Why Me?
When the hopes are hassled
And relationships are rattled
Naïveté asks, why me?
When wishes are whacked
And dreams are dashed
Naïveté asks, why me?
When fantasies are fettered
And blessings are battered
Naïveté asks, why me?
When desires are demolished
And ambitions are admonished
Naïveté asks, why me?
When temptations are traumatized
And passions are pulverized
Naïveté asks, why me?
Strangely,
Naïveté with influence
And naïveté with affluence
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with name
And naïveté with fame
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with health
And naïveté with wealth
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with fiefdom
And naïveté with wisdom
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with beauty
And naïveté with booty
Never asks, why me?
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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I'm guilty of extraordinary naivete, I suppose. But it's a naivete that I really don't want to abandon, not even now.
quote by Jock Sturges
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To Stay In A Shared Mutual Interest
I would love to experience,
That initial spark of love...
With a bit of naïveté.
An innocence that stays,
With a freshness...
That doesn't soon go away.
I would love to experience,
That delicious kiss...
As if that kiss was the first.
And thirst for more,
From that one I adored.
I would love to feel my heart pound.
My speech hurried by incomplete sentences.
And be looked upon,
As if I am the only one in view existing.
I would love to experience,
That initial spark of love...
With a bit of naïveté.
I would,
If I could only forget those times that came...
As I stood babbling to bore,
Until I became ignored.
To be left without a hint of an explanation.
This time I wish,
For just a 'bit' of naïveté...
And not total 'stupiditay'
To stay in a shared mutual interest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I gravitated to acting out of a mixture of instinct, naivete and opportunity.
quote by Jeffrey Combs
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I think there's a lot of naivete and hubris within our mix of personalities. That's probably our worst crime. I keep wondering what a ""mature"" record means.
quote by Ian Williams
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You study, you learn, but you guard the original naivete. It has to be within you, as desire for drink is within the drunkard or love is within the lover.
quote by Henri Matisse
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Naivete
Is that all america
Bad television living in denial I know
cause I dont wanna know
Wanna run wanna fly
Let my illusions take me through the night
Its alright wanna be the light
I was born in a cardboard box
New york city 1963
Poetry readings and bohemians
Now inspiration floats around me like a cloud so loud
I can hear you sing like an angel
Merilee merilee she takes forever
But shes always laughing laughing about anything
I could be so happy
As long as my friends are hangin around me
Are we all fast food and no introspection
All done with mirrors but no real reflection
I wanna live in my own little world
Where inspiration floats around me like a cloud so loud
I can hear you sing like an angel
Naivete this world is lost on me
Naivete I dont wanna know anyway
I always pictured my life this way
As two women order their chardonnay
Sitting alone in some dirty cafe
Where inspiration floats around me like a cloud so loud
I can hear you sing like an angel
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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Nothing is beautiful, only man: on this piece of naivete rests all aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add its second: nothing is ugly but degenerate man - the domain of aesthetic judgment is therewith defined.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Yvette
what we like in her
is her naivete
she snobs you
when you are not needed
yet all smiles when
she has a request
brought in the strictest
principle of utilitarianism
sometimes you feel
that you are nothing but
a used
or second-hand thing,
after she
drops you like that hot potato
her fingers
fold
today i meet
and i am ready for once
to slay this monster
with all my own fire.
i will burn
and vanish her forever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Those Things You Do
You have naughty ploys!
Yeah,
You do.
Stratagems placed,
To lay before...
An unsuspecting face.
And I wish I was not so jaded,
To expose my innocence and naïveté.
Whatever is left of it.
But the patience I once had,
Is even more limited.
So I too could enjoy,
Those things you do...
With a smoothness you exude.
But I've already been fooled and tricked.
However,
There is something done you do...
That provides an amusement with it!
'You light up my life,
With those eyes.
Are you from Cincinnati? '
Yes!
You too?
'Oh! Ooooh.
No.
I'm sorry.
I thought you were someone else.'
I'm sure you did.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Epigram on Seeing Miss Fontenelle in a Favourite Character
Sweet naivete of feature,
Simple, wild, enchanting elf,
Not to thee, but thanks to Nature,
Thou art acting but thyself.
Wert thou awkward, stiff, affected,
Spurning Nature, torturing art;
Loves and Graces all rejected,
Then indeed thou'd'st act a part.
poem by Robert Burns
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Naiveté
We all are born naive at birth
Ingenuous for what it’s worth.
The cure is in the things we learn
From childhood to adult that’s earned.
Yet some of us of age remain
A child, a lamb their both the same
The naiveté are most beguiled
By those of us so versatile
Among the rank and file we lurk
And prey on you with clever words.
Word to the wise from one who knows
Be careful of the ones who pose
To be your special pal or friend
One might deceive you in the end.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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A Bittersweet Rise Of Naiveté
a troubled child wanders the streets
orphaned at birth, she knows nothing different
passers-by ignore her lonely tears
her gaze has never met the eyes of this world
while her identity remains,
she is not recognized
it’s hard not to wonder
how her voice goes unheard
for how long will her aimlessness intensify?
with a bittersweet rise of naiveté,
her existence drifts away
her name is faith
will you lend her a shoulder?
poem by Manny Negron
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The Sun That Has Come To Set
To say that greed and the affect of it,
Is not the main ingredient...
That is the reason,
Causing people the world over...
To express an increase of unrest that upsets,
Can be likened to someone noticing the Sunset...
For the very first time!
To have ignored it and its process!
As if those feeding themselves to greed believe,
With pretentious and 'conscious' naïveté...
Their actions will be forever condoned.
And the Sun that has come to set on the horizon...
Is a creation of their own!
'Incredible!
Who else has been able to witness this? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My father said, 'Politics asks the question Is it expedient Vanity asks Is it popular But conscience asks Is it right'
quote by Dexter Scott King
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Cowardice asks: Is it safe? Expediency asks: Is it politic? But Conscience asks: Is it right?
quote by William Punshon
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Cowardice asks Is it safe Expediency asks Is it politic But Conscience asks Is it right
quote by William Punshon
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Shame On Me
It started out all wrong
I wasnt thinking
Everything is wrong
I couldnt see it
I guess I thought that things
Would somehow try and work themselves out
Id like to think its not so easy
To convince myself that everything is going to be ok
Shame on me this time
I was only trying to make the best of this
I should have known
Fool me once then shame on you
Again and I must choose
Between suspicion and naivete
This is what you wanted anyway
This time shame on me
I still believe Im right
Even though I understand your side
You have your reasons
song performed by by Face To Face
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They Would Like to Be Viewed As Peacekeeping Healers
People had spent years...
Sometimes lifetimes,
Creating and presenting their own problems...
At their own detriment!
Today,
They would like to be viewed as peacekeeping healers.
And not confused to be the fools they are.
Seen fumbling over themselves to get a taste of power.
And everything they have touched,
Has become disasterous!
But...
They would prefer that it not be as obvious,
As it is!
Hoping that their actions don't leave those observant...
In disgust!
But trusting in a drug induced naïveté!
And that is the mindset of those who have been 'selected' to lead!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cynic or realist
I don’t donate to charities
which may seem mean in others eyes.
But when I see the fees they pay
to their fund raisers there’s no way.
A large slice of what we donate
is swallowed up as sure as fate.
To pay inflated salaries
and high administrative fees.
A small percentage of the whole
will go towards the stated goal.
It’s possible I may be wrong
but I have been around to long
to swallow their publicity
Which relies on our naivete.
7-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Innocence Of Innocence
So tiny
The little hands
Holding my shrek-like hands firmly
She doesn't wanna be carried anymore
Crawl, crawl, fall, walk, run, the world to explore
Suddenly door bangings and boy dramas
Suddenly a silent sound, her heart hitting the ground
Suddenly identity crisis, clique mentality
Suddenly three-faced, one for mom and dad
One for the world
One, who am I?
Suddenly....
She used to play naked in the rain
She used to love cereal and biscuit
....She was so tiny
...With no care in the world
...But suddenly...
She's all alone...mom, dad died...
The world defined love as sex
The lungs that awoke her mum in the middle of night's sleep
Now nags the man she loves in the middle of love's death
She was small...the world was big
After burying so many dreams
She buried herself
The world got to her
The neatest view of a soul
Found in the eyes of a child
The cleanest room of mankind
Found in the mind of a child
No sooner hath the child begun to walk
Doth the world begin to dump its junk
On the most naïve creature
Naiveté oh naivete!
The things I long to un-know
The words I long to un-hear
The visions I long to un-see
The deeds I wish to undo
The phrases I wish to unsay
The right to smoke
The right to drink
The right to cheat
The right to sin
What happened to those tiny hands?
Lost somewhere in eternity, as shrek-like hands
Never fails to give a shrek for a shrek
If ever my friend, your memory lets you stroll down its lane
Find the innocence of innocence...
And rebirth it.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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