Laughter would be bereaved if snobbery died.
quote by Peter Ustinov
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Bereavement
Do not get tired from grief as you are bereaved,
And bereavement is relief as you are bereaved.
Do certainty on the scene of writing, when all is leisure
And certain people believe in their belief as you are bereaved.
Does your mind seem a container of science and sea?
Then let feelings go, let them reside away from the thief as you are bereaved.
Does your partner know why marriage is sacred and solid?
Then see him or her with a measure of truth as the chief as you are bereaved.
May surrendering accomplish the goal of a life-time,
May I wish you all the best with your disbelief as you are bereaved.
Let Time fly, let innocence mend the tattered cloths and dress and uniform,
For when a person dies he or she is abject and very brief, as you are bereaved.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Hypocrisy is the essence of snobbery, but all snobbery is about the problem of belonging.
quote by Alexander Theroux
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Emotional prostitute
Waited,
For the sabre
To stab my heart.
Waited,
For the familiar, piercing pain
To appear
As you disappear
Again
from my life.
Waited,
For the breathe
To collapse into
Those Silent sobs.
for my lips to part
in that bereaved grin,
eyes stoned,
gleaming,
non emoting.
As you walk away
Again
Ignoring me.
But this time,
This time
Though the sabre
Stabbed the heart
And bled it
Crimson red.
The pain
Did not pain
As I watched you disappear
Again
from my life'
The breath
Did not collapse
Nor did the lips
Part in that bereaved grin
As you walk away
Again
Ignoring me.
No
Love has not died in my heart.
Its still a rainbow
Sharp
Beyond the dark clouds.
Its just that
I now know
An emotional prostitute
To you
I mean
And a prostitute
Knows no pain.
She is not bereaved
Come you or go you,
Again and again and again.
poem by Anjali Kakati
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The Day I Died
The air was close, but it would not rain
The day I died.
And smog enshrouded Gotham town
The day I died..
I should have stayed in Oceanside
The day I died.
Instead of a hellish subway ride
The day I died.
It started with a stabbing pain
The day I died.
Then waves of nausea deep inside
The day I died.
I fell to earth, I could not breathe
The day I died.
Co workers rushing to my side
The day I died.
Sirens scream on distant streets
The day I died.
bringing hosts of E.M.T.’s
The day I died..
Too late for me, this proud heart fails
The day I died.
I thought” This is the last of Earth”
The day I died.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Critics established a snobbery toward me.
quote by Esther Williams
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Snobbery? But it's only a form of despair.
quote by Joseph Brodsky
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We must never confuse elegance with snobbery.
quote by Yves Saint Laurent
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Laughter
Laughter
Mole-like token let it be bestowed on you
Laughter
Bell-like liquid an outpour light and blue
Laughter
The joyful cords in music born blessed throats
Laughter
The happy rowing in plenitude golden boats
Laughter
Running wild shaking bellies to dance
Laughter
Sweet disease swell infective trance
Laughter
The tongue tip peeping to mock the hands of time
Laughter
The gift of he’s she’s of you’re we’re or I’m
Laughter
The blissful eyes when joyful tears go down
Laughter
The king or queen carrying the highest crown
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poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Laughter - Laughter
LAUGHTER - LAUGHTER
laughter - laughter here I come
to make my friend smile and calm
jump and jump to the left to the right
thru the day time and night
laughter - laughter here I am
to make true all the sweetest dreams
like my friend always has in sleep
thru the very beautiful night
that will never skip
laughter - laughter here we are
my friend and I are blab - blab - blab
and we are happy and careless
cause the better future are waiting for us
laughter - laughter, who are you?
WHAT! you don't recognize me?
I am sorry, I thought I know you
but just let it be
because a real friendship doesn't care who we are
(build a strong good friendship among us)
poem by Juahta Sitepu
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Bereaved of all, I went abroad
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Bereaved of all, I went abroad—
No less bereaved was I
Upon a New Peninsula—
The Grave preceded me—
Obtained my Lodgings, ere myself—
And when I sought my Bed—
The Grave it was reposed upon
The Pillow for my Head—
I waked to find it first awake—
I rose—It followed me—
I tried to drop it in the Crowd—
To lose it in the Sea—
In Cups of artificial Drowse
To steep its shape away—
The Grave—was finished—but the Spade
Remained in Memory—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Wine is wonderful stuff. But so many people are put off by the snobbery of it.
quote by John Cleese
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We learned pretty early on in this band that you can't have snobbery in music.
quote by Mike Shinoda
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Ah, beware of snobbery; it is the unwelcome recognition of one's own past failings.
quote by Cary Grant
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Died
Joy Mukherjee
Died.
Dharam Dev
Pishorimal
Anand,
Also known as
Dev Anand -
Died.
Bhupen Hazarika
Died.
Jagmohan (Jagjit)
Singh Ji died.
Mansoor Ali Khan
Pataudi died.
They all
Did their
Best -
And died.
I'm also
Doing my
Best -
So that
You don't
Complain:
She didn't do
Anything ;)
She just
Existed -
And died!
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Oh Yes, That Was When We Were Once Children
that was when we thought
of nothing but
a game, when words are but
teasers,
when what we assume
is nothing but to be fed
and cared of
when our mouths knew nothing
but laughter
we had enough of those times
and those that fed and cared for us
had long died
and left us now with what they had
we replace what they gave us
now we are no longer their children
we take the turn
of giving laughter in return
see, they are all waiting in the playgrounds
of our lives.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Laughter
YOUR LAUGHTER
Your laughter,
a blossoming bud,
eyes like peacock,
vivacious, sweet your laughter,
what are the feelings,
on your faces,
your laughter,
like a melodious rain,
creates sensations in the heart,
your laughter
benumbs the eyes
i pray,
you carry on laughing
poem by Dr. Ram Sharma
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For J.....
She died last night
morphine took her to another place
that we are not still prepared to go
she died tired of all the sorrows
she ended it with a smile
leaving hope for
all of you
I shall hear those laughter
once again but in that small damp room where some cries crawl
laughter has become stained
The hands of life finally gave in
the temple shattered to the grounds of forgetting
this is the act of freedom
handing a soul to a boat that takes the same soul to another
bank of the river
The hands of death shall hold her
but only for a while
another perfect hands shall receive her
like another seed
to be sown again
in the cyclic fields of life
which we believe
to be always and always
eternal
Today you shall have
another birthday but we are no longer the hands
that shall touch you....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It's a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money.
quote by Albert Camus
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It is a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money.
quote by Albert Camus
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A Little Spark of Laughter
A little spark of laughter is what we need each day.
It's something like the apple to keep the doctor away.
Some can find the laughter. Their lives are pretty good.
Some would love some laughter. I know that they would.
But, laughter in their lives is only a memory.
It has been replaced with constant misery.
Their lives are torn
Their babies born
With sickness and disease.
They have no home.
They walk and roam
No blankets as they freeze.
No food to eat
No water sweet
And end to all their peace.
And so there is no laughter to help them everyday.
In fact there is no laughter to help in any way.
So, be thankful if you have the spark of laughter that you need.
And pray for those who have none, that God will intercede.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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