Three qualities for pride of manhood!
Feeling shy while others praise exuberantly,
Bearing patiently while somebody speak of you indifferently,
Doing virtuous deeds to everybody like clouds pouring rains
without discrimination to anybody are the three qualities
for pride of manhood! (thirikatukam 6)
The present scenario is to influence people
to arrange for praising profusely and periodically,
critisizing persons who pinpoint their mistakes,
and doing things for their own benefits indirectly!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Praise Up
Keep on praising, keep on praising
Praise up praise up
Praise up your mind to find a way to live
Keep on praising, keep on praising, keep on praising
Praise up all you people living in your fantasy
Praise up all you people trapped in mental captivity
Gonna free your mind, gonna free your mind
Right now with this feeling, feeling
Keep on praising, keep on praising
Praise up, praise up
Praise up your mind to a fine fine way to live
Keep on praising, keep on praising, keep on praising
Its your expression, its your expression
Its your expression that is leading me to see
Open up your eyes, this aint no compromise
Praise up on lord with this feeling right now
Oh lord what a feeling
Keep on praising, keep on praising
song performed by by G. Love & Special Sauce
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Take Corrective Steps
There is no map,
To tap or pinpoint those frustrations...
Periodically coming,
As if long lost friends with memories to share...
You wish would just go away.
Nor are there reasons to obey,
Routines that are kept treasured...
As if loyal, devoted and loving pets!
Does your troubles leave you upset?
Why do you let them?
Take corrective steps to feel your best,
Today.
Now!
Things will get easier somehow,
Tomorrow.
And one day your blues will fade.
Before your mind decays!
There is no way to pay for mistakes you've made.
Or no guarantee,
That a patience saved in hesitation...
Will pave the way to make your life okay.
Take corrective steps to feel your best,
Today.
Now!
Things will get easier somehow,
Tomorrow.
And one day your blues will fade.
Before your mind decays!
There is no map,
To tap or pinpoint those frustrations...
Periodically coming,
As if long lost friends with memories to share...
You wish would just go away.
Nor are there reasons to obey,
Routines that are kept treasured...
As if loyal, devoted and loving pets!
Does your troubles leave you upset?
Why do you let them?
To serve and deliver repeated regrets.
Take corrective steps to feel your best,
Today.
Now!
Things will get easier somehow,
And they do...
Tomorrow.
If you stop allowing sorrows,
To borrow time your mind finds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Lie
Apparently there are things I don't even know about myself,
I guess there is someone other than me who knows me best.
Accusing me of lying,
Even went further as to call me a liar.
Saying things that has no relevance,
Hiding behind 'I told you in confidence'.
And you foolish enough to indirectly believe them,
You took it upon yourself instead of asking me a question.
I understand that you are hurt,
But remember there are evil people who take pride in dragging your name through the dirt.
Why lie to the ones you love?
Why keep things from them?
I could never answer for I am the victim.
Now you realize the outcome,
And still you refuse to tell me what's your problem
And I'm just feeling hurt and dumb.
Please tell me what I did wrong! ! !
poem by Anita Khelawan
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Self Praise Stages
When people are in their self praise stages...
They should be given the attention.
Today...
Very few people have hobbies,
Or interests that makes them feel proud.
When people are in their self praise stages...
They should be given the attention.
There is something about people like this,
Others would say are egotistical.
I find them to be inspirational.
So many of the others are caught up,
In backstabbings, defamation of character...
And deep they are in self deception.
So whenever I am around those,
Who are in their self praise stages...
I am amazed they are not professing a self hate.
Or in the reception of doubts and complaints.
However...
Those on stages self praising themselves,
Is a different perspective.
These folks don't have time to be introspective.
Self praising from stages most get paid to do.
This can be compared to individuals,
Who have been 'called' to administer...
A self righteousness affixed to wholesome boredom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scenario
Had enough of the old lonesome-and-blue scenario?
Up for a shot at the old I-love-you scenario?
Man enough to leave your comfort zone
in the good old get-drunk-and-screw scenario?
Let's be real. Love hurts. Even you, you stud, you.
Sure you can handle the old boo-hoo scenario?
Don't even try to guess what she really wants;
get ready for the old you-don't-have-a-clue scenario.
Tell her, "I'll always honor your personhood."
What's more of a drag than the old I'm-a-person-too scenario?
It's never not a good time to say, "My bad."
Don't lean too hard on the old I-never-knew scenario.
Caught in a little white lie? You're in deep shit
if you trapped yourself in the old I-swear-it's-true scenario.
Make sure she's down with each new trick in the sack
or you'll run smack into the old that's-taboo scenario.
Like what you're getting, but not sure she's The One?
You can string her along with the old don't-rock-the-canoe scenario,
but sooner or later it's gut-check time in Texas
and there's no way around the old we're-through scenario
unless you've got the cojones to suck it up
and go all in on the old I-do scenario.
Don't say Eric never told you: lovers
and poets live or die by the old make-it-new scenario.
poem by Eric Torgersen
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Tomorrow and Tomorrow
The pulling string,
which is Time's tether,
brings
and binds
all things
together
in the contoured galleries of our minds.
Piaf has been dead
these thirty years or more
and yet her voice is bought
and sold in any CD store.
Yesterday and tomorrow,
mingled joy and sorrow,
are raw material for the present mind
to spin its webs and bind.
Only the present acts,
begins and ceases,
holds, releases.
The other tenses
only seem.
They
make a mockery of our present senses
and merely dream
the time away.
Release this present moment from its treadmill,
this trudging on from ‘was' to ‘will'.
Locate the very pinpoint
of the here
and the now.
See the very pinpoint disappear
in a gust of autumn laughter
-leaves falling through bare and empty rafters.
'Oh God, ' said Hamlet,
'I could be bounded in a nutshell
and count myself a king of infinite space,
were it not that I have bad dreams.'
If Lord Hamlet would let go his dreaming,
he would be king indeed!
poem by Brian Taylor
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At Hansteen's Bier
God, we thank Thee for the dower
Thou gavest Norway in his power,
Whom in the grave we now shall lay!
Starlit paths of thoughts that awe us
His spirit found; his deeds now draw us
To deeds, as mighty magnets play.
He was the first to stand
A light in our free land;
Of our present the first fair crown,
The first renown,
At Norway's feet he laid it down.
We his shining honors sharing,
And humble now his body bearing,
Shall sing with all the world our praise.
God, who ever guides our nation,
Hath called us to a high vocation
And shown where He our goal doth raise.
People of Norway, glad
Go on, as God us bade!
God has roused you; He knows whereto,
Though we are few.
With Him our future we shall view.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Sonnet- The Bedeviled World
How people change their principles so oft!
How Wolves in sheepskin dressed can kill the flock!
How stooping low can many persons loft!
To crow these days, forgotten has the Cock!
How people speak unnaturally for gain!
How decibels turn soft to achieve things!
How people form a nexus and can feign!
How righteous souls are given just Bee-stings!
The present world just suits the wily lot;
They enjoy life until comes their downfall;
The honest lot is given the back-slot!
How much on swampy ground can bounce a ball?
The present world favors the corrupt folk;
But Egg must have both albumin and yolk!
poem by John Celes
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Cantiga de Santa Maria No. 194
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
so against evil doers it is mighty and fearful.
Concerning this, a miracle happened in the land of Catalonia to a minstrel who sang well, with grace and ease, earning a good living, he came to lodge in the house of a greedy knight
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
who gave him all that he needed that night. However, that base and avaricious knight began to covet so greatly the donkey and clothes belonging to that minstrel that he ordered one of his men, evil and cruel,
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
to go with another of his group and waylay him in a hidden place in the mountains. The man did so gladly, for it was a favorite pastime of his, and I assure you, he was always eager to do dastardly deeds.
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
He took a companion of the same ilk with him. The next morning the minstrel took leave of the knight, and, as soon as he was on his way and they saw him travelling all alone, those two caught him in a steep and rocky place.
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
They dragged him far off the road and did not leave him anything of what he was carrying. Then they decided between them to cut off his head, but neither the Virgin nor Her glorious Son would permit it.
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
While the two were arguing over which one would kill him, they cast lots to see who would go first, but Holy Mary would not allow such a deed to be carried out, for the minstrel cried out loudly: "Mother of the merciful King
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
do not let them kill me, defend me without delay." They, when they heard this, began to run away and lost all feeling in their bodies at that moment so that they could not speak. The minstrel who had been robbed
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
of all he had possessed when he saw that they were in that state, staring at each other and not speaking between themselves, took all his belongings and went away and they remained in great fear of death
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
No one had ever heard tell of such a marvelous miracle that uttering the name of the Virgin might cause a man to feel nothing in his body. However, the prophet said long ago that Her name was as terrible as a mighty army.
Just as the name of the Virgin / is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
The minstrel went on his way, giving joyful praise to the glorious Virgin, salvation of sinners. All who heard of this, both great and small, considered it a noble and merciful miracle.
poem by Alfonso X the Wise
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When ever i speak my mind.
When i speak i mind i feel the power in my breathing rythm.
With fellowship i speak as a child and my words rythm charm.
Whenever i explore i glide with decency to my flow i roll.
I present myself with a touching wink and a wonderful smile.
I respect people's rides cause they use them as their pride.
Though i use to say money dertemines pride but i realised,
that the pride living in me has deceased and left marvelous kindness.
Poetry is stalking me it campaings for everyday painful guiltiness.
Cause of today i will conquer pride and hatred in my palace.
I will honour my enermy eyes cause they will see me when i rise.
Black is dark but i will respond to calling that define places.
Whenever i speak my mind i speak love and peace in our land.
poem by Sipho Khumalo
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It Never Rains
I hear the seven deadly sins
And the terrible twins came to call on you
The bigger they are babe
The harder they fall on you
And you youre always the same you persevere
On the same old pleasure ground
Oh and it never rains around here
It just comes pouring down
You had no more volunteers
So you got profiteers for to help you out
With friends like that babe
Good friends you had to do without
And now theyve taken the chains and the gears
From off your merry-go-round
Oh and it never rains around here
It just comes pouring down
And your new romeo
Was just a gigolo when he let you down
See the faster they are babe
The faster they get out of town
Leaving make up stains and the tears
Of a clown
Yes and it never rains around here
It just comes pouring down
Oh you were just a roller coaster memory
I dont know why I was even passing through
I saw you making a date with destiny
When he came around here asking after you
In the shadow of the wheel of fortune
Youre busy trying to clear your name
You say i may be guilty yeah that may be true
But Id be lying if I said I was to blame
See we could have been major contenders
We never got no money no breaks
Youve got a list of all the major offenders
You got a list of all their major mistakes
And hes just standing on the shadows
Yes and you smile that come-on smile
Oh I can still hear you say as clear as the day
Id like to make it worth your while
Ah but its a sad reminder
When your organ grinder has to come to you for the rent
And all youve got to give him
Is the use of your side-show tent
Yes and thats all that remains of the years
Spent doing to rounds
And it never rains around here
Well it just comes pouring down
Now you know what they say about beggars
You cant complain about the rules
You know what they say about beggars
You know whos the first to blame his tools
You never gave a damn about who you pick up
And leave lying bleeding on the ground
You screw people over on the way up
Because you thought that you were never coming down
And he takes you out in vaudeville valley
With his hand up smothering your screams
And he screws you down in tin pan alley
In the city of a billion dreams
song performed by by Dire Straits
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A Real Hero
A REAL HERO
Some people come into our life and quickly go. Some stay for a while and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same.
We admire some people because they are good at what they do and we want to be like them.
Both actions and character are keys to what it takes to be a hero. Perhaps a person is your hero because he or she is extremely honest, or may be that person fought to improve a bad situation or helped someone in great need.
Recipe of a hero: Although heroes are unique, there is a common denominator. A hero makes a difference to the lives of others, often without fanfare. The influence of a hero's actions can live long after the actual deeds are forgotten.
A hero models the great possibilities of the human spirit. This can help us discover our own talents and heroic qualities.
But remember: Heroes are only human. They may not do everything right all the time.
Learning to understand their mistakes and putting them into perspective is a sign of maturity. So imitate the good in others, while always trying to be our own unique best selves.
poem by Bhumika Wadhwa
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Sonnet: Most People These Days
Some people cheat me; themselves do they cheat!
Some people stab me but I will not die;
Some people spread lies by their loud drumbeat;
But like a log-like Buddha, I still lie!
Some persons mislead but to no avail;
Some persons misinform but can’t succeed;
Some use influence, truth but will prevail;
Soon land you will see! Waters will recede.
These people seem to be blind as a bat;
Their veil of sins covers their earthly eyes;
Money ill-earned can make them thin or fat!
Addicted they’re to a world of big lies!
Just a few good souls God, I seem to see!
And even such minds, confused seem to be.
poem by John Celes
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A Wisdom Patiently Achieved
Looking at them,
Anyone would perceive them to be...
Adults.
But listening to their conversations...
And hearing from them speak,
An overwhelming immaturity...
Immediately those mature,
Would detect a childishness limiting...
Their ability to be accountable.
Or any seriousness taken of responsibilities.
And flaunt they do,
Their children conceived.
With few of them understanding their parental deeds.
Leaving themselves and their communities,
Lacking in comprehension...
Of a discipline and what it takes,
To succeed.
With an applying of experience,
And a combination of mistakes made...
That requires a wisdom patiently achieved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The fact that the internet is so active; people can now speak to me indirectly.
quote by Randy Bachman
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Feeling A Moment
Feeling the moment the slip away
Losing direction you're losing faith
You're wishing for someone
Feeling it all begin to slide
Am I just like you
All the things you do - can't help myself
How do you feel when there's no sun
How do you feel when rain drops come pouring down again
How do you feel when there's no one
Am I just like you
Turning to face what you've become
Bury the ashes of someone
Broken by the strain
Trying to fill that space inside
Am I just like you
All the things you do - can't help myself
How do you feel when there's no sun
How do you feel when rain drops come pouring down again
How do you feel when there's no one
Am I just like you
All the things you do
Don't ever feel
that you're alone
I'll never let you down
I'll never leave you dry
Don't fall apart
Don't let it go
Carry the motion
Carry the motion back to me
Feeling the moment the slip away
Feeling the moment the slip away
Am I just like you
How do you feel when there's no sun
How do you feel when rain drops come pouring down again
How do you feel when there's no one
Am I just like you
song performed by by Feeder
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I'd rather not pinpoint my mistakes.
quote by Ally Sheedy
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There are fine things which you mean to do some day, under what you think will be more favorable circumstances. But the only time that is surely yours is the present, hence this is the time to speak the word of appreciation and sympathy, to do the generous deed, to forgive the fault of a thoughtless friend, to sacrifice self a little more for others. Today is the day in which to express your noblest qualities of mind and heart, to do at least one worthy thing which you have long postponed, and to use your God-given abilities for the enrichment of someone less fortunate. Today you can make your life - significant and worthwhile. The present is yours to do with as you will.
quote by Grenville Kleiser
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Who Is God, That God Needs To Be Praised?
WHO IS GOD THAT GOD NEEDS TO BE PRAISED?
Who is God that God needs to be praised?
Who are we that we are worthy of praising God?
Isn’t this Praise a form of flattery?
And how can God possibly want or need it?
We may need to praise-
Out of Gratitude
We may need to thank God
For all our blessings,
But does God want us to be flatterers
Who think to be rewarded for our praise?
I need to thank God
In that need is the Praise
But Praise alone
Makes both God and me
Seem unworthy.
I thank God
For having given me
This Poem.
If it is a poem.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Think Of The Soul
THINK of the Soul;
I swear to you that body of yours gives proportions to your Soul
somehow to live in other spheres;
I do not know how, but I know it is so.
Think of loving and being loved;
I swear to you, whoever you are, you can interfuse yourself with such
things that everybody that sees you shall look longingly upon
you.
Think of the past;
I warn you that in a little while others will find their past in you
and your times.
The race is never separated--nor man nor woman escapes;
All is inextricable--things, spirits, Nature, nations, you too--from
precedents you come.
Recall the ever-welcome defiers, (The mothers precede them;) 10
Recall the sages, poets, saviors, inventors, lawgivers, of the earth;
Recall Christ, brother of rejected persons--brother of slaves,
felons, idiots, and of insane and diseas'd persons.
Think of the time when you were not yet born;
Think of times you stood at the side of the dying;
Think of the time when your own body will be dying.
Think of spiritual results,
Sure as the earth swims through the heavens, does every one of its
objects pass into spiritual results.
Think of manhood, and you to be a man;
Do you count manhood, and the sweet of manhood, nothing?
Think of womanhood, and you to be a woman; 20
The creation is womanhood;
Have I not said that womanhood involves all?
Have I not told how the universe has nothing better than the best
womanhood?
poem by Walt Whitman
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