The appeal to the white man's pocket has ever been more effectual than all the appeals ever made to his conscience.
quote by Ida B. Wells
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We cannot appeal to the conscience of the world when our own conscience is asleep.
quote by Carl von Ossietzky
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All of the legal defense funds out there, they're looking for people out there with court of appeals experience, because court of appeals is where policy is made. And I know, I know this is on tape and I should never say that because we don't make law, I know. I know.
quote by Sonia Sotomayor
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Concealed to Produce a Seduced Humanity
Those of calculating personalities,
Have manipulated themselves into a brick wall.
And obvious are the intentions,
Of those who circumvent truth.
They are the ones seen navigating away,
In custom made shirts and tailored suits.
On the pursuit,
They say...
To correct morals and fading ideals.
The ones,
In their public address...
They say appeal to standards,
And a certain class...
They've spent time manufacturing.
To market and witnessed to be those trashed.
For the purpose to pocket and run with the cash.
Those of calculating personalities,
Have manipulated themselves into a brick wall.
Obvious are the intentions,
Of those who circumvent truth.
They are the ones seen navigating away,
In custom made shirts and tailored suits.
On the pursuit,
They say...
To correct morals and fading ideals.
Leaving the ones unconcious to debate with zeal.
Although none provide examples,
Where this wholesomeness appeals.
But no one wishes to explain why,
They prefer decadence over righteousness...
Concealed,
To produce a seduced humanity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The woman who appeals to a man's vanity may stimulate him, the woman who appeals to his heart may attract him, but it is the woman who appeals to his imagination who gets him.
quote by Helen Rowland
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Lower the standard
Touch up and make up appeal raw eyes.
Exaggeration is made for dull brains.
Simplification is made for low minds.
Mass appeal means the lowered standard.
10.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pocket fairytales....a trilogy
A Pocket Fairytale
He sat in a white van
with no working handbrake,
similar to his temper, with no stopper.
He'd no tax and no money.
What he'd salvaged from life
was an old mattress,
a few old clothes, a fancy chair
and a pot plant.
The door to her house
was bolted, several times
just like the seven chances she'd given him
and the neighbours curtains were twitching.
There was oil leaking from the engine
just like his bleeding heart
and the rear light didn't work
similar to his brain.
His belly grumbled,
he was needy,
and his mouth was dry with fright
although his shoes were polished.
He dug into his back pocket
and found a crumpled piece
of paper with a note
inscribed.
"Some money's in
your other pocket.
I thought you might need some.
Be safe." ……..and he wept.
So you see, sometimes fairytales
do come true and this
is a pocket fairytale
Missed pocket.
David pulled brightly coloured silk from his pocket,
more and more he pulled
blues and yellows and pinks and greens.
David pulled doves from his pocket,
beautiful white feathered doves
and they flew, high.
He did rope tricks, tricks with mirrors,
he conjured flowers
and rabbits from hats.
David pulled me from his pocket.
I danced like a nymph in his hand
I leapt for joy!
Then David slipped,
his wand sparked out
I fell, missing his pocket …………and disappeared.
Pocket watch.
I'm watching a man in the station waiting room,
he has a pocket watch and every now and then he checks it.
It looks as though it's made of bright silver and it shines
like something from the past, mysterious and old.
He has a wonderful moustache, curled at the edges
and seems to be late for something.
He notices me staring at him and as I turn away he
changes into a white rabbit and catches the next train.
"Wake up dear, wake up" mother nudges me.
"We get off at the next stop". I yawn and try to wake up.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Emotions Empower
The child's talk, faulty though, appeals to mother.
The mother's song, poor though, appeals the child.
The lover's talk, false though, appeals to the beloved.
Emotions supersede the logical sense.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It is a mistake to think that we can control the breeding of mankind in the long run by an appeal to conscience.
quote by Garrett Hardin
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The private citizen, beset by partisan appeals for the loan of his Public Opinion, will soon see, perhaps, that these appeals are not a compliment to his intelligence, but an imposition on his good nature and an insult to his sense of evidence.
quote by Walter Lippmann
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The Inner Voice - Conscience
Laws on earth can be made, unmade;
Laws can be bettered or worsened by change;
Laws may be just or unjust and never perfect;
Laws can be changed for comfort and convenience.
Laws may change from time to time;
Laws cannot reflect truth always;
Laws depend on the constituent makers;
Laws can never be ideal for all times!
But the inner Voice -the Conscience is static;
It always speaks the truth irrevocably;
It is not transmutable anytime;
It can never lie ever even by chance.
The Inner Voice scores over laws always;
One's conscience always tells what is right;
Freedom of man's conscience is paramount;
Laws to stifle the Inner Voice are simply futile!
Laws are needed but must be just and fair;
Laws aren't needed to fetter the conscience;
Laws are man-made and transmutable;
Conscience is God-given, remaining the same in everyone!
Obey the laws when they are fair and just;
Heed to your Conscience, God's law-maker within!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 14-02-12
poem by John Celes
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Money In My Pocket
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
I'm praying for
A girl to be my own
Soon you said she coming but I don't believe a word she say
Cause she run away and left me one rainy day
She made me had in mind
That her love would never die
And now I'm alone, so alone
So alone, yeah, yeah
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
The love I had in mind
Was very, very hard to find
It's hard for a man to live without a woman
And a woman needs a man to cling to
You'll see what love can do
After making me feel blue
Ain't that a shame, whoa baby
Ain't that a shame
To make me feel blue
Ive got money in my pocket
song performed by by Simply Red
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Socialism appeals to better classes and has far more strength. Attack the state and you excite feelings of loyalty even among the disaffected classes; but attack the industrial system and appeal to the state, and you may have loyalty in your favor.
quote by John Bates Clark
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Conscience –
The ‘Inner Voice’ in-built by God,
In every human being born,
That tells what’s wrong and what is right,
And helps in moral decisions!
The laws of lands may change a lot;
The guidelines may be different;
The ethics too metamorphose;
But Conscience keeps the truth standard!
The modern man has ‘conscience rot’!
His faith in science has grown mammoth;
He thinks all things are human made –
Believing in mere human strength!
The world cannot ignore conscience;
No man can do much, without God;
If laws are made for human rights,
They shan’t be anti-God /Nature!
Man better heed to conscience first;
All things he does will turn out fine;
Ethical dilemmas vanish,
And soul of man will stay most pure!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-21-2010
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Man’s Vanity-Show
A typhoon hits a coast so severely
And leaves behind a million homes flattened,
Some dead: scores injured- some so grievously;
The people’s lives seem suddenly threatened.
The price of fuel has sky-rocketed;
The number of beggars has gone up too;
Appeals for help are rather well-knitted;
’Gainst Nature’s furies, whatev’r can men do?
Yet, countries waste their wealth in cause of science;
They search for life in near-by galaxies;
And men these days ignore their conscience;
The craze for wealth is man’s newer disease.
Whilst man has made progress in many fields,
His ventures mostly destructive end yields.
poem by John Celes
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Cowboys & Kisses
Written by anastacia newkirk - jive - charlie pennachio
Cowboys and kisses
Cowboys and kisses
Gotta find myself everytime you go away
Baggy blue jeans and a box of magazines
Is all i have of you
Waitin' on the day you walk back in my life
Like a newborn child, you made me smile,
Then stole my heart away
We may be outta touch, but never out of time
(come back to me boy)
Come back to me boy
(cowboys and kisses)
Always seem to bring me down
You're like a weight in my pocket
Everytime you come around
Damn those cowboys and kisses
Gotta find myself everytime you go away
Holdin on to you like a pair of old shoes
That you never throw away
Every road still leads me back to you, yeah
Your little white lies and butterflies made me shed a tear
Still i'm prayin on the day that you'll be mine (mine)
Why do all these
(cowboys and kisses)
Always seem to bring me down (down)
You're like a weight in my pocket
Everytime you come around
(damn those) cowboys and kisses
Gotta find myself everytime you go away
Everytime, everytime baby
(cowboys and kisses)
(always seem to bring me down)
You're like a weight in my pocket
Everytime you come around
Damn those cowboys and kisses
Gotta find myself everytime you go away
Yeah
Why do i keep on holding you
When all you do is hurt me?
All my friends say i should let you go
So afraid that i might see
I can't keep on living life like this
Up and down in and out
I wonder, is this world just a cowboy and a kiss?
Or should i choose another?
(cowboys and kisses)
Always seem to bring me down
You're like a weight in my pocket
Everytime you come around
Damn those cowboys and kisses
I said i gotta find myself everytime you go away
Everytime
Everytime you go away
(cowboys and kisses)
Always seem to bring me down
You're like a weight in my pocket
Everytime you come around
Damn those cowboys and kisses
Gotta find myself everytime you go away
I said i said i said i said
Gotta find myself everytime you go away
Gotta find myself everytime you go away
Yeah
(cowboys and kisses)
Yeah yeah yeah
song performed by by Anastacia
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Money In My Pocket (Plan B Mix)
Money in my pocket but I just cant get no love
Money in my pocket but I just cant get no love
Im praying for
A girl to be my own
Soon you said she coming but I dont believe a word she say
Cause she run away and left me one rainy day
She made me had in mind
That her love would never die
And now Im alone, so alone
So alone, yeah, yeah
Money in my pocket but I just cant get no love
Money in my pocket but I just cant get no love
The love I had in mind
Was very, very hard to find
Its hard for a man to live without a woman
And a woman needs a man to cling to
Youll see what love can do
After making me feel blue
Aint that a shame, whoa baby
Aint that a shame
To make me feel blue
Ive got money in my pocket
song performed by by Simply Red
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Remember This Lack of Conscience - 'For Maya Angelou'.
When time goes past and dithers not
One sees the blame that gathers moss
To feel akin with woe as one
I'll forgive myself and you to soldier on
Remember this lack of conscience when we meet
I was violated, raped and beaten within to provide a treat
Remember this lack of conscience when I get out
To see through with vision all I espy
Remember this lack of conscience which will know no bounds
To hideously transform love profound
Remember this lack of conscience when I am free
You will lose and you know me
Remember this lack conscience less you forget
That freedom is precious and not a threat
Remember this lack of conscience when the bars are bent
I will slip out into the depths of crass to vent
Remember this lack of conscience to come
The Devil has a new spawn and drum
Remember this lack of conscience gathering
To prove nothing but give a battering
Remember this lack of conscience wild
It has no remorse just like a child
Remember this lack of conscience like the Hawk
Which draws blood, looks on and gawks
Remember this lack of conscience with the Demon within
It's a Golem to clear the the Evil and get even
Remember this lack of conscience when you renege
The death of love can be ones grave
Remember this lack of conscience and tremor not
No fruit you bear or shall ever to care
Remember this lack of conscience that prevails
The trial is over and you have failed
Remember this lack of conscience and grow
To a woman that a man can know
Remember this lack of conscience that forgave
and now with Love sends you away
For Maya Angelou - ' Remember This Lack of Conscience'.
poem by Azriel Dreams
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Poem In My Pocket!
I have a poem in my pocket for this very day,
a poem in my packet you might even say,
i have a poem in my pocket for all of you to hear,
this is the poem in my pocket,
the one you've just heard me peirs,
so a poem in my pocket is to my heart
but i have to say sorry it's time for us to part!
poem by Raven Fulford
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I don't know what sex appeal is. I don't think you can have sex appeal knowingly. The people who seduce me personally are the people who seem not to know they're seductive, and not to know they have sex appeal.
quote by Omar Sharif
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As my man
I feel no good
Not like even neighborhood
They appeal me nothing
As I miss something
He is not here and away
I find nothing good on the way
Sun shine makes me dull
I am not in mood as usual
Cuckoo makes lovely call
Yet it fails me to recall
All those lovely moments
As he is not on my side to resent
What is meaning of love in life?
If love is to be felt in isolation as wife
What can be considered as best?
When nature speaks lovely to remind the test
Rays enter drawing room
And remind me of flowers boom
It appeals me no more
As he is away on tour
I wished never to be alone
As I felt after effect of cyclone
The devastation left after it has gone
Never to be recovered when so much damage was done
Nights seem to be so much hostile
When you are little far for a while
I am not at my best in your absence
Love is of such much magnitude with essence
I shall cheer up when you are around
Nature may appeal me more when you are found
I am human and definitely caring woman
You are at heart permanently seated as my man
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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