Oh! this opponent, this collaborator against your will, whose notion of beauty always differs from yours and whose means are often too limited for active assistance to your intentions!
quote by Alexander Alekhine
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An Adaption to Personality
How to best beat an opponent,
At their own game you had not intended to play?
I don't know about you.
But I would approach 'that' this way:
You must descend from heights secretly achieved.
Slowly this is done.
With the assistance of a full Moon and twinkling stars.
Wait for a clear night to come.
And glowing behind your majestic descent...
Employ the use of magnificent hues.
Brilliant in assorted colors.
And glowing softly upon their eyes.
And as you are witnessed to land upon the Earth,
Floating upon your own internal energy externalized...
Call each one of those who slandered you viciously,
By first and last name.
Let everyone realize you are familiar,
And within touch.
Showing those with their mouths open,
You are not above displaying humility!
Even though the act of it may pinch a nerve or two.
Yet proving you are accessible to anyone,
You do...
By means of the most basic entrances you have chosen.
Knowing,
You have no intentions to shock or overwhelm.
It is just an adaption to personality,
Most folks find difficult to accept.
And you have come to provide an alternate motivation.
No one has to respect.
However...
The 'effect' will leave your opponent with few excuses to make.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Musicals are plays, but the last collaborator is your audience, so you've got to wait 'til the last collaborator comes in before you can complete the collaboration.
quote by Stephen Sondheim
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I am an opponent of Saddam Hussein, but an opponent also, of the sanctions that have killed a million Iraqi children and an opponent of the United States' apparent desire to plunge the Middle East into a new and devastating war.
quote by George Galloway
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Actual Beauty!
Beauty without love will meet with the fate of Dorian Gray!
Beauty is the outer make up to make one look better;
Actual beauty differs from apparent one in almost all cases.
Actual beauty is inner love glowing bright out attractive at once;
True beauty is inner beauty naturally impressive in all respects.
Beauty lies in the perfection of thoughts, words and deeds in all;
Beauty is truth, perfection, love, freedom, joy and peace in one!
Art is a work of beauty as adequate expression only can complete it;
Poetry is an art as it makes beauty out of chaos logically meaningful.
Architectural work of Pyramid or Pisa is a frozen beauty of symmetry!
poem by Ramesh T A
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The real or supposed rights of man are of two kinds, active and passive; the right in certain cases to do as we list; and the right we possess to the forbearance or assistance of other men.
quote by William Godwin
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What's In Your Heart
True beauty is in the way she laughs
True beauty is in her eyes
True beauty is how she acts
True beauty is inside
True beauty is unseen
True beauty is only felt
True beauty is not mean
True beauty is herself
True beauty can't be cruel
True beauty is bare
True beauty lies within you
True beauty is always there
True Beauty can't be covered with makeup
True beauty means true love
True beauty can't be baked up
True beauty is the flight of a dove
True beauty has no flaws
For True beauty is all that matters after all
poem by Ricky Baker
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The Opponent Chosen
It has to come as a disappointment,
To carefully pick an opponent...
Who is perceived to be unaware of it.
But proves more than worthy,
For any challenge presented.
To then expose capabilities unknown.
And...
Without hesitation,
The opponent chosen...
Reveals with acknowledgement,
Of having a desire to be the one picked.
This has to come as a disappointment?
'For who?
The opponent chosen,
Who sat and waited patiently?
Or the one believing the task to be easy? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Negotiating means getting the best of your opponent.
quote by Marvin Gaye
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The development of beauty in chess never depends on you alone. No matter how much imagination and creativity you invest, you still do not create beauty. Your opponent must react at the same highest level.
quote by Vladimir Kramnik
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Vocal and With Media Means
Many vocal,
And with media means!
Continue to defend...
Their decaying beliefs,
And abundant ignorance.
With claims to be conservative,
With interests to protect...
A decadent way of life.
That has been influenced by an absence,
Of standards proclaimed they maintain!
A declining of humanity,
Has imprints of their corruption.
Conflicts they have inspired...
By their self centered eruptions.
An economy has deplenished...
From an active greed they have practiced.
And all the signs are clearly there,
Their actions have distracted away from unity!
And they betray with deceit!
Crooks and thieves...
With demonic intentions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Meaning Of War
Meaning of war
War means bombing
War means explosions
War means fire
War means destruction
War means hating
War means mutilation
War means killing
War means tears
War means guns
War means loss
War means not of who is right
War means not of who is wrong
War means only of whom is left
poem by Oscar Montano
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War Means
War Means death
War Means destruction
War Means fire
War Means bombing
War Means sorrow
War Means turmoil
War Means tears
War Means guns
War Means blood
War Means confusion
War Means explosions
War Means mutilation
War Means sickness
War Means killing
War Means occupation
War Means loss
And lots more
But after one side
Or the other side
Has finally had enough
And lays down their arms
To surrender and give up
War Means Peace
poem by Brie Carter
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War Means
War Means death
War Means destruction
War Means fire
War Means bombing
War Means sorrow
War Means turmoil
War Means tears
War Means guns
War Means blood
War Means confusion
War Means explosions
War Means mutilation
War Means sickness
War Means killing
War Means occupation
War Means loss
And lots more
But after one side
Or the other side
Has finally had enough
And lays down their arms
To surrender and give up
War Means Peace
poem by Mrunal Nandankar
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The developing countries must be able to take a more active part in trade negotiations, through technical assistance and support from the developed countries.
quote by Anna Lindh
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True beauty
True beauty is in the way she laughs
True beauty is in her eyes
True beauty is how she acts
True beauty is inside
True beauty is unseen
True beauty is only felt
True beauty is not mean
True beauty is herself
True beauty can't be cruel
True beauty is bare
True beauty within you
True beauty is always there
True Beauty can't be covered with makeup
True beauty means true love
True beauty can't be baked up
True beauty is the flight of a dove
True beauty has no flaws
For True beauty is all that matters after all
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poem by Jean Pullman
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Move On With Your Charming Ways Fixed To Leech
You requested my assistance,
In your questioned delivery.
And when I insisted that I could not...
You began to offend my dignity.
And instead of getting angered,
I respected you...
And suggested to you with hints.
To only have you say to me...
My way to you did not make sense.
You requested my assistance,
In your questioned delivery.
And when I insisted that I could not...
You began to offend my dignity.
And now when I don't respond to you,
With an expressed interest...
You want to defame my intentions meant,
By claiming in public with derogatory statements...
What you think about me,
To those who have no clue about your indignities.
And like I have stated to you once before,
It is not me but you,
That must open your own doors.
My experience in doing this for myself,
Is not transferrable to anyone else...
To decide what it is I have pursued for years,
Takes for them too much time to accomplish.
Because work and sweat is involved with some tears.
And like I have stated to you once before,
It is not me but you,
That must open your own doors.
I am not assigned to be anyone's butler,
Doormat.
Or slave!
I may offer to assist,
But when my assistance is regarded useless...
Move on with your charming ways fixed to leech.
Don't stab me in the back,
Because your insecurities wish to see me bleed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intrigues
Washing the dishes, slowly, one by one, as
recommended by chakra analysts, the chakra
test reveals I don't trust anyone though I love
them enough, my first three chakras are minus
values while the green heart chakra is normal so
the gurus say I should learn to trust people while
I fiercely believe all people have good intentions
But we are too stupid - our insight too limited - to
carry out those intentions successfully, most think
the end justifies the means and it is not true, no-one
wishes harm upon another except in so far as they
believe in the existence of evil and they are wrong,
don't tell me I must give these beloved idiots carte
blanche to walk all over my heart
Spiritualists say we act in a play to learn what does
not work in life; I prefer to learn through observation
and will only partake in intrigues I already know work
successfully - I am not here to act as a guinea pig in
various scenes learning by trial and error how not to
be selfish and cruel, to understand what people need
instead of forcing my will on them
Everybody suffers from lack of insight while the most
dangerous are the so-called professionals…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Irrefutable Affection
Heavenly aura.
Scorching July air.
No lies told, no one to hate.
A peaceful godlike innocence, memories of grandeur.
The way that I held you, it's bliss was returned.
A connection exalted me.
No intentions of leaving.
No intentions of failing.
Inner peace was my deity.
And it would always shine through.
My selflessness still active, but I was proud of where I stood.
However, an invisible hourglass introduced me to my sickening fall.
And it's amazing how on that flawless day in May.
How the cardinals sang and the tree branch was the most uplifting place.
How the heat embraced me and kept my faith sustained.
And how I said that I loved you, and how that still has never changed.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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Any Other Time
I remember there was a time,
I found it easy to do things controversial.
With a doing to offend those...
Politically correct and doing their best,
To have themselves perceived...
As having proper etiquette.
Upholding standards that were then valued.
Today my maverick ways are so passe they bore.
Even today a great leader can pretend to debate,
But then again appear to snore.
While he lets his opponent win,
When any other time this same opponent...
Would find himself ignored.
'Why do you think he allowed that to happen? '
People are already aware of his skills and abilities.
I think he made it understood by all...
Just how effective his opponent will be as a leader.
'Do you think it was a new strategy? '
No, not really.
I just think the President felt he would use the time,
To get some sleep!
'Do you think the next debate will be any different? '
Well, that depends.
'On what? '
If the opponent decides to appear,
Without the need to play charades.
Or disguise in yet another masquerade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Effective Means
Many times you have tried,
To misrepresent my intentions.
And to manipulate my deeds.
And many times my tolerance,
Sat and watch this purposely.
Over the years my intentions have changed.
And I am not reluctant to express impatience.
Nor is my tolerance one I am proud of.
And my methods now use more effective means...
To get my point across.
So grateful am I to find constant prayer,
Enables me to do this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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