Sonnet: Resignation- a Virtue
If all attempts to usher justice fails;
If labour hard towards a goal's sheer waste;
If lies, dishonest means still much prevail;
Resign, we must to fate and defeat taste.
If all prayers to God goes without heed;
If mother Nature acts to favour crooks;
If Luck and pluck deserts us too indeed;
Resign, we must to fate’s improper looks.
Yet, Resignation is a virtue too,
Which good man adds to list, he possesses;
A test of humility, we must do;
‘fore God, our performance, well assesses.
Resignation 's, a feather in one's cap,
By which we put our problems in God's lap!
poem by John Celes
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Resign my brain.
Knows bored, minds cored.
Your fate has come rewound.
I thought the day I'd die you'd rule.
Rewind my sense.
Range choice of live expense.
Days come, nights fall.
Fix all mistakes, rule all.
When is locked in.
Set back within your realm of violence.
If you see anything, soon we'll rise.
Resign, my brain.
Knows bored, minds cored.
Your fate has come, rewound.
I said the day I'd rule you'd die.
Resign my friend.
Knows bored, minds cored.
Your fate has come rewound.
I said the day I'd rule you'd die
song performed by by Obituary
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Sonnet: Fortune
When fortune does not favour us, 'tis Fate;
When Fortune favours us, we call it Luck;
Some realise this only when 'tis late;
Some call the art of getting luck as pluck.
Thus, Destiny is in our very hands;
We can well change our plight if it is bad;
On how the pilot drives, aeroplane lands;
A lazy man makes life for himself sad.
A coward takes refuge in word called 'Fate',
The brave will fight their way till success comes;
Sometimes, 'tis tough to open success gate;
Great bitterness exists in ripe red-plums.
Why blame or praise the Stars that stay always?
Our labour sustained brings us our D-days.
poem by John Celes
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Poor David Hume is dying fast, but with more real cheerfulness and good humor and with more real resignation to the necessary course of things, than any whining Christian ever dyed with pretended resignation to the will of God.
quote by Adam Smith
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The fate of a life
Everybody
Lives In hope
Have l
Two of faith in fate
Keeps on working
Trying to fulfill
The dreams
One saw
If one succeeds
Its hard work for
Him
Fate for others
If he fails
It’s fate for him
Lack of hard work
For others
Life
Goes on and on
End of the day
When one dies
It’s the fate
Which seals
The fate of a life
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Resignation, not mystic, not detached, but resignation open-eyed, conscious, and informed by love, is the only one of our feelings for which it is impossible to become a sham.
quote by Joseph Conrad
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An Epitaph On The Late Lord Mount--Cashel.
Children are snatch'd away sometimes,
To punish Parents for their Crimes.
Thy Mother's Merit was so great,
Heav'n hasten'd thy untimely Fate,
To make her Character complete.
Tho' many Virtues fill'd her Breast,
'Twas Resignation crown'd the rest.
poem by Mary Barber
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My Sorry Mistakes
All of my prayers have been surely answered, but all that I have done is take it all for granted. How many times must I test my fate, maybe perhaps until I reach those pearley gates? So will I ever learn, and get this stuff straight, or will I continuosely test my own fate? And before I know it, it will be too late, to set things straight.
poem by Katie Gillmore
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Luck And Labour Mate
Early or late
You will get
At any rate
What's in fate
So, don't desperate
Fate is made
With fingers ten
As sound behest
Of earnest rain
Luck and Labour mate
poem by Bhoj Pal Singh
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Reverence For Life
Oh how precarious life is now.
No one knows what to do.
Should we close our eyes and shut our ears
and pray for miracles to come true?
Or stand up tall and hope for the best
and abolish all of our fears?
The tenuous situation in the Gulf
is affecting the life we revere.
But reverence for life is based on love
and a future without it is bleak.
The wave of violence and stupidity
seems to be at its peak.
We sleep through truth and awaken to lies
and resign ourselves to fate.
And sense and sensibility in most of us
is hanging like a weight.
This weight is an albatross around our neck
that's been choking us for too long.
We've allowed the few to rule the many
and hidden from what is wrong.
Is it too late?
Only time will tell.
No one knows for sure.
But I offer my my prayers for Mother earth
in the hopes that she will endure.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Doth Then The World Go Thus?
Doth then the world go thus? doth all thus move?
Is this the justice which on earth we find?
Is this that firm decree which all doth bind?
Are these your influences, Powers above?
Those souls, which vice's moody mists most blind,
Blind Fortune, blindly, most their friend doth prove;
And they who thee, poor idol Virtue! love,
Ply like a feather tossed by storm and wind.
Ah! if a Providence doth sway this all,
Why should best minds groan under most distress?
Or why should pride humility make thrall,
And injuries the innocent oppress?
Heavens! hinder, stop this fate; or grant a time
When good may have, as well as bad, their prime!
poem by William Henry Drummond
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Fate Factor
You choose your fate
By the things you do
If you are good
Your fate will be too
Fate does not choose you
It won’t take time to choose you
Just watch what you do
And fate will be good to you
A fate worse than death
For being bad that’s what you get
I’ve been there and back
So I know the facts
Take my advice
Live life right
Just do onto others good
And fate will do onto you
Follow one of the golden rules
Do onto others what you,
Want them to do onto you
And that’s how you choose your fate
poem by LaTisha Parkinson
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Karma
I often hear
Why should I exercise?
I leave my health to fate
Why should I work hard?
I leave it to fate
As if fate
Will do wonders
Without any effort
Do not depend
On fate
Believe it or not
Karma
Ensures fate
Start before you are
Late
You may not have to
Repent later and
&
Curse fate
01-05-2012
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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I Come Out Swinging!
I come out swinging!
I don't need a damn bat.
When I am at home plate...
I aim to send a message.
I do not condone,
A weaking of my fate.
With a static that is 'rapped'.
I've waited too long,
To correct many wrongs.
Those of which...
A stagnation was pitched.
To find me in a pity.
Lost in a deep darkened ditch.
I come out swinging!
I don't need a damn bat.
When I am at home plate...
I aim to send a message.
I do not condone,
A weaking of my fate.
With a static that is 'rapped'.
Nor do I need a pat on my back.
From those who choose to use deception...
As a means to expose my imperfections.
I was the first,
To recognize my blemishes and flaws.
Now I stand at bat.
To hit homeruns,
And dropp disparaging jaws in awe!
I come out swinging!
I don't need a damn bat.
When I am at home plate...
I aim to send a message.
I do not condone,
A weaking of my fate.
With a static that is 'rapped'.
Or give attention to shallow attempts
To mar my presence...
As one less honorable,
Than the one I've been blessed...
With a gratefulness to create.
And strengthened by obstacles that test,
By those who believed my abilities fake.
'Stand back fools.
You seek to dim my natural light.
Okay...
Give me what you've got!
But never make attempts again...
To keep my journey blocked,
With your nonsense and foolish whims.
About 'that'...
I am not!
I am about business.
My business!
Call this vanity if you wish.
Whatever the time you have to waste to do it...
Do it!
And be dismissed,
And quick! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When In High Office
If I can’t do a little thing that’s good,
Why should I work in offices high, then?
If I can’t see that all get enough food,
’Tis better to accept defeat: resign!
If I can’t ensure welfare of the mass,
Why should I decorate the high office?
If I allow my precious time to pass,
Ignoring workers’ conditions, ’tis vice!
The bureaucrat must get all works well done,
With heart of strictness mixed with compassion;
One need not keep everyone on the run,
Because it is the latest one fashion!
Let humaneness prevail in higher-ups;
Refrain from sharing bitterness in cups!
poem by John Celes
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Seven Months
How can I forget you
Disregard how I feel
Silently listen
To the words I cant see
For as long as I have tried
And as low as I can be
I will never resign myself
From the trial I seek
Why should I forgive you
After all that Ive seen
Quietly whisper
When my heart wants to scream
For as long as I have tried
And as low as I can be
I will never resign myself
From the trial I seek
Theres no time to rest
Or to reconsider
For this cruel unsaid, wont concede
For as long as I have tried
And as low as I can be
I will never resign myself
From the trial I seek
song performed by by Portishead
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Dishonest Modesty
(carly simon/zach wiesner)
You come on strong telling everyone
About your latest role
How you saved the movie, stole the show
Well everybody knows
And if you have no time for all your offers
Youll see that I get called
And if you have no time for all your men
Youll see that I get balled
Well I dont expect humility
But what about some good old fashioned dishonest modesty
You say that you can understudy
All the other parts
You can write a song that will make us cry
That touches all our hearts
And you can house and garden
Vogue and glamour, mademoiselle
But I know you can bitch and screw
And penthouse just aswell
I dont expect humility
But what about some good old dishonest modesty
You try to be unique
But somehow somethings wrong
cause your flower childish vision of life
Cannot last too long
Youre over thrity and underweight
Though you call yourself petite
And you hang around with all the clowns
You think theyre so elite
Well I dont expect humility
But what about some good old fashioned dishonest modesty
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Sorry
I must apologise to you.
A promise made should then be kept
but are not always I accept
Sometimes you try to no avail.
You do your best but still you fail,
poor circumstances can prevail.
The best laid plans can go awry
no matter how hard you my try.
When bad luck which you can’t defy
decides your efforts to deny.
You must face the reality
accepting with humility.
Your plans will never come to be.
You tried your best but failed the test
So set your troubled mind at rest.
There are some things you cannot do.
21-Apr-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Bombe Alaska
Bombe Alaska
(on the resignation of Sarah Palin as Alaska Governor)
I wonder what unearthly sign
told Sarah Palin to resign.
What line-up of the stars or snow
told her it was time to go?
Did the #1 dude get tough
and tell his wife enough’s enough?
Or was retreat a better plan
than public spats with Letterman?
While experts rush to make the call,
she may yet outfox us all.
Does she have a big agenda
for the twenty twelve Obama ender?
No, she’ll never dropp that bomb.
She’s just a feral soccer mom.
No more dreams of great omniscience.
She’s Palin into insignificance.
poem by Andrew Prowse
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Be able to resign. It will improve your value to the President and do wonders for your performance.
quote by Donald Rumsfeld
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Fate of a votary is written by God
Fate of a votary is written by God
Can it be changed now and then?
No, it can not be changed by men,
Regarding fate none is ready to nod,
If a baby is born to a rich person,
That baby becomes a rich man in life,
Then he marries to a wealthy wife,
What about the fate of a poor man’s son?
Every fate depends upon NATURE,
By Nature a rich to a poor is addressed,
Nature also brightens a poor son’s future,
ON the mercy of Lord a fate is stressed,
Nature can make a hill to a creature,
If God likes, it can be changed or redressed.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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