There is not a single extant study that supports all the arguments against men being with their children. It's absolute bollocks.
quote by Bob Geldof
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Justice ha what bollocks
Justice is bollocks.
Never existed for me.
In my case it dont exist.
The bastards should of payed
for what they did.
The law is a load of bull.
Justice what bollocks.
Mabey I can get my own justice.
And slice em up to salami.
Or mabey tourture em
Like they did to me.
Revenge can be so sweet.
Cos I dont belive in justice.
I shall dish out my own.
The bastards should of payed.
And now they will pay
Cos justice is bollocks.
Just pratts in a suit.
poem by Amy Kerswell
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XCVIII: Absolutely Relative
Expensive is absolute, cheap is relative
Far is absolute, near is relative
Ugly is absolute, beauty is relative
Weird is absolute, crazy is relative
Stubborn is absolute, brave is relative
Stupid is absolute, smart is relative
Weak is absolute, strong is relative
Old is absolute, mature is relative
Lose is absolute, win is relative
Rich is absolute, poor is relative
Sad is absolute, happy is relative
Misfortune is absolute, lucky is relative
Safe is absolute, fear is relative
Love is absolute, hate is relative
Important is absolute, forgotten is relative
Easy is absolute, difficult is relative
Wrong is absolute, right is relative
Bad is absolute, good is relative
Lie is absolute, truth is relative
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Enough Is Enough!
Everyone says that nowadays
Parents are pressurizing their child
They are forcing them to study and work harder than they can
And driving their children wild
Just when the child is taking a break
A parent comes in and says, “Go back and study”!
They make the child study and practice all day long
And won’t even let them go play with their buddy
I think all children need to have some freedom
And sometime to play and have fun
This way children and parents can be satisfied
And live happily under the sun
I was asked to submit a poem for related subject by a magazine.
poem by Risha Ahmed
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Does justice exist
Does justice exist
I dont belive so
Never has for me.
Men and women
In a nice posh siuit
Mabey htey think
That their the bees knees.
I dont belive it exits
The law looks after the offender.
This to me is absolute bollocks.
Idiots cant see what a danger it is
For evil bastards to roam the streets.
Bastards are free to attack.
And pounce
when they choose
I belive thats justice
Is crap
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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I must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy. My sons ought to study mathematics and philosophy, geography, natural history, naval architecture, navigation, commerce, and agriculture, in order to give their children a right to study painting, poetry, music, architecture, statuary, tapestry, and porcelain.
quote by John Adams
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Single Is Fair
Single
I am single
Question of double
Does not arise.
I am single
Only single.
Single sun
Single moon
Single earth
Single air
Single sky
Sngle water
Single fire
Single soul
Single body
All are there
All are fair.
Single is single
Single is beautiful
Single is fair.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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See The Children
(la la la la la la la...)
I stopped the car
The other day
I had to ask a little
Girl the way
I thought she'd show me
Better if she got inside
And once inside
I thought i'd taker her
For a little ride...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
I'm a supermarket santa
Underneath the christmas tree
The little one all like to
Come and sit upon my knee
I have to hold them tightly
'cause they fall to the floor
A little concern ain't
Against the law...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time
See the children
(something something something??) all the time
I pass by the infant school
Every single day
I push sweeties through the fence
But the kids just run way
I only want to talk with them
And join in their fun
But all the little children do
Is run run run run run run run run...
(la la la la la la, la la la la la la..etc..)
See the children
Feel the children all the time..
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time........
song performed by by Cure
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10-10=0
If we could combine
the perfectly good and the perfectly evil,
we would obtain the imperfection.
If we could take
a piece of paradise
and a piece of hell
and we could gather them in us,
our souls would become less beautiful.
Because the truth of inside would swallow
the lie of inside and, indeed,
the absolute truth would be relative.
And if our love could swallow
our hatred,
than we would love less.
If me and you together,
we could form an amphora,
by trying to find the absolute truths
in a new and perfect love for Him,
we would need all our faith
to remove
all the lies and all our hatred from us.
If our lie and our hatred
could become two trenchant
weapons
and if we could choose Lucifer for hitting
our relative truths,
in terms of mathematics,
than they would fall, by becoming
downright uncertainties.
The wounded love would disappear in us
and we would turn into salt stones,
as Lot's wife, by seeing Sodom burning..
And if the truth of us
could rather be equal to the lie, inside,
as love and hate
could be equal,
we would become
absolutely nil,
by dying slowly and and by melting ourselves
in nothingness..
So, the reason for saving every second of us,
by looking for purity,
while the absolute truth and the absolute lie
are in no touching,
is that their arguments are always perfect....
poem by Marieta Maglas
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In passing, we should note this curious mark of our own age: the only absolute allowed is the absolute insistence that there is no absolute.
quote by Francis Schaeffer
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What language are you talking in now? It appears to be bollocks.
quote by Richard Wilson
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You finish a movie and you think, there, you've done it, really well, or best you can. But if you watch it, you see it was just bollocks.
quote by Richard Grant
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Donkey is a beauty
You said that the donkey
Is an object of beauty.
The whole establishment
Might be against that view.
The whole beauticians
Might rise against you with rage.
You might not be adept
In valid arguments.
Yet you are right in your view
With a right to hold your view.
Atheists are as much right
As theists are in their views.
They propagate their views
For supports and applauses.
Donkeys have takers.
Horses have takers.
Neither is superior.
16.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Absolution
I would swim across oceans
Just to talk with you
I would climb a tall mountain
Just to look at you
Id give my soul to the devil
If you asked me to
I would walk out of heaven
Just to be with you
This is absolute
This is absolution
I will be your disciple
And Ill worship you
Burn the prophets of reason
Light the sky for you
Kill the children of eden
If you want me to
Close the dead eyes of god
If they offended you
This is absolute
This is absolution
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Suicide note
I'm sorry but I have to go now.
I refuse to live a life of bollocks.
I aint gonna live in pain.
Bollocks to those who think I should live.
I was born to be used.
I was born to be a tourtured soul.
I was born to be abused and attacked.
I was born for others pleasure.
I didn't dare to speak.
Only told three times.
Didn't ever dare to grass.
They said they get me otherwise.
Pressure has built over the years.
Eating away at me.
Not letting me be free.
Not giving me an escape route.
Always locking me in a prison.
I was a prisoner of my shadow.
I was a prisoner of many things.
But now I've escaped from life.
I'm no longer a prisoner of life.
I'm at some sort of peace.
Bastards used me for thier twisted ways.
They cant do it now though.
Now I'm dead and cold in my grave.
Still not understanding why.
Why people can be so cruel.
None of that matters now though Im gone.
Im free.
Free from my pain.
And free from life
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The humorous man recognizes that absolute purity, absolute justice, absolute logic and perfection are beyond human achievement and that men have been able to live happily for thousands of years in a state of genial frailty.
quote by Brooks Atkinson
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Abandonment
Too old to walk, a lion dies
Of starvation with no supports.
Too old to move, a man might die
Abandoned by his children too.
02.10.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Living as single
Endowed with the flow of money,
Woman might think of living alone
With no need of a man's supports.
It looks fancy to live single.
Her preference for money comes
As unilaterally can
She deal with money
With no compromises called for.
In a company with a man,
Bilaterally she has to
Deal with him, cutting the freedom
That she is enjoying as single.
She can't dispense with men outdoor
In profession and relations.
To be living single indoor
And not outdoor is a duel act.
She gets a personality
That impacts her integrity,
And questions her capacity
To deal with men in a circuit.
Sans emotional attachment,
Physical attachment with men
Will leave a woman high and dry
When she has lost her stickiness.
18.07.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Single Day
Not a single day goes by..........
Where she is not in his thoughts
Not a single day goes by..........
Where his heart does not feel
Not a single day goes by..........
Where he does not want to reach out
Not a single day goes by..........
Where he dreams of his love for her
Not a single day goes by..........
Where he does not dream of kissing her
Not a single day goes by..........
Where he does not dream of holding her
Not a single day goes by..........
Where he does not ask. Why?
Not a single day goes by..........
Where she is not his first thought on waking.
Not a single day goes by..........
Where she is not his last thought before sleeping.
Not a single day goes by..........
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poem by Robert Green
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The mother and the artist
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of wonderfully emollient freshness; every
unfurling instant of impregnably magnificent existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of spellbindingly undefeated innocence; every
unfurling instant of symbiotically pristine existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of timelessly unconquerable truth; every unfurling
instant of bounteously magnanimous existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of unfathomably unfettered creativity; every
unfurling instant of timelessly burgeoning existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of royally triumphant resplendence; every
unfurling instant of unconquerably majestic existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of eternally exhilarating vivaciousness; every
unfurling instant of redolently insuperable existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of unbelievably ameliorating optimism; every
unfurling instant of marvelously benign existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of brilliantly liberated camaraderie; every
unfurling instant of iridescently inscrutable existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of unshakably virgin righteousness; every
unfurling instant of beautifully untainted existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of uninhibitedly heavenly frolic; every unfurling
instant of tantalizingly sensuous existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of compassionately humanitarian friendship; every
unfurling instant of magically mitigating existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of miraculously everlasting freshness; every
unfurling instant of invincibly coalescing existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of pricelessly ubiquitous oneness; every unfurling
instant of robustly blessed existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of unbreakably Omnipotent desire; every unfurling
instant of victoriously effulgent existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of unceasingly reinvigorating fantasy; every
unfurling minute of poignantly charismatic existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of insurmountably intrepid enchantment; every
unfurling minute of rhapsodically unhindered existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of Omnisciently tranquil serenity; every unfurling
instant of endlessly bestowing existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of perpetually fragrant breath; every unfurling
instant of Omnipresently benevolent existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of Immortally ardent love; every unfurling instant
of limitlessly fructifying existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of fantastically alleviating poetry; every
unfurling instant of boundlessly splendid existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of fabulously effervescent tanginess; every
unfurling instant of spiritually uplifting existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of unlimitedly enlightening Sunshine; every
unfurling instant of infallibly luminescent existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of immaculately godly melody; every unfurling
instant of amiably melanging existence,
Because. And Only Because. A Mother is; has and shall for times immemorial
remain the Greatest Sculptor of every organism on this astoundingly
multiplying Universe; A Mother is the Greatest Artist….
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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There are two methods for the literary study of any book - the first being the study of its thought and emotion; the second only that of its workmanship. A student of literature should study some of the Bible from both points of view.
quote by Lafcadio Hearn
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