A good man often appears gauche simply because he does not take advantage of the myriad mean little chances of making himself look stylish. Preferring truth to form, he is not constantly at work upon the faade of his appearance.
quote by Jean Iris Murdoch
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A good man often appears gauche simply because he does not take advantage of the myriad mean little chances of making himself look stylish. Preferring truth to form, he is not constantly at work upon the facade of his appearance.
quote by Alanis Morissette
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Keeping Up Appearances
Darkness appears to be the absence of light
but absence of darkness is not light.
Misery appears to be the absence of happiness
but absence of misery is not happiness.
Isolation appears to be the absence of love
but absence of isolation is not love.
Ignorance appears to be the absence of knowledge
but absence of ignorance is not knowledge.
Being what we are simply means
coming out of what appears to be.
But being what we are cannot be dependant
on coming out of something we are not.
We have always been and will always be
what we are.
So, we are realised but
we don’t realise it yet?
Until we come out of what we are not
which is only an appearance.
There is a lot to this keeping up of appearances
and no effort in simply being…………
And ego said
“Whatever. What’s for lunch”
poem by David Taylor
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Copycats.
Whether ideas, appearance or speech
mere book reading or art-stuff
By imitation, display their weakness to you
Secretly adore u, are epigone bluff
So dear Copy Cat!
You actually making me Glad,
Empower me, making me the ONE
Very few are the Acheytypes
Rest are brainless Apes, hun!
Your stimulated acts, are unsaid compliments
as 'Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery'
try something original, its good
or I assume u've Outsourced your Battery
poem by Samima Shah
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A Sparrow's Thoughts.... (Number Six)
you can send the lie in the form
of the unemployment check, in the
form of food stamps, in the form
of Medicaid, in the form of new
policies, in the form of charity...
but the truth is you dont give a damn
until you are willing to share all
you have with fairness, until you're
willing to put your shoulders to the
load, until you're willing to get
involved in the work of equality!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Afraid to Dance
Afraid to dance!
Many have refused...
To keep up with the rhythm.
Preferring to remain subdued.
And taking any chances...
Are kept at a minimum,
For them...
The pace of the beat,
Has slowed their feet!
Afraid to dance!
Or socially participate,
With those who do.
Some have given up...
On romancing too!
In a silent 'boo-hoo-ing' done,
That welcomes their undoing!
And going through the motions...
Only a few,
Are observed to continue in pursuit.
To leave others fixed in seats...
With feelings to self abuse.
To inflict a defeat...
That squeezes their strength.
And limp they are...
With a weakness seen they keep!
Afraid to dance!
Afraid to enhance and take advantage...
Of those forgotten and dropped options!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Old Age/ There Are Few Second Chances
IN OLD AGE/ THERE ARE FEW SECOND CHANCES
In old age
There are few second chances-
I seem to have one now-
Will I have the courage and good sense
To correct my work
As I have rarely been able to do before?
Or will I go to my grave
Leaving only typo- filled pages behind?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Chances
(graham russell)
Theres a chance you will be there
Id like to know the truth
Ill find it out somehow
The chances arent too strong
A chance you will be there
Please be there alone
Help me speak of love
Chances arent enough
Ones too good to miss
Chances arent too strong
A chance is all there is
Theres a chance you will be there
Wondring what to do
How to play my role
Ill leave it up to you
If I disguise my smile
It gives too much away
And what if we cant speak
What then shall I say
Dont you be too long
Something has gone wrong
The chances are all gone
song performed by by Air Supply
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Secrate
God making
Man only
For men only...
On the world
Making style
And gentel...
Who is making for?
No on duty for god
Simply making;
The tailore..
man in to
Gentel man...
This is nice work
Secrate of
Newely morden world....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Lovingly Do The Work
Work is
Life...
Life is work...
Any work is not
Wrong...
Without work is
Worng...
Human every budy works
Wny way too work...s
Work is making you...
Work is given good life
For you...and your's...
So...
Understand too work
Earn money too work...
Live life with your work...
Love too work...
Learn to do the work...
Lovingely do the work...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Hows Chances?
When I want to see the boys
I know where to find the boys
I dont go through a club or two
I just find you and there are the boys
To get you alone I strive
You ask me to tea at five
I find you then with other men
And wonder when my chance will arrive
Hows chances, say, how are the chances
Of making you love me the way I love you
How many young men must I fight with
To be in right with
In right with you
Hows chances for one of those glances
A glimpse of the heaven Im longing to see
Hows chances to end all your romances
And start taking your chances with me
[alternate bridge:]
My castle will need some restoring
Ceiling and flooring
Furniture, too
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Hows Chances?
When I want to see the boys
I know where to find the boys
I dont go through a club or two
I just find you and there are the boys
To get you alone I strive
You ask me to tea at five
I find you then with other men
And wonder when my chance will arrive
Hows chances, say, how are the chances
Of making you love me the way I love you
How many young men must I fight with
To be in right with
In right with you
Hows chances for one of those glances
A glimpse of the heaven Im longing to see
Hows chances to end all your romances
And start taking your chances with me
[alternate bridge:]
My castle will need some restoring
Ceiling and flooring
Furniture, too
song performed by by Irving Berlin
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The revelations of great men
If you do something good in return,
You aren’t good; you settled a due.
If you do something good intently,
You aren’t good; you simply invested.
If you ask pardon for a fevour,
You aren’t great; it’s a strategy.
If you give pardon to one mightier,
You aren’t great with no alternatives.
If you speak truth when comfortable
And be honest when convenient
You cannot boast of yourself as great
As any mean one could do them at ease.
You aren’t great being just in matters
Where being otherwise of no advantage.
You aren’t great with the veil you’ve made
Of good deeds to hide the ill gotten.
You aren’t great with philanthropy
From the undue or unfair wealth got.
But for few, all great men may forgive me
For the revelations made of them.
19.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Offensive
That you would find truth offensive,
Is as disgusting as the marketing of decadence.
Although truth 'is' free,
And the acceptance of it opens eyes widely...
I can see but can not condone,
Why truth is reduced to an atmosphere of fear.
With many preferring it left alone.
Since promoting truth,
Is not a money maker.
And one is discouraged from it not to pursue.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Getting) Sorrows
And even now you're who I will miss
Guess you are why I don't face any bliss
Guess it's brilliant
How fell for you before I'd hit that sack
But it was just a cumbersome fact
Tears are streaming
Tears always now steaming
For there's only waits when I sit in these old bars
For blind again just due to the smoke of cigars
Form fades from good when I cry from afar
As for now I'm getting sorrows
Fight against chances that are gone
Here I am again as getting sorrows
Fight that are gone
Has got no new good fun yet no new good fun
As you're the reason why I still heave
For maybe you're the reason why I feel deep
Who to even be…
At the moment I dunno me
For there's only waits when I sit in these old bars
For blind again just due to the smoke of cigars
It fades from any good when I cry from afar
When I cry from afar as I'll cry from afar
As for now I'm getting sorrows
Fight against chances that are gone
Here I am again as getting sorrows
Fight that are gone
Has got no new good fun yet no new good fun
Coat my eyes with that of wool
As there's always lies
Won't expose my heartfelt pines even though it's a while
May not show it a while
As for now I'm getting sorrows
Fight against chances that are gone
Here I am again as getting sorrows
Fight that are gone
Has got no new good fun yet no new good fun
But I cannot break myself yet so free
Yet you're how I did misconceive
Just stuck to be
As there's nobody else I can be
poem by Rich Downes
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Sometimes In Wanting To Be Civil
sometimes
in wanting to be civil
i close my mouth
i suppress the
exact words
i prune what is in my mind
like some bonsai
under the sun
what appears are
remnants of
beauty
sometimes in wanting
to endure
our inevitable sufferings
we simply close
our eyes
to the truth
we pretend we like the way
we live
we surmise these do not
last anyway
then we forget to tell the
truth altogether
we even forget
that we are its bearers
simply because
we too want to survive
a flood of lies
a catastrophe
of ingenuinity & falsities
but with you
i am honest enough to admit
i lied
because i am afraid
to lose you
that you must remember
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Willing or preferring is the same with respect to good and evil, that judging is with respect to truth or falsehood.
quote by Anthony Collins
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Tuesday
Tuesday I'd say could be quite nice
If it weren't in the grip of Monday's paper vice.
You'd think that with all the computers around,
That paperwork would seldom, if ever, be found.
Though things now-a-days are even sloppier
Thanks to that invention, the high speed copier.
Unfortunately, Tuesday appears to be a bad news day.
It's just too close to muddled Monday for a better way.
If it could only be a little bit later on in the week,
That would be closer to the ideal advantage I seek.
But as long as poor Tuesday appears so very early,
I know there's something good I can find in it surely.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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After The Work Is Done
after the work is done
what will you do next?
take a rest you cannot
sit and sip your tea
you still cannot
you are simply not
comfortable not having
any work at all
your hands tremble
without anything to do
you panic on this state
of uselessness
you become confused
in emptiness with
nothing to do
so after the work is done
you look for more work
again, for they must not
forget you,
your name had always
been
Sisyphus, a convict
of the gods, eternally
damned to be always
on the go
and stopping is simply
not possible..............
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Truth Is..
Truth is..
Thunder in the night,
a firefly in flight.
Truth is..
In its purest form rare,
very seldom do they spare.
Truth is..
The light at end of tunnel
Shattering or very subtle
Truth is...
Clear as cloudless sky,
blue as ocean far and wide.
Truth is..
The calm before the storm,
not in any different form.
Truth is..
Opening our eyes,
is 99% surprise.
Truth is...
painful, devastating,
or uplifting levitating.
Truth is..
what we want to hear,
and most times is what we fear..
Dont understand they say the truth
is what will set you free,
but how will I escape
if they keep lying to me?
poem by Trystian AmedeeJones
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The truth in you
I seek the truth in you
The weak lie is not you
So speak up, yes you
The truth hurts but it works
The truth simplifies and dignifies
The truth sooths preserving your youth
I ask the truth of you
Cry now, take a tissue
So speak up, yes you
The truth signifies and modifies
The truth is within and the best way to begin
The truth is a good start especially for sweethearts
I need the truth of you
Simply choose your venue
So speak up, yes you
The truth to any degree
Is a starting point to be free
Just like one and two make three
So speak up, yes you
If you agree
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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