustration Mode
I am not daring you at all!
I dare myself!
I wish to stretch,
From enclosed boundaries.
Those alone I have set.
You will have your opinions,
Of what you believe...
Should rise to a ceiling,
To achieve my best!
But how can you do this?
When I am still learning.
I am still there yearning...
As a work-in-progress.
I'm not thinking to compete,
In tests to win contests.
I am not daring you at all!
I dare myself!
I am daring to break molds.
Not be burden by limitations,
To satisfy expectations.
I must release from that kind of hold!
What you witness are my attempts...
And a relentless struggle,
With my own frustration mode!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Of The Crowd
(lowe/tennant)
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When I go fishing with my rod
I often get that urge
To fall asleep a sleep so deep that
No-one notices me
Dont want anyone to know my name
Dont want to get a fax
Dont want to meet the royal family
Just cause Ive paid my tax
Dont wanna be seen or heard
Dont want to shout out loud
I want to be part of the herd
One of the crowd
Dressing individually doesnt impress me
I think that its pathetic
Following fashion, I just like it
Dont i?
Dont wanna be seen or heard
Dont want to shout out loud
I want to be part of the herd
One of the crowd
(one of the crowd)
(one of the crowd)
Fishing
Fishing
I never fight, but every night
I think its gonna be alright
I think I might think in spite of
Every - thing
Dont wanna be seen or heard
Dont want to shout out loud
I want to be part of the herd
One of the crowd
One of the crowd
One of the crowd
One of the crowd
One of the crowd
One of the crowd
(one of the crowd)
Fishing
(one of the crowd)
Fishing
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXI: Crowd
Be inside of the crowd and you’ll get that euphoria strike
Be outside of the crowd and you’ll get a better spot
Be inside of the crowd and you’ll feel so high
Be outside of the crowd and you’ll find who’s right
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Nice And Responsible Crowd
it is not human
oh, the ocean of people at the mall
though without waves
can drown us all into
anonymity and oblivion
they are not the choices
of the hour
the isolation amidst
the crowd
the scream that only
the buzzing sound of the
masses
can ignore
there is more to these
books, poetry, history, law
science
the novelties of thought
the lonely flights of thought
deeper
and deeper into the jungles
of truths
you discover what they cannot
find
these responsible crowd of
leaves and
pages
or indexes and
and streams of ideas
long asleep and
never awakened
by the daring
knight
of the isolated self
i imagine sometimes
the purification
of mud into the filters of
sand and pebbles
there is no speech much nobler
that the gushes of
the air and water
and the firmness
of land.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lost in a Crowd
Lost in a crowd no one else
Lost in a crowd all by myself.
A lonely party, only one? Me.
A lonely party, not even three.
Lost in a crowd but there's
soemthing i see! Is it a mirror
reflecting me?
No it's another! Lost like me.
He turns around and i bet he see's!
We join together, Lost in a crowd
Were lost in a crowd, not a single frown.
Lost in a crowd.
poem by Kiara Anderson
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A Weary Soldier
Tired eyes watch the weary reflection of the soldier,
who walks without pride or judgment,
and fears none but God.
When he takes up a duty,
he does not run away or hide,
but goes with twice the effort.
The cross that beats upon his chest,
as he runs down the path to victory,
encourages this weary soldier to run with the speed of a cheetah.
The chain that bears the weight of his cross,
as he goes into battle for the weak,
encourages this weary soldier to fight with the power of a lion.
The taunts and jeers that come against the cross,
as he marches in between battles,
remind this weary soldier to take pride in none but God,
and the words of Jesus echo in his mind,
'Father forgive them for they know not what they do...'
poem by Amber Glistener
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No one appreciates the very special genius of your conversation as the dog does.
quote by Christopher Morley
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The trouble with doing something right the first time is that nobody appreciates how difficult it was.
quote by Walt West
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He appreciates prosperity who is caught in calamity.
I married an archaeologist because the older I grow, the more he appreciates me.
quote by Agatha Christie
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He who never moves about appreciates only one's mother's cookery skills.
Doesnt Allow Dissent!
they're using our attacks
on our own students,
on our own children....
for daring to raise a voice of dissent,
for daring to question....
as an excuse in Egypt
to crackdown on their own....
apparently, freedom
...doesnt allow dissent!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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