The salability of an item can often be improved while the value itself remains unchanged.
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A good story often increases the salability of an item without increasing its actual value.
quote by Roy H. Williams
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There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.
quote by Nelson Mandela
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In the practical world of computing, it is rather uncommon that a program, once it performs correctly and satisfactorily, remains unchanged forever.
quote by Niklaus Wirth
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A well which is drawn from is improved. [Art is improved by practice.]
Give That Up!
There is no gain one can claim with pain,
That remains the same...
Unchanged.
With a wish to rid it!
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.
And you know you have had enough!
There is no gain one can claim with pain,
That remains the same...
Unchanged.
With a wish to rid it!
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.
And you know you have had enough!
Just give that up!
When it gets too much...
And you know you have had enough!
Just give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.
And you know you have had enough!
To live life you've got to live it...
And get up off your big butt!
Pull yourself out of that rut.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.
And you know you have had enough!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As nightfall does not come all at once, neither does oppression. In both instances, there is a twilight when everything remains seemingly unchanged. And it is in such twilight that we all must be most aware of change in the air — however slight — lest we become unwitting victims of the darkness.
quote by William O. Douglas
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In our tabulation of psychoanalytic results, we have classed those who stopped treatment together with those not improved. This appears to be reasonable; a patient who fails to finish his treatment, and is not improved, is surely a therapeutic failure.
quote by Hans Eysenck
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Our Love Story Without End
As the days, roll on into years, one thing remains unchanged
The love I found, when I first met you, has never disappeared
It grows stronger, and gets better, with each year
In our love story without end
One day in December, I came a long, I remember still
You, in your tower on the hill
Wrapped up in gold, like the color of the sun, you shone
Then hid, scared of what was to come
Our love story without end
I took you away, I was handsome, back then
Wrapped you in my arms, as the fog rolled over the shore
So began, our love story without end
And on this day, our anniversary
I recall, all the good times that we shared
And thank you for the joy, you have given me
Thank you for the joy, you have given me
As the days, roll on into years, one thing remains unchanged
The love I found, when I first met you, has never disappeared
It grows stronger, and gets better, with each year
In our love story without end
How do you stop, the wind from blowing, our love is strong, it's never ending
True, I'm so in love with you
Grow old with me, take me higher, your smile is a gift, I'll always treasure
It's true, I'm so in love with you
And on this day, our anniversary
I recall, all the good times that we shared
And thank you for the joy, you have given me
Thank you for the joy, you have given me
Copyright Colin Coplin 2012
poem by Colin Coplin
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The Sunday News
Looking for something in the Sunday paper,
I flipped by accident through Local Weddings,
Yet missed the photograph until I saw
your name among the headings.
And there you were, looking almost unchanged,
Your hair still long, though now long out of style,
And you still wore that stiff and serious look
You called a smile.
I felt as though we sat there face to face.
My stomach tightened. I read the item through.
It said too much about both families,
Too little about you.
Finished at last, I threw the paper down,
Stung by jealousy, my mind aflame,
Hating this man, this stranger whom you loved,
This printed name.
And yet I clipped it out to put away
Inside a book like something I might use,
A scrap I knew I wouldn't read again
But couldn't bear to lose.
poem by Dana Gioia
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For the truth of the conclusions of physical science, observation is the supreme Court of Appeal. It does not follow that every item which we confidently accept as physical knowledge has actually been certified by the Court our confidence is that it would be certified by the Court if it were submitted. But it does follow that every item of physical knowledge is of a form which might be submitted to the Court. It must be such that we can specify (although it may be impracticable to carry out) an observational procedure which would decide whether it is true or not. Clearly a statement cannot be tested by observation unless it is an assertion about the results of observation. Every item of physical knowledge must therefore be an assertion of what has been or would be the result of carrying out a specified observational procedure.
quote by Arthur Eddington
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Nothing in the entire universe ever perishes, believe me, but things vary, and adopt a new form. The phrase "being born" is used for beginning to be something different from what one was before, while "dying" means ceasing to be the same. Though this thing may pass into that, and that into this, yet the sums of things remains unchanged.
Its Clarity Remains Unchanged
It is all there,
And very clear.
Those pieces fit.
Although you have chosen them,
To toss and disappear.
You wish to envision another picture,
To frame.
But the one that may disturbs...
Will be the one unclaimed.
However...
Its clarity remains unchanged.
It is all there,
And very clear.
Your rejection of it...
Has produced an imagination,
Induced by your fears!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For the truth of the conclusions of physical science, observation is the supreme Court of Appeal. It does not follow that every item which we confidently accept as physical knowledge has actually been certified by the Court; our confidence is that it would be certified by the Court if it were submitted. But it does follow that every item of physical knowledge is of a form which might be submitted to the Court. It must be such that we can specify (although it may be impracticable to carry out) an observational procedure which would decide whether it is true or not. Clearly a statement cannot be tested by observation unless it is an assertion about the results of observation. Every item of physical knowledge must therefore be an assertion of what has been or would be the result of carrying out a specified observational procedure.
Arthur Eddington in The Philosophy of Physical Science
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Unchanged
Unchanged,
With a wish to remain the same...
People dare to make claims,
Of better days for them that come.
And when those days do come,
Unlike the other ones...
They do not see them as being better.
Since unchanged,
Are their same complaints...
Seeking acceptance in those better days,
They can not recognize as changed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Upon Your Aging And Fixed Feet
I am not 'this' that you wish.
A novelty you expect,
As an exception to go unchanged.
Nothing on Earth that the Earth births,
Remains the same.
Rain nourishes!
And if the blooming done that I do,
Should upset you and your perceptions...
I can only wish you the best of dust collected,
Upon your aging and fixed feet.
I live to do to get done on each stage of life,
That welcomes my efforts to grow.
I wish to participate not contemplate life.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I want to change. (sad)
Im the way i am,
i cannot change.
I'd shoot for the sky,
but im out of range.
do you think im normal?
or do you think im strange?
go to the place ware people go,
and you'll see me in the firing range.
taking hits wile i move the targets,
just trying to rearrange, and to change,
the tings that drive people insane,
to change my life,
yet it remains unchanged.
poem by Poet of the River
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PH, To Me
When I joined the ranks of poets
At PH a few months hence
I found a group of people
Whom I now consider friends
Though, as a poet, I suspect,
I’ll ne'er be thought renowned
Still I love to show my work
Where it’s seen the world around
This site has been a boon to me,
Writing more than I used to,
And I think, by reading other bards
My own work’s been improved
I see this site as a privilege
And, one not to be abused
When angry tensions oft arise
It leaves me quite confused
Each item I submit in verse
Though meaningful to me
I suspect that, not, to all who read
Twill be their cup of tea
At times, much better poets
Than I, their work, submit
And even though, I know it’s great
I just can’t “get into” it
But if, alas, I take offense
At values, different than my own
I, simply, note the poet’s name
Click the mouse and move along
If a rude and contentious poet
Should offend enough, on site
Their work, no longer, would be read
Which would be their ultimate price
Copyright C R Clark-4/28/2008
poem by C.R. Clark
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Tiny ants we are, but our souls with yours at par
It was our routine
We move around in batches
Locate places from where
We can collect food items
Our food habits are simple
We do not need to cook
As we eat raw
We do not add spices to our food
We also do not mix food items
We are satisfied with one item
And we eat it stomachful in one go
And very importantly
We eat only when hungry
No in-between in takes
We walk, walk and only walk
We do not use any vehicle
Our tribe is known for
Organized non stop working
Recently we were in a marriage hall
We were busy material handling
And the foot item we were shifting
Was a ready-to-eat item
And we would keep it stored
In our safe custody
For consumption later on rainy days
Everything went as planned
We were almost moved all we wanted to move
The last batch of our ten people
Were moving fast through a foot path
And before they could cross
A large footed man stamped on them
And all the entire batch of ten crushed to death
We all witnessed in sorrow
The demise of our people
For no fault of theirs
"We, tiny ants cannot do anything about this.
Once I witnessed hundreds of our men
Got drowned in milk when the pot containing it
Just titled and got emptied"
A senior citizen in our group lamented
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Issues
Things will only come to its end
Nothing will change and nothing will remain the same
I may not have been the right person to send
but I know where I'm going and everyone's playing the same game.
Nothing in my life will obtain balance,
Nothing will keep it from going ahead
but each big step I take it will find my talent
and then she will know how much I've improved instead.
Things she has said sure true but not everything
she has said is a true fact;
She still acts like a teen herself even if she acts like it's nothing
She is just pulling another act.
I'm not perfect like you wanted me to be
I know because you made me this way
But now you should see
how much I have to say
To you and him all at once
When the time comes you will know
how much I've improved,
and how much I have done.
You both will see things from my perspective
and will see how my life is different from yours.
poem by Jessica Lee
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One year change
Your eyes are more prominent.
Your cheeks have waxed.
Lips are found more even than then.
Nape is firm; limbs are solid.
Skin reflects more sheen.
A year wrought all changes.
You are sexier.
Or, am I thirstier?
You are in high voltage
And gave me three hours charge.
It will last for a year.
The thing that remains unchanged
Is your shyness towards me.
Shyness is the character of passion.
29.06.2001, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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