I asked each one of them to make out with me and their reactions varied from excitable to horrified.
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Change
The other day I walked accross the street
i couldnt believe what I appeared to see...
as I looked at a poor boy who came to me
I asked him his name and he didnt know
he just asked me for change.
I asked where is your mum?
he just asked me for change
I asked where is your dad?
he just asked me for change
I asked will someone come?
he just asked me for change
I asked why are you sad?
with no response to my question there was a pause...
but then once again he asked me for change
see, as i watched him dissapear with his pain
I realised that he actualy asked me...
for a change.
poem by Daniel McCann
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Poetic Instuition
Poetry is an innate expression,
a candid personal passion.
Poetry is an intrinsic inspiration,
literally excites a stimulastion.
Poetry lit up condition
of sentimental emotion.
Poetry enthuses varied notions
that raise dramatic explanations.
Poetry magnifies innate imaginations
and stimulates artistic reactions.
Indeed, poetry is all in one intuition,
a picturesque creation of human interactions!
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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One for Ramana
The thunder asked
what is lightning?
The root asked
why is a flower?
The pupil asked
who is the teacher?
The space asked
where is everyone?
The circle asked
when is the end?
The stillness asked
whence word?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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~ Varied Intimacy ~
Multifarious divine intimacy
Varied shades of love
Born from deeper commitment
Ever growing in loving abidance
Spiritual dimensions of intimacy
Varied degrees of value
Transcending encompassing passion
Permeates being, deep within
Maturing love in intimacy
Varied keys of glory
Cascades, by covenant promise
Desire, drawn by attraction
Passion, the essence of intimacy
Varied vastness of manifold love
Fervent desire to draw closer
Blessed consummation of Spirit, Body and Soul
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1 Corinthians 13v13
And now abide faith, hope and love, these three,
but the greatest of these is love!
poem by Denise Bekker
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Temperament
Some people are easy going
and some are so uptight.
Both types are completely different
just like day and night.
It's fun to be around the ones
that take life as it comes.
They're comfortable to be with.
They're like a tune that hums
a song of sweet contentment.
They're at peace in every way,
never flying off the handle
at something you might say.
Let's think about the others
and try to understand
why they're so excitable
and get so out of hand.
They're like a ticking time bomb
waiting to explode.
They make you feel so nervous.
It's time to hit the road.
Give them time to cool right down
and quiet down a bit.
Slowly inch yourself back in.
Let their temper quit.
Sometimes it makes me wonder
if anyone can change
the way their personality
makes them act so strange?
They say it takes all kinds
to make the world go 'round.
I try my best to get along.
It's best for me, I've found.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Experience Is God
I asked, ‘What comes with birth? '
Born and see, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is said to be education? '
Study and see God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is knowledge? '
Know and see God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is kindness? '
Be kind and shower, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is love? '
Share with others, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What pleasure do you get from wife? '
Marry and experience, God ordered!
I asked, ‘Who is child to you? '
Get a child for you, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is old age? '
Become old and observe God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is poverty? '
Toil and see God ordered!
I asked, ‘What happens after death? '
Die and see God ordered!
If anyone wants to know what is life,
And he has to experience and know,
Then why are you, GOD?
GOD said, ‘O' poor man,
The experience itself is ME!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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I like kind of varied songs, not just the same song all the time. And I thought things like ""Too Sentimental"" is a different thing for us, but it works and we love the way they all came out. There's definitely varied songs on there.
quote by Graham Russell
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What’s on your mind?
You slowly take away my rights
Like a slow poison
Hoping I will not give a fight
I can see without a light
Even in the black darkness of the night
What’s on your mind?
My dear
You ponder thoughtfully away
Almost every single day
How to get rid of me in your play
Trying to frustrate me
Sadly you underrate me
Attempting absurdly to captivate me
With your charming sweet lies
But your deception shows in your eyes
What’s on your mind?
I ask you
You look as though, full of fear
Perhaps you are horrified
At your own wicked ideas
Scenarios playing out inwards
Common attributes of a coward
What’s on your mind?
I say to you
Your face looks already troubled
Before you undertake your actions
Pretending you are worried
About my possible reactions
What’s on your mind?
I have no fear
I am ready and steady to prepare
For the battle of minds
This battle will be one of a kind
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The conscious mind determines the actions, the unconscious mind determines the reactions; and the reactions are just as important as the actions.
quote by E. Stanley Jones
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I Told Myself
I told myself
You do love me
Is it really true?
She asked me
I told myself
You care for me
Are you really sure?
She asked me
I told myself
You do miss me
As often as you?
She asked me
I told myself
You need me too
Are you guessing?
She asked me
I told myself
You never tell me
Why on Earth?
She asked me
I told myself
You hide a lot…
Is that friendship?
She asked me
I told myself
You think too much
Does he not feel?
She asked me
Tell me, my love
What shall I say?
To all those queries
That she asked me...
How should I answer?
What should I ponder?
Tell me the truth
For she still asks me...
You For Me
And Me For You
Is it the Future?
One last Question
She did ask me.
I don’t have the answers
Yet she keeps asking me…
May be, she knows,
One day, one moment
You’ll let her know
How you feel for me...
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Analysis does not set out to make pathological reactions impossible, but to give the patient's ego freedom to decide one way or another.
quote by Sigmund Freud
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Why Cant We Make It Through
Why cant we make it through after all these years with no more problems no
More problems I used to love ya before ya started cheatin on cheatin me so then
I asked my self why cant we make it through after all these years with no more
Problems no more problems and then I asked ya why did ya call beth u said u ate
Her out and then she gave you aids and then u humped me and then I asked ya why
Did ya mess wit mary j. blige u said why cant me make it through after all
These years with no more problems no more problems repeat chorus out
song performed by by Faith Evans
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Stick It Out
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Trust to your insticts
If its safely restrained
Lightning reactions
Must be carefully trained
Heat of the moment
Curse of the young
Spit out your anger
Dont swallow your tongue
Stick it out
Dont swallow the poison
Spit it out
Dont swallow your pride
Stick it out
Dont swallow your anger
Spit it out
Dont swallow the lies
Natural reflex
Pendulum swing
You might be too dizzy
To do the right thing
Trial under fire
Ultimate proof
Moment of crisis
Dont swallow the truth
Stick it out
Each time we bathe our reactions
In artificial light
Each time we alter the focus
To make the wrong moves seem right
You get so used to deception
You make yourself a nervous wreck
You get so used to surrender
Running back to cover your neck
Stick it out
song performed by by Rush
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Allah's Body's Brain and Heart
Inside Allah's body's brain
Sub-atomic reactions take place
Endlessly
Inside Allah's body's heart
Nuclear reactions take place
Endlessly
poem by Asif Andalib
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This And That
I ASKED FOR BREAD!
A STONE THEY GAVE ME!
I ASKED FOR WATER!
A CUP OF VENOM THEY GAVE ME!
I ASKED FOR MEAT!
LO! VEGETABLES THEY GAVE ME!
I ASKED FOR CLOTHES!
AND THEY GAVE ME RAGS!
I ASKED FOR WEALTH!
AND THEY GAVE ME POVERTY!
I ASKED FOR PEACE!
AND THEY GAVE ME TROUBLES!
I ASKED FOR LOVE!
AND THEY GAVE ME WICKEDNESS!
TEMPT NOT THIS LORD!
ASK ME NOT FOR HELP!
FOR I SHALL GIVE TO YOU AS YOU GAVE TO ME!
TEMPT ME NOT I SAY!
ASK ME NOT FOR THIS!
FOR I SHALL GIVE YOU THAT!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Understanding Love
I asked you to leave
and then I cried.
I asked you to return
and then you sighed.
'Alas my love,
Can't you make up your mind? '
And I responded
'Love makes me blind.'
You asked me to leave
and then I knew
just how you felt
when you thought we were through.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Coffee Break
I drink milky coffee
cos' I don't like it black.
It ain't because I'm weird
or stuff or anything like that.
I just like milky coffee
but when I asked for it
no one understood me
although I gasped for it.
I went into this burger bar
and asked the guy to make one.
He looked at me quite vacant
and asked me to explain one.
I said you tip some coffee out
and put a dropp more milk in,
but he just stood there gapin'
and said he couldn't do it!
I really hate hot coffee
and I ain't gonna lie
I'd rather eat asbestos
than let my poor tongue fry.
So now I'm drinkin' fruit juice,
to make like I'm discernin'.
They serve it at posh restaurants.
It stops my stomach churnin'.
poem by Ruth Walters
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An Assumption Of Money To Be Made
If they ever asked why I'm doing all this?
I will answer with a single remark.
To save a life.
If they ever asked what if you fail?
I will answer with a single remark.
I have but, I'm still here.
If they ever asked now that your accomplished what's next.
I will answer with a single remark.
What I do will not change, at least not for intentions of fame.
If they ever asked, if offered money to stop what your doing would you?
I will answer with a single remark.
No I will not be bought.
'So let me get this straight your completely honest? '
Yes I try to be.
'Well I still don't believe you.'
Well I never I asked you to or care if you do.
Your the one who wanted answers to those questions.
I gave you my answers, take it or leave it.
'I have to go because your not going to make me any money.'
That's fine because I've never said I would.
Your the one who assumed that.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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I need not tell you that the world situation is very serious. That must be apparent to all intelligent people. I think one difficulty is that the problem is one of such enormous complexity that the very mass of facts presented to the public by press and radio make it exceedingly difficult for the man in the street to reach a clear appraisement of the situation. … it is of vast importance that our people reach some general understanding of what the complications really are, rather than react from a passion or a prejudice or an emotion of the moment. … It is virtually impossible at this distance merely by reading, or listening, or even seeing photographs or motion pictures, to grasp at all the real significance of the situation. And yet the whole world of the future hangs on a proper judgment. It hangs, I think, to a large extent on the realization of the American people, of just what are the various dominant factors. What are the reactions of the people? What are the justifications of those reactions? What are the sufferings? What is needed? What can best be done? What must be done?
quote by George Marshall
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I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I cannot transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.