Oh, if It is not God utmost forbiddance
Oh, if it is not God utmost forbiddance that you make yourself love’s slave
Obedience in thought and discipline under the control of his domineering pleasure
Or at his hand the account of time with him to enjoy and to crave
Being his vassal, his dispensable tool, you bound yourself to stay his leisure
Shall you not suffer being constantly at his bidding beck
The imprisoned in the absence of his calm and cool liberty
And patience, tame to sufferance, bow and bide each check
Without accusing him or holding him account of any injury
To be where he lists his character is so strong
That he himself may provide his account and time
To what he will, to him it does belong
He to pardon himself of self doing mischief or crime
You wait for a change though waiting is hell
But it never comes,
Your comfort, your amends far delaying for years some
Yet you never blame his pleasure be it ill or well
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Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave
That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure!
O, let me suffer, being at your beck,
Th' imprisoned absence of your liberty,
And patience tame to sufferance, bide each check,
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you your self may privilage your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Your self to pardon of self-doing crime.
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Have you ever been enslaved by love?
Have you ever been enslaved by love, that you are totally abendant
And merely tend upon the hours and times of your love’s desire
You have shrunk with no personal pursues no precious time on your own to spend
No interest, nor service of any kind, till your love list requires
Dare you not to question or to chide the endless idle hour
While your love counts the time and watches the clock for you
Think you not the bitterness of waiting the love’s absence sour
When your love vanishes, biding you unexpected adieu
Dare you contend to be consumed with your jealous thought
Where your sovereign may be and whose affair he suppose
But like an obsequious slave you stay and think that you aught
That your love in soaring Narcissism is happy making time with those
My dear, true, you have cultured a fool love at your own expense and will
By never questioning, by always thinking anything your love does has no ill
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A woman pray
God, make me this thing that is rare and uncommon
That all my love's friends envy; be silent and attend
This wonderful reasonable ever beguiled and desired woman
As my love likes me: gorgeous witty yet obsequiously flattering friend
Please God bestow your ancient wisdom upon me
So I can understand and worship my man
Please enhance my soul with enduring love up to be insane
So that I have the wide heart and generosity to repeatedly forgive him
Oh God, wrapped me with passion for him, to be awed by rumor
Not grave through vain pride, nor too gay through world folly
Mingle inside me this equal mixture of none challenging good-humor
And soft sensible none engaging to absorb his bitter melancholy
Enslaved me God to love, to be totally helpless and abandoned
Leave me merely to tend upon the hours and times of my love's desire
Shrink me down with no personal pursues; no precious time on my own to spend
No interest, nor service of any kind, till and unless my love list requires
I will not dare him to question or to chide the endless idle hour
While my love counts the time and watches the clock for me
Think I not the bitterness of waiting the love's absence sour
When my love vanishes, biding me unexpected adieu to bare and be
Would I dare to be consumed with a jealous thought
Where my sovereign may be and whose affair he does suppose
But like an obsequious slave I stay and think that I aught
That my love in soaring Narcissism is happy making time with those
I should ignore; I should culture a fool love at my own expense and will
By never questioning, by always thinking anything my love does has no ill
So I was raised and to obey taught
The way of the world to which we all aught
Please endorse me with endless patience and deep account
So I can relate to his capricious swinging moods
Yet, God bereft me of any independent strength or power shrewd
Unless God, you do not mind me killing him for what has been surmount
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When Hegel later became a man of influence' he insisted that the Jews should be granted equal rights because civic rights belong to man because he is a man and not on account of his ethnic origins or his religion.
quote by Walter Kaufmann
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Creature Of Comfort
What he has is yours to find
Its a wonder what he keeps in his selfish mind
What I needs not carved in stone
But when honestlys in doubt he can stand alone
He is a creature of comfort
Dont think hell change
Making the most of what he has
Im going to suffer no shame
Creature of comfort
Dont think hell change
Wasting the best years of my life
Im going to shoulder no blame
Im not sure what hell do
His priority is him, selfless thoughts are few
May I be just once so bold
If its all I ever do, Ill make sure your told
He is a creature of comfort
Dont think hell change
Making the most of what he has
Im going to suffer no shame
Creature of comfort
Dont think hell change
Wasting the best years of my life
Im going to shoulder no blame
He is a creature of comfort
Dont think hell change
Making the most of what he has
Im going to suffer no shame
Creature of comfort
Dont think hell change
Wasting the best years of my life
Im going to shoulder no blame
Come with me make my day
With no shadow of a doubt Ill make sure youll pay
Watch my face, time runs by
After all youve ever done, you wont see me cry
Creature of comfort
Best years of my life
song performed by by Olive
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The idea is a straightforward one. We provide an account for every newborn in America, a $500 account.
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Shall I ever let
Shall I ever let my fancy and dream to roam
To bring this rare pleasure and conjure it back home
At touch this pleasure and memory melts
Like bubbles of water when the rain pelts
Nature has withhold Catherine beauty across the wide skies
What an adornment for the human eyes for next thousands of years
She has taken their cream of beauty, fairest dyes
And shaped and tinted sweet Catherine above all peers
When I behold her on the earth descend
My heart begins to throb and to burn; only in pains
This is my fancy and dreams that melt and vanish; my sad life's end
Love has poured her slaying beauty into my veins
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Invest In Eternal Account
An account of now and forever
Is set by being washed forgone
And live your sins behind curveture
And be called the new born creature
Immersed in a deep golden name
The account amount of eternal peace
That glows innermost and benearth his name
He is the son of man, in him he loves
The king of wonders in between he stands
The account of eternal love overflows
In him is the cool well of dove
Come it says, drink its waters of life
And be dressed in his grace
That falls like hailstorm rain
From the convenant keeping God
Invest in the eternal account
And nothing shall siege the heart
Praise his name for his miracles
Glory, glory he takes the shape
In the spirit being, the mankind of his
If he is loved, he comes like a storm
And the grain in its story in the cage
Laying in his eternal eternal account
poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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Enough
You never took into account,
The true love I gave you and the amount...
Everything for you was just a game,
Sadly, you extinguished a real love's flame...
I never promise you a paradise,
I just asked you, in love, to compromise...
Many were the great moments we shared,
But you made me so mad,
When at somebody else, frivolously, you stared,
So, from you i run away, I was so glad...
You had the courage to betray your own heart,
And left me no choice, but from you to depart...
Don't expect me for you to feel sorry,
And go back to you in a hurry....
You made me look like a real fool,
But, I broke free, I am no longer your tool...
Wishing you to have a nice day,
Knowing that loneliness shall be your pay...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Halloween Day
My life, just got grim
My life, on account of him
You had a chance
You could have made it again
Are you really gonna marry her on
Halloween day
Halloween day
Your wife is torn apart
Beware of her haunted heart
I thought you had a chance
I thought youd make it again
I never really thought youd marry her on
Halloween day
Halloween day
And somethings spooky in the pit of my heart
And somethings stirring in the trunk of my car
My name(? ) is itching on the roof of my houses(? )
Dont go out
Dont go out
Dont go out after
Go out after dark
After dark
After dark
After dark on
Halloween day
Halloween day
My life, just got grim
My life, on account of him
On account of him
On account of him
On account of him
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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Patience Tested
Lost my account for a few days
The stress consuming me
Oh, the password's out of place
Won't work in this technology!
Would the test break my Patience?
Such a messy thing this is!
Seven hundred poems in absence
What a loss I would miss!
It said there's no account on file
Did it all just disappear?
I have been trying all the while
Glad it did not take a year!
Cynthia Buhain Baello
October 26,2012
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The United States as usual has a sizable deficit in the current account of its balance of payments, trade account and other current accounts, current account items.
quote by Robert C. Solomon
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Hey
Hey , Im a-gettin that way
Goin out of my mind , out of my mind , its true
Its on account of you , its on account of you
Hey , Im a-feelin so low
Im gettin my heart all mixed up , gettin all mixed up too
Its on account of you , its on account of you
Now , I dont want your troubles and sorrows
Ive got plenty of my own
I dont want to worry about tomorrow
I dont want to live alone
Let me tell ya now ...
(break)
Hey , Im a-gettin that way
Goin out of my mind, out of my mind its true
Its on account of you ,its on account of you
Now I dont want your troubles and sorrows
Ive got plenty of my own
I dont want to worry about tomorrow
I dont want to be alone
Let me tell ya now
(break)
Hey , Im a-gettin that way
Goin out of my mind , out of my mind its true
Its on account of you
Its on account of you
Its on account of you
Its on account of you (fade)
song performed by by Bee Gees
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The Enemy Within
Americans are reminded of terror
In newspapers, radio and on TV
Into “Hi-Def “screens they stare
At Beck, Palin and Sean Hannity
They’re feed a steady diet of fear
As, yellow alert scale moves to red
Endless images of 911 year after year
Whilst Afghans pile-up their dead
It’s time to start asking for the truth
Time to hold those who’ve lied account
We must listen to the voices of our youth
‘Fore their body counts begin to mount
We must hold account all those that sin
At last,
Find peace by purging the enemy within
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Youre Just A No Account
S. cahn / s. chaplin
Youre just a no account
You never will amount to nothin at all
When there is work to do and someone yells for you
You dont hear them call
The good lord set aside his sundays
For folks to rest
More that one days rest is wrong
You start restin sunday and rest so hard
Youre tired the whole week long
Youre just a no account
You never will amount to nothin at all
I just cant figure how each time you milk the cow
The tit gets so small
We got machines to do your work for you
But you wont press the button on the wall
Youre just a no account
You never will amount to nothin at all
Youre just a no account
You never will amount to nothinal all
I just cant figure how each time you milk the cow
The tit gets so small
We got machines to do your work for you
But you wont press the button on the wall
Youre just a no account
You never will amount to nothin at all
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Love at first sight
There comes time when I watch an ancient sea at its slow ebb
Long hours with howling winds echoing over vast sand
Since I was entangled in your beauty's eyes web
And trembled at the touch of un gloved extended hand
Since I met you I never looked at the midnight ora of summer sky
But well remember each moment your slaying eyes memorized light
Nor I can look or compare a wild rose vermilion dye
But your cheek where my lips will crave to dwell in bright
Can I look in adoration at any budding flower
When my fond ear adores every sound uttered from your lips
And heartbreaking for love sound, passionate wording- it does devour
Any sweetness you may speak under the sun eclipse
Every delight you may bestow is a sweet remembering
Followed by subtle grief this may into my heart bring
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When Love Becomes A Game
When love becomes a game
You are bound to see
Winners and losers
But how painful would be
If the one who gave it all
Turn out to be the loser
It is not fair
It is not right...
Life, like love itself
Is also like a game:
With its own set of rules
With its ups and downs
Happy moments and sorrows
And whatever comes along...
Sometimes you are weak
Sometimes you are strong....
In love like in life
There is time to smile
There is time to cry
Now I realize
That love is part of life
And things always change
After all, nothing
Remains the same...
A game is a game
Either you play it or you don't
One must follow its rules
With time and patience
To be able to beat it
And definitely WIN!
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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You turned from me
Remember me as I was back then
As a precious memory of comfort in time of agony and pain
You have turned from me; but I always see
The beautiful maid laughing by a flowering spring tree
With the slaying eyes that made the air around so bright
Under shaking, flickering stars of warm hazy summer night
Hands were touching hands
Love grew slowly in such timid shy trend
You have turned from me; but I always remember
The bursting laugh against the night dew of early November
That one careless night of youth and laugh
While outside the spangled reeds in the silver moon did bath
For me, that night is the only night I have
Such a precious jewel against hard times in my heart I save
And how about you? in shine or in sorrow
How far did that splendid night in your heart grow?
You have turned from me time passes for long
The years were harsh leaving me forlorn without a song
I dare you never will see
What time and years have done to me
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Dont You Think It's Time?
children have rights,
women have rights.
lovers have rights.
people of all religions,
and even atheists have rights.
people of all colors,
speaking every language have rights.
trees and rivers have rights.
cats and dogs have rights.
cattle have rights,
homeless people have rights.
prisoners have rights.
democrats and republicans have rights,
even socialists have rights.
the jobless have rights,
old people have rights...
and the hungry have
the right to be fed!
damnit! dont you think it's time?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Love lost
She was so cruel and capricious making me bury our love
Not in a grave yard under a sluttish tomb stone
But beneath a tall oak tree of a forest dark, wide and alone
Where none can come across or see from above
There will be no memorial days or sad hours
And I shall never visit the tree or put flowers
Yet the mouth I loved so much to kiss and to treat
Was none like so daring and bittersweet
I shall never go to the under tree love grave
For the woods are hostile, dark and cold
My time I shall for new love save
New love, new joy, constrain the rebel heart, forget the old
All day long I shall stay in the sun
Where the wide winds blow and flowers bloom
But oh, I shall cry at night for my sorrow is still undone
When none will know my time of agony and gloom
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