Commitment means that it is possible for a man to yield the nerve center of his consent to a purpose or cause, a movement or an ideal, which may be more important to him than whether he lives or dies.
quote by Howard Thurman
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The city is the nerve center of our civilization. It is also the storm center.
quote by Josiah Strong
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Put Out To Graze In The Pasture
Hey
The only thing you can truly say
Is that you 'once' ran a good race
And now that you've aged
And have been replaced
Why put that blame on the jockey?
That jockey is accustomed
To riding on the backs of winners.
And you have fed that purpose.
No matter what spotlight you believe,
You today deserve.
Your purpose has been served.
Get over it.
You've been put out to graze in the pasture.
Whatever you had has been used.
And like the rest,
Who have taken their lives for granted
Your purpose,
Has
Been served!
With or without your consent or lost investment,
You spent at the service of others.
Graze and shut the
Just shut up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whoever removes the Cross and its interpretation by the New Testament from the center, in order to replace it, for example, with the social commitment of Jesus to the oppressed as a new center, no longer stands in continuity with the apostolic faith.
quote by Hans Urs von Balthasar
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Change means movement. Movement means friction. Only in the frictionless vacuum of a nonexistent abstract world can movement or change occur without that abrasive friction of conflict.
quote by Saul Alinsky
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A Good Man
I
A good man never dies--
In worthy deed and prayer
And helpful hands, and honest eyes,
If smiles or tears be there:
Who lives for you and me--
Lives for the world he tries
To help--he lives eternally.
A good man never dies.
II
Who lives to bravely take
His share of toil and stress,
And, for his weaker fellows' sake,
Makes every burden less,--
He may, at last, seem worn--
Lie fallen--hands and eyes
Folded--yet, though we mourn and mourn,
A good man never dies.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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My Ideal Man
A man of 360 degrees personality.
A man of many colours.
A man of many souls,
Suited for every single season,
Tailored for a fair number of tasks.
He is my ideal man.
It is not his outward beauty,
But his devastating internal brilliance.
A man of amazing aspiration,
Who issues incredible inspiration.
You are my ideal man.
A man like a magnet,
Drawing into his fold and bosom,
All panaches of people,
‘Cos he commands remarkable respect,
And radiates astonishing admiration.
That is my ideal man.
A man like Solomon,
Displaying incomparable intelligence,
Demonstrating wondrous wisdom,
Deadly dependable for solutions,
A consistent counselor,
And a handy one-stop resource center.
You are my ideal man.
A man of the people,
Sympathetic and exceptionally empathetic, ,
Firm but flagrantly fair,
Identifying persistently with the people,
Fighting with and for the people,
Sharing joy and pain with the people.
You are my ideal man.
My ideal man,
Lastly but foremost,
A paragon of a God-fearing person.
With biblical statutes his only standards.
A man honourable but humble,
A man of humility and humor,
A man of love, peace and truth,
A man of Godly justice,
Not fearing whose ox is jabbed.
He is my ideal man
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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Washington state's 2nd Congressional District is a major producer of small fruit crops such as raspberries and strawberries. This research center is doing important work to help farmers enhance the quality, yield and marketability of their small fruit crops.
quote by Rick Larsen
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Substance
It's okay if some have none.
Or know what it means to have it.
Some live their entire lives,
Having no clue what it means.
While others believe it is a collection of things.
That sit around waiting to be polished or dusted...
Until the importance of that act,
Bores!
That which has substance also has quality.
Even if ignored,
It will maintain its intent and integrity of content.
Its purpose has been defined.
And there is a reliability that is consistent.
And it is not surprising at all,
That many people have never come in contact with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Tipping Point
you do not need everybody
to be yourself
life is too simple and what you
need is only some
important links to get your
message across
beware, the rest are nothing
but surpluses
and yet they have the nerve
and the impulse
to feel so important.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Elements of Invention
What do you want to hear and me to say?
I feel your pain?
Okay,
I feel your pain.
And should I beg of you your forgiveness,
As well?
'Yes,
I'm in need of that! Can you tell?
That would be swell.'
Well,
You can go to...
Elements of invention.
There you will get that attention mentioned.
And when there and at your consent,
Animate it with everything for you that's meant...
To keep the event,
At the center of a focused love.
I am not that one you've been dreaming of!
'I'm in need of that! Can you tell? '
Well,
You can go to...
Elements of invention.
There you will get that attention mentioned.
And when there and at your consent,
Animate it with everything for you that's meant...
To keep the event,
At the center of a focused love.
I am not that one you've been dreaming of!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The relationship between commitment and doubt is by no means an antagonistic one. Commitment is healthiest when it's not without doubt but in spite of doubt.
No dearth
You will find no such person on this beautiful earth
Even though there are many and has no dearth
The work done by them remains unsung
They are very much part of our living and remain among
Their life is simple and ideal
To many it may look unreal
Yet it is exemplary and praiseworthy
Let us pray for them for long life from almighty
Have you ever considered looking at their contribution?
No one takes pain even to look at proper distribution
The work for which it was intended looses its charm
It does great disservice and more harm
They suffered their whole life but never complained
They had full integrity, short of means still maintained
It was backed by strong will and full commitment
The public was behind it and had strong movement
Even though they may not be among us today
They have shown us the path and clean way
If we can pursue with little honesty
The happiness may descend and help to remove the poverty
Someone said” God resides in poor”
We should welcome him at the door
If no food or anything but give some kind reception
This will find favor with good conception
We have seen changes through ages
Yet we were fortunate enough to manage
Many people have come forward and gone
But it is always remembered the good work done
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Touchy Subject
If you want to have
pleasant discussions
Talk of friends, or nature…
or fishin’
If you want possible
Repercussions
Talk of God
Or about religion
Neither one’s more
or less important
Than the
Other (to me)
Neither one has
More special
Purpose to
Serve (or to be)
But talkin’ of friends…
Or nature…Or fishin’
Is waaaay less likely
To touch on a nerve
poem by David Whalen
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Cubism is still the most important art movement for the same reason that John D. is still the most important Rockefeller.
quote by Brad Holland
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The greatness of human actions is measured by the inspiration that it brings. Blessed is he who carries within himself a God, an ideal of beauty and obeys it: an ideal of art, ideal of science, ideal of country, ideal virtues of the Gospel! These are the wellsprings of great thoughts and great actions. All reflections illuminate infinity.
quote by Louis Pasteur
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Meaning Of War
Meaning of war
War means bombing
War means explosions
War means fire
War means destruction
War means hating
War means mutilation
War means killing
War means tears
War means guns
War means loss
War means not of who is right
War means not of who is wrong
War means only of whom is left
poem by Oscar Montano
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War Means
War Means death
War Means destruction
War Means fire
War Means bombing
War Means sorrow
War Means turmoil
War Means tears
War Means guns
War Means blood
War Means confusion
War Means explosions
War Means mutilation
War Means sickness
War Means killing
War Means occupation
War Means loss
And lots more
But after one side
Or the other side
Has finally had enough
And lays down their arms
To surrender and give up
War Means Peace
poem by Mrunal Nandankar
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War Means
War Means death
War Means destruction
War Means fire
War Means bombing
War Means sorrow
War Means turmoil
War Means tears
War Means guns
War Means blood
War Means confusion
War Means explosions
War Means mutilation
War Means sickness
War Means killing
War Means occupation
War Means loss
And lots more
But after one side
Or the other side
Has finally had enough
And lays down their arms
To surrender and give up
War Means Peace
poem by Brie Carter
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Hark, The Inaudible!
a part dies
a part lives
hear that note
of melancholy
behind every
audible note of mirth
a part dies
a part lives
the thunder melts
floods the earth
hear those tears
the cloud sheds
a part dies
a part lives
blend of melancholy
and mirth
tears anew
laughter anew
a part dies
a part revives...
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Cause And Control
a nerve has its own domain
like a territory
when a bone creates a wrong
the nerve begins to run
out of control
an impingement
an erroneous reach out
a right arm screams in pain
stressed out
the mind invents a fabrication
you do not mind it
trace the cause
it's but a nerve, that nerve
that hate.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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