Tell Me The Name
Tell me the name
the flower you like most.
Option you may choose
Capejamine, Champak,
Cherysanthemum, chinarose
canna.
Tell me the name
the fruit you like most.
Look option below
coconut, cashewnut
cucumber, carambola
cubebs.
Time allowed five minutes
Then you missed the train
that has timeframed.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Happiness Is An Option
It is not easy
It is not easy
Looking from a window
At the edge of a house
At the edge of a town
Its grey like the day
When I lost it
Clouds overhead
I talked to a flower
That was almost dead
My body a prison
Why did I do it
Someone want me not to
But I still went through it
(living it upside, you gotta remember, that happiness is an option)
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(but happiness is an option)
Needed somewhere to clear my head
Find some strength a warmer bed
Maximum love in a minimal world
Id never achieved it
But then I believed it
So when I lost it - how
Im not sure - now
It was a strange feeling
Like a law repealing itself
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(but happiness is an option)
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(giving it up, if you are giving it up, if you are giving it up)
I can wake up in the morning
And not believe what I see
Look in a mirror and think
If thats really me
I dont think I suit my face
Its not a catastrophe
Its more a philosophy
Like the russians wondering why
Were born under a blue sky
But die in a dark forest
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(but happiness is an option)
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(but happiness is an option)
This is neither old nor new
Its always forever
Somewhere between sense
And ambition
Pleasure and decision
We have to make a choice
What do we want
Everyone singing
war, what is it good for?
While planning the next one
I dont need to win
You dont have to loose
We can choose
Happiness is an option
(you can choose)
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(chris: happiness is an option)
It is not easy
(no, it is not easy)
The war within us
(so war within us)
(so dont give up)
But it gets easier
(but it gets easier)
The more we learn
(the more we learn)
I dont need to win
(I dont need to win)
You dont have to loose
(you dont have to loose)
So dont give up
We can choose
Happiness is an option
(happiness is an option)
(chris: happiness is an option)
It is not easy
(no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
But dont give up now
(dont give up now)
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
(it is not easy)
Happiness is an option
(happiness is an option)
(if you are giving it up, if you are giving it up)
You dont have to loose
(you dont have to loose)
(if you are giving it up, you gotta remember)
We can choose happiness is an option
(we can choose happiness is an option)
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Lonliness Is An Option
Loneliness is an option.
One we all often choose.
Running away from what is good.
In the end you only lose.
Afraid of closeness and true love.
This option turns you to a slave.
Bitterness, heartache, hell incarnate.
Never sharing of yourself.
From fear of losing what you love.
Instead alone you will remain.
Choosing your own form of pain.
You want to love.
You want to give.
You're too scared of what you fear.
So this is the option you have choosen.
Alone without your true love spoken.
Loneliness is an option.
It leaves your life incomplete and barren.
Wishing all the time you could share your tender loving careing.
You're afraid, who's to blame?
It truly is a shame.
This option you may feel is best.
Remember though there's always happiness.
poem by Michael McParland
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Ows, You Opted To Be Free?
hmm, ok after a careful
analysis i believe you.
your option to be free
remains to be an option.
open ended and just like
any open ended question
it needs a very serious
presumption:
you know what prison was.
and you opted. you exercised an option.
i guess you were free
from the very beginning, otherwise
how can you ever have that option
to be free.
explain within
24 hours, why are you free
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That Time As We Know It
I wish there was another process,
To approach...
To go about this.
But there isn't one as an option.
There are those awaiting,
For that right time to come.
That right time to do as one wishes,
To put off to do and get those things done.
That right time to collect,
What it is that is needed believed to perfect...
A happiness surrounded with,
An exactness to accept.
Dictated and controlled as one expects!
I wish there was another process,
To approach...
To go about this.
But there isn't one as an option.
Yet...
That right time that begins for them,
Is as elusive as promises anticipated and made.
When God gives us time,
None of it can be saved.
Nor does that time God gives,
Contemplates in hesitation waiting.
I wish there was another process,
To approach...
To go about this.
But there isn't one as an option.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Upset?
Upset?
You know you still can use the option,
Of blaming someone else.
Trying to be accountable now...
Will only confuse the issue,
With additional complexities.
Do like the others do.
Refuse to acknowledge any involvement.
In 'anything'.
You must have recently been strickened,
With a tremendous dose of awareness?
I understand.
Trust me.
But pounding your fists against the wall,
Is not going to change the presence of reality.
And cursing someone is only a temporary relief.
Use the option!
This new leader we have,
Definitely has something up his sleeve.
He's out to destroy the big boys.
You?
He considers a troublesome flea.
Blame it on a missed train...
Or something.
There is no need for 'you' to be upset.
Regret you let yourself become upset and snap out of it.
What do you want me to do?
Hold your hand?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do we have option?
No one knows me and my feelings,
They smile at me as if I were happy,
When I smile back out of courtesy,
The burden of the mind is gone easy.
No one knows me and my feelings,
I am worried about everything,
That I can think about and feel,
Drowsy I am, with punishment conventional.
I'd want to do what I like,
For each of my likings, there is a hurdle,
I have been confused since young,
With lists of good and bad, long.
When I try to buy a hand phone,
They ask whether I want original or cloned,
When I try to buy the car tyres,
They ask me whether I want imported or rethread.
When I pour the oil for the engine, brake and steering,
They ask me whether I want synthetic or recycled,
Wherever I go, whatever I do, I have options,
Even when I pray, they ask me which God I pray to.
when I was born, I think that I didn't have the option,
when I am ill, I don't have the option to choose the germs,
when I lie on that bed, I don't have the option of,
picking up the right time, after many years,
after fulfilling all my desires, dreams and duties.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Violence is always the last option, but if that time comes, it is the ONLY option.
quote by John Gilmour
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No one will be forced to take the public option. The word option means choice.
quote by Valerie Jarrett
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The Phone Call
The eleven digit number, I very carefully dial,
Hoping that my query, will only take a while.
I am greeted by a cheery, automated voice:
To sit and listen, I don’t have much choice.
The speaker, I admit, sounds very polite,
But, I don’t require details of their website.
I really just wanted to find something out,
And, avoid all this, unnecessary, faffing about.
I’m given a list of options: one through to four.
Having chosen option ‘one’, I’m given six more.
The options, once again, to me, are explained.
Already, I’m starting to find this all, a real pain.
This time, I decide to go for option number two,
But, to a human adviser, I still can’t be put through.
Having dialled two, another list of options, I endure,
But this time, I will admit, there is one option fewer.
The final option on the list, is number five:
At last, I can talk to someone, who is alive!
But, by an automated voice, I am, then, told,
That, they are currently busy, so ‘please hold.’
By cheerful, piped music, I am initially greeted;
Once finished, it is, then, immediately repeated.
To the repeated musical strains, I sit and listen,
Still feeling very intent, on fulfilling my mission.
This is taking way much longer, than I first thought,
And, by now, my nerves are, ever so slightly, fraught.
The receiver, at the other end, is picked up, at long last.
Checking my watch, I see, ten minutes have now passed.
Of the answer to my question, the adviser isn’t too sure,
So I’m put back on ‘hold’, to the same music as before.
This is going to take ages, I’m now beginning to realise.
I’m quite impatient by now, and, annoyed, I roll my eyes.
The adviser apologises, and he thanks me for waiting.
This whole scenario, for me, is getting rather grating.
At last, my query is answered by someone,
And, twenty minutes later, I’m finally done.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Offer That As My Option
Why should I drain from exhaustion,
To maintain gains in a campaign?
Or be bombarded by others,
Complaining about their aches and pains...
To remain sustained in an unnamed game?
If I can avoid this,
Offer that as my option!
Why should I be grouped in a herd,
To leap collectively in a chase over hurdles.
Give me those tools as you promised you would do.
And I will do what needs to get done...
Without standing in line,
Waiting for someone's stamp or sign of approval!
If I can avoid this,
Offer that as my option!
Why should I drain from exhaustion,
To maintain gains in a campaign?
Or be bombarded by others,
Complaining about their aches and pains...
To remain sustained in an unnamed game?
If I can avoid this,
Offer that as my option!
And if that is not the case...
I'll make the choice to sit out this race,
Paced...
To slow my steps,
With those who choose just...
To 'Hang-in-there' as if for them,
This swinging in the wind,
Is an honor!
And for me,
Hanging anywhere is not an option!
Or a request to be approved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If ask 100 Arkansans about the phrase, 'the public option,' or 'a public option,' you'll get 100 different impressions about what that means.
quote by Bill Halter
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Giving Up
Giving up will never be an option
in my life anymore.
I did it once before,
but will never do it again.
For years, I walked in limbo
after giving up on something I loved.
It got to a point where I lost myself
and travelled down many lonely roads.
Never will I do it again
and cheat myself that it was right.
Giving up will never be an option
as long as my body has life.
I have travelled down that road,
and know where the heartaches lie.
I have felt the isolation
and the lonely tears you cry.
Giving up will never be an option
and it should never be to you.
Where I have returned to life
so it can happen to you too.
A fire is never out
as long as one spark remains.
We should always remember that
in whatever we want to do.
20 June 2010
poem by David Harris
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For Redemption
Mercy is an option-
unredeeming in
my attire of pain.
Lashed by bitter
storms of accusations
my honesty is
poor protection.
My armour
I thought-
never knowing
it would show
my Achilles Heel.
Opening myself
in all my
rawness-
in all my
lack of beauty-
in all that
I have ever been-
My honesty
is my undoing.
(Hasn't it always been?)
Mercy is an option.
Not one I'd choose
though.
I'll wait.
And Hope.
Because I know
it's my honesty
that will stand
guard-
When the demons
of doubt
are vanquished.
As they must be.
As they will be.
For,
Though pain be its gift,
Love never fails.
1 July, '07
poem by Usha Pisharody
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If you are choosing between bad company and loneliness, choose the second option.
My mother raised me in the church. I was not allowed to stay home on Sunday; there was no option. I sang in the choir all the way up until I went to college.
quote by Steve Harvey
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Dieing Is Not An Option
Dieing is not an option,
When one is upset with life.
I like to think of it as a request,
One makes...
When a darkness begins,
To shield one from the light!
We all are born receiving gifts,
To experience our lives as we choose...
And like.
Some refuse to believe they have chosen,
To follow another on a path.
Instead of selecting,
A happiness grabbed for them that will last.
And that is not easy when variety,
Appears to confuse the mind of some.
Especially when discipline and devotion,
Seem to compete with those who have more fun.
But...
Dieing is not an option,
When one is upset with life.
I like to think of it as a request,
One makes...
When a darkness begins,
To shield one from the light!
Desiring with wishes!
Assisted by dreams one wants fulfilled,
Keeps one motivated to achieve and accomplish.
Experiencing the adventure...
Of acquiring skills.
And doing what one likes...
Is a thrill no one consciously,
Wants to see end or kill!
Dieing is not an option,
When one is upset with life.
I like to think of it as a request,
One makes...
When a darkness begins,
To shield one from the light!
'Excuse me,
I know you have decided...
To take your own life.
However...
Do you mind,
Taking it eleswhere?
And away from my sight?
Over there feel free to complain.
And do as much of it as you like!
But doing it around me,
You see...
For that I have no appetite.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Being True
A person is good, as well as bad since these two qualities are in every person. Feelings have variations which can sometimes turn into positive and even negative. Being our best even when times are highly not in favour of us can be the best option. It even is an issue of adjusting oneself. Life and the world will never change, however attitudes can always change. That is basically life as being true, is always the right option.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Heart Of The Flower
Now at the station, the train to another land
Lands of never seen light, light hidden in infinite night
Night in its biggest might, might of the strongest power
And there the smoke of the train to the heart of the flower
I take the first train to the heart of the flower
I take the first train to the heart of the flower
And there the smoke of the train to the heart of the flower
And there the smoke of the train to the heart of the flower
The waiting room of kingdom come, I look back upon my life
Life of loss but now the end
End of rat race overdrive
Overdrive to foreign lands
Lands of contemptous hours
And there the smoke of the train to the heart of the flower
Now on the train
This is the end of my day
I feel my spirits escape like a musical clock thats dying away
I turn once again and wave my hand and say goodbye
I never thought its so easy
I never thought its so easy
I take the first train to the heart of the flower
I take the first train to the heart of the flower
And there the smoke of the train to the heart of the flower
And there the smoke of the train to the heart of the flower
The heart of the flower
The heart of the flower
The heart of the flower
Diamond/1990
song performed by by Alphaville
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A divergent path
Two roads meet at four cross roads
We are in the midst of it with enough loads
They may be passing through thick woods
All dangerous with not enough foods
We may feel sorry later not to choose the correct path
You may think calmly while taking bath
at the time of choosing option you have no time left
It may take you to the right or left
The road is wide open and it is for you to choose
You have everything to gain and nothing to loose
Still the choice may matter most in gaining the ground
You may feel sorry when nothing is actually found
You may cut sorry figure with lots of despair
The atmosphere may look heavy with no movement in air
You may wish and think that you had better option to choose
The sorry state of affairs had altered everything to loose
You can’t go in all the directions and prefer solid action
You may stick to your views with no more, reactions
You may prefer to do as much as you can do
It may not allow you to have way and pass through
You may prove as strange traveler
You have killer’s instinct and nose works as inhaler
You may be warned of danger lurking by
You may go in for it with powerful try
The world has changed a lot
Many wars have been fought
Peace and harmony is always sought
Still we are in dilemma and simply caught
I stood motionless on the road with confusion
Nothing was leading me with fresh infusion
It was double state of mind with no useful purpose
I had no other reason to go for it or suppose
the chances looked vary fair even if I erred
They will be addressed later and cared
What was most import that bothered me much?
I had never ventured in to land a such
I looked calm with composure
I was ready for dangerous exposure
Nothing was appealing but I was very much sure
I had the reason to feel relieved with fine cure
I was not simply passing there
I knew how to find it and where?
It may not look bright and promising
There was certainly something missing
i
For me all the roads equally lay
I could leave mark for another day
I was determined to find it anyway
Though I had no option for assertive say
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Last Option....
if you cannot be the sea
try being an island
and if being an island
makes it worse
(define loneliness)
try being a fish
live in a coral
leave, swim and be lost
in all directions
if somehow you get tired
of this freedom
try the prison of
your own thoughts
live there like a book
open the pages
like a monk
and wander like a word
and if you want it better
(define what is better)
try being a
syllable
or an
atom or a positron
be gone
if being tiny & lost
or invisible makes you
miserable
or vulnerable
try being huge like a
mountain
spread your feet
to the plains
and be a wide world of your
own making
you see, there is this will
this willingness
that if you really want it
you can be everything
but if you get tired of
everything
(I've been there
i know it)
there is one last option that
you can choose
you know it,
i shrug my shoulder
too,
it is that moment
when we embrace
nothing
its arms tight in
our bodies
perhaps that is the last option that we can
take
perhaps that is the only truth
that we are.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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