Some defeats are only installments to victory.
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There's a victory, and defeat; the first and best of victories, the lowest and worst of defeats which each man gains or sustains at the hands not of another, but of himself.
Obstacles are necessary for success because in selling, as in all careers of importance, victory comes only after many struggles and countless defeats.
quote by Og Mandino
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Small Points Of Victory
those are not scars and wrinkles
on my face...
they are mile markers,
paragraphs,
and small points of victory
grounded in nameless defeats!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Victory was not mine
The victory was yours.
And it still is victory belongs to you.
Victory was not mine.
You hurt me you hurt me.
You've scared me.
And yet the victory is yours.
You still continue to beat me.
You torture me every day.
Even though you raped me.
You still win.
And the victory is yours.
Its not fair you have the victory.
When you are evil personalised.
You are the peice of scum
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Defeat
Hands of success
Mudded with
Tricks and lie
Rolling down
Bragging around
Out of the door
At every step
I make friends
With defeats
To bring real victory
Over false success.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Victory
Victory never comes from power over others
Real victory only comes from victory over self
Nothings gained from fighting your brothers’
For victory can’t be purchased “Off the shelf”
poem by Ray Lucero
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Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival.
quote by Winston Churchill
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Towards the Oasis
There is no journey on boats
Without the oars
There is no pathway to victory
Without the steps of defeats
Without a long journey through the desert
You will never get an Oasis
Once the struggle is over
You will get the life you longed for
Burdens you carried on your shoulders so for
The struggle and tears
Will become sweet memory
And pages of your biography
poem by Kavin Charalan
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You ask, What is our policy? I will say; "It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give us: to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is our policy." You ask, What is our aim? I can answer with one word: Victory - victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival.
quote by Winston Churchill
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Lifes Picture
Life can be likened to the following picture I'll draw,
A lake has its water both dark and light.
Life can be deep, knee deep; it can be chaotic or mellow,
It can seem as though in pout, and spite.
Of life and death, new birth and rot,
Adding shades of victory and defeats plight.
There is the raucous sound of nature's families,
Nature's families of aquatic and fight.
When the season permits and weather is fine,
You must grasp upon the opportunity.
Glide gently among all of this with your beloved,
Float among this life with impunity.
Speak of its creator and the beauty you behold,
Not of the rot, or that that is at deaths door.
Look at the snow-white swan with babes at wing,
And the Lord's water lilies we need to adore.
So dear one let us consider life's victories, not its defeats,
But its staying the course and accepting the confrontations.
In Gods will we will live a victorious life,
A victorious life will achieve a great and glorious nation.
R. K. Hart 6/10/2012
The defeats and victories of the fellows at the top aren't always defeats and victories for the fellows at the bottom.
quote by Bertolt Brecht
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Of Our Own Making
We stand on mountains of our own making
and wonder what to do next.
The mountains represent pinnacles
of our defeats and successes.
If it is one of our defeats,
we should climb down and start again.
If it is one of our successes
we should stand and admire the view
and hope we can build a bigger one
the next time we start a new.
5 February 2009
poem by David Harris
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Fatherly Love
Your face
rubbing my chest
with ice
out side
and In side
the heart
runs
a soothing
firing
love.
your smile
is a balm
on my hundred wounds
inflicted by the rough winds,
your naughty tits bits
is a bliss
in my life.
your appearance
ignites my eyes
with pleasure
and joy
as I win
all the battles
defeating all the defeats
turning all the struggles
into a stunning
sweet melodious victory.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Sink Hole
He made the mistake of standing on top of the television set.
He thought maybe he could conquer it, I guess
But instead
It swallowed him up and burped him out into an
Infomercial.
And if we don’t pay $149.95 in six easy installments
We’ll probably never see him again.
(Previously published in The Short North Gazette, Jan.2003)
poem by Laurence Overmire
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Needs created
You bought it from the vendor
Because he came to your door,
Though you intended not to.
You got, thus, a new need
And got it met indeed.
I shall wait at your door
To offer what you need.
Pay me in installments.
But don’t show me the door.
09.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Soviet Union did not achieve victory over the West, so was my information inadequate to help them to victory, or did it play no particular role in their failure to achieve victory?
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Enigma with Flower
Victory. It has come late, I had not learnt
how to arrive, like the lily, at will,
the white figure, that pierces
the motionless eternity of earth,
pushing at clear, faint, form,
till the hour strikes: that clay,
with a white ray, or a spur of milk.
Shedding of clothing, the thick darkness of soil,
on whose cliff the fair flower advances,
till the flag of its whiteness
defeats the contemptible deep of night,
and, from the motion of light,
spills itself in astonished seed.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Victory
Heavenly sound
Gentle waves
Densely surround
Motionlessly
Beckoning more
Now harmony
Tranquility's door
Crossing over
An Epiphany
Angels singing
Feathered wings
Loving caress
Journey's end
Victory, victory, victory
poem by Paul H Nelson
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Without Regret
Saddened memories,
I once held as property.
Who knew,
They would go...
When they grew,
Inside of me!
I now reflect,
Without regret.
I know now
Defeats I've met!
But who knew,
They would go...
When they grew,
Inside of me!
Those times
Stayed on my mind
For days at a time.
I used that to feed,
My own desperate needing.
I lived with anger and deceit!
I felt those feelings deep,
Within me!
Defeats I have met!
But who knew,
They would go...
When they grew,
Inside of me!
But...
Who knew,
They would go...
When they grew,
Inside of me!
Who knew,
Like I do now...
When they grew,
Somehow
They would go...
From inside of me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Destroying Themselves As Well
Someone knows,
To what to them has been fed...
That motivates their action to pick,
A victimization that defeats another.
With a drive they can not quit.
Someone like this has been promised,
Something that pleases.
Something involving one's ego...
That satisfies the blindness,
Of its increasing evilness.
People are teased on a constant basis,
With something desired...
That comes to jeopardize their integrity.
And people who wish to do harm to others...
Aren't thinking at all how a temporary taste,
Effects their entire destiny that is wasted.
Someone knows,
To what to them has been fed...
That motivates their action to pick,
A victimization that defeats another.
With a destroying of themselves as well,
In a complete wickedness that's sick.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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