In real life, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. Hares have no time to read. They are too busy winning the game.
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It is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. hares have no time to read.
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Slow and steady wins the race.
Aesop in The Hare and the Tortoise
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Watch The Race
Watch the race
Here is the hare
And the tortoise
It is funny for the hare
And a serious game
For tortoise.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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In real life, of course, it is the hare that wins. Every time. Look around you.
quote by Anita Brookner
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Emotions Walk
Sorrow took the bus
to town and met
Happy at the square
but Happy was too busy
so Sorrow went on
vacation with Solitude
who though a bit crazy
was quite a listener, dude
Sorrow decided to change
his name and so became
Relieved, Relieved ran
a marathon with Happy
hare, and Sorrow the
tortoise like snail, Relieved
was not in the perpetual
competition between the
Tortoise and the Hare
and reflected the scenery
better to the spectators there
poem by Ludvig Von Himmelstein
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Beautiful Mind
Dwelling in the crown
creating illusions through imagination
raising hopes and expectations
causing perplexity and confusion
an illusion as real as the truth
and the truth subject to perception
good and evil both vie for the supremacy
like the tortoise and the hare respectively
thoughts and actions playing in their hands
abetting the fight sometimes
clouding the sunshine
but not always.
Righteous
ultimately seeking the right path slowly
casting away the seven sins
the mind wins
like the tortoise.
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poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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This is mainly because I spend a lot of time writing and so don't have much time to read; I hate to waste that time reading what may turn out to be junk food for the mind, when there's so much real writing to be read.
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Alankar(Decor) -69
Their Race Yet Not Over(Kyrielle Poem)
a narrative, it tells a story.
stanzaic, in quatrains.
syllabic, each line is 8 syllables. in iambic tetrameter.
written with a refrain in the 4th line of the quatrain.
rhyme scheme may vary. Quatrain options abaB, cbcB, dbdB
Their race yet not over with that
Else way tortoise as thought to race
To run, to swim in halves, to work-
Agreed the hare willing to race
Starting speeded with hare on land
Plodding slowed with tortoise to race
To help the river came on hand
Swam fast tortoise won first the race
Knowing not to swim the hare lost
Foolish was his challenge to race
Judging oneself the best way last
Is the way best to win the race
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Separate From Me
“Separate from me, ” said Abraham to Lot,
“our people cannot coexist with one another.”
Lot chose to live in Sodom, where it’s very hot,
and said to Abraham: “It really doesn’t bother
me that all the people there are dreadful sinners.”
Its nightlife influenced him to be the city’s chooser.
Some people do not have a knack for picking winners,
but do not pity Lot. Although he was a loser
who nearly fried to death and lay with both his daughters,
he ended up the ancestor of Israel’s kings,
when Ruth the Moabite caught up with Boaz, tortoise
that breaks its safety shell and flies with wifely wings.
This is a story that we learn in Aesop’s fables,
relating how the tortoise overtook the hare;
Boaz was a hare who didn’t care for labels,
thought anti-Ruth discrimination wasn’t fair.
In ancient Athens ostracism was ten-yearly,
a ritual that allowed return, recalling Lot’s
descendant who returned to Abraham sincerely,
by tying nuptial knots while cutting Gordian knots.
3/14/06
poem by Gershon Hepner
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She wins this time
She takes my mother-in-law
She knows what weakens her
And she wrecks
What used to be smooth
She plants the wrinkles
Of this legal relationship,
Then she will be taking
My wife
And there will be pain
Inflicted somewhere
Somebody gets hit so badly
She does it
She sees to it that it will be me
But no one knows it is her wrecking
Every dream I have, every plan I set
Every posturing
She wins, I give her a win
This time and tomorrow she still wins
She takes everything from me
But I have no worry at all
She is instrumental to my perfect plan
On the day that I enter this house
And mingle with her
My only plan is to be out of the door
To walk out from this floor
I could have jumped out of the window
Or break open some walls
Or take the ceiling to the roof
Where I can breathe
Where I can be out from here
And be gone with some drifting clouds
With her it was so unnecessary
She does it for me
She does it all for me
And with the thinking that she is winning this game
And this time, sorry to tell her,
This time I win.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Strength and weakness
One’s strength is in one’s weakness.
One’s weakness is in one’s strength.
Overconfidence loses to cautiousness.
The tortoise wins the hare in the race.
15.10.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Tortosise and the Hare: The true story
So you think tortoise
won the race,
not so.
Today the last
of Hare's descendants
passed on.
Oh his death
bed from his
lips came this,
my great, great
so many grandfather
was bribed,
to throw the race,
to the Tortoise
by the way of carrots,
his greatest weakness
you didn't really think
the Tortoise could have
won do you. Then he passed on.
wrote 4-14-07
God
(ian hunter)
God said to me "gonna kick your ass - 'cos all you do is ask ask ask
All that energy looking for me when i'm sitting here inside you - plain to see
How i built you cell for cell gave you sights to see - gave you tales to tell
Even let you help yourself for a while - to take some weight off this busy child"
I said to god "i found you out - i know what this world is all about!"
God said "stop - don't scramble your brain - my opponent's been messing you around again
See him and me are enemies and we play little games for galaxies
And he's inside you - 'n i am too - so here we are - just the three of you"
"oh we made mistakes - too many cards - but making human beings can be hard
A god gets tired of playing so much chess - he wishes his god would get him out of his mess"
I said to god "what's it like to die" he said "it's as plain as the sea and sky
Conception was him and me and you - when your batteries fade we all just move on"
I said to god "who's winning this game - is the devil in front" he said "is that his name
You know i've been so busy i never asked - i never looked up from this awesome task"
I said to god "what's good 'n bad" he said "it's just something you've got to have
It don't mean nothing to us up here - but your primitive people - you gotta have fear"
I said to god "do i think for myself" he said i told you once you just help yourself
Don't forget you're composed of three, your thinking comes from him and me"
I said to god "how big are you, is there a religion - is it true
How big's the universe - is time - the same for you as my life is to mine"
God said "if all the things that made worlds float - were all to part - then you would note
The size of him and the size of me - and that's how big we both shall be"
He said "the universe is small - just like some fortune-teller's ball
And we both sit down - and we play the game - when somebody wins it all starts again"
"there's no religion - you did that - it helps to keep your little leaders fat
Like faith 'n superstition stay - to help you pass the time away
But when you talk of time and life - it makes me think of circles, heights
Expansion is the clue - your dreams - are nearer than you've ever been"
"you see my little toy to think - is from two bowls of wine to drink
Don't take too much or you may drown - behave yourself - see you around...
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Things to do
A book to read,
a poem to write,
a chapter to learn,
homework to do,
a book to finish writing,
what is it to be busy?
Is it that you have a lot to do?
You can always cancel or take your time.
Why haste then?
Why not take interest in life?
Do not waste your life,
you'll have time to finish your to do list.
poem by Anne Unknown
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The first requirement of politics is not intellect or stamina but patience. Politics is a very long run game and the tortoise will usually beat the hare.
quote by John Major
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God (Take 1)
(ian hunter)
God said to me "gonna kick your ass - cos all you do is ask ask ask
All that energy looking for me when Im sitting here inside you - plain to see
How I built you cell for cell gave you sights to see - gave you tales to tell
Even let you help yourself for a while - to take some weight off this busy child"
I said to God "i found you out - I know what this world is all about!"
God said "stop - dont scramble your brain - my opponents been messing you around again
See him and me are enemies and we play little games for galaxies
And hes inside you - n I am too - so here we are - just the three of you"
"oh we made mistakes - too many cards - but making human beings can be hard
A God gets tired of playing so much chess - he wishes his God would get him out of his mess"
I said to God "whats it like to die" he said "its as plain as the sea and sky
Conception was him and me and you - when your batteries fade we all just move on"
I said to God "whos winning this game - is the devil in front" he said "is that his name
You know Ive been so busy I never asked - I never looked up from this awesome task"
I said to God "whats good n bad" he said "its just something youve got to have
It dont mean nothing to us up here - but your primitive people - you gotta have fear"
I said to God "do I think for myself" he said I told you once you just help yourself
Dont forget youre composed of three, your thinking comes from him and me"
I said to God "how big are you, is there a religion - is it true
How bigs the universe - is time - the same for you as my life is to mine"
God said "if all the things that made worlds float - were all to part - then you would note
The size of him and the size of me - and thats how big we both shall be"
He said "the universe is small - just like some fortune-tellers ball
And we both sit down - and we play the game - when somebody wins it all starts again"
"theres no religion - you did that - it helps to keep your little leaders fat
Like faith n superstition stay - to help you pass the time away
But when you talk of time and life - it makes me think of circles, heights
Expansion is the clue - your dreams - are nearer than youve ever been"
"you see my little toy to think - is from two bowls of wine to drink
Dont take too much or you may drown - behave yourself - see you around...
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Nobody Wins
THEY MUST HAVE LOVED EACH OTHER ONCE
BUT THAT WAS MANY YEARS AGO
AND BY THE TIME I CAME ALONG
THINGS WERE ALREADY GOING WRONG
I FELT THE PAIN IN THEIR PRETENCE
THE SIDE THEY TRIED HARD NOT TO SHOW
BUT THROUGH THE SIMPLE EYES OF YOUTH
IT WASN┬┤T HARD TO SEE THE TRUTH
AND IN THE END NOBODY WINS
WHEN LOVE BEGINS TO FALL APART
AND IT┬┤S THE INNOCENT WHO PAY
WHEN BROKEN DREAMS GET IN THE WAY
THE GAME BEGINS
THE GAME NOBODY WINS
THEY MUST HAVE LOVED EACH OTHER ONCE
BEFORE THE MAGIC SLIPPED AWAY
AND AS THEIR LIFE BECAME A LIE
WHAT LOVE REMAINED BEGAN TO DIE
I USED TO HIDE BENEATH THE SHEETS
I PRAYED THAT TIME WOULD FIND A WAY
BUT WITH THE PASSING OF THE YEARS
I WATCHED AS LAUGHTER TURNED TO TEARS
AND IN THE END NOBODY WINS...
WE USED TO LOVE EACH OTHER ONCE
WITHALL THE PASSION WE POSSESSED
BUT PEOPLE CHANGE AS TIME GOES BY
SOME FEELINGS GROW WHILE OTHERS DIE
BUT IF WE LEARN FROM WHAT WE SEE
AND FACE THE TRUTH WHILE WE STILL CAN
THEN THOUGH THE PASSION MAY BE GONE
SOME KIND OF LOVE CAN STILL LIVE ON
song performed by by Elton John
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29th February 2012
They all lost faith in the game,
And the hope of winning the game was over!
But, i never gave up;
And i kept on pushing harder towards the goal post;
For in this life,
Nothing is impossible and, impossible is nothing! !
Forward ever!
Without looking at the right side or the left side;
So, i moved forward and kicked the ball into the net!
Then, i scored the goal to win the match.
Yes, we won the game and the Cup was given to me because,
I was the captain of the team.
It was 29th February 2012,
And we won the game at the very lasrt minute to end the game!
Yes, the very time that everybody lost hope in the game;
But i never gave up my hope and, i scored the winning goal! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Small Time
small time, you call it small time
writing
is small time, there is no money
in writing, like a
politician, look at him, he does not
write, someone writes for him
and he gets the prize
the money
the pot
the jackpot
and look at you
you keep on writing
and writing
and writing
oh la la
poems, fit for a woman
her limited mind
her gullibility
her passion for words and words and words
her imagination
and look at you
poor man, poor, poor, poor
what you give
to this world, what are you giving to this world
it is not even a flower
just a poem for her, and you claim that you are winning her heart?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Chances Of Winning
life is like a game, you lost and you win
losing is winning where it fall and
winning is losing where it stand
all the day through, you gain, but nothing
has been done
what makes it defferent, when everything
is nothing and what makes it something
when everthing is nothing
life is just, but a game to play... make the
best for it, for you win for something, that
will make you something out of nothing
many years have gone, yet! it seems
that those are just a dream, a dream that
i stand for none and end with gone
i now live for something, that the only chances
I'll make, will leads me to do something
the best of the game, i have to stand for my
chances of winning is something out of nothing
winning is a matter of chances of nothing.....
just do it... right
poem by Antonio Liao
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