Nothing is so aggravating as calmness.
quote by Oscar Wilde
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Nothing is so aggravating than calmness.
quote by Oscar Wilde
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Lulu Walls
One evening getting dark
We first met at the park
Just sitting by the fountain all alone
I lifted up my hat
And then began to chat
She said shed allow me to see her at her home
Chorus:
Such a star Ive never seen
Shes as pretty as the queen
Shes as perfect as an angel from above
If shed only be my wife
Id live happy all me life
With that aggravating beauty lulu walls.
If she were only mine
Id build a house so fine
And around it so many fences tall
It would make me jealously
To think that none but me
Could gaze upon that beauty lulu walls.
Repeat chorus:
One evening getting late
Well, I met her at the gate
I asked her if shed wed me in the fall
But she only turned away
And nothing would she say
That aggravating beauty lulu walls.
Repeat chorus:
With that aggravating beauty lulu walls.
song performed by by John Prine
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Shadow Of The River
As I look around under the shady trees breezy atop the river
Even as the shadows of the tree are seen in it like a mirrror
My curious nature got more of me as i ask myself where is the shadow of the river?
Why does it create shadow for other nature like itself and keep its own shadow hidden?
I said to myself as I look into the river, a glared around into the forest and its horror
And it becomes clear to me that Even the river brings calmness to evil wherever it finds itself.
So i found my answer.
The shadow of the river is in its calmness, the gentle flow that puts your heart to rest even when it overwhelms you.
Its contradiction to body temprature and yet so agreeable.
Under the shady leaves and the calmness around, i have found the shadow of the river.
poem by Yewande Adedokun
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The Purple Flower
THE PURPLE FLOWER
I walked out I the summer
To behold at our backyard a wonder
Nature’s beauty epitomized by a farmer
– My dad’s garden of farmer
Amidst the calmness and quietness
I heard of all sounds, the quietest
I strained my ears to hear the sound again as in a forest
But restored again was the tranquil calmness
Looking in the direction of the sound expectantly
I beheld a wonder amusingly
Covered and veiled by a couple of leaves partially
But I still was drawn closer to it attractively
My little finger did the unveiling
And guess what was this beautiful thing
It was a purple flower, the prettiest I’ve seen
With a dazzling splendour and brightly glowing
Then as I reached for its stalk to pluck it
A nice fragrance oozed off from it
This added a cap to its glowing beauty
Aggravating my craving to have it.
But then, just then;
Another wonder emerged like a thunder
I heard the same quiet sound I’ve heard earlier
But with the source of the sound, I’m now familiar.
It was another purple flower that has just popped open
To reveal its splendour equally brightening
But baffling me still was a thing
This flower too was partially veiled even.
Then I learnt from the purple flowers
That whatever strengths my creator has given me
I should not glory in those
But keeping my heart low
But amidst the humility
Still maintaining my self esteem and integrity
Exuberating my radiance
But not forgetting that there are prettier flowers in the garden
Purple flower, my purple flower,
What a great lesson you’ve taught me
And one promise I can make to you:
Even to be as humble … as you!
September 6,2007
poem by Ola Joseph Kolawole
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There is nothing so aggravating as a fresh boy who is too old to ignore and too young to kick.
quote by Kin Hubbard
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Value Society
values, coolness, calmness and peace
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values, coolness, calmness and peace
values, coolness, calmness and peace
values, coolness, calmness and peace
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That's an aspect of this business which can be very frustrating and aggravating. Most of what is written about you is wrong and so much of what does get printed is often about personal things that you don't want to have other people read about.
quote by Winona Ryder
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Trashed Actions
Dumping dupes and their doings...
To screw all those viewing!
Removing this to sit,
With unresisting peace.
Bashed with rehashed dissatisfactions...
And attacked by false transactions?
Trashed actions of this kind...
Has brought a calmness to mind!
Finding in these times,
To do what's best and quickly!
And enjoy a life that comes.
When drastic measures must be done!
Stepping over temptations...
That once smothered in limitations!
And trashed actions of this kind...
Has brought a calmness to mind!
And no longer will a self destruction tease!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defendants are being evaluated based on numerical grid without any aggravating circumstances being considered. The effect has been to transfer the disparity from the judge to the prosecutor allowing for a great deal of leeway on indictments.
quote by Harold H. Greene
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Aggravating Children
Those who repeatedly rely upon immature techniques,
With expectations to receive the same results achieved...
Are those who can be found weeping in disbelief,
To discover few have tolerance...
For the ones who have physically aged with time,
But in their minds they remain aggravating children.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man is subject to innumerable pains and sorrows by the very condition of humanity, and yet, as if nature had not sown evils enough in life, we are continually adding grief to grief and aggravating the common calamity by our cruel treatment of one another.
quote by Joseph Addison
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Hating Saturday
Christine hated Saturdays
on the locked ward
the day her fiancé
jilted her at the altar
the organ music playing
in the background
the flowers
the aisle carpeted
with that pattern
she will always remember
and as you saw her
across the way
looking out the window
you saw Eric the day kid
who was brought in
while his mother worked
was aggravating her
was poking her
in the back
and you saw red
and went and pushed him away
and that brought the male nurses over
and they stood between you both
and Eric glared at you
and the big nurse said
what's going on here?
and Eric said
it's him he pushed me
and Christine said
Eric was poking me
and Benedict was just
keeping him away
well calm down now
the fat nurse said
keep it cool
and so you and Christine
walked to another window
and peered out
at the snow
and she said
the creep
as if we haven't enough
to cope with without
that creep aggravating us
but thanks anyway
for keeping him away
and you said
that's ok
he gets to me too
I'll bop him
one of these days
when the nurses
aren't looking
and she smiled
and said
let me know when
I wouldn't want
to miss that
and you looked out
at the falling snow
that was settling
on the fields
and tree tops
and far off
you saw a tractor
moving over the ground
and seagulls were following behind
and she said
quite picturesque isn't it?
Yes
you said
kind of Christmas cardy
yes
she said
taking your hand
I wonder if we'll be
out of here before then?
and you felt kind of numb
as if maybe the whole world
had gone black
and the snow fell
and you squeezed
her hand sensing
the warm flesh
and her thumb rubbed
against yours
and behind you
the unlocking
and locking
of doors.
poem by Terry Collett
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My background with Cummings was rehearse, rehearse, rehearse, but Tuesday liked to walk in and do the scene. I must say that she was really wonderful. Aggravating, but wonderful.
quote by Dwayne Hickman
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Calmness is the cradle of power.
quote by J.G. Holland
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silvery sky
the calmness
of heavens
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Zulu girl
There is a certain
CALMNESS
About
The Zulu girl
It humbles me
Down to the ground
At a loss for words
To say, but that:
poem by LLM Mbatha
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Christianity has made of death a terror which was unknown to the gay calmness of the Pagan.
I Snapped
Like nails on a chalk board
Like the rattling of a plastic bag
Like a paper being creased repeatedly and then suddenly teared
Like a squeaky mouse constantly being squeaked
Like toy fire truck with the buttons forever being pushed
So irritating
So aggravating
A cover my ears sensation
It turns in to headache
And it keep going and going
No stop in sight
My head is spinning
I just can't take it no more.
And bam I snapped.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Calm is all Nature as a Resting Wheel
calmness
dawns
fed by war
terror
crocodile
infested river
so peaceful
after the
dismemberment
of an ill-fated calf
satiated nerves
calmness
in the creatures
of terror
with jaws and cannines
that could tear
a lion to shreds
in minutes
nothing interests them now
except
the quiet noon slumber
the haughty
teenager
after the fierce beating
and repentance
incommunicado
for weeks
as he self reflects
calm as the lake
only the breeze
and the moving clouds
to show life
the world
immediately
after the second world war
a longed for calmness
claimed by a heart
drawn out
by endless
animosity, suspicion
blood and tears
inspired by
'Calm is all Nature as a Resting Wheel.'
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
Is cropping audibly his later meal:
Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal
O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky.
Now, in this blank of things, a harmony,
Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal
That grief for which the senses still supply
Fresh food; for only then, when memory
Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain
Those busy cares that would allay my pain;
Oh! leave me to myself, nor let me feel
The officious touch that makes me droop again.
William Wordsworth
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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