You just have to stand and grit your teeth and know your poll numbers are going to go down - and mine have - but you gotta grit through it because the alternative is unacceptable.
quote by Chris Christie
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On Quitting
How much grit do you think you've got?
Can you quit a thing that you like a lot?
You may talk of pluck; it's an easy word,
And where'er you go it is often heard;
But can you tell to a jot or guess
Just how much courage you now possess?
You may stand to trouble and keep your grin,
But have you tackled self-discipline?
Have you ever issued commands to you
To quit the things that you like to do,
And then, when tempted and sorely swayed,
Those rigid orders have you obeyed?
Don't boast of your grit till you've tried it out,
Nor prate to men of your courage stout,
For it's easy enough to retain a grin
In the face of a fight there's a chance to win,
But the sort of grit that is good to own
Is the stuff you need when you're all alone.
How much grit do you think you've got?
Can you turn from joys that you like a lot?
Have you ever tested yourself to know
How far with yourself your will can go?
If you want to know if you have grit,
Just pick out a joy that you like, and quit.
It's bully sport and it's open fight;
It will keep you busy both day and night;
For the toughest kind of a game you'll find
Is to make your body obey your mind.
And you never will know what is meant by grit
Unless there's something you've tried to quit.
poem by Edgar Albert Guest
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False Teeth - A Children's Poem
Our teacher had false teeth;
She kept them in a box
Inside the classroom cupboard
Which she forgot to lock,
So we broke in at break-time
And took them out to play.
They fell into a puddle
And turned a muddy grey.
We gave them back to teacher;
She had to grit her teeth
Or, rather, to de-grit them
For grit was underneath
Under the muddy covering
Mixed with her chewing gum.
This made her gums quite tender;
She didn’t find it fun.
But later we regretted
The mischief that we’d made;
When lessons stopped for playtime,
Our teacher soon explained
That punishment must fit the crime
So, for our evil sin,
Just like her now-cleaned gnashers,
She had to keep us in.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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Dont Back Down
The girls dig the way the guys get all wiped out
With their feet in the air you can hear em shout
Theyre not afraid (dont back down, dont back down)
Not my boys (dont back down, dont back down)
They grit their teeth, (a-oo) they dont back down
Dont back down
You gotta be a little nuts
Dont back down
But show em now whos got guts
Dont back down
Dont back down from that wave
With their feet full of tar and their hair full of sand
The boys know the beach like the palm of their hand
Theyre not afraid (dont back down, dont back down)
Not my boys (dont back down, dont back down)
They grit their teeth (a-oo) they dont back down
Dont back down
You gotta be a little nuts
Dont back down
But show em now whos got guts
Dont back down
Dont back down from that wave
When a twenty-footer sneaks up like a ton of lead
And the crest comes along and slaps em upside the head
Theyre not afraid (dont back down, dont back down)
Not my boys (dont back down, dont back down)
They grit their teeth (a-oo) they dont back down
Dont back down
You gotta be a little nuts
Dont back down
But show em now whos got guts
Dont back down
Dont back down from that wave
Dont back down...
song performed by by Beach Boys
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You Silly Stump Hole
Many times, I’ve read poems
where the author
has resulted to swear words
one after the other
to get some point across.
The problem is their work
then seems vulgar and cheap
and I stop reading their work.
With a little thought,
they could use an alternative word
and that might even brighten
up their work.
It just makes you grit your teeth
and go Grrr
and then under your breath say
“You silly stump hole.”
9 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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You Say Yes
Say you want to rip it up
Paint the town red
Wanna do the hot spots
Get it in the head
You drive me crazy
I know your game
You done it all before
Youll do it all again
You say yes, I say no
My bloods on fire
I grit my teeth
Youre nothin but a teaser
Gimme some relief
Im lookin at the bottle
Sinkin to the floor
I gotta white knuckles
Cant take it anymore
You say yes, I say no
What do you treat me so
What I do, I do for you
song performed by by Judas Priest
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In order to obtain the goal of returning to Palestine, all of us sometimes have to grit our teeth.
quote by Yasser Arafat
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Some people, you have to grit your teeth in order to stay in the same room as them, but you get on and ask the questions you assume most of the people watching want to ask.
quote by Morley Safer
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Bring Your Happiness Here
When you think about what is right!
Does it keep you up through the night?
Are you feeling your light go dim...
And you're afraid of the darkness,
Moving in?
Oh babe!
Oh babe!
Grit your teeth,
And keep your lips shut tight!
Oh babe!
Oh babe!
Go home and lock all your doors...
And relax your mind tonight!
When you see that things are falling apart,
And in your heart you want it to come...
To a stop!
And politicians seem to lie everyday.
You don't know what to believe,
Or want to hear what they say!
But,
Oh babe!
Oh babe!
Grit your teeth,
And keep your lips shut tight!
Oh babe!
Oh babe!
Go home and lock all your doors...
And relax your mind tonight!
Oh babe!
Oh babe!
Enjoy the moment for what it is.
Oh babe!
Oh babe!
Don't spend another second squeezing out,
More...
Of your charity tears!
No babe!
Oh babe!
Enjoy the moment for what it is.
No babe!
Oh babe!
Remove all that grumbling...
Get up!
Get out and live.
Oh babe!
Oh babe!
Get up.
Get out.
And bring your happiness here!
Oh babe!
Oh babe!
Get up.
Get out.
And bring your happiness here!
Oh babe!
Oh babe!
Remove all that grumbling...
Get up!
Get out and live.
Oh babe!
Remove all that grumbling...
Get up!
Get out and live.
Oh babe!
Get up.
Get out.
And bring your happiness here!
'I would like with you to 'Samba'
Get up.
Get out.
And bring your happiness here!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Experiencing Life Has Made Me Wiser
What are you doing?
'Making it easy and obvious as possible,
How much attention you give to me...
To give others the opinion,
You can not wait to grit your teeth...
Upon my appearance.
To leave the tactics you use,
As if a child in grade school.'
But you are not suppose to notice,
What it is that I do.
'I too was once a child.
But experiencing life has made me wiser.
And apparently,
You have yet to have had that opportunity.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Me Back My Rags #12
Enough chattering violets enough sweet trash
I won't hear anything know anything
Enough enough of all
I'll say the last enough
Fill my mouth with earth
Grit my teeth
To break off you skull guzzler
To break off once for all
I'll just be what I am
Without root without branch without crown
I'll lean on myself
On my own bumps and bruises
I'll be the hawthorn stake through you
That's all I can be in you
In you spoilsport in you muddlehead
Get lost
Trans. by Anne Pennington
Anonymous submission.
poem by Vasko Popa
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Interconnectivity...
there must be a link between
a caterpillar
and the nail
on your theory of inter-connectivity
though we
most of the time burn bridges
break ships
and live on islands
there must be a trace between our
ashes
either those scars
or those new skins
words are growing wings
to fly to you
you have designed cages
however
to keep them
dying
my fingers want to touch your lips
your teeth grit
there is no truth to your bibles
where termites
build their empires...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The guitar has a kind of grit and excitement possessed by nothing else.
Sticking with a marriage. That's true grit, man.
quote by Jeff Bridges
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Look A Little On The Sunny Side
Look a little on the sunny side
Even when they say youre on the slide,
And for a while theyll say your records never make it,
But in a while theyre gonna be showering you with praises.
Theyll give you mediocre reviews
And put you in the underground for a while,
But look a little on the funny, sunny side of life,
Look a little on the sunny side.
You sing em the blues
And then they ask for a happy tune,
And when you start to smile theyll say gimme dat rhythm and blues,
And when you give em dat rhythm and blues theyll simply smile and say
We didnt want to hear you play,
We didnt like you any way.
Its very hard to please the people every single time,
But look a little on the sunny side.
Look a little on the sunny side
Even when you feel you want to hide,
You gotta laugh, dont let your critics ever upset you,
cos for a while the cynics will all be out to get you.
You gotta be shrewd, you gotta be strong
Youve gotta convince yourself that you are not wrong,
Whistle a tune and think of a catchy, happy, little song
And look a little on the sunny side.
Its very hard to please the people every single time,
But look a little on the sunny side.
Theyre gonna put you down for a while
Youve got to learn to grit your teeth and smile
And look a little on the funny, sunny side of life,
Look a little on the sunny side.
song performed by by Kinks
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Caution...
you pretend that sleep is your friend
but sleep is honest enough to admit that there is something wrong
with the bed
the blankets are talking and the pillows
are protesting
your hairs are mad
your eyes as usual do not tell the lies
that your mouth and tongue have long mastered
and the teeth that grit
knows who at the end
shall win
your mind is not a friend of anyone
its insomnia the heart fears
can kill anyone
it is time to be cautious
wear the feet of the cat
perhaps be silent like the
floor.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jogger
Being chased by a ghost, the roots of his teeth
break with impact, joints tied together with string,
corpus filled with compressed breath.
He gasps stones, grit and smoke, an air maschine,
a wet, strained mask, the bottom of his lungs filled with silver.
His heart shakes like a shocked bird.
It is as if all things in the park have been stilled,
left and right, one and two, all under the grey
now out in bad standing.
poem by Leslie Philibert
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Say Its All Mine
Well I know its over
Like a waste of mind
Well I know its side ball
I cant seem to find
Like a waste of someone
Like a wasted home
Well I know its over
I know its over long
Did you ever slip inside my ozone
I saw it in my eyes
Ever slip into me baby?
And I know its mine
I gotta say its all mine
With so low
Well I know its not mine
With so much
Well I say its all mine
With so low
And I know its not mine
Well its solace baby
I saw the face of mine
You took my hand and held on
For the longest time
I was always looking to be the one for you
It could have been so perfect
If I still lied at you
And I want to scream inside you no-one
Did you ever look at me
I saw a place where I was open
Now it will die mine
I gotta say its all mine
When no man
When I know its not mine
With so much
When Im faking the lies
With so low
I gotta say its all mine
Gotta say its all mine
Wanna say its all mine
Gonna say its all mine
It was so good
It was so good
It was so good
It was so good
It was so good
It was so good
It was so mine
I gotta say its all mine
With so low
When I know its not mine
Its over
And I can face it no lie
With so much
Well I know its not mine
With so low
I know its not mine
With so much
I gotta face its a lie
With so low
I know its not mine
With so far
I gotta place its a lie
It was so good
So good
Say its so good
Say its so good
Say its so good
Say its so good
Say its so good
song performed by by Moby
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Equally Foul
Sometimes it is easier to hide,
A red elephant in a closet.
Than to open the door of one,
Looking for a good mood to wear.
And...
Hoping to keep it,
Without someone having something foul to say...
To ruin one's entire day.
As if they knew just how to do it.
It takes all the strength in the world,
Not to step toe to toe with ignorance.
And a good mood can be stripped to grit teeth...
Just like that!
Quicker than someone with decent intentions,
Indecently allows something equally foul...
To come popping right out of the mouth.
And,
Consciously!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Salt
Alive you are removed, what sees just to lurk - The way to obey, never to the dark - Skinned is my teeth, bit to the grit, grid to the byte - Whatever you say, princess - Whatever you want, princess of the damned - Argue with the ocean, win only you can - Waves which breaks, do so on the shore - Not inside your mind or soul - Never the talk, never to your back - Salt on your food, salt to your back - Salt by the steps to your door, prevents demons from the attack.
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Keep your hands open, and all the sands of the desert can pass through them. Close them, and all you can feel is a bit of grit.
quote by Taisen Deshimaru
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