We can't be as good as we'd want to, so the question then becomes, how do we cope with our own badness?
quote by Nick Hornby
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it is not the good on the other
neither their badness
they are irrelevant in this quest
for excellence
or the search of the good self
it is this loneliness
within the heart
that sings that finds what goodness
is left
within the confines of our being
at the end, it is the question and you
as the answer
facing one another: who i was
who am i
who is this that has become?
myself in a nutshell is my sole concern
the rest only
also, think of themselves
well said, everything is always a personal matter
like a thought rising in our minds
like a dove finding a nest in the home
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There's no such thing, you know, as picking out the best woman: it's only a question of comparative badness, brother.
Had I The Power
Had I the power to know and see
The good points and the bad in me
A philosopher I would be instead
Of one who walks around half dead.
Had I the power to understand
And give others a helping hand
And overlook their faults to find
That they too can be good and kind.
Had I the power to spurn hate
to not scorn or discriminate
And have no badness in my heart
Then I would be a man apart.
Outward a person may seem nice
But that doesn't mean he's free of vice
Because he behaves well doesn't mean
That inward he is spotless clean.
There's no human truly perfect
In each of us there's some defect
We merely flatter to deceive
Perfection we cannot achieve.
Had I the power to show my true inside
And not be keeping meaner traits ahide
And show the badness in me with the good
There's no use trying because I never could.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Where Is The Child?
love is blind,
life is wild,
death is wide,
where is the child?
hatred everywhere,
badness fills the air,
life is so unfair,
where is the child?
no one is funny,
bees make no honey,
everyone is running after money,
where is the child?
hearing no good voice,
there is much noise,
by a freaky gang of boys,
where is the child?
no one is having a good dream,
everyone wants to scream,
there is no more white cream,
where is the child?
purity is gone,
children have no fun,
badness is now in everyone,
where is the child?
there is no more respectable art,
no real love in any heart,
sadness in every part,
where is the child?
where is the child?
where is the child?
poem by Sarah Abu Zeid
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I think it's a question which particularly arises over women writers: whether it's better to have a happy life or a good supply of tragic plots.
quote by Wendy Cope
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Supplements are replacements
Some would dread summer.
Once it sets in, they cope with it.
Some would dread winter.
Once it enters, they cope with it.
Loss of the dearest, you fear.
Once it occurs, you cope with it.
When you depart from the dear one
It would make him/her fit to cope with it,
And instead he/she would make someone dear
We endure what we cannot cur
With supplements and substitutes.
03.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fragments - Lines 0429 - 0438
To beget and rear a man is easier than to put good sense
Inside him. No one yet has ever contrived a way
To make the senseless sensible and good men out of bad.
If the sons of Asklepios had this gift from the god,
To work a cure on badness and men's infatuate wits,
Many and great would be the fees they earned.
And if understanding could be fashioned and placed in a man,
Never would a good man's son have turned out bad,
By heeding the words of sensible counsel. But as it is, no teaching
Will ever serve to make the bad man good.
In hard-core science fiction in which characters are responding to a change in environment, caused by nature or the universe or technology, what readers want to see is how people cope, and so the character are present to cope, or fail to cope.
quote by James Gunn
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Surrender
Act according to the dislike of a bad man and an evil boy
To find in your life what is funny and creative.
Your decision is finally made on the importance and realty,
The body we carry is all you can bury, to do with badness.
The bad men are not the goodness and relief of the Earth,
So they do by the way say they are good, but also bad and evil.
Even good people know how to win, and how much is this.
Feed the one who is yourself, yourself!
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Good That You Do Unto Others....
ask, please ask, if you have the heart
every moment that you do good for another
if it pleases her too
in the same manner that we do not really want to hurt or inflict
what innate badness we keep
we must always ask
if the other is enjoying what we do and we keep on doing
ask, and you must know if the good that you do is good for the other
for in truth we do not know where that person is going
his needs and wants, his dreams and wishes,
his past traumas, his scruples
and unresolved conflicts
so please my friend, i have to tell you again
the good that you have done in me has hurt me and that is the truth
when you laugh, you have become the worst person that i have known and met
when you say it does not matter, you have become a worm
a parasite to my body and by all means
forgive me when i finally decide to
deform you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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His Sermon
at the pulpit
he keeps reciting the three attributes of God
that God is true
that God is beautiful
that God is good
no one disagrees on this
soliloquy
have i really felt this?
some questions keep on propping
inside my mind
in the middle of this crowd
and uniformity
is something true always good?
will good be always beautiful?
what about the bitterness of the true life?
what about the ugliness of the desired good?
shall a good feeling be not wrong sometimes?
the bitter herbs of life has good teachings too.
the badness of failures make us strong and vigilant.
and so on and so forth...
and then it is time to leave, sometimes an end is good.
like life, like death
like the beauty of a fading sunset
like the cover of the darkness
like the coming of dusk
like the birth of a new day...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cut
To cut
Takes away my inner pain.
It releases my emotianal state.
To watch the blood flow.
To me is not blood.
Its all the badness inside.
I have a load of bad feelins.
Inside eating away at me.
so when the razor.
Slices a new cut.
I no I can brake
Free for a short while.
Blood is red
Its precious to some.
To me its the bad
Stuff flowing away.
Do i have a desire to stop?
Yes I do
But for the moment I cant.
Mabey one day I will.
But as I feel
Everything is black
I have to
Get the badness out.
Blood of me
Is red
But should be black.
Some say im crazy.
Mabey I am
In their opinion.
In my opinion
Im not
It dont make me
A bad person.
Its just a tempory relaese
Its not permanant relaese
Only the scars are
Forever
But in time
They fade.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The Death Of Good
TO THEM THAT DO GOOD,
GOODNESS IS SUPPOSED TO BE THY PORTION,
TO THEM THAT DO GOOD,
THOU ART SUPPOSED TO SEE GOOD,
TO THEM THAT DO GOOD, THY REWARD OUGHT TO BE GOOD,
BUT LO AND BEHOLD, THE REWARD OF DOING GOOD IS EVIL,
THE GAINS OF GOODNESS ALTOGETHER IS BECOME EVIL,
THE DIVIDENDS OF GOODNESS HAST BECOME BADNESS,
YEA! LO I BE PAID WITH EVILLNESS FOR MY GOODNESS,
YEA, LO I BE PAID WITH WICKEDNESS FOR MY KINDNESS,
LET ME BE PUT TO ETERNAL SLEEP,
THEN WILL MY EYES NOT BEHOLD THE TRIUMPH OF THE WICKED,
THEN WILL GOODNESS OVERCOME EVILNESS,
YEA, LEST I BE REWARDED WITH EVILS FOR MY GOODS.
LET ALL THAT LOVES TO DO GOOD CEASE TO EXIST,
YEA, LET US THAT LOVE TO DO GOOD, SLUMBER INFINITELY IN ETERNAL SLEEP.
YEA! THAT THE GOOD REMAIN INFINITELY GOOD,
LET THEM FADE OFF IN INFINITE SLEEP,
AND THE EVIL ONE'S CAN INHERIT THE EARTH WHICH HAS NO MORE GOOD IN IT.
YEA, MY GOODNESS IS THUS ATTESTED TO, FOR GOOD WILL DEPART FROM THE WORLD OF EVIL,
AND EVIL SHALL REIGN IN THE LANDS OF THE EVIL.
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Where, it has no end
Once
He was
good!
But,
Was he
good
enough?
Then...
He was
better! !
Still,
The question
remained
Was he
better
enough?
And,
One day
He'll be
the best!
Yet,
The question
will remain
Will he
Suffice?
poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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That's why
Why look at the face when the attitude is not as personable manner?
Why not ask the age of maturity when approached too?
Why forget humility in our daily lives?
and assume that we are good people and good.
While others are not as good as us.
Why do good people have a pile of ugliness?
When the wicked will not be able to do good.
Why..
is the usual question
But we are human beings full of a sense of self-interest charges
Who look at life in all kinds of prejudice
to deny the Divine truth that has been available
... 'why'...
Becomes a question of exceptional
difficult to answer
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Happiness... what is it?
what happiness is actually..
when somebody said.. happiness is when u get your first date..
but I said NO..
we would feel happy
if only we had date with no fight for nothing untill the end...
what happiness is actually..
when somebody said.. happiness is when u get married..
but i said NO..
we are really feel the full of happiness
if only we could keep that feel until we die with our couple...
for the third times I ask:
what happiness is actually...
having child.. somebody said..
yes of course I said..
having child is one of happiness..
but is getting to be deep of sadness..
if only the child is not us anymore...
then... what happiness is actually...
I said for the last time:
happiness is sadness...
happiness is badness...
happiness is madness...
because happiness
is sure will bring us
to the sadness.. badness.. even madness...
poem by Omy Istibsyarah
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13 Question Method
(chuck berry)
Now, the thirteen question method is the one to use
Listen to me!
Thirteen question method is the one to use
Im saying that the thirteen question method is the one you gotta use
If you wanna have some fun
cause the thirteen question method is the one to use
Uhn!
Question number one: you wanna have fun, uh hun
Question number two: what to do ?
Lets see!
Question number three: wanna go out and eat burger with me ?
God almighty!
For the thirteen question method is the one to use
Now the question number five: dont give me no jive this morning
Question number six: dont try no tricks, this evening
Question number seven: Ill pick you up at a quarter to eleven, baby
And question number eight: its a date
Thats question number nine: where to dine, this evening ?
Question number ten: ah, can we get in ?
Question number eleven: gonna be just like heaven ?
God almighty!
Question number twelve: we get by ourselves ?
cause the thirteen question method is the one to use
The thirteen question method is the one to use
Now the thirteen question method is the one gotta use if you wanna...
The thirteen question method is the one to use
And she says ah...
She says...
The thirteen question method is the one to use
The thirteen question method is the one to use
Now the thirteen question method is the one gotta use if you wanna have some fun
cause the...
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Without blinking
Without blinking stare at an object
Tears roll and no question is there why.
On oily paper pens do not write
No question is there why.
Water through fissures not leaking
Ocean floor and there is no question why.
The question is there is no question to put why.
I am just obseving and observing
I can shot
The mute then show gut.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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You Are Dressed
you are dressed i see
like me
white as snow
and well ironed like
a kimono
i ask you
where are you going from here?
and you said
a question for an answer
how about you
where are you going from here?
and i ask too
a question to another question
do you know where you are going to?
and then i tell that man in white: i am staying.
and he went away without telling me where.
when i tell mother about it
she says
good my son, you did not go with him
by now, you would have been dead.
mother i know, as always, is superstitious.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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