Ceremonies are different in every country, but true politeness is everywhere the same.
quote by Oliver Goldsmith
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I have taken part in ceremonies with North American and Mexican shamans, as well as Brazilian ceremonies.
quote by Stanislav Grof
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If by politeness then is meant goodness, it is appreciated by me as I trust it always has been, but if it is to mean the string of ceremonies generally used for concealing ill nature, and which have been
found necessary to the existence of every society whose members are wanting in self respect and morality, I detest it more than ever. My prominent idea of a polite man is one who is nothing but polish. It is an unenviable reputation. If there was anything else in him the polish would never be noticed. He is a bad drawing finely worked up, and Gérôme says that every attempt at finish on a bad design serves only to make the work more contemptible.
quote by Thomas Eakins
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The only true source of politeness is consideration.
quote by William Gilmore Simms
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Creating Illusions To Delude
Only during the Olympic Games,
Are billions of people the world over...
Given a vision of unity.
To witness the reality of true atheletes.
Those who are at their greatest mental,
And physical peaks.
While those of lesser performance skills,
Choose to isolate themselves,
Within images of divisions with a practicing done...
Of effective hatred,
Seem to be the ones...
Marketing to impose their darkest fears,
Promoting threats of all losing their interests...
To those on the prowl with wishes of conquests,
To end those peaceful nights with endless conflict.
After...
Ceremonies to celebrate humanity...
Returns to business as usual.
However...
None of that nonsense is tolerated,
Or even mentioned...
During special events such as the Olympics.
National holidays,
Or...
During the Oscar ceremonies,
When everyone wants to know...
Who has been chosen the best,
In creating illusions to delude.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.
quote by Alexander Pope
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Whose Country Is This?
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of snakes;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of many waters;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of thieves! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of oil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of earthquakes!
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of lovers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of volcanoes!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful flowers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hansome men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of roses;
Whose country is this?
it is a land ruled only by men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land without rainfall;
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by a woman;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of corruption!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pirates! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by law;
Whose country is this?
It is a land controlled by rebels!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ice;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of the sins of Sodom and Gomorrah!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of singers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of troubles;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of war! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land with the biggest cemetery in the wolrd!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of desert;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of trees;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant teenagers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of timber;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hatred;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of love;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of care;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of peace;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of smokers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of businesses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of harlots;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of wise people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of idiots!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of gold;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of cocoa;
Whose country is this?
It is a alnd full of crabs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of evil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of rainfalls;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ants;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of horses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pigs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of statues;
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of birds;
And so on, and so forth!
Because nature had made them so as we see them around us,
But the wise and fool live together on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Culture Shock
After an absence of...
four years intensely immersed;
in a foreign country
culture cuisine employment.
Sometimes the greatest
culture shock;
is coming back
to your home country.
Sometimes then
you do not belong;
in either country
ever ever again.
This is definitely true
when you never;
belonged in your home
country to begin with.
Bicultural people
can however;
be an insightful gift
to both cultures.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Country Love
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the some days are diamonds album, and has also been released on the country roads collection album.
Nashville tears are lonely signs that point to broken hearts
Broken lives and families that love has split apart
Children who miss daddy, mommys on the run
The pleasure that is painful and hidden from the sun
Nashville hearts are lonely words that speak of love gone wrong
Sad and soulful stories and beautiful love songs
Foe each and every melody of happiness denied
You know that theres another one that shows the other side
Country love is kisses in the kitchen
Country love is honest and its true
Country love is home with your family
County loves the way that I love you
Country love is silky nights and warm familiar hands
Someone whos been there before and always understands
Nashville nights are lonely roads that weve all travelled on
Sometimes they take you far away or they can bring you home
If youre lost out on the highway, do not deny the dove
When nashville nights the question, the answers country love
Country love is kisses in the kitchen
Country love is honest and its true
Country love is home with your family
County loves the way that I love you
Country love is kisses in the kitchen
Country love is honest and its true
Country love is home with your family
County loves the way that I love you
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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Who Makes You?
When I got another girl scout badge,
An academic award,
A certificate of some kind,
You were there, smiling,
Like I'd done something worth doing
For you sat through the endless line of programs,
The initiation ceremonies,
The honor dinners and ceremonies,
Graduation,
Smiling and crying,
As if I'd saved the world or something
You were always there for me,
No matter what,
And when I'd see the other people
Who weren't so lucky
I'd feel a twinge of guilt for them
Wishing there was something I could do for them
To bring back that person
Or at least, make them care...
But sitting at a table in a university
With others I've met along the way
Surrounded by my new life
That somehow doesn't include you
I feel lost
Looking for your smiling face
And I wonder if maybe it means less without you
That you were the one that made it all worth it
That I really did it for you all along
And just don't know how to
Stop.
poem by Amanda Saveley
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Remember the Veterans
Remember the veterans
Who straight and tall
At the ceremonies we hold for them
Remember the veterans
Who are still out their today
Fighting for our freedom
An the freedom of people all over the country
Remember their gallant and noble cause
Remember all they have given up for you
But most importantly
Remember the ones who you can't see
Because they've fallen an in a battle fought for you
Or they are in a nursing home or hospital with no family they can see
Remember them because they are so often forgotten
poem by Candace Johnson
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The true view of my country: Swaziland
The true colors of my country
The true Swaziland
The true view of my country
How long have you been deceived?
How long have you received
How long have you conceived
Deceived of a peaceful country
Received about a democratic country
Conceived a developing country
This then is melody of the true Swaziland
A voice of the real Swaziland
A roar of the future of Swaziland
Around the cities of Manzini
Around the mountains of Mdzimba
Around the rivers of Shiselweni
Around the deserts of Lavumisa
You shall find the poor Swazis
You shall find the poor schools
You shall find the starving Swazis
You shall find the dying Swazis
Around the cities of Africa
Around the cities of Europe
Around the hospitals of South Africa
You shall find children of the leaders of Swaziland
You shall find brothers of the leader of Swaziland
For our education is less valued
For our hospitals are critical
For our salaries are drops
For our lives are miserable
Why my country
Why Swaziland
Houses of the leaders are a paradise
Our homesteads are falling mud and sticks
Their cars are glittering engines
Our cars were God given, ever barefooted
Food beyond measure is theirs
We rely on donations; see our water sources, fields and work places
The true image of my country
They call themselves members of parliament
Warming the chairs with not effective policies
Swazis have turned to misinterpret the duties of members of parliament
They are elected to donate food for them
Why my country
Why Swaziland.
Listen as I throw a true picture of my country
Hearken to my joyful tidings
We lead the world in HIV prevalence
We lead the world in violation of human rights
We lead the world in degrading of freedom of expression
My country is not white in color
My country is painted white
Swaziland is a dark black country
But so colorful
Colored white
Our voices are not heard in Africa
Our tears are not seen across the world
Our feelings are not noted in Africa
Our funerals are not counted in Africa
Our unjust imprisonments are not considered across the world
Are we in a different plant?
Is this Pluto
To Africa I sing this song
To the world I throw these words
We need a better Swaziland
We need a better country
A free Swaziland
A living, not leaving Swaziland
A true picture of my country
My country
poem by Alex Lushaba
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Country Alone
There is dreaming land and happy country
Cursed and blessed by her beauty alone
The lost children of the country
Foreign in sweet home alone
Do not understand country
Hardly meaning own name alone
Some praise the country
Some leave and laugh alone
Emptying nectar of country
Satisfying their belly alone
Forget about future seed country
Fight living and growing alone
So tragic for the country
Eaten by her child alone
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Washington and the elder Napoleon. Both were brave men; both were true men; both loved their country and dared to expose their lives for their country's cause.
quote by Matthew Simpson
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True Friendship
To me white lilies signify.
Ceremonies when people die.
The sad occasions we attend
to mourn a relative or friend.
When duty calls we must obey.
Although we’d rather stay away
from all the pomp and the pretence
but hesitate to give offence.
That all must die we do accept
we go to demonstrate respect
and by attending show support.
A vain attempt to give comfort
to loved ones who are left behind.
The dead are deaf and dumb and blind.
The service ends the mourners leave.
Then they are left alone to grieve
in their own time in their own way.
We know there’s nothing we can say
which will alleviate their distress.
Their sense of loss and hopelessness.
To me white lilies signify
ceremonies when people die.
Though later when you need support
most do not spare a single thought
for you except the faithful few
willing to spend time with you.
In the same way they’ve always done.
So that you won’t feel so alone.
They say that passing time will heal
the sore distress which you now feel.
I know too well it isn’t true
That’s why I’m always here for you
A friend on whom you can rely
if you need to talk or cry.
I know what you are going through.
Because my friend I’ve been there too.
White lilies quickly fade away
Good friends do not they’re here to stay.
You are my friend I care for you
and am prepared to show I do.
14-Jul-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Do Not Believe
Do not believe
Anything true
This east west
This birth death
This eating putting
This going coming
Do not believe
Anything anything.
Do not believe
There is sky
Do not believe
Birds fly
Animals cry
Do not believe
This defeat victory
This land this country
Here and there
You are not free.
Do not believe
Anything true
And you are not false
In this burning rows
There is no distinction
True false
And it is true
And it is false.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Real Losers
one is the soul of the country one is the wealth
both seem not to know how best to give to the country
one says one is the real son of the country
the other says he is equally a son of the country
for he helps build up the country, feed the nation
and develop it blood and sweat
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one insists he is the real master
the other says he wishes to have similar status
both go on and on until they forget there is
a country to be fed, to be built, and both
end up in the drain, soul and wealth
so much to fight over in a country
without much of a country to gain in the end
my pity, my pity
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Shades Of A Blue Orphanage
When we were kids he used to go over the back wall into old dans scrapyard
Into the snooker hall where most us kids were barred
An into the roxy and the stella where film stars starred
Thats where me and hopalong an roy rogers got drunk and jarred
And we might have been the saviour of the men,
The captured captain in the devils demon den
And we might have been the magic politician in some kind of tricky position
Like an old, old, old master musician we kept on wishin
We was headed for the number one hit country again
{chorus}
And its true
True blue
Irish blue
And its true
True blue
And sometimes it reminds me of you
Theres an old photograph of dan that I wish you could-a seen
Of him and the boys posed, standing in st. stephens green
Ya see, they were a part of the great freedom dream
But they were caught and detained and are locked inside the frame
Of the photograph
And he might have been the clever con, the good samaritan, the rassclaut man
An he might have been the loaded gun, the charlatan of the tap dancin fan
But like an old pioneer from outer afghanistan,
Headed for the number one hit country again
{repeat chorus}
Old dan in a raincoat hums the very, very, very special notes
Of a long lost favorite melody
It reminds him of a love affair when he was young and did not care
And how he parted so soft, so sadden
And he might have been the laughing cavaliero, the wise old commanchero
Ow, the desparate desparado, the good looking randolph valentino,
The gigolo from glasgow
But like an old, old hunter of the female buffalo,
Hes headed for the number one hit country again
{repeat chorus}
And its true
True blue
Irish blue
True blue
Irish blue
And its true
Its so true
Ummm, its true
I swear Ive said it
Swear Ive said it
I swear I said it
I swear its true
And its true
True blue
Oh, its irish blue
And its true...
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Shades Of A Blue Orphanage
When we were kids he used to go over the back wall into old dans scrapyard
Into the snooker hall where most us kids were barred
An into the roxy and the stella where film stars starred
Thats where me and hopalong an roy rogers got drunk and jarred
And we might have been the saviour of the men,
The captured captain in the devils demon den
And we might have been the magic politician in some kind of tricky position
Like an old, old, old master musician we kept on wishin
We was headed for the number one hit country again
{chorus}
And its true
True blue
Irish blue
And its true
True blue
And sometimes it reminds me of you
Theres an old photograph of dan that I wish you could-a seen
Of him and the boys posed, standing in st. stephens green
Ya see, they were a part of the great freedom dream
But they were caught and detained and are locked inside the frame
Of the photograph
And he might have been the clever con, the good samaritan, the rassclaut man
An he might have been the loaded gun, the charlatan of the tap dancin fan
But like an old pioneer from outer afghanistan,
Headed for the number one hit country again
{repeat chorus}
Old dan in a raincoat hums the very, very, very special notes
Of a long lost favorite melody
It reminds him of a love affair when he was young and did not care
And how he parted so soft, so sadden
And he might have been the laughing cavaliero, the wise old commanchero
Ow, the desparate desparado, the good looking randolph valentino,
The gigolo from glasgow
But like an old, old hunter of the female buffalo,
Hes headed for the number one hit country again
{repeat chorus}
And its true
True blue
Irish blue
True blue
Irish blue
And its true
Its so true
Ummm, its true
I swear Ive said it
Swear Ive said it
I swear I said it
I swear its true
And its true
True blue
Oh, its irish blue
And its true...
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Country Woman
Country women now, what you gonna do with your life
Country women now, why dont you get out of this life
Leave my life alone
The first time I met you I knew you were the devils daughter
You came on like a river , doin all the things you oughta
Youre a self made women ,baby, not a made-to-order
If you had your way , I know youd make me stay
And that would only bring me down
Country women now, what you gonna do with your life
Country women now, why dont you get out of this life
Leave my life alone
(break)
Country women , country women ,country women
Country women, country women , ahh....
Country women now, what you gonna do with your life
Country women now, why dont you get out of this life
Leave my life alone
Leave my life alone
Country women now , country women now, country women now,
Country women now , country women now, country women now, (fade)
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Anthem
A country I see inside has partnership with me,
With gladness they invoke an anthem of joy.
A country might describe ours, ours,
The merriment is immense, I destroy like a country.
A country is murdered always by the neighbour,
But will it take over the opposite kind?
A country best is, a masterful work,
A distant dive and gorgeous jelly.
When a country is a nation
This anthem must not begin.
poem by Naveed Akram
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