Gratitude—is not the mention
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Gratitude—is not the mention
Of a Tenderness,
But its still appreciation
Out of Plumb of Speech.
When the Sea return no Answer
By the Line and Lead
Proves it there's no Sea, or rather
A remoter Bed?
poem by Emily Dickinson
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I Am Quiet In Gratitude To God
I am quiet in gratitude to God
Saved again
Near tears in tears
Grateful to God
And trying within
To let the Gratitude be everything
And forget for a time
The fear that will return again-
Quiet in Gratitude to God
And wanting that Gratitude to be everything.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Thanks!
Thanks for all your appreciation
I value it alot
Normally no-one cares
And they all just call me a swat
Thanks for all your appreciation
It's boosted my confidence
Poems are my passion
And stop me putting up a fence
Thanks for all your appreciation
You helped me see sense
Thank you so much
Because most people are against
Thanks for your appreciation
You're the only ones who care
I now beleive in myself
I really do, I swear
Thanks for your appreciation
It really is appreciated
And once again
Thanks to you all
For being so updated
poem by Becky Ginn
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Gratitude is our most direct line to God and the angels. If we take the time, no matter how crazy and troubled we feel, we can find something to be thankful for. The more we seek gratitude, the more reason the angels will give us for gratitude and joy to exist in our lives.
quote by Terry Lynn Taylor
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Hot Line
Take me to the river baby drink my wine
When Im going down wont you throw me a line
Lead me to religion take me up them stairs
When I take a tumble will you say me some prayers
When will you show me a sign
When will you throw me a line
Help me to the answer baby set me free
Im torn between the devil and the deep blue sea
Maybe if you wanted you could save my face
Keep me out of trouble and Im a living disgrace
Show me to a sucker and youll see my name
Standing in a line with the shadows of fame
Lead me to a legend take me up them stairs
When I take a tumble will you say me some prayers
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Gabriel
He fused her womb
with angel dust
and she gave birth
to a star.
poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
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Goodnight Baby Love
Kiss those little
hands and feet.
Curl`ed toes
and fingers neat.
Little face
with rosebud lips.
Kiss babe all
to fingertips.
Kiss babes feet
sweet up to thumb.
Kiss as much
as you have done.
Kiss as much
as you are able.
Then lay love gently
in the cradle.
Sally Plumb
poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
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Lead Balloon
Kiss my ass! I said
And I threw my drink
Tequila trickling
Down his business suit
Must be the irish blood
Fight before you think
Turn it now
You cant cowtow
You cant undo it
Its his town
And that went down
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
He said sic her, rover
That went over
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
An angry man is just an angry man
But an angry woman
Bitch!
I had to ask him for a helping hand
It came with the heart
Of a bonaparte
Of a frozen fish
Its his town
And that went down
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
He said sic her, rover
That went over
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
Its his town
And that went down
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead balloon
He said sic her, rover
That went over
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Nothing so conclusively proves a man's ability to lead others as what he does from day to day to lead himself.
quote by Thomas John Watson, Sr.
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As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.
quote by John F. Kennedy
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There are slavish souls who carry their appreciation for favors done them so far that they strangle themselves with the rope of gratitude.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Anti-Sonnet
They say a sonnet must be all about
Romance, and swing in rhyme and rhythm, but
I shall try to defy them and slam shut
The door on love, as I rant loud and shout
That I’m not interested in such things
As tenderness, soft speech, platitudes, that
Pander to their whims. Shall I fall down flat
As my attempt to write no ode that sings
Of soppiness will fail? I shall plough on
To put my case that I’m not going where
You want me. To put the finger on it,
This anti-sonnet is a love-less one:
Don’t goad me to be goo-ey, I don’t care
I shall not mention love in this sonnet.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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To Witness, Learn And Grow
I need not mention,
Those amongst the feeble...
Growing increasingly irritated,
By the light that shines...
Bright,
Upon their decreasing...
Places of darkness.
I need not mention,
To emphasis with wider eyes...
Freed from the limitation of manipulation,
How clear the horizon...
Appears in cloudless skies.
I am only obligated,
To witness, learn and grow.
And all that I know,
From my own experiences...
Needs less to be mentioned.
But more to become aware,
Of those blessings I have been given.
With a learning to express gratitude.
That's all I need to do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Tenderness
Put aside all the springtimes of Paris and Rome
There are none of your secrets you need to confess
Lock your dangerous dreams in the closets at home
All I'm wanting about you is your tenderness.
I don't measure the weight of commitments in gold
My fingers are not wearing your promises
No flesh of my heart can be purchased or sold
All I'm offering to you grows with tenderness.
I have no master plan for all you might expect
There is no art of love designed under duress
Show me maps of your islands I need to protect
With my arms of defence, weapons of tenderness.
Now if I must disrobe every truth of the word
And if you demonstrate just what works for you best
I'll insist upon nothing, whatever you've heard
Only bargaining with you for your tenderness.
So return those Millennium dreams to the store
And hold over your masks, we can play fancy-dress
Draw your hand down the lights, throw the rug on the floor
We'll explore all the borders of our tenderness.
Saint Valentine's Day,2008
poem by Frank Bana
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To The Readers
Like what I have said,
I’m not really a poet and I don’t feel sad.
You see…I can hardly make simple one
But you may ask why and wonder how
Why I keep going and writing now.
Why?
How? And why?
The only answer I can give you, pal
This is true and it’s not a lie.
You… the readers of my humble writings
You are the reason why I keep on trying.
Especially those who rated me 10
I can’t believe you will give me sense.
If you only knew me
I always belittle myself.
In other words, I have no self confidence.
In all the things I’ve done
I've always been in hesitance and in doubt.
But because of you
I have my self worth now.
What can I give you in return?
But my sincere appreciation
...A million thanks to all!
poem by Rose de Ramar
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A Refusal to Mourn (as His Father Lay Dying)
You want the return of the status quo
But I'm afraid, my friend, that the answer's 'no',
The days of your youth will never return
Though your heart may ache and your spirit yearn -
It's a bitter cup that you'll have to drink
And it won't go away, whatever you think,
The story's over and the book has ended
And your broken heart will never be mended,
So say goodbye to the Good Old Days
But let your deepest sorrow be transformed to praise,
Praise for the times when you were glad
And gratitude for the love you had,
Not a song of resentment or a hapless curse
Must stain the integrity of your verse,
Whatever the outcome, you HAVE to sing,
So SMILE and accept what the future will bring!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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I Can't Answer That
Is a return to appreciate someone,
Just too late?
When one discovers,
A position taken of a situation faked...
Had been by another instigated to irritate.
Is it too late when one waits too long,
To express to another an appreciation?
And that time has gone?
What if an attempt was made,
To right a wrong that had been done.
And someone had been accused and blamed,
To discredit and defame.
Should a forgiveness be given?
When an admission of guilt has been finally admitted.
Or should a door that had been open be permanently locked.
Since all feelings of the situation has in the mind been stopped.
'Is that a question asked and said off the top of your head?
Or is this a feeling expressed from your heart instead? '
I can't answer that.
I wont allow my emotions to be played or reminisced.
'So...
You speak of this hypothetically? '
Are you going to answer the question?
'What are your expectations? '
I don't have them anymore.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 59
I had a wound under my robe and a sheikh asked me daily how, but not where it is, and I learned that he refrained because it is not admissible to mention every member; and wise men have also said that whoever does not ponder his question will be grieved by the answer.
Until thou knowest thy words to be perfectly suitable
Thou must not open thy mouth in speech.
If thou speakest truth and remainest in captivity,
It is better than that thy mendacity deliver thee therefrom.
No Speech
O.k. ready to take off
Do it slow
Im living on the bottom
I got to go
Five little fingers
Grabbing at the glass
Gone, those days
Now Im running
Up and down in my cage
Too late to defend, Im buried - insane
Dont you know theres more to life than to win
Are you that kind of stereotype?
Its no time, theres no time
Theres nothing I could answer
No speech
As long (as) I get nothing
No speech
As long (as) I get nothing
But I want to get home
Let me free, this is not my home
Put away your flashing stick
Dont try to get closer-through my head
Give me a little bit more of your own
A little more, dont wanna be
Anybodys clown
Too late to defend, Im buried - insane
Dont you know theres more to life than to win
Are you that kind of stereotype ?
Its no time, theres no time
Theres nothing I could answer
No speech
As long (as) I get nothing
No speech
As long (as) I get nothing
But I want to get home
Let me free, this is not my home
No speech
As long (as) I get nothing
No speech
As long (as) I get nothing
But I want to get home
Let me free, this is not my home
song performed by by Fuel
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Mentor... Reconstructing Carl
to brilliance: appreciation
but to those who touched
human feelings: gratitude
the growing plant
and the soul of the
child: they need more to
what a raw lecture is all about,
they search for
warmth
the sun's comforting
light
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Please let me assure you, however, that the keen disappointment and regret which I feel in this regard serve only to enhance my profound appreciation of the great honor which you have done me; and my sincere gratitude for your generous action.
quote by Cordell Hull
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