The satirical direction I have chosen is an indication of my disappointment in man, which is the opposite way of saying that I have high expectations for the human race.
quote by Jack Levine
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Chosen People
Chosen People
because God needs
a fine example to
show to the human race
righteousness translates
into his blessings
and thieveries, his retributions
and above all, that he is
full of love and compassion
for what he has created
but no nonsense when it comes
to polishing them up for
a place in the heavens
Chosen too are those
given only the opportunity
to watch, read or experience first hand
God's save the human race dramas
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Opponent Chosen
It has to come as a disappointment,
To carefully pick an opponent...
Who is perceived to be unaware of it.
But proves more than worthy,
For any challenge presented.
To then expose capabilities unknown.
And...
Without hesitation,
The opponent chosen...
Reveals with acknowledgement,
Of having a desire to be the one picked.
This has to come as a disappointment?
'For who?
The opponent chosen,
Who sat and waited patiently?
Or the one believing the task to be easy? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I try not to have high expectations of people because it just sets you up for disappointment, but it's great to work with actors who are that talented and accomplished.
quote by Famke Janssen
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Too Many Waves
They weren't friends by any means,
but they waved just the same.
They were going in opposite directions
from where they had just came.
Countless more waves followed,
but no one had anything to say.
I suppose that is the way things are
when you go in the opposite way.
When you cut a wave by direction
the cut heals without delay.
There are just too many waves to count,
when you sail the opposite way.
poem by Tex T Sarnie
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The Expense Of Being Selective
It's not that I am negative.
It just seems too exhausting,
To have high expectations...
When those choices are diminished,
Within one's environment.
And the expense of being selective...
Is difficult if one is on a fixed income.
And so tiresome it becomes,
To have meaningless conversations...
With those who have chosen,
To stay mentally limited.
And threatened they are by anyone,
Who possesses a thought process.
It's not that I am negative.
It just seems too exhausting,
To have high expectations...
When those choices are diminished,
Within one's environment.
And a stretching of an imagination,
A painful undertaking whenever it is done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beauty-Eyed
We are trapped
Beauty Eyed
in beholder's
gaze,
expectations flush
iron icons
bind us;
Do not move
or blink;
a tiny shift
and beholder's view
is at once awry;
now disappointment,
because aspect new
has changed the view;
in a strobe shot
we are all caught
in expectations light,
flicker or blink
as we must
and we ruin
beholder's dream,
and pay double price
at the bar
where Bitter Drought
drinks.
What nostrums
and remedies,
what drunk variations
from Expectations Cup
dash Hope to fiery Death
unnoticed:
Expectations yours
but unmatched by mine:
signal we two then choke
most times
in the In-Between.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The older you get, the more you realize you're drifting toward a direction, and sometimes your significant other drifts into an opposite direction. You can't blame anybody for it.
Kremlin Dusk
All along I was searching for my Lenore,
And the words of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe.
Now I'm sober and nevermore
Will the raven come to bother me at home?
Calling you, calling you home
You-u, calling you, calling you home...
By the door you said you had to go.
Couldn't help me any-any more.
This I saw coming long before,
So I kept on staring out the window.
Calling you, calling you home
You-u, calling you, calling you home...
I am a natural entertainer.
Aren't we all holding pieces of dying ember?
I'm just trying to remember who I can call
Who can I call?
Ohhh! Calling you, calling you
I promise secret propaganda.
Aren't we all hiding pieces of broken anger.
I'm just trying to remember who I can call
That I - I - I can...
Born in a war of opposite attracion,
It isn't, or is it a natural conception.
Torn by the arms in the opposite direction,
So is it, or is it a modernist reaction.
Born in a war of opposite attracion,
It isn't, or is it a natural conception.
Torn by the arms in the opposite direction,
So is it, or is it a modernist reaction.
(in background:)
Born in a war of opposite attraction,
It isn't, or is it a natural conception.
Torn by the arms in the opposite direction,
So is it, or is it a modernist reaction...
Is it like this? Is it always the same?
When a heartache begins, is it like this?
Do you like this? Where you always the same?
Will you come back again? Do you like this?
Is it always the same,
And will you come back again?
Do you like this?
Oh, do you like this?
Is it like this? Is it always the same?
If you change the fine lines, would you tell me?
Is it like this? Is it always the same?
When a heartache begins, is it like this?
If you like this, will you remember my name?
Will you play it again, if you like this?
song performed by by Utada Hikaru
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You have the highest of human trusts committed to your care. Providence has showered on this favored land blessings without number, and has chosen you as the guardians of freedom, to preserve it for the benefit of the human race.
quote by J. Reuben Clark
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Sitting Too High on Horse
Of course,
I will keep my expectations and aspirations high.
And I hope my ambitions to outdo myself,
Will not be interpreted by others...
As one who seems to carry,
Their aspirations on their shoulders.
Or expectations sitting too high on that horse.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I admire the human race
i admire the human race
though god is way beyond
comprehension
beyond their time, intelligence
yet they persevere
to find him, get close to him
i admire the human race
though god is such a
hard subject to swallow
yet they persevere
trying all means to get close to him
some inspired, some misled,
some fall, some brush him aside
yet the whole human race
never gives him up
i admire the human race
who could hang on to something
they could never even see
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Highway To Nowhere
There are coloured wavy lines
in that space I call my mind.
They look like swimming snakes
searching for something to find.
They are going in one direction,
fluorescent and shining bright,
but like goldfish in a bowl
no destination is in sight.
Perhaps they are an indication,
of what is yet to come.
A direction of which to take
in a darkness without sun.
An escape from the gloom,
from the bleak, and despair,
or maybe it’s simply showing
life’s a highway to nowhere.
poem by Orlando Belo
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The Bar Has Been Raised Much Too High
There is a standard set,
In the best of an idealistic premise...
To keep as a measure,
That checks one's advancement.
But expectations lowered,
Will eventually affect...
Those once kept high standards.
Slipping to catch the absence of discipline.
And with a mediocrity achieved...
To come alter the notion of ambition,
A proclamation introduce will claim...
The bar has been raised much too high.
Especially for those...
Seeking their need for attention,
And remedial assistance.
With no guarantee for achievement.
'The bar...
It has been raised again,
And much too high!
It must be lowered.
It must be lowered.
Please follow intructions to lower,
Expectations.'
'The bar...
It has been raised again,
And much too high!
It must be lowered.
It must be lowered.
Please follow intructions to lower,
Expectations.'
This is declared from a robotic voice,
Programmed to monitor classroon activities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Other people may not have had high expectations for me... but I had high expectations for myself.
quote by Shannon Miller
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Other people may not have high expectations of me, But I have high expectations for myself.
quote by Shannon Miller
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The note of hope is the only note that can help us or save us from falling to the bottom of the heap of evolution, because, largely, about all a human being is, anyway, is just a hoping machine, a working machine, and any song that says, the pleasures I have seen in all of my trouble, are the things I never can get — don't worry — the human race will sing this way as long as there is a human to race. The human race is a pretty old place.
quote by Woody Guthrie
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Man's Inhumanity To Man
All people, places and events share a Karmic connection,
And no deed is left untethered to this inter-relation
Of consequence, -for every action, there is an equal, but opposite, reaction!
A wave in one direction is an ebb in the opposite direction;
So too, for a depraved indifference to humanity-
Somehow, you shall be repayed for this insanity,
Whether it happens in this life or the next
Is not known; Though, I admit, I am perplexed
That it has not happened as of yet-
Why do I still await the time when I may forget
The past and allow my fragile heart to finally heal?
I suppose, only when you may no longer steal
My 'todays' and sully my 'tomorrows'-
When you are no longer responsible for my sorrows!
-Maurice Harris,27 July 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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Lio
Lio they say you havent made it
Until you got that favor
I cant help it hurts me
The pen cuts like a razor
Too bad if they kick you in the face
They draw blood you can put in your pen
And you write again
Oh what a disappointment, lio
I thought that you would go the distance, my-o
Anticipation was a little, high-o
You were low, low, low, low, lio
Symbols spread across the pages
I play electric wires
Ive got rhythms in my head
And irons in the fires
It dont hurt the process
But they did leave a scar on the face of the fighter
Wholl fight again
Oh what a disappointment, lio
I thought that you would go the distance, my-o
Anticipation was a little high-o
You were low, low, low, low, lio
My world, which lives inside of my head
No where else but my head
And Im the one who puts the limitations on it
They said you belong in this line over here
No thanks, Im not that weak
And the music will speak again
Oh what a disappointment, lio
I thought that you would go the distance, my-o
Anticipation was a little high-o
You were low, low, low, low, lio
You were low, low, low, low, lio
You were low, low, low, low
Humans walking around in cages
We build with our own hands
Looking for the turning point
That waits outside
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Disappointed
Reality is what you want to see
It shouldnt make a difference to me
I put my trust in what you had to say
It didnt make a difference anyway
I know youve tried your very best
And Im so glad
Thank you so much
Disappointment is what youve made this
Expectations overrated
Disappointment is what youve made this
My ambition is so deflated
Reality is different for me
My eyes are opened wide enough to see
Ive listened to your explinations why
The more you fail, the harder that I try
A case of mistaken opportunity
I guess I really got it wrong
Identity is insignificant
Or is it everything?
song performed by by Face To Face
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Martian Sestina
I wanted to find my own get away,
My vacation somewhere far from the world.
I could imaging twinkling lights like stars,
So bright and blinding my disappointment,
Separating me from my thoughts, myself,
And my neurotic, despondent feelings.
In my gut, I have uneasy feelings—
Stirring and churning. They won't go away.
I'm trapped in my chair. I'm trapped in myself.
I'm trapped underneath the weight of this world.
I need to clear all the disappointment-
I'll tilt my head and look to the stars.
Out of my window, the lights are stars,
A celestial glimmer—I'm feeling
The gravity of my disappointment
Pulling me down and dragging me away.
I'm crushing from the pressures of the world.
I'm pressed so flat that I'm barely myself.
Yet, I hover so high above myself,
Dangling in the sky beside all the stars.
I think I've been a tourist of this world.
I've had this suspicion, this weird feeling
That I used to belong so far away,
So far from this constant disappointment.
I'm disappointed by disappointment,
The way I can't be happy for myself.
I believe better things are far away—
They wait for me to wish upon their star.
It's a sad, worrisome sort of feeling,
But I can't help my distance from the world.
It seems to me that I'm lost in the world,
Lost in the shroud of my disappointment.
In my daze, I am numbed to all feeling.
I don't know anything about myself
Except the escapist pings that the stars
Suggest. I'm not home. I've been far away.
I'm feeling so alone, far from my world.
Can I get away from disappointment
Wondering about myself and the stars?
poem by Tim Stensloff
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