What worries you, masters you.
quote by John Locke
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What worries you masters you.
quote by Haddon W. Robinson
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A Purple Hat Box
I had worries, worries had me,
so I packed ‘em up and stowed 'em away.
I kept the worries at bay, you might say.
The trouble was they bugged me,
they screamed and itched and tugged me!
So I put them in a box.
It was a deep, purple hat box.
Some days I'd forget about them,
but then I'd remember and peep inside.
The worries glared at me with their big pop eyes!
They laughed at me, taunted me,
they were wild.
They talked in my head all day and all night.
They were stalking me!
Something had to be done
I opened the box again, threw them in,
nailed the lid down, real tight,
sat on the box and sighed.
The worries cried for mercy one more time
and then, guess what…………?
They died.
poem by Ruth Walters
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He had served eighty masters. They'd have said
He had served eighty masters. They'd have said
He 'worked for these employers' to earn bread.
And they, if they had heard him, would have sneered
To brand him inefficient whom they feared.
For to know eighty masters is to know
What sort of thing men who are masters grow.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Somber Twilight
One man lies down
And worries at night
Because he has to work.
Another man lies down
And worries at night
Because he has no job.
One man lies down
And worries at night
Because he can only pay his bills.
Another man lies down
And worries at night
Because he can't pay anyone.
One man lies down
And worries at night
Because everyone seems to love him.
Another man lies down
And worries at night
Becasue he has no one to love him.
One man lies down
And worries at night
Because he might oversleep.
Another man lies down
And worries at night
Because he cannot sleep.
One man lies down
In somber twilight
With reserved sadness and joy.
Another man lies down
In somber twilight
With reserved joy but sadness.
poem by Cecelia Weir
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My Name That Runs
Underneath the sea stands a river of silk and milk that runs,
Opening thoughts of you, the dispute of a month that runs.
I have a maze of worries that tortures the depths of the mind,
Offering me a solution shall be the ocean that is the millionth that runs.
One person is one antagonist, the anatomy of whom excretes blood,
Fetching horrible nightmares like those heroes of the labyrinth that runs.
Let the heavens be attached to the barbarians and soldiers,
One masters them as a battle that rages on as the zillionth that runs.
One will escape the rigours of youth to face a war on the frontline,
Battle systems need generals and wizards of the heavens, the seventh that runs.
I have my name engraved like a stone of weight, the grave so morbid,
One masters my writing as if the relics are as morbid as the trillionth that runs.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Worries..Get Lost To My Mind's Corners!
Straining my every nerve
I search every nook and corner
and pick up and bundle up
all my worries in a huge sack.-
loading it onto my back
with extreme effort
and panting breath
reach your temple!
O..what is it?
a sack or a mountain?
who carries it on his back?
who totters in temple corridors?
Yes-
it is you.my God!
is it the worries of all peoples of this world.
which breakes your back?
O my poor God., rich with our worries!
I pity you!
My huge load of worries!
get lost to the corners of my mind!
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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All Things To All People
all people have worries
worries that wake them
worries about things yet to come
worries about worries are what worry some
i look out my eye
and behold I see people
big bold beautiful people
i see brown people
gold people
yellow people
red people
orange people
purple people
pink people
white people
yet I don’t see colored people
i see a people as one
a people capable
a people that should be grateful
grateful for the blessings that we can all share as people
to love
to grow
to build
to sow
people in my neighborhood
people it’s all good
undivided by vanity
an unbroken sea of humane humanity
people must rely on a shoulder to cry one
we all are people
we are people
old and young
rich or poor
used or new
let us be valued as people
let us value each other as people
persons
beings
individuals
not things
people
and all things to all people
to all nations
at all stations
in every situation
poem by Harlan Lovestone
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Back In The Sunshine Again
Here we are
Back in the sunshine again
No more worries
And no more pain
Were leaving behind
All our troubles and strife
And thats the way its gonna be
For the rest of my life
Here we are, here we are
Back in the sunshine again
No more worries, no more worries
And no more pain, no more pain
Lifes too short, to spend it lonely
You only throw it away
Listen to your voice of reason, call it a day
Take a ride, take a ride
Out to the land of the free
Dont hurry take your time, take your time
Come and spend it with me
Back in the sunshine
Back in the sunshine
Here we are
Back in the sunshine again
No more worries, no more worries
And no more pain
Lifes too short, to spend it lonely
You only throw it away
Listen to your voice of reason, call it a day
Here we are
Back in the sunshine again
No more worries, no more worries
And no more pain
Here we are
Back in the sunshine again
No more worries or pain
And no more pain
Back in the sunshine again
No more worries
Back in the sunshine again
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Worries 2
At times, we feel that
we have the worries of the world
resting on our shoulders
that seem to increase in size
as everyday passes.
We look around for someone to talk to;
invariably there is no one there.
The worries magnify themselves ten fold
and you begin to wonder how you will ever cope with them.
You keep looking over your shoulder
believing someone is watching
every move you make,
but know it is your imagination
just playing tricks on you.
The worries keep increasing at an alarming rate.
You begin to wonder
if there is any way out
with the burden that you carry.
You look for options that might help you through,
or is there just one way,
just to end it all.
Give up and submit,
end everything.
These are the words that ring out in your head.
They add more confusion
to the worries you already have.
You go to bed hoping, always hoping
tomorrow things will be better,
but in your heart, you know they won’t.
It will only be another repetitive circle
of what you have had today.
21 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Master Mind
The master mind, devil of evil.
Initiator of deception, creator of sorrow.
Most cunning, most assuring,
fallen emperor, proud prince.
Master mind, he masters the mind
At the entrance of the grave,
he envies the throne of grace.
author of death, father of hell
rewards flaming passions with flames of fire
and he masters the proud, master mind
He serves to master
and masters the world
beauty, wealth, power, and pride...
his own assets.
The master mind serves the world.
His empire is deception,
his agent is 'reason'
who reasons with the wise
and curses the proud into a trap
He masters the mind, who masters the world!
poem by Timothy muggaga
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However the Southern man may have been master of the negro, there were compensatory processes whereby certain negroes were masters of their masters' children.
quote by John Sergeant Wise
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Masters Of The Universe
Masters of the universe
Can you help us now?
We've gone too far again you see
and made a mess somehow.
We could not learn from past mistakes.
We closed our eyes again.
And gave our power to the ones
who speak no truth to men.
Masters of the universe
do you know our fate?
Can you let us hear your words
or will we have to wait?
We have acted just like sheep
being led around.
And now this mess that's here with us
must surely make you frown,
wondering when mankind will learn
how to get along?
Masters of the universe
can you correct what's wrong?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Managing can be more discouraging than playing, especially when you're losing because when you're a player, there are at least individual goals you can shoot for. When you're a manager all the worries of the team become your worries.
Yet thousands of slaves throughout the southern states are thus handed over by the masters who own them to masters who do not; and it does not require much demonstration to prove that their estate is not always the more gracious.
quote by Fanny Kemble
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It's not that there are no masters, but that there are many. And the job of the solicitor general is to balance those masters and to accommodate them all, each in their proper places, wisely and well and in so doing to represent the people of the United States.
quote by Elena Kagan
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The World Keep On Turning
Written by peter green.
Dont look for no worries, worries and troubles come around
Yes, I dont look for no worries, people, worries and troubles come around
The world keep on turning, I got to keep my feet on the ground
Nobody saw me cryin - nobody knows the way I feel
Nobody saw me cryin - nobody knows the way I feel
Yeah, the way I love the woman, its bound to get me killed
I loved the little girl so good, she made my low down butter come
Loved the little girl so good, she made my low down butter come
I need the woman so bad, I need her like the sky needs the sun
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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How Come
How come when I got the ace of hearts
Ya always draw the ace of spades
Hows it when your best friend
Brings you lillies on your birthday
Hey how come, hey how come
Well I aint superstitious, but well these things I see
How come, how come
I aint a superstitious fella, but it worries me
How come when your local clergy calls
He tells me that you shouldnt wear black
What kind of bread are you gonna bake
With that hemlock in your spice rack
Hey how come, hey how come
Well I aint superstitious, but well these things I see
How come, how come
I aint a superstitious fella, but it worries me
The spiders run, the cobwebs gone
Did you eat it when the moon was new
I drowned your cat, what do you say about that
Ive even broken up your broom
How come, how come
Well I aint superstitious, but well these things I see
How come, how come
I aint a superstitious fella, but it worries me
Well how come, how come
Well I aint superstitious, but well these things I see
How come, how come
I aint a superstitious fella, but it worries me
song performed by by Pogues
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Tiger Woods
Tiger Woods
rarely hits a ball
into the woods
as he continues to
break down racist stereotypes in Japan,
the Augusta Masters
and everywhere else he goes.
Now, Tiger, please stand
up for the right of women golfers
to play everywhere.
*********
(The Augusta Masters did not
invite black players til 1975,
nor allow blacks into the country club
til 1990. The Masters still
does not allow women to play.)
poem by O. Anna Niemus
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Not Easy To Overcome
There are huge potentials of the markets waiting for you over there,
So why can't you take advantage of it to express yourself?
For there are no finger prints in this world which are the same,
But the masters are not easy to overcome.
Show up to the course and be very objective and realistic to your muse,
And bring out a constructive commitment towards your goals!
For writing is like a skill which has an artistic roll to play always,
But the masters are not easy to overcome.
Aim at the potential markets around you and try to get there!
For i will meet you when you get there;
But breaking through these markets will let you feel heaven right here on earth!
All the same, the masters are not easy to overcome.
These huge potentials of these markets are what you need,
But criticise me if i am wrong;
For the true potentials of your talents are what makes up the markets,
And you need a break through to satisfy your muse with your mind!
But the masters are not easy to overcome.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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