Tender Buttons [a Chair]
A CHAIR.
A widow in a wise veil and more garments shows that shadows are even. It addresses no more, it shadows the stage and learning. A regular arrangement, the severest and the most preserved is that which has the arrangement not more than always authorised.
A suitable establishment, well housed, practical, patient and staring, a suitable bedding, very suitable and not more particularly than complaining, anything suitable is so necessary.
A fact is that when the direction is just like that, no more, longer, sudden and at the same time not any sofa, the main action is that without a blaming there is no custody.
Practice measurement, practice the sign that means that really means a necessary betrayal, in showing that there is wearing.
Hope, what is a spectacle, a spectacle is the resemblance between the circular side place and nothing else, nothing else.
To choose it is ended, it is actual and more than that it has it certainly has the same treat, and a seat all that is practiced and more easily much more easily ordinarily.
Pick a barn, a whole barn, and bend more slender accents than have ever been necessary, shine in the darkness necessarily. Actually not aching, actually not aching, a stubborn bloom is so artificial and even more than that, it is a spectacle, it is a binding accident, it is animosity and accentuation.
If the chance to dirty diminishing is necessary, if it is why is there no complexion, why is there no rubbing, why is there no special protection.
poem by Gertrude Stein
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Many Don't Accept It and Fear It Getting Near
You're not the only one,
Who wishes truth to disappear.
Many don't accept it and fear it getting near.
Some believe that truth for them is an option.
Something that gives them a choice to make.
And if it was too bitter on the tongue for their taste...
It could be easily exchanged,
For a more suitable arrangement for them to embrace.
But truth is not a charade to play to mask in masquerade!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suitable For An Agenda
People may choose to believe,
They will punish someone...
For an act disliked that was done.
However,
If what was done consciously...
And with intent,
That punishment delivered...
May be suitable for an agenda,
One does not mention...
But joyfully gets.
We live in those times,
When all beliefs once easily defined...
Can no longer be legitimized,
By our expectations of receiving...
What we perceive as we envision it.
There are those who do things,
Just for the attention...
Others unknowingly give,
To the ones planning their own course...
For something to do to lead those offtrack.
Minds today,
Are not that easily persuaded...
To be led one way,
With a dependable process once used.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until Suitable Rescue Has Been Achieved
Okay!
So it is 'not' quicksand!
'No.
And this is my interpretation...
It is a de-elevation,
Of a resettling horizon.
And the vertical descending,
Is to keep one's faith...
In the restoration of hope.
And any observation to the contrary...
Is to be ignored until suitable rescue has been achieved.'
Should I make that announcement 'now'?
Or when suitable rescue has been achieved?
'It is still too premature to assess the situation.
Let's get to the bottom of this first,
Before any decision is made that may be cause for alarm.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vicious Circle
The whole world revolves around
As suitable match is found
There is different story to tell
Everything goes smoothly and well
Stars may shine and twinkle
Moon may spread the light of candle
Nothing is taken note of
Even if passers by watch and laugh
It is delicate stage
It comes with advancement of an age
How can we blame natural change?
When blank space won’t be liked on page?
Life can change the course
If there is determination of course
You need suitable partner
She can take care and act as Gardner
It is nice to spend few moments
With dead silence and no comments
Only with few whispers and small gestures
To decide the destiny and future
We might have not taken notice
As it was the occasion to commit promises
Life may push any time to extreme corner
We have to realize it later or sooner
The pre-selection stage is extremely important
The decision are taken on the spot and instant
It may shape the whole life cycle
And place safely out from vicious circle
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fruitless
A fruitless life one lives and perceives,
May be for many...
An actuality.
But how could that be?
When all that exists on Earth,
Is an experience of abundance and variety?
To all of this is an applied worth!
Whoever that is feeling useless and negative,
Have decided for themselves,
To await a process that has a more suitable fit.
And nothing will ever be suitable,
For one excusing a life gifted and given...
Just to sit and waste what one takes for granted,
To compare what is there without exploring the advantages.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is A Barn?
A barn is many things-
A barn is a fun place
To run, romp, and play.
It is also a place of refuge,
On hot or stormy days.
A barn is a storage place
For all your tools, grain, and hay.
It is also a place to unwind,
When you have had a tough day.
A barn becomes God's sanctuary,
When you begin to pray
It is also a place of work,
When work is needing done.
A barn is a place
Where freindships can be made
It is also a place
Where new life is born.
A barn is a place
To try with all your might
And finally when its doors are closed,
'Tis safety from the night.
A barn is a place for horses,
And it is a place for cows
A barn is also a hayloft,
Full of little meows
A barn is the Inn
Where our Savior was born
God, our Savior,
Christ, our Lord.
A barn is a work place,
A barn is a play place
A barn is a great place
A barn is a training ring...
A barn is..
Well, when it comes right
Down to it,
A barn is everything!
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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The Vehicle
Love me and love my lips,
Kiss me and kiss my breasts,
For i am the vehicle suitable for your operations;
But i am from the city of songs and,
With the humility of my mind to share with you!
Your right to counsel was fortified,
And like a retired Army Ofiicer;
But i am the vehicle suitable for your operations.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Look at the sunrise and sunset as a spectacle of the ephemeral, as a scene where people climb noisily and pass silently into oblivion, a spectacle in which colors are born and die in the frenzy of the sun.
Look at the sunrise and sunset as a spectacle of heaven as long as you are in time, combining the beauty within you with perfect sincerity in your relationship with God.
Camelia Oprița in from the book The wall of thoughts (2020)
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It was always my intention that The Frieze should be housed in a room which would provide a suitable architectural frame for it.
quote by Edvard Munch
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Barn
You inwardly feel and see the greenery of the site,
This farm contains a spectacle of might.
The barn is a table of light, in which you stay
For the very night and look everywhere inside to say.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Suitable Image
Please.
I want everyone's full attention.
This is the only rule to the contest,
That will determine the winner of...
'Suitable Image'.
The first to arrive,
With that 'suitable image'...
Will be guaranteed that image,
To be impressed on the minds forever.
However...
And listen to this very carefully.
This is an open contest.
Anyone found...
To have bound and chained others,
Just to gain an advantage.
Will be disqualified.
If seen...
Doing these misdeeds.
We are not here to enslave anybody.
With a gagging done of them intentionally.
Remember what I have said!
We are not here to enslave anybody.
These acts are not tolerated.
If seen!
Now...
On your mark.
Get ready.
Go.
'There are voices heard coming,
From behind those closed doors.
Are you blinking?
Or is that a wink? '
No one said anything about 'hearing' things.
I said...
If seen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Authority of Self Expression
Who are you to choose what I do is not suitable?
And...
Who made you the authority of self expression?
Who fell ill and was left crazed?
Who announced you a scholar of prim and proper ways?
Chill that lip around me, please.
My days weren't hand fed by a highly paid nanny.
Nor did I grow to know life through chit chat and gossip.
However...
I have experienced 'intelligent ignorance'.
You know...
The kind that is confined to reading books,
To uncover an interpretation of correctness and etiquette.
Written by someone who deplores common sense.
And suffocates from a corked behind.
That is the way from here it looks.
As if someone is walking,
Trying their best to hold tightly onto a thin dime.
Who are you to choose what I do is not suitable?
And...
Who made you the authority of self expression?
And...
Who announced you a scholar of prim and proper ways?
Who fell ill and was left crazed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The wise must be respected, even when the advice they give is not suitable.
Super Sweet Angel Fish
My dear grandchild
A girl of three plus, born in Reading
Lives with her sister, Madhumitha
Speaks Good British English
With good vocabulary;
She asks me frequently
What is time now?
My reply is 8 AM or 10 PM
She asks with a nasal twang
Do you say 'One hundred'...!
While I put a question to her,
She thinks and tells the answer.
To complete the sentence,
She tries to find the suitable word....
And... And... fits the suitable word;
Who studies in
Wellington Primary School, Hounslow
With her sister, fourth grade,
She learns swimming too
Swims like an Angel;
They are our lovely
'SUPER SWEET ANGEL FISH'
Let us send our sweet kisses
And best wishes
To our 'Little Angels'
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Shadows On Your Side
Shackled and raised for a shining crowd,
They want you to speak but the music is louder than -
All of their roar, with the heat of the planets core, but..
The shadows are on your side,
As soon as the lights go down.
In the darkest place you can find,
You belong to the hands of the night..
Promises made with a distant friend
Truth should be known it can only bend -
To a tune of its own, hey youll never hear that voice again.
Scandal in white on a tangled vine
With everybody to say that youre having the time of your life -
When your life is on the slide, but..
(chorus) (chorus)
-
(oh-ohh...oh-oh-oh)
(oh-ohh...oh-oh-oh)
Spinning a compass to choose your way
You can run, you can dive, you can stand and you can soar..
Whichever way you can be sure, that...
(chorus) (chorus)
Shadows on your side
The shadows are on your side
Shadows on your side
The shadows are on your side
Shadows on your side
The shadows are on your side
Shadows on..
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Sensitive question
Why do you ask sensitive question?
Why do you specially mention?
I dare not to speak,
Emotionally down and feel so weak,
Never was I at bottom of heart,
No one had done as you did hurt,
Deep scares and visibly moved,
Treachery and deceit never removed.
Everything is based on loyalty and trust,
One has to observe and realization is must,
It is not matter for day for just,
But life long stay and union is must,
What do I think and seek?
Why all worries in complete week?
Is it search for suitable bride?
Or matter of self pride,
I may go for it and succeed,
It is necessity and life need,
Suitable choice improves the breed,
Faith intact and no crisis of creed,
I like to go for better choice,
Never hue and cry or slight noise,
Let there be late arrival or simple delay,
I should find happiness at any day.
I need all but not to comprise,
Nor do I seek any surprise,
Not to consider it as best prize,
Strongly consider it chance to rise
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Crazy (A Suitable Case For Treatment)
Can you help me
Help me get out of this place
Slow sedation
Ain't my style ain't my face
Givin? me a number
Nine, seven, eight
Gimme back my name
Crazy
But I don't think that I can see
You can hear them
Only talkin? at me
Livin? on the outside
Lookin? inside to be free
Feel so good for awhile
You don't know why
Cry while you lie
You are true...you are true...you are true
Save me
Is there nothing that I can use
Please believe me
Am I conforming to your views
Promise you anything
Watch me cryin? out to you
Gimme back my name
Let me make my statement
(lead)
Crazy.....crazy.....crazy.....crazy
Crazy.....a suitable case for treatment
Crazy,crazy......just a suitable case for treatment
Crazy,crazy
Crazy....crazy.....crazy......etc.
Written by: (mccafferty, agnew, charlton, sweet)
Produced by: john punter
Engineered by: callum macolm
Recorded at castle sound studios, pencaitland, scotland
song performed by by Nazareth
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Declared No More
He was declared no more
As he was not breathing, therefore
There was no sign of any move
He had left behind nothing so as to prove
No one can say that he was worthless
Full contentment was seen on the face
His eyes were fully closed as if under the deep sleep
I saw him motionless and controlled not to weep
It gives pain when someone truly departs
For many years one remains associated with as reliable and part
We may appreciate his worth only after demise
Remember his stubborn stance for any promises made
I had seen him working very hard
He was always fearlessly moving forward
Not only him but will take many along his side
Give suitable piece of advice and confide
He did not dream with his ideals
He knew it can’t be transformed into real
Yes he did not leave hope for the best
As he considered it as life time test
We all adored him so long as he was with us
Even after his demise we put even more trust
It is not the time to weep for his departure
As he has left nothing to be assured
Some of the friends are easily forgotten
We may miss them as if something is stolen
Time and again we may miss his absence
As he was towering strength for us in his presence
I would love to pay great tribute to him as true man
He was in real sense a great humorist and human
We may have many friends as close associate
But only few will make impact to relate
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Regression to the stage of early infancy is not a suitable method in and of itself. Such a regression can only be effective if it happens in the natural course of therapy and if the client is able to maintain adult consciousness at the same time.
quote by Alice Miller
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A Better Date
When it is summer for you,
It is then winter on my side;
So let us find a better date suitable for all of us!
For this sweet love is all that we have.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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