Your friends praise your abilities to the skies, submit to you in argument, and seem to have the greatest deference for you but, though they may ask it, you never find them following your advice upon their own affairs nor allowing you to manage your own, without thinking that you should follow theirs. Thus, in fact, they all think themselves wiser than you, whatever they may say.
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You never find friends them following your advice upon their own affairs; nor allowing you to manage your own.
quote by Willis Lamb
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Only Two Fools Will Enjoy An Endless Argument
Advice.
Whether accepted or not.
If you do something for someone...
Do it and let it go.
Without making reservations,
In anticipated expectations.
Advice.
Whether accepted or not.
Listen to those you believe to be fools.
There is much to learn...
In the avoidance of ignorance.
But let it flow from the lips first.
Any interruptions introduces an argument.
And when was the last time anyone won an argument,
With a fool?
Only two fools will enjoy an endless argument!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing is less sincere than our mode of asking and giving advice. He who asks seems to have a deference for the opinion of his friend, while he only aims to get approval of his own and make his friend responsible for his action. And he who gives advice repays the confidence supposed to be placed in him by a seemingly disinterested zeal, while he seldom means anything by his advice but his own interest or reputation.
quote by La Rochefoucauld
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No More
You said you loved
But you gave strife
You followed me from wall to wall
Clicked my every click
You were overbearing
And in my face
You intimidated my family and friends
Then we broke ties
I set you aside
To follow my heart
You said I was not worthy
To be a daughter of yours
You allowed your concubine
To insult and torture my soul
Guess what?
I do not really care
What the world may say
For I am now in the driving seat
You interrogated me daily
Lectured as though I'm a child
Little did I know?
This was your infidelity
Questioned my sincerity of love
You owned the circus
The greatest clown to all
Followed me from wall to wall
You used military influence
To find me
Praise the heavens I am protected
Now you are here
Begging to take you back
I am off limits now
I am with someone else
You are restricted from my wall
Still begging me to open my door
I have had it with your insanity
I will have no more!
Here is a bit of advice
I was but a chapter in your life
A novel you might write one day
poem by Persian Khushi
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You Will Be Wiser
One who obtains wisdom loves himself or herself,
So listen to my advice and accept my instructions;
For in the latter days you will be wiser.
Ice-cream for the summer and hot coffee for the winter,
Everyone is a friend of him or her who gives out gifts;
But the writer will always write out his or her mind.
McLeish is my friend and Kamal is your firend,
But Luri and Hyske came to the party as well;
And you will be wiser when you hid to my advice,
For Rome was not built in a day.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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An imbecile can manage his own affairs better than a wise man the affairs of other people.
Intrigued
Since I have gotten older,
And wiser with a wisdom...
That had begun to marinate in patience.
I hear and understand you,
And others quite clearly.
With a growing desire to comprehend.
Sometimes.
When the mood for it is ushered in.
Listening to others as I have done of late,
Gives me more of an appreciation...
As I welcome the aging process,
With acceptance.
Without feeling the doing of this,
Is something I must tolerate.
I love the fact I need not impress.
Or dress to meet someone's expectations.
Although...
Speaking my mind I find can offend.
Especially those still hiding,
Behind their pretensions.
Since I have gotten older,
And wiser with a wisdom...
That had begun to marinate in patience.
I hear and understand you,
And others quite clearly.
With a growing desire to comprehend.
And,
If I so choose...
I now allow my mind to drift with the wind.
To sit and stare without argument...
As if to give my full attention.
I've learned giving a nod or two in agreement does wonders.
I wish I had known this earlier in my life!
'Are you paying any attention to me? '
Of course.
Didn't you just see me nod my approval?
In fact...
I am so interested,
I was about to ask you to repeat what you just said.
I am intrigued and fascinated by the topic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter V: Fact
A lie with no fact is an ego
A lie with some fact is an argument
A lie with all fact is a plagiarism
A fact with no lie is a truth
A fact with some lie is a gossip
A fact with all lie is a fiction
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A no to question
You won't find until the last day
You will have it only when change the way
Ask why sun is lighting the globe with rays?
Why don't you humbly submit without any say?
More you probe deep will be puzzle
Rain may not stop but only dazzle
You get what ever is needed
Only submit and advice to be heeded
Think of one and love with peace
Time is less and spends it with ease
Silently you pray and remain in company
Everything will be solved and realized by many
He is there to look after all
He may rush to you with slight call
We should have doubt all about his presence
H is in all and that forms good essence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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There Is An Art Applied To Your Torture
There is an art applied to your torture.
And you do this quite well.
In fact,
Without trying at all...
You manage to drive me right up a wall,
With your flagrant inconsistencies.
One moment you are focused.
And I am positive you will follow through.
And as soon as I am convinced of it...
You are on to something different.
Claiming you can not commit...
Because of a change of mood.
And if I should change my mind,
About something I said I was to do.
I would never hear the end of it from you.
Until that dead horse would get up and gallop away.
And for weeks to me you would have nothing to say.
Peaceful weeks...
I might add,
That leave me feeling my happiest and a sense of being glad!
There is an art applied to your torture.
And you do this quite well.
In fact,
Without trying at all...
You manage to drive me right up a wall,
With your flagrant inconsistencies.
And you expect me to comprehend them.
Well I don't!
I end up getting mad.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In fact, allowing immigrants to have licenses actually improves homeland security by allowing our government to track who is in our borders.
Where The River Flows
Music : rudolf schenker
Lyrics: klaus meine
Under suburban skies
Where life is bleeding
Where concrete skies are grey
Theres plenty of room for dreaming
I still keep coming here
Follow those traces
I travel back in time
Remember all those places
Feels like I never left
The houses still standing
Down by the river where
The dreams are never ending
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
Under the silent moon
This industrial city
Is heartland even though
Lifes been not that pretty
I still keep coming here
To that old river
To find my roots just where
The future lives forever
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me, you can find me
By the river where dreams will never die
By the river under suburban skies
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
By the river where dreams have never died
By the river I look through childrens eyes
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
Where the river flows
Where the river flows
Where the river flows
song performed by by Scorpions
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Follow the Wind
Follow the air.
Follow the wind.
Release what you have sinned.
The wind is your savior.
Tell him what happened with
your every behavior.
Follow the air.
Follow the wind.
It will get you out of your every
sin.
Follow the angel.
Follow your God.
It is not very odd.
Follow his words.
Follow his advice.
Eventually, you will be very nice.
poem by Casey Jarrell
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A wrong praise
it is human nature to feel good
when served with lavish food
praised few words in honor
appeasement theory even uncalled for
It is killing an ideal man
the downfall is not by only woman
it is done by great and close friends
this has remained clear trends
t is easy to boost a prestige
though it may not be done at ease
the opponent understands the try
but he fails to find and feels shy
downfall may be caused by only few or five
to whom you think very close and believe
pretty friends and fools get elated
when they are praised and equated
It kills spirit and self pride
it is intentional try to conceal or hide
the weakness may be exposed at later stage
you will be living under illusion with inability to manage
Your half work may be done with little praise
it may take him by surprise but erode the base
it will downgrade his thinking power
he may nose dive and enjoy position very lower
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Death Waits For No One
Death waits for no one
But death where is your sting?
Even though we completely understand the reasons why,
death continues to silence us all, as we sigh.
Yes death creeps in as moments passes by,
unenviable, sadly it comes,
unexpectedly it waits for no one,
not even I.
“come follow me, ”
as I once read on a tomb
“come follow me to a place where your tracts are
Treading after me, is where you will end up to be.
And as death suddenly drenches the living in a deep gaze,
remember to use your abilities to laugh, smile, love
and above all praise.
For even though Satin through Adam and Eve
locked us up In chains,
God through Jesus ransom sacrifice released our pains.
Yes, death waits for no one, but death where is your sting?
“Where is your sting? ”
As we the living praise Jah,
in death we will silently wait for our King! .
poem by Esther Ayala
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Dump The Dude
Hey girl, I wanna give you some friendly advice
Hes got you cryin, oh hes done it again
Hes made a date and he didnt show
You know hes done this to you so many times
When you gonna let him go
He doesnt treat you little a lover should
He could be so downright cruel
Cant understand why youre hangin with him
Girl, dont you be a fool
Go on and dump the dude
You know hes got a rotten attitude
He always leaves you in a cryin mood
Take my advice, dont you think twice
Listen to what Im telling you
Go on and dump the dude
You know that weve been friends for so many years
And Ive never ever seen you this way
So torn apart, how he gets to your heart
With all the little games that he plays
Just give him up, get him out of your life
Promise me that once and for all
Youre gonna tell him that its over and done
The very next time he calls, aint you now
Dump the dude
You know hes got a rotten attitude
He always leaves you in a cryin mood
Take my advice, find somebody nice
Listen to what Im telling you
Go on and dump the dude
Girl, I know you may think this is none of my business
But the fact that were friends I believe that makes it my business
I care about you but I aint preachin
I think you should dump the dude
I dont know why youd want to settle for less
When you could have so much more
You know that you deserve only the best
So what are you waiting for?
Go on and dump the dude
You know hes got a rotten attitude
He always leaves you in a cryin mood
Take my advice, dont you think twice
Find yourself somebody nice
Go on and dump the dude
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Temperance Hymn
God of our fathers! Thee we praise;
To-day, our grateful thanks ascend:
Accept these thanks-our cheerful lays
With organ's solemn chantings blend.
Thy grace the wretched drunkard found
Cast out, and weltering in his blood;
Now from his tongue doth praise resound-
He owes that praise to thee, O God!
Restored to virtue by thy hand,
The father, brother, son, arise;
From sin and wo reclaimed, they stand,
And swell thy praise with tearful eyes.
The mother, sister, daughter, too,
With tears of gratitude and praise,
Behold the change, and now, anew,
Receive their friends to their embrace.
No longer poverty and shame-
A sad inheritance-are theirs;
Their altered looks aloud proclaim
A happy change in their affairs.
Thanks, thanks, to thee, O God, we give!
What better tribute can we pay?
'T is on thy bounties that we live;-
We praise thee for this festal day!
poem by John Pierpont
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It's To Tolerance The World Needs To Be Steered
We are all differently abled that's a fact of life,
What gives one relief gives another strife,
Among the Earths population the problem is rife,
So why do we view different as weird.
I may have no legs but I can still get around,
What I can manage to some will dumfound,
My abilities in life I will always expound,
I hate the fact I am besmeared.
I may have no arms but I can write with my toes,
Like you I can smell with my beautiful nose,
In life I'll fight through all the highs and the lows,
Without asking to be revered.
I may have no eyes but I can still compete,
You would never see me admit defeat,
As a person I look upon myself as complete,
I'm certainly not to be feared.
Some will say I am out of my mind,
Comments like that are cruel and unkind,
Look inside me and I know you will find,
It's to challenge that humans are geared.
I can do most anything much the same as you,
My aim is to give credit where credit is due,
I will try my best to see any task through,
So I certainly don't need to be jeered.
I can do things you could never achieve,
You can do others I would never believe,
To say I am worthless is just being naïve,
There are those whose minds need to be cleared.
Nobody is perfect that's what makes us unique,
In life we all have our troubles to seek,
Abusing another is a sign you are weak,
It's to each other we should all be endeared.
Being treated like dirt is not what I want,
My disabilities I will never flaunt,
If you're different from me I will not taunt,
‘' It's To Tolerance The World Needs To Be Steered ‘'
Sad State Of Affairs
It’s a sad state of affairs
When you start to loose your friends
No one there to show they care
You even miss them driving you round the bend
It’s a sad state of affairs
When your ego is your compadre
He whispers in your ear 'you’re right and fair
You don’t need them, pay attention to what I say'
It’s a sad state of affairs
To know your smarter then those around you
What’s the point me going to your lair?
You speak nonsense but to you it sounds true
It’s a sad state of affairs
To have nothing going on in your life
Inside you’re dying to get up off the chair
But lack of motivation is your new strife
It’s a sad state of affairs
When you can’t even pay your bills
But to be honest do you even care?
Give me alcohol, shrooms and more pills
It’s a sad state of affairs
To not remember the years growing up
Except the fights between your family and your frère
Makes you think 'I could jump into that slowing truck'
It’s a sad state of affairs
When your writing is what you confide in
Teenage angst mixed with an adults raging stare
On this mountain of life I see people climbing
It’s a sad state of affairs
When you realise you’re the one slipping and sliding
poem by Kaspa Richards
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Aren't They Playing On The Same Team?
Why is he apologizing for being an achiever?
Why has he placed himself in that position?
Without him they would not have accomplished,
Anything.
'He feels he has to do it.
If he doesn't,
He feels the others may resent...
His abilities to get things done.
And they want to be the ones,
To prove him wrong.'
But...
Aren't they playing on the same team?
That doesn't make sense.
'Yeah.
And that is what's complicated about it.
He is responsible for recovering any lost respect,
They had.
And yet,
They all feel they deserve the credit...
For allowing him to express his intelligence.
And for some reason he is resented.'
Maybe he shouldn't play at all.
'He has already tried that.
And they accused him of thinking he was better,
Than the rest of them.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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