Vorgbe
A foolish duffer,
An official capacity,
With the sums of a resistance of an act;
Nothing more or less on this love,
But i loathe! !
Yes to the community of your ideas,
You are sure to enjoy the rich and romantic atmosphere with me;
And like a foolish duffer in the land of the wise men.
Vorgbe my classmate,
I hope you are doing well over there;
For we are like misguided immmigrants on rthis earth!
And like the rule of law in the land of peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Men moving only in an official circle are apt to become merely official -- not to say arbitrary -- in their ideas, and are apter and apter with each passing day to forget that they only hold power in a representative capacity.
quote by William Adams
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Let's have some fun
Let’s have some fun,
And be wild together,
We can scream and laugh,
Then jump and play.
We can have so much fun together,
We’ll chase each other all around,
We will talk about things,
Some people won’t understand,
Or don’t know who or what we are talking about.
Let’s have some fun,
We can annoy so many people,
Including the ones we know and love,
It’s so fun seeing them react.
Let’s confuse so many people,
With the words we say,
And the things we do,
They can look at us weird,
And think we’re crazy,
But we’ll continue on what we love to do.
Let’s have some fun,
We can plan what we would do,
We can do it now,
So we won’t have the problem so much later.
We have so many ideas,
Before school ends this summer,
But as soon as it starts again,
And we gained new friends,
Then we’ll have plenty new ideas for each other to share.
Let’s have some fun,
And try to enjoy life,
It might not be how we like it,
But as long as the people we know are there,
We can enjoy everything we have.
We can enjoy our laugh as one,
Then try not to think about the past,
But think about the people we love,
The ones who are around the most.
Lets have some fun,
Before we part this summer,
We should have those wonderful memories of one another,
Those memories will be with us,
No matter where we go,
Or what we do,
Either together or apart.
poem by Gothic Fairy Princess
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In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.
quote by Wallace Stevens
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Unlimited Capacity For Love
The ends not in sight, its gone way too far,
This could turn our another unwinning war,
It wasnt inherited, certainly not a joke,
So many human hearts, hanging in hope,
Unlimited capacity for love,
Unlimited capacity for love.
And now I must add another to love in my life,
Its one thing to say, to do is another,
If Im capable of adapting without pressured expense,
In a schizoid society in a classic moral sense,
Unlimited capacity for love,
Umlimited capacity for love.
How young I am now, stop counting the weeks,
Were safe from the vois, where theyre still counting sheep,
Put the phone to the floor, youll hear my heart beat,
Some people get married, but Ill never chat,
Unlimited capacity for love,
Unlimited capacity for love.
The ends not in sight, its gone way too far,
This could turn our another unwinning war,
It wasnt inherited, certainly not a joke,
So many human hearts, hanging in hope,
Unlimited capacity for love. (repeat, fade)
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Loath and Fear
If I would rely on phrenology,
Or science, or mythology,
I'd burn down this damned city
And disembark in a conclusion
Of the ugly veracity:
I loathe everything!
I fear everything!
I loathe that I am writing about loathing
And I fear that I might lose every one
Though I barely have anyone,
So I loathe even more on this fear.
I loathe that I write about myself all the time, and
I fear that I might not be writing at all
I loathe that I would narrate a story
In the surreal slopes of enigma, and
I fear, afterwards, that no one will pry
To understand or even console.
I loathe that my mouth cannot mouth
What my hands opted to write, and
I fear that my hands aren't equipped
To write what I cannot mouth.
I loathe even more that I build walls
For people to beat down and divulge
The forlorn boy inside, and yet
I fear to be found.
And I loathe to the point of breaking
That no one ever cared to pry
And that makes me shudder in fear, and
I fear this kind of loathing
And loathe this kind of fear.
I loathe that I cannot gain readers, and
I fear that I may never have
I loathe that readers appreciates the writing
But not the congealed brook
Between the lines of it, and
I fear that they might not even
Appreciate the spilled blood
In every line of it.
I loathe, I fear,
That apart from writing
I am never good at anything
Except maybe from fearing and loathing.
I loathe that I blame the past
For making me loathe a lot, and
For making me fear a lot
For making me loathe sports, and
For making me fear trying
And all the brusquely recreations
And the shame of failing.
I loathe, I fear,
That I was turned
To be a loathing misanthrope
From a fearing diffident
Or perhaps not,
Perhaps, I am both.
I loathe, I fear,
The mad man that I am
Smoking the emaciation out
For I loathe and fear the society
And their chauvinistic beliefs.
I fear that I am ninety pounds flat,
I loathe that I am not doing anything,
And I loathe and fear my loathing and fearing
Because I fear that all I have left
Is my loathing to strengthen myself.
I loathe my poor drinking limit
And I loathe the carousals
As much as I fear encompassing the line
And fearing the toll of carousals
For I never get inebriated
In loathe and fear.
I loathe the carousing table
For they are full of shallow people
Except for one person, perhaps
And I loathe and I fear,
That I may not be him.
I loathe that I am poor
Because I am jobless
And so are my parents.
I loathe, I fear,
That when I finish college
And finally get a job
That I cannot think for myself
Because my shoulders are donned
With so much unsolicited weights;
I loathe that I loathe it
Because it makes me a loathing glutton
Self-centered and loathsome, and
I fear all this loathing
For the very same reasons.
I loathe that I do not have friends
And that I cannot have friends
And that I loathe my friends, and
I fear that I can loathe my friends
Or not having thereof
For I fear to realize
That I do not even know what I want
Or that no one knows what I want.
I loathe that I do not have the facilities
And sometimes the interest
And there is nothing much fearful
Than loathing your fears
And fearing your loathing
From your fears.
I fear the approaching season
For I am bound to loathe even more
That the people are carousing
For not a single reason
Whilst I loathe, whilst I fear
Not having anything.
And despite me inscribing these
I loathe that I am doing these, and
I fear that I am not doing these right.
I loathe and fear that I am hopeful
Again and again after another failure
And I loathe, and I fear,
That even with a fractured cranium
I would still go for another try
And I loathe even more
And I fear even more
That I loathe, and that I fear,
But never give up
On loath and fear.
poem by Norman Santos
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The society is problematic.
I am for freedom of expression
But I loathe it when it comes
From the people who are under me.
I am for strict obedience,
That I expect from those under me
Though I loathe practicing it.
I expect loyalty that I loathe showing.
That is why the society is problematic.
28.12.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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An interview on love
An interview on love
~
What was it to fall in love
But a fools simple dream
And what was it to dream
But a foolish hearts idea
And what idea would speak
But the ideas often taught
And what ideas would be taught
That depends on the thought
And what of such thoughts
It depends on their creation
So what defines such creation
It is impulse and emotion
Then what guides such emotion
I believe it is the heart
So what governs the heart to guide
It is love and love alone
What was it to fall in love
But a fools simple dream
And what was it to dream
But a foolish hearts idea
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Cowslips
WITH rosy hand a little girl press’d down
A boss of fresh-cull’d cowslips in a rill:
Often as they sprang up again, a frown
Show’d she dislik’d resistance to her will:
But when they droop’d their heads and shone much less,
She shook them to and fro, and threw them by,
And tripp’d away. “Ye loathe the heaviness
Ye love to cause, my little girls!” thought I,
“And what has shone for you, by you must die!”
poem by Walter Savage Landor
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Foolish
I was foolish to think you cared.
How could I have dared?
Everynight at the stars I sit and stare.
Why the should I even care?
All the love I shared.
It should have been spared.
Now all I want to do is hide.
I must have been so blind.
While I poured out my soul you sat there aloof.
Thinking of some other goof.
How foolish I was to think you could love,
a batty man of insanity like me.
I was foolish to think you would see the good,
or even care to find it.
So foolish to think I was worth your attentions.
Now here I sit still foolish thinking,
that after all these years you'll cherish,
Someone like me who is quite squarish.
Maybe one day I'll stop being so damn foolish.
poem by Michael McParland
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Man has a limited biological capacity for change. When this capacity is overwhelmed, the capacity is in future shock.
quote by Alvin Toffler
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Many of the Jews who owned the homes, the apartments in the black community, we considered them bloodsuckers because they took from our community and built their community but didn't offer anything back to our community.
quote by Louis Farrakhan
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Me And Nature
I love to enjoy the wind that
rule the shore of the ocean,
i love to enjoy the wild sun
of Africa and the expatacular
snow of of europe,
i love to enjoy the beauty and
the fragrance of flower that
grace the soil of Africa (Europe,
America) .
I love to enjoy the divine beauty
of the sky at nite when the sun
and the stars proof their worth,
i love to enjoy the rain so when
it pour i dance my way through
it.
I love to enjoy the green grass so
when am within them i feel them
with my hands
i love to enjoy the sweet melodies
of the brids, the sound of the
flute and that of the drum.
I love to enjoy nature..
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Few new truths have ever won their way against the resistance of established ideas save by being overstated.
quote by Isaiah Berlin
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Nature
Hey Man! Enjoy the Nature
Come out and see the beauties of Nature,
Put aside your hurries and worries
Come out and see the beautiful trees,
Lay aside your business tensions
Refresh your mind by seeing the vast oceans,
Ignore your official phone calls
Come out and watch the gushing waterfalls,
Free yourself for a while from the T.V. fun
See the beauty of the blazing sun,
Forget for a moment your official words
Hear the sound of the chirping birds,
Not only utilise the joy that money gives
But also listen to the noise of the swaying leaves,
Don’t waste your time by attending phones
Come out and see the beauty of the round stones,
Not only eat and grow fatter
But also see the beauty of the flowing water,
While roaming in your luxury cars
Spare sometime man to see the twinkling stars!
You would find nature as a real boon
When only once you watch the radiant moon,
Why not enjoy Nature, Why man Why?
See how cute looks the clear blue sky…!
poem by Kavita Iyer
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The Foolish Thing To Do
I was thinking just the other day
How it started in such a strange way
It ended in a strange way too
And this is why I am singing this song for you
Its a foolish thing to do
Such a foolish thing to do
Give your heart to someone new
Its a foolish thing to do
(yeah)
Weve all made the same mistakes
One foolish glance one smile we made
A hundred thousand feel this way
While other people are just waiting for the day
Its a foolish thing to do
Such a foolish foolish thing to do
Go when you want it
When you need it
Dont just believe it
For the first an last time
Stop !
Youd better look around
One day youll walk into the room
Your eyes will meet
Youll fall in love too soon
The next time you might hesitate
The chance is all those rooms have eyes
So dont forget
Its a foolish thing to do
Such a such a foolish thing to do
To go and give your heart and soul to someone new
Its a foolish foolish thing to do
So when you feel it
When you can touch it
And you believe it
For the first an last time
Stop !
Youd better look around
Its a foolish thing to do
Such a foolish thing to do
song performed by by Heaven 17
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If it is, in reality, capitalism that is the motor force behind the destructive forms of globalization, then it must be in their capacity to neutralize or transform this particular mode of exploitation that one can best test these various forms of resistance to the West.
quote by Fredric Jameson
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Agression pleases woman
She resisted my desire;
I overcame her resistance.
She resisted my kissing;
I overcame her resistance.
She resisted my stripping;
I overcame her resistance.
Overcoming resistance
Is some sort of mild violence.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I think there's an ongoing effort involved in trying to get a bigger perspective, trying to let go of things that limit your capacity to love and be loved or your capacity to hear and to really speak.
Love flows against banks
Every flow slows with resistance.
Sexual love is an exception
It flows against resistance
With increased persistence.
05.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Resistance is thought transformed into feeling. Change the thought that creates the resistance, and there is no more resistance.
quote by Robert Conklin
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