To Attest To It
You're very much humane!
With your love towards me and of your concerns;
To attest to it,
For the very intent,
To support me,
For, everything in this life is possible! !
And, to attest to it from my experiences,
Because, you're very much humane.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Boomerang
Anger a Boomerang destructive..
To self own itself an enemy afflicted
Never can anger bond with the opponent
Instead can acquire grudgeful resentment
What else than being angry, angered then..
A thought of 'why' could be
Erratic, errorful itself On self own
Than on others erratic, errorful
O'dear friend
Attest, can any one errorless..no
Pray thereso by self's conscience
For no anger, no sin
O'dear friend
Attest, can anyone erroless...yes
So if there, pervades then love wholesome
A Boomerang constructive sans anger
O'dear friend, you decide on a Boomerang
Constructive or destructive..
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Heard From Those Purging
There is a mega gap exisiting between,
Those who wish to be seen as being righteous...
And those who exemplify the meaning,
By the ones who attest,
They have witnessed their actions in progress.
Confessions with testaments,
Heard from those purging their self righteousness...
Seem first to offer 'and' suggest,
What they value with a knowing is for others the best.
There is something about one who is humble,
With a doing done without seeking attention.
But becomes discovered by others,
They have gained to benefit from these deeds.
And when those self righteous begin to protest,
It is often disappointment with others they leave.
There is a mega gap exisiting between,
Those who wish to be seen as being righteous...
And those who exemplify the meaning,
By the ones who attest,
They have witnessed their actions in progress.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mermaids
Does it feel like religion
Does it crush your old ideas?
Well fold me in paper
I've got some here
And show me the warrant
To which I will attest
put me in handcuffs I'll give it a rest
The light through he windows
Casts doubt on the mermaids
And they sing at the bottom of the sea
You've run out of business
In light of what you want
You've come wielding plastic
And gone straight to the front
You've rejigged and counted, it's a mountain not too much
I'll give you my credence if that's not enough
The light through he window
Casts down on the mermaids
And they sink to the bottom of the sea
You're reading the letters that no-one ever wrote
I'm moving through something
I travel in hope
So read me the warrant, to which i will attest
Put me in handcuffs ill give it a rest
The light through he window
Casts down on the mermaids
And they sing at the bottom of the sea
song performed by by I Am Kloot
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Limit
Tempo!
Limit;
My brain,
Your brain,
Einstein's brain! !
In common,
But, to drive us apart with negative minds.
Tempo!
Limit;
My brain,
Your brain,
Einstein's brain! !
In common,
But to hold us together with positive works.
Toad, load, road, broad!
Ignominious,
Tent, intent;
test, attest;
Mutter, butter, cutter, utter, gutter, putter! !
But, let us all try to do positive works only in this life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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On Miltiades
Miltiades! thy valor best
(Although in every region known)
The men of Persia can attest,
Taught by thyself at Marathon.
poem by William Cowper
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As one who has often felt this need, and who has found refreshment in wild places, I attest to the recreational value of wilderness.
quote by George Aiken
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I actually was class clown, but I don't know how that happened because I've never been considered an outwardly funny person-as the people in this room will attest.
quote by Janeane Garofalo
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Becker
To attest to the truth and to swing with the muse of love,
Handsome for the moon and beautiful for the sun;
But the heavens must be missing this voice from you,
And, i am the one who wants to set you free.
I am sitting here lonely and thinking about you,
For i can see your lovely face very far away! !
And i am rooted to the grounds of the facts of your sweet love;
But the reality of my life is to love you.
My sweet Becker and, my sweet lover!
Words cannot say much about your beauty;
And the heavens must have missed your voice!
But i will live on to love you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Angela Burdett-Coutts
Long with us, now she leaves us; she has rest
Beneath our sacred sod:
A woman vowed to Good, whom all attest,
The daylight gift of God.
poem by George Meredith
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The statements of four witnesses of unquestioned integrity, traveling with me that day, attest that such comments were never made and confirm that it simply did not happen.
quote by Paul Crouch
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It is deeply shocking and incomprehensible to me that despite volumes of documentation and living witnesses who can attest to the horrors of the Holocaust, there are still those who would deny it.
quote by Mark Udall
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Like A Sponge
One day you will realize,
You have become saturated with my love.
And like a sponge,
You have taken what I have given to you for granted.
To absorb as if my giving is unlimited.
And from it you come to go to sometimes run again.
As if there for you to use upon request.
However...
What is next for me is to experience my own happiness.
And to this I can attest,
There has been little to less to detect of your contribution.
That is why I can leave you and be relieved,
What I have is in abundance to be appreciated by someone else.
Who accepts what I have to offer as an exchanging of rewards.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ars Gratia Artis
ARS GRATIA ARTIS
‘Hoc fecit Keating’ – he’ll attest:
“Hock, fake it, cheating – we’ll arrest! ”
24 July 1977
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Toy Soldiers Leaden Eyed - Acrostic Mata Hari
TOY SOLDIERS LEADEN EYED
My life foams fast, spurts sudden surge,
Appraise past fancy, sullen urge,
Then see toy soldiers leaden eyed
Attest failed flight, time, grace denied.
Here at my post I’m posted, tied,
And no-one dares to act as guide.
Right, tight, where Hell’s four streams converge:
I stand and wait... serve on lead’s purge!
5 December 1990 revised 10 January 2009
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Toy Soldiers Leaden Eyed
My life foamed fast, in sudden surge,
All passing fancies, sullen urge, -
The child’s toy soldiers, leaden eyed,
Attest failed flight which Time defied.
Here at my post I’m posted, tied,
And none now dares to be my guide.
Right, tight, where Hell’s four streams converge:
I wait awhile, .............. how lead does purge!
5 December 1990
poem by Jonathan Robin
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'Erin Go Braugh' I attest
is the Gaelic phrase that's known best;
But I swear it is better
how she's wearing that sweater
as Erin go bra-less.
quote by by Chuck Audette
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Actors are boring when they are not working. It's a natural condition, because they don't have anything to do. They just lay around, and that's why so many of them get drunk. They really get to be boring people. My wife will attest to that.
quote by James Coburn
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To Who It Concerns
to who it concerns
My homework will be late
It fell onto my pancakes
and stuck to my plate
To who it Concerns
My mom made me write this
and I'm just a kid
so how can i fight this
To who it concerns
I lost my assignment
maybe I'll get lucky
solitary confinement
To who it concerns
I just turned 15
too short to be shortstop
too plain to be queen
to who it concerns
I'm great with a ball
but boys don't watch tomboys
as they're cruising the hall
to who it concerns
I'm not made of steel
when I get blind sighted
my pain is quite real
i don't mean to squawk
but it really burns
so I thought i'd just mention it
to who it concerns
By Kristine Sisk
poem by Erin Ryytty
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By Their Works
Call him not heretic whose works attest
His faith in goodness by no creed confessed.
Whatever in love's name is truly done
To free the bound and lift the fallen one
Is done to Christ. Whoso in deed and word
Is not against Him labours for our Lord.
When he, who, sad and weary, longing sore
For love's sweet service sought the sisters' door
One saw the heavenly, one the human guest
But who shall say which loved the master best?
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Brought To Book
You have a face,
A facebook page.
Where all your woes you write
And fears assuage.
In your entourage you say
I have more and more each day.
From far and wide from east and west
As everyone can attest.
They've seen you rise
And seen you fall,
You have too many to recall.
You do not see, you do not call
They're scarcely really friends at-all.
poem by Paul Brookes
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Coven Of Books
Luckily my new red chair does not
provide the care I expected, thus
soft cover copies of "The Choice
for Love" by Rodegast and Stanton
and "La Grammaire à l'Oeuvre" by
Barson have to support my back
Keyboard elevated upon Harrap's
New French/English Dictionary &
screen perched atop Webster's 3rd
International Dictionary, children's
books, Oxford Hachette and old
diaries strewn about me
It is lucky I love books in all forms,
constructing a coven of books the
next best thing to actually reading
enchanting volumes; many eye-
witness accounts attest to the
existence of Akashic records
To be studied to learn everything,
awareness after physical death
promises to hold such bookish
delights, I am thrilled, hope
to meet some fellow
book-lovers there!
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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