A singular person
I like to think that
I'm a singular person
Just not singular in any
Outstanding way
I like to think tho', that
There's something special
In the little things I do
And in a few of the things I say
I'm a man of few words
But a bearer of many emotions
I love wee little birds
And great briney oceans
Rustic ol' bridges
And ol' magic potions
Pump organs in ol
Churches…Sunday devotions
Yep…I like to think
That I'm a singular person
A peculiar man
In my own peculiar way
Not really outstanding
In my prosin' and versin'
A man of few words
And I'll keep it that way
poem by David Whalen
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In The Wilderness Of Uncertainty
If I had a singular point to make,
From this one soul...
Coming face to face,
With a host of nameless expressions.
I would wish to appear fearless.
Travel as I wonder,
Which door to pick for a short visit.
Would I be embraced...
When my deepest thoughts are revealed,
Comfortably enough to retrace steps I've taken.
If I had a singular desire,
To inspire feelings of love...
I wish to share.
Would I recognize a caring there...
Communicating hope and faith.
And would that singular point I made,
Be accepted as an invitation...
To explore a togetherness,
In the wilderness of uncertainty...
Two free of doubt can journey.
Or will I be asked to leave,
To inspire no one to come with me...
In a search to uncover unconditional love.
Unrestricted...
By a consciousness confined to limits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peculiar Situation
(clarke / hicks / nash)
We take walks in storms on rainy nights
When its cold I hold you close to me
When we dine you help me choose the wine
Its these things that mean so much to me
Aint this a peculiar situation
Were lovers but we dont make love
But when these things mean so much to us
Well, thats all right
I dont think your father is too rich
And I know your mother has good taste
And its not because youre beautiful
When youre busy you find time for me
Aint this a peculiar situation
Were lovers but we dont make love
But when these things mean so much to us
Well, thats all right
But when these things mean so much to us
Well, thats all right
You do well at things that interest you
When asked out you never turn away
If youre wrong you dont mind saying so
Not too proud to phone me when youre down
Aint this a peculiar situation
Were lovers but we dont make love
But when these things mean so much to us
Well, thats all right
Aint this a peculiar situation
Aint this a peculiar situation
Aint this a peculiar situation
song performed by by Hollies
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Upon the lap of Nature
A lonesome bird
A whispering wind
A solitary cloud,
Nature is a singular scene.
A running brook
Gushing falls
Breathing woods,
Nature is a singular voice.
Endless meads
Dancing shades
A grazing cow
Nature is a singular vision.
A ploughman’s call
A melodious song
A barking dog,
Nature is a singular pulse.
A twinkling star
A silent night
A burning candle,
Nature is a singular moment.
A blossoming bud
A blissful moment
A graceful heart,
Nature is a singular mould.
A different season
A different mood
A changing hue
Nature is a singular feel.
Nature’s themes are endless,
Variety simply countless
Yet, the impact is singular,
Thy pulses are thine alone.
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What is actually this Nature? Nature is our own living core. When we are on the lap of Nature, we are within our reflections. We are born out of this Nature and finally return to her elements. We owe our bodily and mental existence to these gross and subtle elements of nature. We are in eternal communion with her either consciously or unconsciously. Our core is peace and solitude. The rest is all a forced mask. This is why we turn to Nature now and then for an all round refreshment. A twinkling star, a flying bird, a passing wind, a running brook, a falling leaf, a burning candle, a silent night, a sailing cloud, a grazing cow… these present moments of glory in our life. They all represent the philosophy of our life. They boost our mental battery because on the lap of Nature, our thoughts gradually disappear and we become contemplative and meditative. Everybody needs this tonic. Nature is a beautiful lass. Nature is a good philosopher too. Let us open our eyes and ears and be ready for a floating experience!
poem by Ravi Panamanna
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Schedule Matrimonial
- Love, one more article.
Among the many who we have.
Peculiar and singular moment would be!
whit a precise obligation
to sustain the ceremonial instant.
Really? ? ? (she)
Will be call 'the dialogue day'!
What a fantastic day doesn't it?
And? ? ? (she)
You can talk all that you want to me! Even call me insensible! (like de music) ! !
hã! (she)
As for me....
I am here, baby, only hearing you and understanding!
Can be start now? (she)
Now? ? ? Oh! my love, comes the second article!
It could be after....
No. (she)
Ah! And, don't forget the beers baby!
Tchau!
poem by Mirna Morgan
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It's also possible to have two third person singular points of view, as represented by two characters through whose eyes the story is told in alternating chapters, say.
quote by Arthur Herzog
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I have a secret thought from some things I have observed, that God may perhaps design you for some singular service in the world.
quote by David Brainerd
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The total absence of humor from the Bible is one of the most singular things in all literature.
quote by Alfred North Whitehead
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To me, the whole idea of fame and I think it can be a real test of somebody, of who they are. You know, 'cause some strange things happen. I've seen some peculiar things as far as a person just living their life.
quote by Tobey Maguire
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Aint That Peculiar
By william robinson, warren moore, marvin tarplin and robert rodgers
You do me wrong and still Im crazy bout you
Stay away too long and I cant do without you
Every chance you get you seem to hurt me more and more
But each hurt just makes my love stronger than before
I know flowers grow through rain
But how can love grow through pain
Chorus:
Aint that peculiar
A peculiarity
Aint that peculiar baby
Peculiar as can be
You tell me lies that should be obvious to me
But Im in so much love with you baby that I dont want to see
That the things you do and say are designed to make me blue
Its a doggone shame my love for you makes all your lies seem true
If the truth makes love last longer
Why do lies make love stronger
Chorus:
Aint that peculiar
A peculiarity
Aint that peculiar baby
Peculiar as can be
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Stay with me for awhile
I love the way you laugh,
I love the way you smile.
I wish that you could come,
and stay for more than awhile.
There is so much I have to say,
so much I want to do.
So much I want to tell you,
like the three words I love you.
Do you know that I'm in love,
with the person that I see?
The person who's in hiding,
the person right next to me.
I love you oh so much,
How is it you can't tell?
Do you know what it's like,
to seek the person for whom you've fell?
-I know I love you,
but to me I doubt you feel the same.
Is it really true,
that love and life are like a game?
I wish that things were different,
and you and I could be,
but I dare not ask too much,
so your choices are all free.
I loathe the expression "What makes him tick." It is the American mind, looking for simple and singular solution, that uses the foolish expression. A person not only ticks, he also chimes and strikes the hour, falls and breaks and has to be put together again, and sometimes stops like an electric clock in a thunderstorm.
quote by James Thurber
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A Most Peculiar Man
He was a most peculiar man
That's what Mrs. Riordan says and she should know
She lived upstairs from him
She said he was a most peculiar man
He was a most peculiar man
He lived all alone within a house
Within a room, within himself
A most peculiar man
He had no friends, he seldom spoke
And no one in turn ever spoke to him
'Cause he wasn't friendly and he didn't care
And he wasn't like them
Oh no! He was a most peculiar man
He died last Saturday
He turned on the gas and he went to sleep
With the windows closed so he'd never wake up
To his silent world and his tiny room
And Mrs. Riordan says he has a brother somewhere
Who should be notified soon
And all the people said,
"What a shame that he's dead
But wasn't he a most peculiar man?
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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A Most Peculiar Man
He was A Most Peculiar Man.
That's what Mrs. Riordan said and she should know;
She lived upstairs from him
She said he was A Most Peculiar Man.
He was A Most Peculiar Man.
The lived all alone within a house,
Within a room, within himself,
A Most Peculiar Man.
He had no friends, he seldom spoke
And no one in turn ever spoke to him,
'Cause he wasn't friendly and he didn't care
And he wasn't like them.
Oh, no! he was A Most Peculiar Man.
He died last Saturday.
He turned on the gas and he went to sleep
With the windows closed so he'd never wake up
To his silent world and his tiny room;
And Mrs. Riordan says he has a brother somewhere
Who should be notified soon.
And all the people said, "What a shame that he's dead,
But wasn't he A Most Peculiar Man?
song performed by by Paul Simon
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To free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves - there lies the great, singular power of self-respect.
quote by Joan Didion
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Each Day, Since We Parted
I have never heard either one of you
Utter a single intelligible word,
Yet, more than else, 'I love you',
Are words, from me, that I regret you've never heard;
I have never been with you
During times of revelry or of sorrow,
Though you may be assured, I miss you-
And shall ever more, tomorrow!
No other two ladies may lay this singular claim:
Both of you share so much more than a last name-
Perhaps, neither one of you knows, the same;
Yet, to alight this upon thee, is my one, singular aim!
Alas, both of you are to the other, unbeknownst;
No one charged with youur guard, has deigned
To believe your unique connection need be announced,
And thus, with time, it has surely waned!
For shame! With each day that passes-for shame!
That they sit idly by, and allow this:
Sikerly, all you are allowed to share is a last name-
I, in most emphatic terms, do disavow this-
This inaction, from those who need consider
Your needs before their own, but do not!
This, to me, is a pill, most bitter-
Yet, I may not intervene, so I do naught!
As your Father, this pains my heart!
Though I have not lain mine eyes
Upon thee, since a time closer to your start,
I have been forced through, estrangement, to realize:
Neither time, nor miles, may serve as impediment
To a paternal love, that seeks not its own glory,
Nor may a 1,000 other pitfalls be a detriment
To the way I read my love for thee, and the story
I choose to tell to the rest of the world!
My heart is coffered, yet for both of you, is left unguarded-
'You are always welcome here'-it remains unfurled-
And has been each day, since we parted!
-Maurice Harris,1 July 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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I became a loner. I became a mountain man. A lot of those things are very good qualities and they help you do your work, help you be singular and keep the artistic integrity of your work intact, but they don't make it very easy to live your life.
quote by John Milius
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Do not tell me about your love [2]
Do not tell me about your love,
when I cannot phone you when I want to,
when you put the things between us in words
or loneliness will only cut deeper into me
and I wonder where your joys lie
(let the end of our love never begin)
and every time that you do not phone
my heart feels stripped and cold.
Do not tell me about your love,
as sometimes I wonder if you are only pretending
that you want to share your time with me
and I wonder where your joys lie
why your peculiar behaviour do not bother you,
you rub me like emery
when you put the things between us in words.
Let me keep on pretending
as I know there’s love in your heart
that you want to share your time with me
before I cancel that which is between us forever
or my heart, my voice will go silent.
Do not tell me about your love,
as for me there may only be heartache
when you come out with the real truth
as I know there’s love in your heart
and when at times I want to hesitate
I may realize that I am just wasting my time
when you put the things between us in words,
I may be astonished
and if you really love me,
when you come out with the real truth
it may bless or wreck everything
and for your attention I will never beg.
Do not tell me about your love,
when you put the things between us in words
if you truly adore me
or loneliness will only cut deeper into me
and if you really love me,
let the end of our love never begin.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Positive Thinker
Am I a good thinker?
Can I see what others don't?
Am I a daring person?
Can I do what others do not like to do?
Or others are afraid to do?
Am I a creative and imaginative person?
Can I see the invisible?
Can I feel the intangible?
Can I achieve the impossible?
Am I a contemplating person?
Am I a self-reflective person?
Am I a confidence person?
Am I a self-reliance person?
Can I be a perfect person?
Can I be a clever person?
Can I be a smart thinker person?
Above all,
I prefer to be
A simple person
With a positive attitude,
Not only accept positive things,
But willing to accept negative things.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Manipulation
Oh, my head! my head! my head!
Lack! for my poor unfortunate head!
Mister de Ville
Has been to feel,
And what do you think he said?
He felt it up, and he felt it down,
Behind the ears, and across the crown,
Sinciput, occiput, great and small,
Bumps and organs, he tickled 'em all;
And he shook his own, as he gravely said,
'Sir, you really have got a most singular head!
'Why here's a bump,
Only feel what a lump;
Why the organ of "Sound" is an absolute hump;
And only feel here,
Why, behind each ear,
There's a bump for a butcher or a bombardier;
Such organs of slaughter
Would spill blood like water;
Such "lopping and topping" of heads and of tails,
Why, you'll cut up a jackass with Alderman S--.'
[Caetera desunt.]
poem by Richard Harris Barham
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Ive Been Thinking About You
- m. carey - d. cole - r. civils -
Uh baby
Weve known each other
For a long long time
But I never really noticed
All the magic in your eyes
Ive been around you
A thousand times before
And youve always been a friend to me
But now Im wanting more
I must have been so blind
I never realized
Youre the one thats right for me
All the while I couldnt see
And now I feel so strange
Ill never be the same
Going round and round in circles
And I dont know what to do
cause baby
Ive been thinking about you
In the most peculiar way
Ive been thinking about you
Its unbelievable to me
But suddenly I think
Im falling in love with you
Theres no explaining how I feel inside
Im going thru a transformation
Thats so hard for me to hide
I had a revelation that
Finally opened up my eyes
The one I spent a lifetime searching for
Was right here all the time
I was oblivious so very out of touch
All the while I couldnt see
Youre the one thats right for me
And now my world has changed
Ill never be the same
Going round and round in circles
And its all because of you
Sweet baby
Ive been thinking about you
In the most peculiar way
Ive been thinking about you
Its unbelievable to me
But suddenly I think
Im falling in love with you
Ive been thinking about you
In the most peculiar way
Ive been thinking about you
Its unbelievable to me
But suddenly I think
Im falling in love with you
Dont you know
That youre blowing my mind
What you do to me
I cant describe
Baby I cant hold back anymore
I just cant conceal it
Youre the one I really adore
Ive been thinking about you
In the most peculiar way
Ive been thinking about you
(I got you in my mind)
In the most peculiar way
Ive been thinking about you
In the most peculiar way
Ive been thinking about you
Its unbelievable to me
But suddenly I think
Im falling in love with you
Ive been thinking about you
In the most peculiar way
Ive been thinking about you
Its unbelievable to me
But suddenly I think
Im falling in love with you
Ive been thinking about you
In the most peculiar way
Ive been thinking about you
Its unbelievable to me
But suddenly I think
Im falling in love with you
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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