I am not accustomed to pay fulsome compliments to the English, by telling them that they are superior to all the world; but this I can say, that they do not deserve the name of cowards.
quote by Richard Cobden
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Deserve
They got money, they got sun
They look like theyre havin fun
Dont it seem its so unfair
They know something you dont know
Theyve got a better place to go
Theyre thin and rich and they dont care
We get the dreams that we deserve
The magazines that we deserve
Page one and three that we deserve
The joy and the pain that we deserve
The sun and the rain that we deserve
The material gain that we deserve
We get what we deserve
They got tension, they got stress
They got their lives in the press
The whole world stares as they undress
Sold their friends to get ahead
They do therapy instead
Theyve got demons in their bed
We get the toys that we deserve
The quiet and the noise that we deserve
The girls and the boys that we deserve
We get what we want if we really want it
We get what we want if were really honest
You know what you are
You know what you want
You know what you deserve
We get the seas that we deserve
The flowers and the trees that we deserve
The spores on the breeze that we deserve
We get what we want if we really want it
We get what we want if were really honest
You know what you are
You know what you want
You know what you deserve
You deserve
We get what we deserve
We deserve
song performed by by Marillion
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The Slipping of Meet Notes
Accustomed to lies.
What does the truth really mean?
Accustomed to lies laying low on the scene!
Accustomed to tell them...
And protect when told.
Accustomed to lies,
Whether fresh released or old held on hold!
Accustomed to lies...
Without a bat of an eyelash moving!
Accustomed to lies.
Dishonesty is accepted and shown.
At the work place
Where the slipping of meet notes,
Does not provoke disdain.
Accustomed to lies...
And that's how our lives remain!
In heated sex away from home!
Regardless of who spies on another,
Both buffer their suffering by what's condoned.
Accustomed to lies...
And what is taught is always known!
Accustomed to lies.
Accustomed to holding on to them,
Until time flys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coward
Only cowards are
residing here.
The cowards only
does not say anything.
The cowards are
not there to take
any decision at
any point of time.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Bad, yet superior
Disloyalty is evil
But still superior to infidelity
Ingratitude is bad
But still superior to betrayal
Meanness is low
But still superior to imprudence.
Revenge is cruel
But still superior to assault.
26.06.2008.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The accustomed to are sweet.
Srilankan tamils aren’t comfortable
With Tamil accent of Tamils
As Indians are with the English of English.
The accustomed, though deformed, is sweet.
16.09.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Cowards die many times, but a brave man only dies once.
I Think
He said that you were crazy
He said that you were losin your mind
And that you dont know how to treat a man
But baby you do me just fine
Everytime he comes around
He tells me how you did him wrong
Telling me you broke his heart
But I dont really give a damn about what he says
Cuz check this out
I think (I think) that youre a beautiful woman
And I think (I think) that you deserve a good man
I think (I think) that I could be the man for ya
So baby wont you take my hand
I think (I think) that youre a beautiful woman
And I think that you deserve a good man
I think that I could be the man for ya
So baby (baby) wont you take my hand
He says your disrespectful
And that you dont know how to carry yourself
And now hes tellin me your ghetto
But still I want no one else
Im really sick and tired of him
And the way that he talks about you
I think Im gonna tell him (oh yea oh yea) hey I love that woman
I think (I think) that youre a beautiful woman
And I think (I think) that you deserve a good man
I think (I think) that I could be the man for ya
So baby wont you take my hand
I think (I think) that youre a beautiful woman
And I think that you deserve a good man
I think that I could be the man for ya
So baby (baby) wont you take my hand
Hes always telling me that youre not the one for me
But I see things in you that he would never see
So no matter what he says and baby no matter what he might do
There is nothing and no one that can change my feelings for you oh baby yea
I think (I think) that youre a beautiful woman
And I think (I think) that you deserve a good man
I think (I think) that I could be the man for ya
So baby wont you take my hand
I think (I think) that youre a beautiful woman
And I think that you deserve a good man
I think that I could be the man for ya
So baby (baby) wont you take my hand
song performed by by 112
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The truth suffers
He is mean and still superior to me
As I am greedy that he is not.
He is possessive and still superior,
As I am covetous that he is not.
He visits prostitutes and still superior,
As I have an eye for cuckolds.
But I am held higher than him.
04.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The prison accustomed
I came out of prison
After twelve year term
To find the world a prison.
The hell accustomed
Is preferred to the heaven
Yet to be accustomed.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Of Those Who Do Speak The Truth
The amazing and wonderful thing about truth,
And its use is this...
Those familiar and accustomed with the telling of it,
Are often the ones disbelieved.
Very few are open and direct like that.
To leave those dishonest suspicious.
And the ones looking for dirt to uncover,
Of those who do speak the truth...
Find themselves digging deeper holes,
To expose their own deceits and ways they've cheated...
They can not climb out of the mud and slime they've created,
To enable those observing them...
Complaining as they confess of committing their own sins.
Even in the pouring rain people like this smell.
'Excuse me...
What is that you're wearing?
I've notice the people here,
Have picked that as their favorite scent.
What is it? '
~Stench.~
The amazing and wonderful thing about truth,
And its use is this...
Those familiar and accustomed with the telling of it,
Are often the ones disbelieved.
And yet...
Those who are honest with themselves,
Have no problem revealing their own dirt first.
And if you do know anyone who does speak with truth,
Do you ever think of them as being negative?
Many do.
And why is that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Its Whatever
Its whatever
Its what happens
Whatever
Ooh
Whatever
Just like the birds that
Whistle in the trees
And in the leaves so happily your
My tree and through the storm
You stood strong for me
Kept me warm as can be (warm as can be)
Like a candy to an apple oh
We go together
Your so sweet to me ( oh so sweet)
I can say that I do believe
This is destiny
It keeps calling me
Now its me and you
You and me
And its whatever
Whatever you want it to be
Im telling you (Im telling you)
If its up to me whatever is whatever
Is whatever with you and me ( whatever is whatever)
Just like a breeze
In the middle of a summer eve
And you come through you comfort me
If Im a drink your
My lemon sgueeze
Oh youve got flava boy
You go good with
Me so boy dont play or tease me
Ooh keep me together
You got what I need
Now its getting late
Its after three
So quit your stalling
My body calling
Now its me and you
And you and me
And its whatever
Whatever you want it to be
Im telling you(Im telling you)
If its up to me whatever is whatever
As long as its you and me
Whatever is whatever
Its whatever
Its your world
I put that on everything
Its your world
Your world ooh
Now its me and you
You and me
And its whatever
You want it to be
Im telling you
If its up to me
Whatever is whateva
Whatever is whateva
Baby
song performed by by Aaliyah
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Self-Mocking
Whenever I self mock
over a compliment I have been given
it is not to insult the person who gave it,
more to injure myself.
I can cope with most things
that are given to me except compliments.
Sound Strange?
When I was growing up many years ago,
I was belittled by family and friends alike.
They made me feel like a misfit,
so a misfit I became.
I endured insults about me
in every way shape and form.
Compliments were never given
and became a stranger to me.
Now that I am older,
I do not stand easy
when compliments are given
and I have to mock myself
and make a parody out of me.
I grew up feeling useless in everything I did.
They did not realise what they were doing
and hurting that they caused. I
t was not jokes they threw at me,
but hurting insults that made me feel insecure.
Now when compliments come
I cannot accept them readily.
I cannot accept that anyone
would want to compliment me,
so I self mock myself you see.
10 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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Much More Than They Deserve
I have no interest in them,
For several reasons.
But I will use just one!
I prefer not to be in their presence.
Since I've grown accustomed,
To breathing fresh air.
Any other statemement I make,
Will be a waste of my time.
And already they have taken,
Much more than they deserve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Woman, You Deserve More
Woman, you deserve more than flowers.
You deserve more than vows.
You deserve more than that ring,
Woman, you deserve more than love
The beauty in your eyes
Woman you deserve more than tender touches
The beauty of your voice
Woman you deserve more than kisses
Dear you deserve more,
something unseen, someone untouchable
More than gold, more than diamonds triple fold
Trust me, you deserve more
Written March 05,2012 by Theo Merma. In honor of International Woman's Day 2012.
'To all the woman out there, thank you for the existence. Stay strong, whatever life may throw at you, keep in mind that you deserve more! Live life, embrace it until it's through. Regards. -Theo'
poem by Theo Merma
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Dont Waste Your Time
Mary j blige & aretha franklin
[mary]
Lately Ive got this funny feeling
Something dont feel the same
But hes telling me Im the one to blame
Yes I know he still gives me good loving
But when hes deep inside
Theres somebody else on his mind
1 - [aretha]dont waste your time
[mary] but it gets so hard to know
[aretha]just walk away
[mary] you say that I got to let go
[both] seen it a millions times before
[aretha]you shouldnt take his stuff no more
[mary] cant waste my time
[aretha]girl its not hard to know
[mary] should walk away
[aretha]oh youve got to let it go
[both] seen it a millions times before
[mary] shouldnt take his sh** no more
[aretha]
Sister girl, sister girl
Its much deeper than what youre thinking
When something dont feel the same
Yeah you better believe his love has change
(and I have been telling you, telling you)
And what youre telling me
(its been hurting me, hurting me)
It aint, it aint complete
Hes got a sweetie on the side
Stop making truth, out of his lies
Repeat 1
[aretha & mary]
Whats the point of love
When you got no trust
Whats the point of staying
When you seen enough
Whats the point of giving
What he dont deserve
[mary]
He dont deserve it
No you dont deserve it
[aretha]
Oh whats the point of feeling
[aretha & mary]
Like theres nothing inside
Whats the point of saying
That you still got your pride
Whats the point of giving
What he dont deserve
This is the last time
Im gonna love you
Repeat 1
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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Fools
Here we stand as tiny specks,
saying our world in the only one.
Here we stand as bigots,
ignoring all the telling facts about.
Here we stand superior,
needing nothing and no one.
Here we stand alone,
so fearful of anything unknown,
but here we are such fools,
in that we believe our lies.
2 February 1987
poem by David Harris
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This republic was not established by cowards; and cowards will not preserve it.
quote by Elmer Davis
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Don't Desever
As I sit at my computer staring at your picture.
I have come to one conclusion.
I don’t deserve you.
I don’t deserve a woman whose smile is so bright.
I don’t deserve someone who is to beautiful for words.
I don’t deserve a queen such as you.
I often laugh when I think of how luck of a man
I am to have you in my life because
I don’t deserve you.
I dedicate this poem to my friend and hopefully some day more than a friend Tatanya
“A Russian Queen”
The English are polite by telling lies. The Americans are polite by telling the truth.
quote by Malcolm Bradbury
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Web
As I walk through the coldness,
You feel the savoury warmth.
Your sweet engine will turn my tumours into gold.
The world has an illness.
It is a disease called man,
Crawl into the bitter skies of youth again.
You deserve better.
You deserve more.
I deserve nothing,
Arachnid shelter.
Images of paralysis.
Melancholic abrasions melt my nerves
I cherish the way you cleanse my troubled eyes.
Sever my memories.
in an abyss they freeze like my love
we have reached the pinnacle of infinity too soon.
You deserve better.
You deserve more.
I deserve nothing,
Arachnid shelter.
Arachnid shelter.
Now all I can trust is pain.
The clusters of pain feel so real,
Maybe one day I'll feel the heat of your sun again.
Slowly I suffocate.
stitch up my lungs and leave me sober,
I'll be thinking of you whilst aching for my last breath.
You deserve better.
You deserve more.
I deserve nothing.
Arachnid shelter.
Your sweet engine will turn my tumours into gold.
We will gulp 'til we are old,
T.H.C. brain,
Gold.
song performed by by Inme
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