It was the nearest to a casualty on the Spray in her whole course, so far as I know. The young man having come on board with compliments made the mishap most embarrassing.
quote by Joshua Slocum
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A Friend across the Pond
For Marci Made
There is a young lady,
who reads my poems,
almost every day without fail.
She gives me lovely compliments,
most I feel I don’t deserve.
I try to read her poems when I can,
my failing there entirely.
The time difference between
our countries is an awkward thing.
I’m normally going to bed,
when she comes on board.
However, to that PH friend,
who live across that big pond.
Marci, this little poem is just for you.
10 August 2007
poem by David Harris
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Casualty of abuse
I was a casualty of abuse.
I was a victim of rape.
I was hurt more than once.
God I hate you I hate you all.
All you said is it was a game.
The only one who had the fun was you.
I know what its like to hate.
Becuase I sure as hell hate you.
I try not to be that casualty any more.
Only try as I might.
Defeated I fall.
Its hard to forget and move on.
When justice was not done.
When I see and hear you all the time.
I will forever remain a casualty of abuse.
Like a casualty of war.
I will always be broken.
And pain will always engulf my hart.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Self-Mocking
Whenever I self mock
over a compliment I have been given
it is not to insult the person who gave it,
more to injure myself.
I can cope with most things
that are given to me except compliments.
Sound Strange?
When I was growing up many years ago,
I was belittled by family and friends alike.
They made me feel like a misfit,
so a misfit I became.
I endured insults about me
in every way shape and form.
Compliments were never given
and became a stranger to me.
Now that I am older,
I do not stand easy
when compliments are given
and I have to mock myself
and make a parody out of me.
I grew up feeling useless in everything I did.
They did not realise what they were doing
and hurting that they caused. I
t was not jokes they threw at me,
but hurting insults that made me feel insecure.
Now when compliments come
I cannot accept them readily.
I cannot accept that anyone
would want to compliment me,
so I self mock myself you see.
10 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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There aren't any embarrassing questions--just embarrassing answers.
quote by Carl Rowen
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Happy Father's Day
My beloved painkiller gave me a parcel with compliments.
Oh! Raw power fragrance Deodorant body spray,
A speed stick smells great all day
Olay moisturizer with Vitamins E & B3
Gillette shaver gel and an exceptional cologne spray
Named 'King'.
And she reads the leaflet inside;
'Because you work so hard
Because you are strong
Because you are a real Man
You are my King.'
I said; 'Thank you so much Darling!
But you have forgotten one thing purposely.
This old rheumatoid King fond of cheap liquor
Isn't it? '
* I searched my thorny broken crown in the attic but a rat has stolen it seems.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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For the sake of the troops, for the love of the troops, we must not add yet another casualty to this war. We must not let truth be a casualty of this war.
quote by Barbara Boxer
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Casualty
(bliss)
Driving home I was miles away
When I thought that I saw your face
Late at night, a lightning flash
Put reality in its place
I never saw the warning signs
til it was too late
Im a casualty
A victim of my own circumstance
A casualty a hopeless case
That never stood a chance at all
I never knew what hit me
Like somebody put out the light
I was going crazy
Couldnt tell if it was day or night
I must have lost direction
A simple hit and run
Chorus
Out of control on a one way street
Feeling myself beginning to slide
Out of my head too blind to see
That you were there just for the ride
Living this life in tragedy
Why did this happen to me
Chorus
I never stood a chance
Im a casualty x3
song performed by by Hollies
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Elysium
Elysium
Elysium, is everyone chipping at your cordiality?
Elysium, you stand ice-bound to the windy casualty
Elysium, is everyone nagging at your reason to believe?
Elysium, you stare down from a mound with such hostility
You said to me now wipe you eyes
Relax your hand and come inside
Lift back your head and swallow your pride
Don't be ashamed in me confide
I've seen you pretend
The happy go lucky
Everything's funky
But in the end
Your manic obsession
Turns to depression
Elysium, is everyone chipping at your cordiality?
Elysium, you stand ice-bound to the windy casualty
Stand back and watch the bright spark fly
To catch a glimpse, don't blink an eye
The touch paper wrapped round your soul
Has been lit, let's go with the flow
Unwrap the gift-box {indecipherable
{indecipherable in your heart and torment in your soul
Eyeballs register overload
Time to wake up, time to break up
Get back in your box
Elysium, is everyone tugging at your idea to be free?
Elysium, to cry out, for you sensibility
Elysium, is everyone chipping at your cordiality?
Elysium, you stand ice-bound to the windy casualty
To the windy casualty
To the windy casualty...
song performed by by Madness
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It's embarrassing to be involved in the same business as the mainstream comic thing. It's still very embarrassing to tell other adults that I draw comic books - their instant, preconceived notions of what that means.
quote by Daniel Clowes
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Nashville Casualty & Life
In faded gabardine he used to stand
Down by the union station with that ol hat in his hand.
A banjo-pickin devil, a singin rag-time saint.
The young folks called him beautiful, the old folks called him quaint.
And the station-master pointed to the sign
And they busted him for loiterin when he was makin memories rhyme.
Out in the falling snow hed sing his song
To a world too cold to listen and too white to sing along.
Just a nashville casualty and life
Done left him without a dime.
Ever since the good lord took his wife
Youll find him strummin on the corner all the time.
And most of music city never the saw the world within the song
Of a nashville casualty and life goes on.
In the attic sets a dusty hat and cane
And the kids they found a banjo there all rusted from the rain.
I strummed a little rusty rag-time beat
And I sang for every soul out on the street.
I could almost see him standin in the rain
His black and blinded face reflectin all the pain
Of all the years and people passin by
And all the ringin memories that can make a banjo cry.
Just a nashville casualty and life
Its a riff thats hell to play.
You sings for your livin in the street
And you sleeps in the back of some caf
And most of music city never sees the world within the song
Of a nashville casualty and life goes on.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman, lyrics by Kinky Friedman
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War Of Casualty
War of Casualty, casualty of war
War of insanity, insanity of war
War of reality, reality of war
Take them down
Down they take
No surrender
Surrender takes
Cuts won’t heal
Heals wont hurt
poem by Alice Anne Gordon
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If you're a young Mafia gangster out on your first date, I bet it's really embarrassing if someone tries to kill you.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Started Out
We started out together
Twoards a break up, me and you
We kissed away the hours
Like young lovers do
We sat in bars
You talked the night through
About things that didn't matter
But were important to you
I said: I'm frustrated and lovesick
looking for the nearest way out
So you don't find out what I'm all about
We started out together
Twoard an ending, me and you
We kissed away the hours
Like young lovers do
It was never my intention
To become distant and cruel
Now I'm somewhere else
And whit someone new
I said: I'm frustrated and lovesick
looking for the nearest way out
So she doesn't find out what I'm all about
Chances are they all linger in me
(you got to try again with somebody else)
If I try again, will I be rewarded?
Yet another try, what kind of of person am I?
Chances are they all linger in me
song performed by by Yvonne
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Polyphemus
Twas a sick young man with a face ungay
And an eye that was all alone;
And he shook his head in a hopeless way
As he sat on a roadside stone.
'O, ailing youth, what untoward fate
Has made the sun to set
On your mirth and eye?' 'I'm constrained to state
I'm an ex-West Point cadet.
''Twas at cannon-practice I got my hurt
And my present frame of mind;
For the gun went off with a double spurt-
Before it, and also behind!'
'How sad, how sad, that a fine young chap,
When studying how to kill,
Should meet with so terrible a mishap
Precluding eventual skill.
'Ah, woful to think that a weapon made
For mowing down the foe
Should commit so dreadful an escapade
As to turn about to mow!'
No more he heeded while I condoled:
He was wandering in his mind;
His lonely eye unconsidered rolled,
And his views he thus defined:
''Twas O for a breach of the peace-'twas O
For an international brawl!
But a piece of the breech-ah no, ah no,
I didn't want that at all.'
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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PAROLE BOARD May 18th,2011
Our appointed Parole Board tends to let criminals out of jail,
We have no referendum system so they do it without fail,
Decisions made behind walls and many locked and closed doors,
Appointees with no obligations to you so no one knows the score.
Because no one can question the parole board’s decisions,
And no one is allowed to come up with other revisions,
Something is definitely wrong but we’re not allowed to think,
And the media goes along and accepts it all with a wink.
Infact very few of their decisions are made public knowledge,
Surprise surprise; the Canadian Parole Board doesn’t acknowledge,
No one can find fault with any of these government appointee,
You have been trained to just bow your head and you have to agree.
poem by James Bredin
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Hiram Scates
I tried to win the nomination
For president of the County-board
And I made speeches all over the County
Denouncing Solomon Purple, my rival,
As an enemy of the people,
In league with the master-foes of man.
Young idealists, broken warriors,
Hobbling on one crutch of hope,
Souls that stake their all on the truth,
Losers of worlds at heaven's bidding,
Flocked about me and followed my voice
As the savior of the County.
But Solomon won the nomination;
And then I faced about,
And rallied my followers to his standard,
And made him victor, made him King
Of the Golden Mountain with the door
Which closed on my heels just as I entered,
Flattered by Solomon's invitation,
To be the County -- board's secretary.
And out in the cold stood all my followers:
Young idealists, broken warriors
Hobbling on one crutch of hope --
Souls that staked their all on the truth,
Losers of worlds at heaven's bidding,
Watching the Devil kick the Millennium
Over the Golden Mountain.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Young actors often don't think of the consequences of doing nudity or sex scenes. They want the role so badly that they agree to be exploited, and then end up embarrassing family, friends, and even strangers.
quote by Natalie Portman
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How Many Lies ?
Once there were times,
Once there were reasons filled with rhymes,
Everything shared, everything told
You keep me so warm,
Protect me from all those mighty storms
And dreams seem so old
So look at us now, just look at us now,
With our hands on our hearts
And lines on our brow
How many lies must we tell?
How many lies must we see?
How many times must we say, its for the best?
And leave truth as the casualty?
Do you read through the lines,
Or believe the tv and the times?
Where can we find more ways to see?
You strain on the truth,
And make believe all when you cry wolf,
And the lies youre giving me
So look at us now, just look at us now,
With our hands on our hearts
And lines on our brow
How many lies must we tell?
How many lies must we see?
How many times must we say, its for the best?
And leave truth as the casualty?
Oh, well the truth is hard,
So when they write the book,
Fictions what you wanna be
Well, its your freedom of choice,
But you know that lies, are the cancer of democracy
Youve painted your face,
And now youve tainted your words
And now youre ready and armed with love
Well if youre head is steady,
And your soul is ready,
Were going up above
So whatever you wanna be,
Just come on along with me,
If theres truth in our hearts,
Maybe we can break free
How many lies must we tell?
How many lies must we see?
How many times must we say, its for the best?
And leave truth as the casualty?
How many lies must we tell?
How many lies must we see?
How many times must we say, its for the best?
And leave truth as the casualty?
How many times must we say, its for the best?
And leave nothing, yeah
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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New Year
WHITE year, white year,
Muffled soft in snow,
A diamond spray whose gems are gone
Before their grace we know,
A crystal-coated spray whose hours
Melt when looked upon,
Hoarfrost stars and hoarfrost flowers,
White year!
Green year, green year,
Sweet with sun and showers,
A windblown spray whose blossoms bright
Are the seven-colored hours,
A dancing spray whose leaves are days,
A spray whose leaves delight
In azure gleam and silver haze,
Green year!
New Year, new year
From rosy leaf to gold,
A shining spray on the Tree of Time
Where myriad sprays unfold,
A spray so fair that God may see
And gather it, bloom and rime,
To deck the doors of Eternity,
New Year!
poem by Katharine Lee Bates
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The nearest boor is the nearest kinsman when the calf lies in the ditch.