Every man is wise when attacked by a mad dog; fewer when pursued by a mad woman; only the wisest survive when attacked by a mad notion.
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Every man is wise when attacked by a mad dog fewer when pursued by a mad woman only the wisest survive when attacked by a mad notion.
quote by Robertson Davies
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A dog barks when his master is attacked. I would be a coward if I saw that God's truth is attacked and yet would remain silent.
quote by Pearl S. Buck
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No One Simply Can Do Unto Others
Stand back,
And watch those who had once attacked others...
Now be themselves attacked.
Why is it,
People just do not get it?
No one simply can do unto others,
And not be done.
And those who cry out the loudest?
Well...
What more can be said about that?
Could it be...
They are receiving a delivery?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Hitler came for the Jews... I was not a Jew, therefore, I was not concerned. And when Hitler attacked the Catholics, I was not a Catholic, and therefore, I was not concerned. And when Hitler attacked the unions and the industrialists, I was not a member of the unions and I was not concerned. Then, Hitler attacked me and the Protestant church
Martin Niemoller in Congressional Record, October 14, 1968
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I believe, based on the activities, and I am not an expert on terrorism by any stretch, but I believe that when they attacked the United States and they attacked New York and Washington, D.C., they thought they could defeat us.
Fragile
Don’t look further than my shell
I don’t want you to see my inner hell
Nothing I feel compares
To the way your love scares
Don’t get too close to the flame
I don’t want to be the one to blame
When I break and react
You will get attacked that’s a fact
Don’t search too hard to find me
I don’t want you to see what I can be
If I lose control and let it appear
I don’t want you to have that fear
I warned you to stay away
I didn’t want you to have to pay
But still you came and attacked my walls
And now that devil has all the calls
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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The pain never goes away
The pain of abuse
Has never gone away for me.
It has stayed with me everyday.
I may as well still be
Being attacked.
For my soul is attacked
Every day from the pain
That I do feel.
My soul is scared
My heart a heavy sack.
My mind a mess of a mess
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Like No Other That Identifies
He is not attacked because he is right.
He is attacked because he dares to be right.
He dares to defy those on the side of lies.
And eyes wide open need not to have experience...
To observe the divisiveness within them that exist!
They wish to remain addicted to this.
This 'fix' applied to their ignorance,
It is much too expensive!
Although it is an observation,
They prefer to keep secretly well hidden.
And he does not have to be black at all.
To point out these facts...
Backtracking on a progress,
That remains historically stalled!
He could be of any color.
But he is not easily the one sidetracked.
And those who follow him agree...
He is like no other that identifies...
With the need to move forward,
Desperately!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tie your bulls
Man beat man with whom
His wife or daughter has slept.
Woman beat woman with whom
Her husband has affairs.
Who strays is spared and
The respondents are attacked.
My cow roams; tie your bulls.
It is barbarism to show
Violence at consensual sex.
25.02.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Born To Be Beautiful Defended
I know people went on their rant
about my poem “Born to Be Beautiful”,
now I take a stand.
Well let me say and defend,
I write first hand my unknown friend.
Who gave you the right to decide
for a person whose tired of the fight.
The fight to look skinny and to fit in,
tired of going to the health center and the gym.
Tired of the media and the fake looking ads,
of some of the skinny models on Prozac.
Now, tell me, tell me,
have you ever been attacked?
Attacked for being fat?
Now “fat” is the “protection”
for a lot of souls,
who knowingly incarnate
with fat as their goal.
Now you tell me can you
control karma too?
Are you God/Goddess who thinks it through?
I don’t think so, because there’s more written in the skies,
Accept everyone’s karma
and say “no” to an “eye for an eye”.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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The Scorpion and The Cockroach
It was in a cleanly washed jam jar that Frank put them in,
he wanted to know which would survive, which one would win.
The scorpion wasted no time as it arched its back and struck,
but the cockroach quite unaffected, for a way out it did look.
The roach disliked being attacked and tried to climb the jar’s side,
but the glass was too steep and smooth, and so it couldn’t hide.
Repeatedly it tried to climb the jar, but it fell upon its back
and so the scorpion launched another ferocious attack.
The cockroach tried desperately to become upright once again,
as the scorpion’s venomous tail tried to strike the roach’s brain.
With a flick of its sturdy wings the roach became upright,
but still it didn’t resist attack, or put up a fight.
The battle weary scorpion grew tired of attacking its foe
and ceased hostilities at least for a moment or so.
But then the cockroach became hungry and had a desire to eat,
so approached the scorpion and nibbled at its feet.
This act of war enraged the scorpion and so it attacked again,
but the roach never flinched and gave no sign of pain.
The scorpion was exhausted and couldn’t attack any more,
it collapsed breathing deeply on the glass jar floor.
The roach attacked the tail the part with the deadly sting
and severed off a large piece to show who was king.
As the ravenous roach gorged itself on the fresh food supply
the scorpion panicked and gave escaping another try.
Frantically running around the jar at high speed it went
until it suddenly stopped, all its energy was spent.
Meanwhile the busily eating cockroach paid it no mind
this scorpion was going nowhere until mealtime.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Reproved
Flat on their backs like flapjacks.
Rustled and stirred,
Like they've been attacked by wolves.
Wasn't it just yesterday,
These clowns strolled around...
As if they ruled the world?
As if their excrement did not stink.
And here they lay on the brink,
Of much exposed sorrow!
Flat on their backs like flapjacks.
Rustled and stirred,
Like they've been attacked by wolves.
They exclaimed they needed to get to the meat of it!
Not expecting they would become 'the meat' of it eatened.
Wasn't it just yesterday,
These clowns strolled around...
As if they ruled the world?
As if their excrement did not stink.
And here they lay on the brink,
Of much exposed sorrow!
Too many of them have borrowed time from others...
To plot their deceptions.
To flourish in receptions of grandeur.
To discredit the honest.
To defame those of good characters.
And now they seek redemption for their treachery?
The only cheek I turn,
Is the one that conceals a balled fist in my pants pocket!
These people can not be forgiven for the loss of lives.
They caused while in the creation of tremendous lies told!
Wasn't it just yesterday,
These clowns strolled around...
As if they ruled the world?
As if their excrement did not stink.
And here they lay on the brink,
Of much exposed sorrow!
Flat on their backs like flapjacks.
Rustled and stirred,
Like they've been attacked by wolves.
And they should...
Be attacked!
In public reprimand.
To show these blood sucking reptiles,
Have been reproved!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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January 26,2011until.......
And I'm thinking of wars. Although, one, understands nothing. So I share what I know. A country called Syria that calls for democracy. Living subtracted from their civil rights for almost 40 years. Passed from father to son the power. And an entire population, a generation of dumb slaves, humiliated, without rights, calls now for free!
Who can help? Who can stop the worst of wars, which is a civilian? destroying over each other until nothing remains. Until someone asks... What's left? Where do we go?
Then comes the application of human rights, the famous Geneva Convention. But it seems that war is deaf to such international appeals. Doctors Without Borders, Red Cross, working almost alone, in another war, to save lives. Are attacked, can not be fixed, the conflict is also nomadic.
And in this way, the innocent perish. The sons of war, babies, mothers and fathers of war. The blood of an entire people poured out of greed and veneration of power.
Emerge also international interests. Some help others destroy, and more guns and fewer supplies. And fewer hospitals and fewer professionals. Finally, fewer lives.
How many chances throw away, how many dead Gênius, how many silent poets, writers, teachers, humanists.
The world loses again.
poem by Mirna Morgan
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Battle of the Herrings
A fishing action
North of France
1429 took place
Cause of battle
French vs. English
Anticipation/baited breath
River – flat plain
Set up strategy
Hook/line/sinker
British attacked first
French were slow
English bombarded fish
French did not
want to get
their shoes wet
Were most certain
outflanked by British
French counter attacked
Used Brie instead
of slippery worms
Won the fishing
competition – yelled Viva’
la fishermen French
“What was that”?
asked the English
“What’s the matter
with you cockneys
Hard of Herring? ”
'2008'
poem by Robert Sheridan
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Born to Be Beautiful Defended
I know people went on their rant
about my poem 'Born to Be Fat'.
Well let me say and defend,
I write first hand my unknown friend.
Who gave you the right to decide
for a person whose tired of the fight.
The fight to look skinny and to fit in,
tired of going to the health center and the gym.
Tired of the media and the fake looking ads,
of some of the skinny models on Prozac.
Now, tell me, tell me,
have you ever been attacked?
Attacked for being fat?
Now 'fat' is the 'protection'
for a lot of souls,
who knowingly incarnate
with fat as their goal.
Now you tell me can you
control karma too?
are you God/Goddess who
thinks it through?
I don't think so,
because there's
more written in the skies,
Accept everyone's karma
and say 'no' to an 'eye for an eye'.
Written by Christina Sunrise
www.christinasunrise.com www.purplepoems.com
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Thunderforce
Thunder- thunderforce
Thunder- thunderforce
In a lonely night- stars are shining bright
My soul is wandering- striking the universe
I am flying to a light- to a point of no return
In the name of a master- some spirit picks me up
Oh- I feel the heat
Getting attacked- Im fighting back
Oh- is this the light- the light of glory
Thunder- thunderforce- lightning strikes again
Thunder- thunderforce- lightning strikes again
Getting closer- you will see- the master- thats yourself, oh yeah
Oh- I feel the heat
Getting attacked- Im fighting back
Oh- is this the light- the light of glory
Thunder- thunderforce- lightning strikes again
Thunder- thunderforce- lightning strikes again
Thunder- thunderforce- striking the universe
Thunder- thunderforce- getting attacked- Im fighting back
Thunder- thunderforce- lightning strikes again
Thunder- thunderforce- dancing on fire- dancing in hell
Thunderforce
song performed by by U. D. O.
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If we are attacked we can only defend ourselves with guns not with butter.
quote by Joseph Goebbels
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I always feel attacked when I'm asked about my painting.
quote by Georg Baselitz
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Dreiser... I love... and almost wouldn't speak to anyone who ever attacked him.
quote by Marguerite Young
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No amount of humanitarian assistance can protect people from being attacked.
quote by Jan Egeland
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