Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
quote by Alexander Pope
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FOR her gait, if she be walking;
Be she sitting, I desire her
For her state's sake; and admire her
For her wit if she be talking;
Gait and state and wit approve her;
For which all and each I love her.
Be she sullen, I commend her
For a modest. Be she merry,
For a kind one her prefer I.
Briefly, everything doth lend her
So much grace, and so approve her,
That for everything I love her.
poem by William Browne
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Trust. Not.
Trust.
Not.
Anything somebody says,
To plant and keep inside your head.
Trust.
Not.
Anyone who comes to you,
With news they think you will approve.
Don't ride a lie,
Others drive.
To use you as their alibi,
To bring you down demoralized.
Don't scandalize,
Or compromise.
Or hide your eyes to try to hide,
From those who patronize their lives...
In lies.
To deny,
What they do.
Since it's you...
Who'll be used,
And screwed.
Trust.
Not.
Anything somebody says,
To plant and keep inside your head.
Trust.
Not.
Anyone who comes to you,
With news they think you will approve.
Just to see what you will do.
Like other folks they've trick and fooled,
Too.
And now it's you,
They wanna do.
Don't ride a lie,
Others drive.
To use you as their alibi,
To bring you down demoralized.
Refuse to be a fool,
And from them leave.
Ignore their pleas.
From them leave!
Leave them desperate.
And on their knees.
Trust.
Not.
Anything somebody says,
To plant and keep inside your head.
Trust.
Not.
Anyone who comes to you,
With news they think you will approve.
Like fools will do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To go further?
I respect your religion
And admire its contents.
I admire your wife
And admire her virtues.
Do you want me to go further?
22.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Simply admire
Admire women; admire objects.
Admire them quite liberally.
When it comes to desires, be wise.
Desire might cause suffering.
13.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I have never wished to cater to the crowd; for what I know they do not approve, and what they approve I do not know.
Woman’s Act Is In Men’s Nod
Girls rush to be models and actress,
A profession not held in esteem,
As men grow broad to approve of their deeds.
If men approve, they’ll go to any extent.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Admire Those Brave
I admire those brave,
And unafraid of their own shadows.
I admire those,
Whose lives have been enhanced...
By the act of taking chances.
I respect those who anticipate,
Their tomorrows with expectations.
And not spending a moment drifting,
Into a yesterday for a purpose to waste.
I admire the ones who inspire.
And they always seem to be...
Those recovering from despair.
And doing that successfully.
I admire those brave,
And unafraid of their own shadows.
The ones able to cover their bruises well.
The ones willing to listen.
Without sob stories to tell.
I also admire an acquaintance I knew,
Who had been penniless.
And yet in dire circumstances...
Managed to offer a bright eyed smile.
I admire the ones who inspire.
And they always seem to be...
Those recovering from despair.
And doing that successfully.
I admire those brave.
They assist unknowingly,
In maintaining my faith.
And everyday my steps are paced,
To lay down even stronger than before.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Envy and Admiration
Oh how I envy my sister
Every time she talks
Every time she walks
Every time she goes somewhere
I envy my sister every minute of the day
She talks like there’s no stopping her
She owns her walk all the time
She gets to have freedom to go wherever she wants
She gets to drive when she wants to
She is the lucky sister that I very much envy
But yet I still admire her with all of my heart
I admire her for her strength
I admire her for her willingness to speak out
I admire her for her ability to stand out in the crowd
She is the sister that I admire every minute of the day
How can I envy and admire her both?
She makes my insides fill with jealousy
But yet she fills my heart and brain with admiration
After confessing this, I still feel envy and admiration for my older sister…will it ever end? ? ?
poem by Casey Lyon
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Admire, I Do...You
Admire,
I do...
You.
Admitting it is not as easy.
This feeling I have is new.
Over the years it grew.
And one day out of the 'blue',
I just knew.
Admire,
I do...
You.
The way you walk,
With your head held up.
Your eyes so wise and bright.
Your words direct,
I now respect.
With my mind more open.
And more prepared to accept.
Admire,
I do...
You.
Those times we shared.
With you there caring.
And I then unaware...
Just how much you cared.
And today I reflect,
Upon my attitude.
And those awful moods you met,
You did not let upset you.
When you could...
And perhaps should have left,
Me.
Admire,
I do...
You.
And after all those things I put you through,
You stayed.
With me,
You stayed!
With me,
You stayed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever He Said
whatever he said to the mountain
he got it back through an echo
he said we are all fools and the
mountain gave it back to him
we are fools, we are fools,
we are fools, we are fools
he nodded and worshipped
the mountain his true teacher
the echoes have said it all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This life is 'On Approval
Is ‘approve’ another word for ‘love’?
So that, when we say ‘I love you! ’ there’s the sense,
‘It’s good – I’m glad – that you are in this world! –
that you exist! ’ – so that, to love, becomes
an act of will; creative affirmation?
The sense of holiness; and music; sunlight; lemon curd –
from these, ‘approval’ stretches out a list
that may be boundless, as it sings them into praise;
approving even dreams into reality:
as if to kneel, self to self, with God
and, eye to eye, both say, ‘I’m glad that you exist..’
*
[leaning gratefully on the writings of Josef Pieper]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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It Makes More Sense
It makes more sense,
Stopping something not to start.
Yes it makes more sense,
Not to tear things all apart.
Or bring up filthy garbage,
Knowing it is just a farce.
It makes more sense,
To walk away than to be petty.
And it makes more sense,
To prevent a thumping headache.
And it makes more sense,
Not to argue with a fool.
Knowing this is something done,
Many fools love to do.
And it makes more sense,
Stopping something not to start.
Yes it makes more sense,
Not to tear things all apart.
Or bring up filthy garbage,
Knowing it is just a farce.
And it makes more sense,
Not to argue with a fool.
Knowing this is something done,
Fools love to do.
And it makes more sense,
To keep the peace with every neighbor.
And it makes more sense,
To chase all bitterness away.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'You're right' than build a hate.
Knowing that tomorrow promises another day.
And it makes more sense,
To keep the peace with every neighbor.
And it makes more sense,
To chase all bitterness away.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'You're right' than build a hate.
Knowing that tomorrow promises another day.
Yes it makes more sense,
To keep the peace with every neighbor.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'You're right' than build a hate.
Knowing that tomorrow promises another day.
Yes it makes more sense,
To keep the peace with every neighbor.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'You're right' than build a hate.
Knowing that tomorrow promises another day.
It makes more sense,
To leave a fight and not to start it.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'I'm wrong'. And then depart.
What is there to gain to carry hatred in your heart.
It makes more sense,
To leave a fight and not to start it.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'I'm wrong'. And then depart.
What is there to gain to carry hatred in your heart?
It makes more sense,
Stopping something not to start.
Yes it makes more sense,
Not to tear things all apart.
Or bring up filthy garbage,
Knowing it is just a farce.
Yes it makes more sense.
There should be no doubt about it.
Yes it makes more sense.
There should be no doubt about it.
Yes this makes more sense.
There should be no doubt about it,
That it makes more sense!
Without being convinced,
To leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Most Powerful Living Force
i admire islam
that distils the most
powerful living force
into one distinct entity
and i admire the
followers who pray
five times every day
to him to secure
blessings straight
from his hands
i admire too the
Christians who could
every week take part
in the feast of the body
and blood of a part of
the living God - Christ
and be eternally saved
i admire the Hindus
who have a million celestial
beings to help them work
their karma this life and
next and the next until
they are pure enough,
spotlessly clean to merge
with the Living God
I admire the Buddhists who
could live and pray throughout
their life for none other than
a state of nothingness
free from desires of all kinds
the admire the Jews too
who though thrown into fire
(holocaust) , made stateless
and subservient, with
steadfastness cling
to Yahweh believing
he meant only the
best for them
i admire all the world's
great religions which
through thick and thin
try to guide men to
Almighty, to love and love
like him despite all the
human shortcomings
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Fools haven
The haven of fools
This is the haven fools
Fools do not like greatness
So they hate to progress
Fools lack wisdom
They are far from freedom
Their heart attaineth riches
But they don't have riches
Fools will perish
But the upright will flourish
He will nourish
Has anybody seen
The end of the foolish
Think for wisdom excelleth folly
Whom will you like to be
The end of the upright
Is everlasting life
Like a tree
Planted by the river side
Marry it, let it be your bride
Keep it as your pride
Do away with ignorant
For the truth is important
Fools has pleasure in vanity
But the happiness
Of the wise is in eternity
poem by Matt Ancient
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Devoted and Truer Fools
Those who 'use' to be the ones,
Depicted as fools.
With a diminishing done,
To any influence they might have had...
Have not been the fools,
Many were led to believe.
With a choice to ruin their integrity!
It seems those fools,
Had always worn tailored made suits.
And deceived with fake impressions.
Diluting those minds without a conscious.
And it seems as though,
Those who have followed the ones...
Impressing with dress and promises,
Have been made devoted and truer fools.
And today they know this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Present's seen as launching pad
by fools who place their future hope
on Chance or Destiny, who're glad
responsibility to cope
with misadventure can be had
vicariously as they grope
for sense within a world that's mad,
and stumble sideways. Luck, good, bad,
is sought from stars, or cards, whose scope
seems all embracing from cell pad
from which fools launch all future hope.
(27 May 2005)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The gods do not protect fools. Fools are protected by more capable fools.
Larry Niven in Ringworld
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I Admire People Song
I admire people
That have courage
I admire people that
Have respect for others
I admire people that stands up
For themselves and others
poem by Aldo Kraas
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To release one’s hate
The wise are as much fools
To fools as fools are to them.
A man is as much irrational
To a child as it is to him.
A male is as much a stress
To woman as she is to him.
Each treats the other so
Just to release one’s hate.
21.08.2010.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To Uproot With A Moving Somewhere Else
I thought it foolish that I should move,
To find success or expect an acceptance.
Especially when I had the confidence,
In my choice to do what I did at my best,
Could and woudn't be better expressed...
If in another environment I selected.
Or become more impressive,
To those believing they should approve.
I knew too early I was not the one stupid,
To do what I did to prove others to be fools...
To uproot with a moving somewhere else just to do.
When inside of anyone they are born with the tools.
And wherever they go those same tools can be used.
It just depends on which ones are picked.
With a determination to remain devoted and not to quit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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