We appreciate frankness from those who like us. Frankness from others is called insolence.
quote by Andre Maurois
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If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.
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All cruel people describe themselves as paragons of frankness.
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He had a certain frankness and generosity, qualities indeed which turn to a man's ruin, unless tempered with discretion.
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My dream of politics all my life has been that it is the common business, that it is something we owe to each other to understand and discuss with absolute frankness.
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Life is too short to be little. Man is never so manly as when he feels deeply, acts boldly, and expresses himself with frankness and with fervor.
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I encountered among my comrades the most varied human traits, from frankness to reserve, from goodness, uprightness and kindness, to brutality and baseness.
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The love of their country is with them only a mode of flattering its master; as soon as they think that master can no longer hear, they speak of everything with a frankness which is the more startling because those who listen to it become responsible.
quote by Marquis De Custine
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A liar
Who can be termed as liar?
he himself is biggest fool and supplier
you can act only as offender
as wrong person you can act as defender
Some people are really big thief
They have no clear thinking and belief
they hurl anything at anybody
their words and action speak with the body
it may not be allowed for long time
neither it is appreciated nor welcome
no one can be as perfect as thief
the utterances should be precise and brief
speak different and act contrary
both in real sense certainly vary
we are sometimes amused and feel weary
it is altogether unwanted and unnecessary
To speak lies can be our weakness
to come out of it can be called frankness
to spread it further may be altogether useless
we must have enough courage and strength to face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Lord's Prayer On A Coin
Upon this quarter-eagle's leveled face,
The Lord's Prayer, legibly inscribed, I trace.
'Our Father which'-the pronoun there is funny,
And shows the scribe to have addressed the money
'Which art in Heaven'-an error this, no doubt:
The preposition should be stricken out.
Needless to quote; I only have designed
To praise the frankness of the pious mind
Which thought it natural and right to join,
With rare significancy, prayer and coin.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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The Dream Of The Heart
Hundreds of readers have ceased reading,
The ignorant are turned into censors,
The party man’s image is flourished
By the hints and notions of a mentor.
Children and parents cling to the screen.
The dream doesn’t blaze, it’s forsaken…
Once the haughty fled the sparks of verses,
Today frankness is strewed with ashes.
But the dreaming heart never stops,
It beats… it beats, and throbs…
7.04.2000
Translated from Georgian
poem by Janri Gogeshvili
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These Fought in Any Case
These fought in any case,
and some believing
pro domo, in any case .....
Died some, pro patria,
walked eye-deep in hell
believing in old men's lies, then unbelieving
came home, home to a lie,
home to many deceits,
home to old lies and new infamy;
usury age-old and age-thick
and liars in public places.
Daring as never before, wastage as never before.
Young blood and high blood,
fair cheeks, and fine bodies;
fortitude as never before
frankness as never before,
disillusions as never told in the old days,
hysterias, trench confessions,
laughter out of dead bellies.
poem by Ezra Pound
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No bounds
As charity knows no bounds
It has never remained out of bounds
It is open domain for all to contribute
The happiness can be seen even by remaining mute
The needy may helplessly look at the sky
The answer may be found if we try
Surrender to thee and never feel shy
All in earnestness without telling lie
The help may pour in from all sides
It may remain unknown if we really confide
Someone may reach to you in openness
But generally it is extended with frankness
It is inner conscious call
That prevents us from further call
As mother aptly proved
Even God is favorable moved
Holy among holy is selfless service
No one can assure and extend the promises
Yet it is noble soul that always keeps in mind
Where else on this God's earth such an opportunity we find
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Suffocation
The jolted anger that never bursts
The mind that is crippled by fears,
The agony in the form of tears,
The revenge that in the mind lingers.
In neglected spaces
The mind is dipped in tension,
Always depression, depression and depression!
Those unheard cries,
Of falsehood, entanglements, bondage and ties.
Where love is murdered,
And unity surrendered,
Where frankness is shattered,
And aims, ambitions and aspirations plastered.
In neglected spaces
Life becomes a knife,
Pain, melancholy and bitter tears to wipe,
Life is a marvellous pilgrimage,
It is a mirror and reflects your own image.
poem by Green Peace
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A Place In The Heart!
A Place In The Heart
to all the lovely friends..distance hills many decades
can never keep them apart..the feelings can never fade!
Hearts that do meet with real special meanings
Blossoms a friendship with no ordinary feelings
Bounded together with ties of honest frankness
A gentle strong hand reaches out with willingness
...Holds a special precious place in the depths of the heart
The volumes of sky, hills and seas can never keep them apart
A shoulder to lean on a feeling pleasant and so very dear
A confidence flowers and darkens that many deadly fear
Through the glowing happiness and the unwanted despair
That special friend brings light, to the darkest hour..a shining star!
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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A stop to smile
I couldn’t stop my smile
I had forgotten it for a while
I received so many jerks or jolts
It was proving difficult to hold
I had no desire to enter into scuffle
I couldn’t adjust or reshuffle
It was all running my career
All danger were coming from rear
Every dog has his prize
Human beings always surprise
How to put trust and go ahead?
Who can believe you to be lead?
I have nothing to hide
I can trust and easily confide
That has remained my only weakness
I am for trust and frankness
You may stab me from the back
I will stay and not pack
I will not cry but stay firm
I emphatically say it and confirm
It may be custom to deceive
I shall adhere to and receive
I will receive no other thoughts
It will be fine to sail in same boat
You may back out and sabotage
You may burn my small cottage
There won’t be left anything to manage
I have come to know and grown with age
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Only Closeness
It rains to everybody’s gain
That is creator's worry main
What else can we strive and aim?
Only closeness and frankness to Him?
We all pray for his grace
Then only smile may come on face
You may be prepared to win the race
As in each and every particle you may find the trace
We may be priceless creature
Should have been created for bright future
To carry on noble work unfinished
Where we can be sent to finish
Many may be living with blind faith
Unknown fear may be gripping them for death
Such fear can be allayed
Full message with love can be conveyed
What is not given to us as necessary?
We only feel discontented and weary
If we go for unlimited joy and happiness
It can be brought without strain on face
Who can say there is no life around?
Earth is lively with so many lives under ground
Many may have only few hours to live
Yet they look towards sky and believe
We may be over on second’s time
The life has to be realized mean time
It will be taken care off if left unfinished
Someone else may take over and get it finished
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Paradoxical Commandments
People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.
If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.
If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.
The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.
Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.
The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds.
Think big anyway.
People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.
Fight for a few underdogs anyway.
What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.
People really need help but may attack you if you do help them.
Help people anyway.
Give the world the best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth.
Give the world the best you have anyway.
poem by Kent M. Keith (1968)
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Why Oranges Are Beautiful
In total frankness,
I bear no particular fondness towards any of the fruits.
I'm sure there are nut-jobs who are obsessed by oranges (or indeed amazed by apples, captured by coconuts or plum-tuckered-out with enthusiasm for plums) .
Yet, they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
And, more than once, have I found myself with stinging beauty beholders after citrus juice squirted into them.
Therefore,
If oranges are beautiful,
And I have had their beauty in my beholders on more than one clumsy occasion,
Then surely if I behold hard enough I shall be favoured with their beauty?
They are (after all) a lovely colour,
And my favourite juice (above no other) .
Also, how very satisfying they are to peel.
And they do provide a taste of the exotic.
Under waxy peel (if I were to wax poetic) ,
I see delicate white veins tangle over sweet flesh,
Where baby seeds wait and rest.
And how easy the segments are to share.
I mean,
Perhaps if the Evil Queen, had poisoned an orange rather than an apple,
She would have got a lot more done that day.
You know,
If that's the way you (or your head) rolls.
poem by Grace Roberts
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Love and sex
“I am confused with love and sex”
I was argued straight on face
I had to answer with full logic
As human relation has its basic
It is nothing but one supplement to another
No one can lead it without either
One must understand the basic concept of nature
Life can be understood fully and made sure
We are basically wild animal but refined
With change of time very nicely defined
But basic instinct remain that of animal
We go wild and put the shows dismal
Not that we can not control and regulate
Not that we can not express or relate
But at certain time we are driven crazy
Very fast at acceptance and never a lazy
It spoils the relation at first
Some hurry may make it worst
The sexual desire may overcome frankness
The relation is soured and results in hardness
I would not mix love with lust
No one can deny it is not must
Whether it is through love or one sided
It has some reason behind and very much provided
So when I demand for it means little of importance
It may be often or once a while or at once
That gives little of satisfaction for some union
That can lead on to prove good companion
This is how some of the good relations are built
It has no bad intention to be called guilt
They are nicely understood and given go ahead
Life is to be made smooth with resolve to lead
I shall. not shroud it in thick cloud
To malign it often speak so loud
Love demands strict confidence and privacy
It may strengthen with more of its frequency
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Fragment
Nay, deem me not insensible, Cesario,
To female charms; nor think this heart of mine
Is cas'd in adamant; because, forsooth,
I cannot ogle, and hyperbolize,
And whisper tender nothings in the ear
Of ev'ry would-be beauty, holding out
The bright but treacherous flame of flattery,
To watch the she-moths of a drawing room
Sport round the beam, and burn their pretty wings,
Ere conscious of their danger: yet, believe me,
I love a maid whose untranscended form
Is yet less lovely than her spotless mind.
With modest frankness, unaffected genius,
Unchang'd good humour, beauty void of art,
And polish'd wit that seeks not to offend,
And winning smiles that seek not to betray,
She charms the sight, and fascinates the soul.
Where dwells this matchless nymph? alas, Cesario,
'Tis but a sickly creature of my fancy,
Unparallel'd in nature.
poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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