No Tears For You
How many times have you been warned?
Warned about your behaviour
Behaviour unbecoming of a student
Expected and aspiring to be a star
A superstar sparkling and sparking
How many times have you defend your style?
Claiming you were in total control
Absolute control of your school life
A life that will yield enviable output
Making you the joy of your parents
Has the law of reciprocity been invalidated?
Has the law of harvest been refuted?
Is experience no more the best teacher?
Can you be an exception to the normal?
Only time can answer these questions.
The moment of truth will come.
Your dictum will be diligently tested.
That recipe of success through slackness.
That formula of triumph via sloppiness.
The idiocy you habitually and heartily defended.
But on the wall is the handwriting,
Crystal clear and revealing.
By your acts of omission and commission,
You have freely favoured failure;
Failure will fittingly be your fate.
No tears for you.
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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the Way To Success
failure may outnumber success
failure is there
to make you strong
failure may cause pain
but nothing goes in vain
failure keeps you in touch
with reality
failure gives wisdom
failure gives experience
cowards don't fail
It's for the brave
who leave the shore
to sail into unknown
failure is a stop
in the journey of life
don't stop at the bend
today's failure would be
tomorrow's bigger success
failure is the cradle
in which success rocks.
failure is not a sin
failure is the first step for success
failure teaches you how to succeed
failure always helps in your success
failure helps you from failing
if you fail, it's not the end of the world
try!
success will definitely be on your way
so will run away your failure
but...
never forget your failure in life which helped you in your
SUCCESS
poem by Liioona Mohie
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It is said that the failure of a student is the failure of the teacher. But what if the teacher wished the student to fail as a lesson? Then it would be that failure is a lesson and the student has become the teacher unto themselves the harshest lesson of all.
quote by Jason R Tschetter
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Losing The War
you prepared for this war
all the weapons sharp and new
you sketched all the plans
every detail well accounted
in perfect timing to the zodiac
all the stars and planet align
to the expected success
yet we all fail
and you bleed that much
your mind beyond repair
you scream and bang your head on the wall
i watch you
coward, unrealistic fool,
unaccepted to life's reverses
failure is part of the cycle
welcome it
just like you drink to your success
when failure comes
drink with its hurt hands
celebrate failure
then sleep
for tomorrow we prepare again
to this war of life
these challenges of our lifetime
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A day ends
Day’s hectic activity comes to end
Complete peace descends on land
All journey directed toward home
It may be really happy welcome
As it is off from great hustle and bustle
There is no clash in mind and tussle
It needs a break with full rest
Time to look back and assess the best
Life goes on endlessly in this fashion
Still there remains lot many questions
Some of them are addressed fully
Some are still left to be realized wholly
I was partially paralyzed with quest
It was forcing me to deliver the best
As luck would have it nothing is achieved so far
I was not fortunate to find any bright star
It is universal saying and has been correct too
“One can not be successful all the time in life” is equally true
It is high time to wind up the show and retire
Else it will be great failure and satire
No more regrets in life for not being comfortable
All realized or not realized despite being capable
It was not the destiny you had longed for
The life was total failure in love and war
Even I need not shed tears over any breakage
It was not at all of my doing with past age
I was in position to manage but failed
The opportune time was not availed
As I hade passionately waited for another day
It was not proving in concrete and decisive way
I was not dejected person to stay away
I worked continuously for bright ray
Something has wrecked me from within
I am in no more good position to win
The chances are slim and very weak
I am not in position to spell out or speak
It has ruined my whole carrier
I had been good fighter and warrior
I always used to read face lines in mirror
It was not defined and showed some life error
I am tired and wait for no more chance
The life has deceived me all the times and not once
I have lost all hopes and now no more wait
Everything is now for sure with luck and fate
I wait with calm posture
Everything is certain for sure
There will be final knock at any hour
I am in full control and don’t shiver
I am for all good smiles
This was my life style
I took it as good mission
There was not at all any confusion
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Would you like me to give you a formula for...success It's quite simple, really. Double your rate of failure... You're thinking of failure as the enemy of success. But it isn't at all... You can be discouraged by failure--or you can learn from it. So go ahead and make mistakes. Make all you can. Because, remember that's where you'll find success. On the far side.
quote by Thomas John Watson, Sr.
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Late Habitually
Experience is the teacher!
So true.
So true.
And I will never obligate my time,
To be wasted again.
It is a sign of disrespect,
When someone is late...
Habitually.
And decides it is okay,
To delay another with fresh excuses.
Experience is the teacher!
And if lessons are not learned...
It is time to ditch,
The one pitching...
The same nonsense.
Time taken for granted,
By one never to understand...
Is too much of a sacrifice to make,
By another who is disciplined...
And comprehends,
What it takes to be in control...
With a bold look on life to command.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Total Control
(m. davis, j. jourard)
Producer: carter
Album: we are the world (usa for africa)(85), the collected recordings (94)
Looking counter clockwise
Knowing what could happen
Any moment maybe you
Maybe even you
Steadfast collapse
Always certain any moment
Maybe you maybe you
Maybe even you
Recline complete dreams too sweet
I cant do it not with you
Not even with you
Maybe never with you
And Id sell my soul for total control
Yeah Id sell my soul for total control
Street wet tonight, lovers touch
Its pure delight
Always certain any moment
Maybe even you
Stay in bed stained sheets
My head hurts I repeat
Maybe you maybe you
Maybe even you
And Id sell my soul for total control
Yeah Id sell my soul for total control
Id sell my soul for total control
Over you, over you
Total control over you
song performed by by Tina Turner
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Control
Control control
control control! !
Too many times a day
control!
Control the sleeping
time, the wake!
Control amount
of coffee, milk,
sugar intake!
Control breakfast,
lunch and dinner's time,
Also the calories
and vitamins to come!
Control your words
control your thoughts
control the sitting
straight out pose
Control own look
from head- to toes!
Forget not those
that count
the most:
Feelings! !
Control them!
Out not to let
controlling self
to not became a threat
to whom or what
to ask I wouldn't dare
right now, I wouldn't
even care..
No more control!
No keeping sane!
FREE! ! !
as the Wind who's
messing up my hair
I - Want - To- Be! ! ! !
Let others have control,
not me! ? !
Control..control control
control? !
Oh, pardon me! -bull s..!
I had enough:
-I'M OUT OF IT! ! !
poem by Elena Sandu
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Life Just Ended
Person's life was just ended
As it was not avoided
He lacked strength and will
But what prompted him to kill?
It is just suicidal tendency
Not blessed by almighty
We have no right to end
We are specially sent
With failure in examination test
Students end life by forgetting the rest
What if one had little set back?
Why to put entire life at stake?
Farmers end life with failure of monsoon
As if life was not to be restored and soon
What has happened to the father of the land?
Why do they want to be bad children of motherland?
Parents end life with bad experience
Children fail to serve them at insistence
Why do they want such unbearable tragic end?
Is there no other way to utilize life and mend?
New bride is burnt to death for the want of the dowry?
Life is ended because someone else has failed to feel sorry
Where are we heading for in civilized society?
Why have we forgotten the creator and o, almighty?
Parents pray and ask for lovely kid's presence
Home should be filled without their absence
Why unwanted scene should be created?
When life is meant to be struggled and re-created
Suicide or ending of life is no answer
What happens if rain fails to deliver shower?
What if harvest fails due to no rain?
Life, death, joy and sadness come in form of chain
It is precious gift no one can deny
We must strive, work hard and try
We should know the capacity and then spread
Else it may utter failure and you will be dead
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Experience, The Best Teacher
When I was a student,
Many a teacher preached a sermon.
A sermon of, surprisingly, same subject.
This tedious theme could be thus summarized:
‘ if I could my student life re-live,
Very differently would I behave'.
A discourse denoting a dirge
A communication connoting a caution
If not a counselling to student who have ears
Students who would not shed tears,
Because they have ears to hear
And wise enough to understand,
Words of wisdom, even few.
But why to us their sermon relate?
Why to us their stories declare?
It is because about our future they care.
Careful, concerned and committed teachers,
Eager their experience to share,
Aware of the facts, glaring,
Facts preserved in an axiom,
The often quoted and tested maxim,
That experience is the best teacher.
Experience is the best teacher,
To those without any experience,
The best teacher is experience shared.
Shared by fair and frank fellows,
Who When good opportunities
Came beggarly begging,
Refused to these opportunities utilise,
Reaping the result of their recklessness, fully
Learning first-hand from their folly,
That opportunity knocks but once,
And once unutilised is lost forever.
But shared experiences meticulously applied,
Will save one the superfluous suffering,
Subsequent from the silly slip-up,
Of turning deaf ears to sermons.
Signifying that total respect to advice,
Plays a crucial role in molding us,
And goes to lend credence
To the usually used saw, that
Experience is the best teacher.
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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Make it sure
Why is it so to end it in failure?
Why no one can make it sure?
Why it should hinge only on hope?
The show can either be success or flop
It is always hoped against hope
It is considered as tough walking on rope
Hope only keeps us alive
We must nicely learn how to live
It is always better to try hard and forget
The priority must be decided and set
It is not in your hand to predict the success
Yet you are prepared to accept it and face
Life is meant to learn lesson
It has multi dimension with reasons
It depends upon and varies from person to person
That can not be dealt as do the seasons
You will have to remain firm with your commitment
The efforts must be directed towards good movement
It may yield desirable result in due course
Your invaluable contribution is taken into consideration of course
God has given us clear instinct
We have definite choice to act
It is like catching bull by horns
No alternate even if cautioned or warned
It is do or die struggle
Life is proving as mysterious and puzzle
Not all may witness the shining success
Even if they are lucky to have enough access
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fugitive of failure
Fugitive not what i planned for,
failure, nothing is better than death,
how can i die when life haven't interpret
my full meaning.
Fugitive Fugitive my crime has not called
for arrest,
my day is still young, not even failure
can stop me.
Still you call me fugitive,
success is my only witness, my success
will labor out my freedom,
failure keep coming after me, yet success
is telling me to standstill.
When will all this end' in this 'uncalled for state'.
The night keep looking at me without telling me to run or stand, yet the sun ask me to keep running until i reach the point
of success.
Fugitive of failure not anymore.
poem by Senator alufalism
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The more control you have over your life, the more responsible you feel for your own success - or failure.
quote by Arthur C. Brooks
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Destiny In Your Own Hands
Who decides what one becomes in future?
Is it God, one's parents or oneself?
Is it one's headteacher, teachers or friends?
If it is God, then how unfair;
Too many unsuccessful people,
Too few successful people.
But God's stand is crystal clear,
This in His Holy Book unambiguous upheld.
I place before you life and death,
The choice is clearly yours to make.
God is first and foremost,
Fatherly-fair and free-minded,
Wishing you all you wish yourself,
Placing your destiny at the proper place.
Providence is yours to decide.
If my parents, then I better relax.
No parent will visit failure on his child,
Every parent will wish their children well.
Success, they will thrust on their children
But for their effort to bear fruits,
It must be nourished and nurtured.
That legacy reared and raised right,
Makes a magnificent mark on a mind
But under utilised or unused,
Patently becomes pearl pitched to pigs.
No matter what one's parent does,
Ones future is in one's own hands.
Your destiny is in your own hand.
Head teachers and teachers can play their part,
Working hard to make, mold and model you,
Striving faithfully to form and fashion you
For a fulfilling and flattering future.
But their toil will forlornly be fully futile,
Without you complementing fittingly
To steer your fortune favorably.
Your fate, surely, is in your hands
The gospel truth, tested and proven is,
Your destiny is in your own hands.
You can definitely become,
What you devotedly desire to be.
Nobody can deny you that.
God has given you the option
To become a prominent professional
Or to become a vile villain
What would you prefer to be?
Goaded on by this trusty truth,
I would strive strenuously to be a giant.
I would dig deep to get to gold.
I would toil tirelessly to touch my target.
A giant I would definitely be
So help me God.
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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Do you remember failures?
Are you asking me? Yes, I remember my failures
Lots and lots of failures in my life,
I look back again and remember these failures
And my God, how deeply was I hurt,
I cried on some of them,
When friends left when love was lost
When relatives did not give support
When I was all alone
When I finally rise again
And recovered from the past, when I learned
And met success again
When I have become stronger
Rising from every fall, recovering from every failure
I always remember them with fondness
The hurts diminishing, the blames now faint
As the new sound of success reverberates
Claiming new friendships and new approaches
And the comfort that life is like that
Success and failure? A seesaw that we really have to play.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Who's Business Anyway's
If looks could kill with a silent smirk.
Air the laundry, a peace of work.
Do on to others as on to you.
Screw you first, tighten the screw.
Fate has no furry like a woman scorned,
take my word you were warned.
So do tread lightly on thin ice, I warned you once,
I warned you twice.
Cast a stone a glass house shatter, My business not
yours what does it matter?
Keep your nose out got nothing to say, or evil eye I will
give away!
Will come back three times you will pay, will wait for fate to reveal that day.
With words of hurt that are spoken, curses cast, cannot be broken.
Wish you best for the worst, with desert sands die of thirst.
Keep talking shit and hurt for me,
You will get your's just wait and see.
poem by Gary Kedron
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As Parents To Our Parents
They never teach you this at school;
they'll try to teach you reading, writing, 'rithmetic
in their own instructed ways;
but now, if anyone suggested it, there'd be howls
about the impertinence, the interference,
the rights, the dangers of this and that -
but all the same, they never teach you:
how to get on with your parents.
Oh there are books and books and books
telling your parents how to look after you, but hey!
there are two parties here! Mom and Dad
can ask their own parents (sometimes - because they
were in the same situation as you are now and so,
reckon they can do a better job...) but
who can you, ask?
Philip Larkin told us memorably that
'they f*** you up, your Mum and Dad',
which may not be the case for all of us;
Hindus have their own stern answer to this question:
you chose them, in effect, as the result
of your behaviour in your previous life...so there,
work with that, kiddo, could be
the making of you...stop blaming it all on them!
So there you are, in this heated cauldron of love and hate, or
like sharp stones shaken in this bag called family
until the rough edges wear (each other) away and
those smooth round pebbles roll out to the world...
but perhaps a little help wouldn't hurt?
I was exactly four and a half when I told the truth about something,
since I didn't know any other way; and as my parents' voices
rose in argument about 'knowing what was best for me',
(I remember the moment now, so clear) I turned my back
on this so painful sound, faced the 'wireless' on the chest of drawers,
and decided there and then
that grown-ups made such a fuss when you told the truth
that it would be better not to - at least, until
they grew up a bit... and there, went half a lifetime
of prevarication, dodging the question, fantasy: never tell the truth
until you're sure they really, really want to hear it...
Then when I was eleven or thereabouts
(and again, I remember exactly where I was standing
at the time - the bottom of the stairs)
the solemn thought 'entered my head':
that in some way I knew but couldn't quite explain,
I was in the position, had some duty,
to take care, in some thoughtful way, of the minds of those
my parents...
But they didn't teach that at my school.
love, I knew all about; but
parents? Aren't they strange? They try so hard, too...
and no, I don 't need 'counselling', thanks -
I'd rather keep it in the family. All I'm asking
is, a few lessons, maybe? I'd even do
the homework.
XXX love you both XXX
poem by Michael Shepherd
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We as parents to our parents
They never teach you this at school;
they'll try to teach you reading, writing, 'rithmetic
in their own instructed ways;
but now, if anyone suggested it, there'd be howls
about the impertinence, the interference,
the rights, the dangers of this and that -
but all the same, they never teach you:
how to get on with your parents.
Oh there are books and books and books
telling your parents how to look after you, but hey!
there are two parties here! Mom and Dad
can ask their own parents (sometimes - because they
were in the same situation as you are now and so,
reckon they can do a better job...) but
who can you, ask?
Philip Larkin told us memorably that
'they f*** you up, your Mum and Dad',
which may not be the case for all of us;
Hindus have their own stern answer to this question:
you chose them, in effect, as the result
of your behaviour in your previous life...so there,
work with that, kiddo, could be
the making of you...stop blaming it all on them!
So there you are, in this heated cauldron of love and hate, or
like sharp stones shaken in this bag called family
until the rough edges wear (each other) away and
those smooth round pebbles roll out to the world...
but perhaps a little help wouldn't hurt?
I was exactly four and a half when I told the truth about something,
since I didn't know any other way; and as my parents' voices
rose in argument about 'knowing what was best for me',
(I remember the moment now, so clear) I turned my back
on this so painful sound, faced the 'wireless' on the chest of drawers,
and decided there and then
that grown-ups made such a fuss when you told the truth
that it would be better not to - at least, until
they grew up a bit... and there, went half a lifetime
of prevarication, dodging the question, fantasy: never tell the truth
until you're sure they really, really want to hear it...
Then when I was eleven or thereabouts
(and again, I remember exactly where I was standing
at the time - the bottom of the stairs)
the solemn thought 'entered my head':
that in some way I knew but couldn't quite explain,
I was in the position, had some duty,
to take care, in some thoughtful way, of the minds of those
my parents...
But they didn't teach that at my school.
love, I knew all about; but
parents? Aren't they strange? They try so hard, too...
and no, I don 't need 'counselling', thanks -
I'd rather keep it in the family. All I'm asking
is, a few lessons, maybe? I'd even do
the homework.
XXX love you both XXX
[revisited]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Mr. Self Destruct
i am the voice inside your head and i control you
i am the lover in your bed and i control you
i am the sex that you provide and i control you
i am the hate you try to hide and i control you
i take you where you want to go
i give you all you need to know
i drag you down i use you up
mr self destruct
i speak religion's message clear and i control you
i am denial guilt and fear and i control you
i am the prayers of the naive and i control you
i am the lie that you believe and i control you
i take you where you want to go
i give you all you need to know
i drag you down i use you up
mr self destruct
i am the needle in your vein and i control you
i am the high you can't sustain and i control you
i am the pusher i'm a whore and i control you
i am the need you have for more and i control you
i am the bullet in the gun and i control you
i am the truth from which you run and i control you
i am the silencing machine and i control you
i am the end of all your dreams and i control you
i take you where you want to go
i give you all you need to know
i drag you down i use you up
mr self destruct
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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To Every Student
In every school, to every student
there's a special teacher.
To every teacher, to every student
there's a special bond.
To every bond to every moment
There's a special time that we'll think
back and say to ourself's "That teacher
really cared!"
If you know that teacher cares
you're life will brighten up.
Cause now you know that
if you fall, that same special teacher
Will come and help you up.
poem by Gloria Celiant
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