Related quotes: forget humility work yourself red,...

Get going, impress her

forget humility
work yourself
red, black, white,
blue, to impress

to go places
take a lesson
from the flowers

the best ones
land themselves
on fair ladies' laps
royal palaces and
religious altars

walk around
the cemetery
on all souls' day -
even the dead
people reckon
crave for things
that really impress them!

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Related quotes

Values

Sometimes we do things
hoping to succeed
only to impress someone
to make them like us more,
but in our haste to impress
we are flawed by mistakes
and success eludes us
at every turn of the road.
Then when those we wanted to impress
fade out of our lives
and we look back
at what we have done
we realise we don’t
need to have to impress anymore.
We then start to do things
for ourselves
and slowly our success
is finally realised.

15 April 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Why do you think the old stories tell of men who set out on great journeys to impress the gods? Because trying to impress people just isn't worth the time and effort.

quote by Henry Rollins
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Little Black Dress

Every woman has one in her closet,
Although some are loathe to confess.
It’s perfect for many occasions.
It is known as the little black dress..

For Women who seek to entice,
or have men they want to impress.,
There is nothing terribly virginal
concerning that little black dress.

Its of Spidery inspiration and,
oh, what a web they can weave.
They use it, some say, ensnaring their prey.
It comes out again when they grieve.

In Wedding, our Ladies wear white.,
A Little black dress when they keen.
They dress in subtler shades of gray
on all the days in between.

poem by John F. McCullagh
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

There is fear of religious mad men

There’s fear of religious mad men
who crash planes into places,
where innocent people live and work
without any apparent reason.

There’s fear of religious mad men
to be able to find,
acquire, or make
nuclear materials
and the ingredients
of the bomb
and to have the blue prints
to build that device
and to use it without any regret
on their fellow man.

There’s fear of religious mad men
to try and change the world
to the backward society
that they want it to be,
but I fear leaders without
any integrity
and with a lack of character
more than all these things,
since they force people
to live empty lives.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Afternoon In The Cemetery

A dog with a lame leg drags itself around the tombs
Mrs. watson talks with someone whos been dead for years
A sickly smell of urine rising from her tights
Two old ladies on a park bench sitting silent already dead
What a wonderfull place to have a cup of tea
What a wonderfull place to read a book bout love
What a wonderfull place to sit around with me under a tree
On an afternoon in the cemetery
Millions of flies spiral around a cross before they land
In a fresh grave someone dug last night
The little chappel looks so sad even the flowers seem to cry
And all those people seem to wait for the moment they will die
What a wonderfull place to have a cup of tea
What a wonderfull place to read a book bout
What a wonderfull place to sit around with me under a tree
On an afternoon in the cemetery

song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

From That Day....

I woke up in that morning.

I saw a nice view of nature outside the window.

I wanted to feel the day.

I wanted to explore my perceptions from that day.

I used to sit beside my little (but beautiful) garden.

I used to try to share something marvelous like them.

I used to write few words to impress you like them.

They are the noble-minded.

Me, a muddy boy always took my sense and my endurance at leisure.

Now, I came to know,

They always tried to show the actual law to reduce the drawback of life.

Yes, they were truly the lettered.

So, I got a lesson-

And I wanted to impress you by their admonitions

From the day.

Yes, from that day.

I always remember it (that day) before starting a rendition.

It was a remarkable and a resplendent day.

poem by Bibhakar Dutta
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Avalanche-the White Death

The land is white
The name of the land brings you
to the land of nothing
The name is white
The white is dead
Sun shines pale, the land shades full of pain
Avalea doesn't bloom and fall in this drain
I'm going back alive again
But no one's crying for the dead
The land is still white
Ice and snow are still the same as yesterday
But the wind is stronger in the sorrow
The land is white
The white is dead
They weep wherever they blow
Forever love, cursed land
Forever goodbye, my lovely land
No more tears falling in this land
Even the sand doesn't know
why he doesn't round to anywhere
The land has frozen like stone
The air is blowed dead
The land is white
The name is white
The land called white is dead

poem by Maria Sudibyo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Two Different People

Two different people
Black people, white people
Black world, White world
A black person thinks different from the white people
White people thinks highly of himself
White people works very hard for his living
Black's are lazy
They don't want to work, they just want the money
You have to work for the money, they just don't get it
White people knows that there are no free ride in life
Black's want a free ride, there are no free ride in life
Nothing is free in life except for the air that you breathe
The white people have to be careful of what they say to the black People
Whatever you say to the black people if they don't like it they will say it Is discrimination
We can't understand them
They have a mind of their own
The white people are loving and caring
What about the black people?
Not a hope in hell
I don't want any part of the black world
The black world is not safe for me
So I rather stay in my white world where I feel safe
We can't trust them
The reason why there is violence in this world is because the black People cause it
Now they don't like it because they have to live with it
We want a safe world for our people
The black people don't care about it because the only thing they know And seen is violence
There is too much violence on TV
They like it
They like the feeling of danger
We white don't like the feeling of danger
The blacks hate the white people and the white people don't like them Either
The white people knows when to shut up
The black people never knows when to shut up
There is why there are always problem with them
They make life miserable for us
The white people will always be a good friend
The black people can never be your friend
They will take everything they can get from you for free

poem by Aldo Kraas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

That Dont Impress Me Much

Ive known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But youve got being right down to an art
You think youre a genius--you drive me up the wall
Youre a regular original, a know-it-all
Bridge:
Oh-oo-oh, you think youre special
Oh-oo-oh, you think youre something else
Okay, so youre a rocket scientist
That dont impress me much
So you got the brain but have you got the touch
Dont get me wrong, yeah I think youre alright
But that wont keep me warm in the middle of the night
That dont impress me much
I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve--just in case
And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
cause heaven forbid it should fall outta place
(bridge)
Okay, so youre brad pitt
That dont impress me much
So you got the looks but have you got the touch
Dont get me wrong, yeah I think youre alright
But that wont keep me warm in the middle of the night
That dont impress me much
Youre one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I cant believe you kiss your car good night
Cmon baby tell me--you must be jokin, right!
(bridge)
Okay, so youve got a car
That dont impress me much
So you got the moves but have you got the touch
Dont get me wrong, yeah I think youre alright
But that wont keep me warm in the middle of the night
That dont impress me much
You think youre cool but have you got the touch
Dont get me wrong, yeah I think youre alright
But that wont keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
That dont impress me much
Okay, so what do you think youre elvis or something...
Whatever
That dont impress me

song performed by by Shania Twain
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

On What Is Success So Few Do Agree

On what is success so few do agree
The successful one to you may not be so to me
No two see things exactly the same as some like to say
We all look at life in a different way
Some people are not very hard to impress
They associate money and material things with success
Such as the value of your house and the value of your car
They never see you for the person you are,
The company you work for and your take home pay
Many look at success in this sort of a way
To them compassion and kindness to little amount
Though these things should be taken into account
When talking of success though it seems to me
That most of us look at things quite differently.

poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Treated As If Royal Guests

It doesn't pay to underestimate,
The abilities of anyone.
Or base an opinion of their experiences,
On where they may live.
Mode of transportation used.
Scuff marks on their shoes.
Physical appearances and choice of dress.
Perceptions of their intelligence.
Or the way they express a lack of interest,
In attending social sets.
Even the way one speaks is deceiving.

Those who have minds with perceptions like this,
Ultimately discover,
They are the ones dismissed.
Believing that which is shown...
Exposes the unknown.
So untrue are those beliefs some cling onto.

Who would ever conceive, perceive or believe,
Someone outwardly without trying...
Could to others impress.
With invitations secretly received,
To wine and dine with those who 'do' impress.
Yet...
Have similar personalities.
And enjoy being in the company,
Of the ones others decide to detest...
As insignificant 'wannabees'.

And requested they are,
To sit at the head of tables.
And treated as if royal guests.
While others dressed to impress,
Would never get an invitation...
To sweep or mop dirty floors.

But,
However...
Allowed to press their pretentious noses,
Up against the windows.
From outside as they shiver in the cold.

One never knows!
Do one?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Black men, White men

should i be led to believe
that the white men's heart
is soft as cotton? and when
touched, is torched, bursts into flame
to settle comfortably in black,
a trail of humble lesson for the soul

should i be led to believe
that a black man's heart is
full of courage? charging like a bull
through America black or white
settling for nothing in between?

should i be led to believe that
black and white work the
theory of ying and yang
ever balancing to rev up the world?
rice would even grow in bush
black hair turns eventually into
a crown of white wisdom
and blackboards light up
knowledge in white chalk
white shines at its best in black
and where else but a piece of white
where black could make its clearest stamp
of its stand - left or right, right or wrong

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

This Has Got To Be for The Love!

Do they wish to impress?
Or do they live just to do it,
As part of a 'self' consciousness.
Conscious their gifts exist.

And it is not with impressions,
Expressed with a witnessed unlimited giving.
It is who they are.
And that is done at their best.

To simply impress comes as no effort.
To those who are blessed...
To progress through stress.
And produce the unexpected.
Without getting needed rest.

And this...
Has got to be for the love!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Cemetery Drive

cemetery drive,
covered in mist,
driving down the road,
so cold,
the crypts and tombstones cast dark shadow,
the bats and the wind,
grimly howl,
cemetery drive,
a place of shadow,
cemetery drive,
tall dead trees,
comfort the dead,
black roses grow along the road,
they fight the cold,
and give the living hope,
the living hope their hearts never stop,
and they'll never have to call cemetery drive home,
and tend to the shadows and black roses

poem by Catie Belle Stark
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Roll With The Punches

They say that people are livin in the street
No food in their belly, no shoes on their feet
Six black children livin in a burned-up room
One bare light bulb swinging
Little black kid come home from school
Put his key in the door
Mr. rats on the stairway, mr. junkies lyin in his
Own vomit on the floor
You gotta roll with the punches, little black boy
Thats what you got to do
You got to roll with the punches
Tap it baby
Theres all these boring people, you see em on the tv
And theyre making up all these boring stories
About how bad things have come to be
They say you got to, got to, got to feed the hungry
You got to, got to, got to heal the sick
I say we aint gotta do nothin for nobody
cause they wont work a lick, you know
They just gonna have to roll with the punches, yes they will
Gonna have to roll with them
They gonna have to roll with the punches, yes they will
It dont matter whether youre white, black or brown
You wont get nowhere putting down
The old red, white and blue
Tap it baby. alright. all right!
Look at those little shorts hes got on, ladies and
Gentlemen
You can see all the way to argentina
Get it
So pretty
Let em go to belgium, let em go to france
Let em go to russia
Well at least they ought to have the chance to go there
We have talked about the red, we have talked about the blue
Now we gonna talk about the white
Thats what were gonna do
Now we had to roll with the punches, yes we did
We had to roll with em
We had to roll with the punches
Yes we did
We had to roll with em
I dont care what you say
Youre livin in the greatest country in the world
When youre livin in the usa
Tap it baby, alright
All right

song performed by by Randy Newman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Ocean Blue

Well you took me home
And you took me back
But deep down inside
The feeling just died and i
Couldnt see why
From indigo to royal blue
I travel far but no one will do
Anytime, anyplace
Every shape every face
Brings memories of you
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue - ocean blue
Fair weather friends might drift away
When summer ends and skies burn grey
So I walk to the ocean
Pilot these shores
Just thinking of you
Its time we kissed the clouds goodbye
From now on its strictly blue sky
Come rain and shine
The outlook is still fine
Im thinking of you
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue - ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue, ocean blue
Ocean blue, ocean blue
Ocean blue, ocean blue
Ocean blue, ocean ocean
Ocean, ocean
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue - ocean blue
I stand at the head of the queue
Theres mutinys every crew
Wishin and wonderin bout you
Ocean blue

song performed by by Abc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

There Is No Such Thing As Writer's Block

i am part of the
lousy writers' club
restless people
with nothing to do
but write

hopeless cases
of paranoia
biting their pens
speeding their fingers
on the keys
without much thought
whether
people believe in their
causes

we are part of this
useless endeavor
the objective of which
is only to express
and not really to impress

i am part of the lousy people
our business is to write and write
and writer's block is
a crime

we write not really to impress
but only to express
we are depressed
we are oppressed
we are obsessed
to a fly and wasp and
termites and trite

we are not afraid of our
own self infected cliches.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Too many people spend money they haven't earned, to buy things they don't want, to impress people they don't like.

quote by Will Smith
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!

Kingdom Over the Mountain

Courts are many in the kingdom over the mountain,
Where kings have stammered over their speeches,
Where the royal palaces must conserve their strength
To fight us in the lands of many, the land of plenty.

Offered a ghostly help by his subjects,
The king is expecting melodies to surprise his court,
His is the evolution to tame a monster and a country,
Too many troops have died in the end for this country.

Always some of us stage rebellion in trampling fashion,
In work of worst strategy, and fame at last.
Then a king and a queen have departed to the hereafter,
To the land of Paradise, the bouncy one.

Plenty of people gather in strong heaps,
To cling is the best strange action
So then we learn of these royal families
To cling on the hammer of their judgement.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Come Next Winter, Friends

COME NEXT WINTER, FRIENDS

I WILL WAIT WITH MY SON IN MY HANDS
FORGET NOT COMING TO MY LAND MY FRIENDS

WHEN THE WOODS BLOOM WITH FLOWERS OF SNOW
WHEN THE BOREAS BRING YOU HELL WITH BLOW
WHEN YOUR HEARTS CRAVE FOR WARMTH AND GLOW