I don't get a sense of American pride. I just get a sense that everyone is here, battling the same thing - that around the world everybody's after the same thing, just some minor piece of happiness each day.
quote by Paul Thomas Anderson
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Song From An American Movie Pt. 1
The only thing that ever made sense to me
Is the words to a song from an american movie
The only thing that ever made sense in my life
Is the sound of my little girl laughing
Through the window of a summer night
I sit alone in the back yard
Wishing i could be inside
Just the sound of my little girl laughing
Makes me happy just to be alive...
song performed by by Everclear
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXV: Common Thing
It’s not a kindness of heart
It’s not strong solidarity
It’s just a common thing
It’s not local wisdom
It’s not old tradition
It’s just a common thing
It’s not call of duty
It’s not sense of right
It’s just a common thing
It’s not formal greeting
It’s not automatic response
It’s just a common thing
It’s not a matter of guessing
It’s not a part of instinct
It’s just a common thing
It’s not natural reaction
It’s not act of compassion
It’s just a common thing
It’s not regular news
It’s not lack of awareness
It’s just a common thing
It’s not general knowledge
It’s not piece of memory
It’s just a common thing
It’s not statistic range
It’s not operational standard
It’s just a common thing
It’s not moral excuses
It’s not people ignorance
It’s just a common thing
It’s not public secret
It’s not rhetoric question
It’s just a common thing
It’s not different mindset
It’s not basic solution
It’s just a common thing
It’s not absolute law
It’s not blind obedience
It’s just a common thing
It’s not sweet revenge
It’s not getting even
It’s just a common thing
It’s not constant worry
It’s not planted fear
It’s just a common thing
It’s not usual bickering
It’s not daily fight
It’s just a common thing
It’s not die hard habit
It’s not strange behavior
It’s just a common thing
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Making sense
No sense in it if you act non-sense
People may push you away with sense
You may think why people are utterly non-sense?
When you are perfectly ok and act wit sense
You may fail in your love attempts
Some thing may force you or to act prompt
Still you act with sense and avoid
You may face difficulties which are self maid
You may act wise with change of scene
Gentleman like approach when publicly seen
Is it not the humanly act minus sin?
When one tries to project what he has been?
What comes to your help or rescue?
You may be wondering without any clue
You may blink and face may turn blue
When projection makes no sense for you
Sense is third eye for human being
Timely act may make him king
Opponent may face defeat in the ring
You may survive……………..
What, if nothing suggests or paves the way?
Your voice may not be heard or have the say
You may stick to position and bat for long
Still it makes sense that you are not always wrong
You will know what lies ahead?
Common sense may stop you to be mislead
So even if you are worried or so tense
You may act wise and come out with sense
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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(V – 2010) The Winners of the Game
Pride & Prejudice
Makes one strong;
Sense & Sensibility
Seems going wrong.
Pride & Prejudice
Rushes with ego;
Sense & Sensibility
Receives the blow.
Pride and Prejudice
Wins the game;
Sense & Sensibility
Loses the same.
It’s not because
The times are unfair
Or that people nowadays
For goodness little care.
It’s just because
The Game is of
Darkening the light,
It’s just because
The Game is of
Losing one’s sight,
It’s just because
The Game is of
Deviating from the right.
So after all
Though Pride and Prejudice
Wins the game
And, Sense & Sensibility
Loses the same
Pride and Prejudice
Remains blind
And, Sense and Sensibility
Remains kind.
Common sense and sense of humor are the same thing moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing.
quote by Clive Jones
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Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing.
quote by William James
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La lyra es, telemann, suite
You were wearing a polka dot one piece
Got your pic
From that white sand beach
You look smaller this time
The sadness is not visible
On your face smiling at the
Digital camera
Got your pic
My own pick
Is the sound of the lyre
On polka dot
On a polka dot one piece
Hiding the bruises
In your breasts
There is really no sense
There is really no sense
White sand as hideaway
A smiling face
And a piece of polka dot
Bikini
Can be more accurately revealing
The bruises
On your hips
The bruises
On your breasts
Junk him you pride a kind of your own story
I never believe you, you make no sense to me.
Polka dots, white sand and bruises do not
A true picture make, my dear.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Song From An American Movie Pt 2
Sometimes I get to a point where
I don't give a damn about
anything...anymore
Sometimes I get to a point where
I feel numb and I just don't care
Sometimes I feel like I just
don't care
I sit in my car
and listen to the radio
I think about the past
and it seems so long ago
I know the pain
is slowly going to fade
This life is going to get better
(Things are going to be better)
I wait until
my ex-wife has gone away
I walk around the house
Getting lost inside the old day
I see a picture where
everybody's smiling...
I know...
I got to keep it on the inside
I want to get lost
from my life sometimes
Sit on the side
and watch the world go by
I want to get lost
and I don't know why
Sometimes I want to get lost
and I don't know why
(Sometimes I want to get lost
and dream for a while)
Waiting for my little girl
Waiting on the school bus
We're going to the movies
Yeah just the two of us
Sit inside the dark and dream
for awhile
Our life is going to get better
(Yeah it's going to be better)
I wake up weird
in the middle of the night
I walk the floor
until my mind gets right
I think about the past
and it makes me want to cry
I know...
I got to keep it on the inside
I want to get lost
from my life sometimes
Sit on the side
and watch the world go by
I want to get lost in the dark
and dream for awhile
Just sit inside a dark room
and dream for awhile
The only thing that ever makes
sense to me
Is the words to a song from
an American movie
The only thing that ever made
sense in my life
Is the sound of my
little girl laughing
Alive and happy in
the summertime
I am just like everyone I know
I am afraid of things that I
don't know
I am afraid of ever really
being alone
I want to find myself a brand
new heart
I want to find a girl
and make a brand new start
I want to find a girl and get lost
in the dark
The only thing that ever makes
sense to me
Is the words to a song from
an American movie
The only thing that ever made
sense in my life
Is the sound of my
little girl laughing
Through the window of a
summer night
I sit alone in the backyard
Wishing I could be inside
Just the sound of my
little girl laughing
Makes me happy just to be alive
Sometimes I am happy
just to be alive
song performed by by Everclear
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Song From An American Movie Pt. I
Sometimes I get to a point where
I don't give a damn about
anything...anymore
Sometimes I get to a point where
I feel numb and I just don't care
Sometimes I feel like I just
don't care
I sit in my car
and listen to the radio
I think about the past
and it seems so long ago
I know the pain
is slowly going to fade
This life is going to get better
(Things are going to be better)
I wait until
my ex-wife has gone away
I walk around the house
Getting lost inside the old day
I see a picture where
everybody's smiling...
I know...
I got to keep it on the inside
I want to get lost
from my life sometimes
Sit on the side
and watch the world go by
I want to get lost
and I don't know why
Sometimes I want to get lost
and I don't know why
(Sometimes I want to get lost
and dream for a while)
Waiting for my little girl
Waiting on the school bus
We're going to the movies
Yeah just the two of us
Sit inside the dark and dream
for awhile
Our life is going to get better
(Yeah it's going to be better)
I wake up weird
in the middle of the night
I walk the floor
until my mind gets right
I think about the past
and it makes me want to cry
I know...
I got to keep it on the inside
I want to get lost
from my life sometimes
Sit on the side
and watch the world go by
I want to get lost in the dark
and dream for awhile
Just sit inside a dark room
and dream for awhile
The only thing that ever makes
sense to me
Is the words to a song from
an American movie
The only thing that ever made
sense in my life
Is the sound of my
little girl laughing
Alive and happy in
the summertime
I am just like everyone I know
I am afraid of things that I
don't know
I am afraid of ever really
being alone
I want to find myself a brand
new heart
I want to find a girl
and make a brand new start
I want to find a girl and get lost
in the dark
The only thing that ever makes
sense to me
Is the words to a song from
an American movie
The only thing that ever made
sense in my life
Is the sound of my
little girl laughing
Through the window of a
summer night
I sit alone in the backyard
Wishing I could be inside
Just the sound of my
little girl laughing
Makes me happy just to be alive
Sometimes I am happy
just to be alive
song performed by by Everclear
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It seems to me the book has not just aesthetic values-- the charming little clothy box of the thing, the smell of the glue, even the print, which has its own beauty. But there's something about the sensation of ink on paper that is in some sense a thing, a phenomenon rather than an epiphenomenon. I can't break the association of electric trash with the computer screen. Words on the screen give the sense of being just another passing electronic wriggle.
quote by John Updike
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To Debby On The Death Of Her Dad
To say sorry seems such an easy thing to say
But from you that won't take your sense of loss away
You have been burdened with a heavy cross
And time alone can only heal your sense of loss.
Old 98 for you it ended bad
The grim reaper from you he took your dad
I only can imagine how you must feel
But time the scars of sorrow always heal.
You've lost the hero of your childhood years
And he was one well worthy of your tears
But Debby your tears will bring to you relief
And help to heal your mental scars of grief.
Your father was a man I never knew
But he was one who meant so much to you
The life breath from his body may be gone
But his soul alive and well and living on.
I'm one of those with words who like to play
And to say sorry such an easy thing to say
And I can't feel the sense of loss you feel
And time itself the only thing that heal.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Old Glory Stands Alone
The stark white expanse, only broken by a grave stone,
Makes the Stars and Stripes seems to otherwise stand alone;
Truly, the only sign of color as far as the eye may see,
Old Glory stands alone, at The Forefathers' Cemetery.
A gentle zephyr begins, the flag begins to flap,
Maintaining sentry over many a soul, in an eternal nap!
Above, a majestic American Bald Eagle flies,
And peers down, with a sense of pride, we may only surmise,
Then, with what looks to be a very coy smile,
He turns abruptly, in a most majestic style!
The scene repeats in places both far and wide,
Where it evokes an immense sense of American pride
To all fortuitous enough to partake in its splendor-
The country we love is full of them-this is but one wide wonder!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Even in the realest American cinema that I see, there's still not that sense that this is reality. There's still that sense that you are watching a movie. And hopefully, if we did get our jobs right, that sense disappears when you watch this movie.
quote by Joshua Leonard
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When I've gone back to work, it's always with that sense of inevitability. That may be a complete delusion, but it's the one that I need to get out of bed and go about my business. That sense that I can't avoid this thing. I better just get on with it.
quote by Daniel Day Lewis
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I'm a thing
I’m a thing
A thing to do
A thing to make
A thing for you
To cast and remake
I’m a thing
For this world to sing
A thing to take
A thing to leave
A thing to break
A thing to grieve
I’m a thing
For this world to do
For this world to make
A thing for you
A thing of blue
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Sense
Sense
Which makes some sense
Other than nonsense
Supreme sense
Is civic sense.
Embedded with moral sense
Inject sense
In this universe
Oozing with nonsense.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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In That Mood To Pursue
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me and not a thing to prove.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me,
And not a thing to prove.
I woke up in attitude I knew.
Arrogant but more...
Determinance.
Like a man standing in defense...
Of what I have now with confidence.
And no one's gona try to say I make no sense.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me and not a thing to prove.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me,
And not a thing to prove.
I woke up in attitude I knew.
Arrogant,
With a meaning intent.
And a mind tracked on common sense.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me,
And not a thing to prove.
I feel there's nothing now that I can't do.
I'm in that mood,
For me.
No one has to agree.
I'm up,
And ready to fulfill my needs.
I said I'm up...
And ready to fulfill my needs.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me and not a thing to prove,
To you or nobody in that groove...
Who aint got it goin' and movin'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do The Right Thing
Once you told me you were gonna love me
That it was meant to be and theres no other way
Then came someone showed you more fun
Weve had a good run better think it over
Do the right thing baby do the right thing
Go with your heart and do the right thing
Hes got a good line, shows you a good time
Did he change your mind guess its your move
Ill lose my pride Id even step aside
Honey you really must decide whos best for you
Do the right thing baby do the right thing
Go with your heart and do the right thing
Do the right thing baby do the right thing
Go with your heart and do the right thing
You might chose me or chose to lose me
Someday youll see the good thing you had
Do the right thing baby do the right thing
Go with your heart and do the right thing
Do the right thing baby do the right thing
Go with your heart and do the right thing
Go with your heart and do the right thing
song performed by by George Strait
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On To A Certain Fullness....
When the cup is full
when everything runs
over its edges,
there is no stopping
it is the nature of this
thing
it runs it fills
it overflows
it rises
too
it goes beyond its
limits
it transcends
the horizon the sky
space
this is the nature of
this thing
it does not die
it goes on and on and on
beyond pain beyond
happiness
beyond the laws of this land
not a tree anymore
neither land
nor air
this is the nature of this thing
like a piano note
of one classical piece
riding on
from one molecule of air
to another
all eyes are misled
and this thing does not feel
it goes on and on and on
and on and on....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'm Reading Psalm 31...
Sin….
what is it? Is there such a thing?
Is it, would it be, a good thing to have?
do I want it? or do I have it,
so deep, it’s more trouble than illumination…?
All that sadness, all that sense of failure,
all that sense of impending doom,
all that guilt in respect of
person or persons unknown…
or that always trying to please persons
known or unknown…
yes, that makes sense…
So, who am I supposed to have sinned against?
Since I’m a bit hazy about God, then
have I sinned against myself?
Memories now of schooldays – Michael,
you’ve let yourself down…and then
of course they have to add, and you’ve let down
your parents, and you’ve let me down
as your teacher….seems I’m some sorta
team player… who picked this team anyway?
OK, let’s just suppose that there’s
some vast, perfect self-balancing system
running the whole caboosh (with maybe,
wholly good intentions) so that
if you steer badly, then there’s
first the hard shoulder, then the grass verge,
then maybe if you’re on the race track,
piled-up tires, some sort of resistant and yet yielding wall..
and after the hospital period, your steering
is rather more careful, rather more attentive…
so maybe, a sense of … let’s call it
good roadsmanship –
‘Paradise Garden Welcomes Careful Drivers’…
would be a good thing … say ‘sin’
but smile as you say it …
just a warning sign - 'Black Spot'; 'Dangerous Bend';
where the other guys came to grief...
and life – the highs and oh those deepdown downlows –
is more about being your very agreeable self,
and somebody else’s idea of sin
very much a thing of the past;
the neighbours wave at you,
and the postman seems glad to see you.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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