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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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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A Remedy Too Many Dare to Face
To tunnel in and out of the darkside,
Has to be done.
If an appreciation for light,
Helps to overcome....
A foolish accepted activity,
Easily embraced...
By those too long comforted by clouds.
When there is an option to bask in Sun.
To avoid pain some keep it sustained.
And not to admit it is felt...
Does not mean it is not seen,
Nor kept undetected from someone else.
It resides and hides behind illnesses.
Inhabiting our minds to dine on mental ailments.
And they are shared without thought.
As if to gift others...
Seeking agonies sought.
'You're not the only one,
Who has enjoyed those aches and pains.
I've had them for years.
And my doctor says I should...
Double the dose.
Promising slowly I will begin not to notice.
As long as I maintain the routine.'
To tunnel in and out of the darkside,
Has to be done.
If an appreciation for light,
Helps to overcome...
Until the root of this self infliction,
Ends a need for habitual prescriptions...
We are addicted to monitor.
Fearing the cure of self examination.
A remedy too many dare to face.
Choosing to pop and dropp daily as scheduled,
On 'anti-reality' in its place!
With no less than 8 ounces of a preferred beverage.
'I'll take another round of rum and coke.
Forget the rocks! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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No one will be forced to take the public option. The word option means choice.
quote by Valerie Jarrett
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Be not a beggar
Avoid seeking aids
Unless in bare needs;
Avoid getting helps
Unless in dire needs.
Provide in equals
To those aids and helps.
You should not afford
To be a beggar.
Offer help and aids
That must not be baits;
Offer gifts and kinds
That should not be a debt.
Your pay out should not be
Less than your receipts.
You cannot afford to be a beggar,
You be not greedy
Which makes you ugly.
Then you aren’t shut
Doors by the dear ones.
You may remain poor
But not a beggar.
Being a beggar
Is worse than a slave.
18 09,2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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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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Difficult Issues
Life is a story
Of pain and pleasure
Where we get a chance
To collect valuable treasures
Tresures that include
Sympathy, help and love
For that is what we all
Want and deserve
And remember whenever
You encounter a difficult issue
Try to solve it with
The patience tissue
And offer your love
Your hand and your smile
For that is what will go
With you long miles
And know that all those
Aches and pains
Comes from God Almighty
To test your gains
And if you're strong
And help others in test
Then you'll be rewarded
With joy and zest
And all your troubles
And your pains and tears
Will be healed with
Infinite peace layer.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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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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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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The President has been a big proponent of the public option since the campaign.
quote by Valerie Jarrett
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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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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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Attachment Level
I never gave thought for degree of attachment
How can one think of it and offer comment?
It is real feeling from inside depth
It remains till the time of the death
It is God gift that prompts you to go very close
World would have gone barren if we had no option to choose
It is unknown attraction that pulls us near
We address them affectionately and call dear
You think of good and give fine support
It is one kind of loose attachment with good rapport
Human beings are made of sensitive fiber
Never forget a close friend but always remember
You can do two things in life all the times
Miss some one and cry or offer smile sometimes
There is no third option with you to be called nice person
As everything is out of our ambit with certain reasons
The body stretches fast when you burst into laughter
You may come to know the effect soon after
Some thing freshen up to remain in good mood
As if energy is abstracted from the fresh food
No one regrets friendship if it is genuine
Some friends prove as bitter as quinine
They leave behind bitter taste to last long
You may feel sour about being with the company of wrong
We may not come to know about the end of the journey
Nothing may accompany us including assets or money
Some of the close friends may miss the company
Your absence may not invite the attention of many
It is difficult to weigh in terms of any degree
We feel certainly relieved and very much free
It is closeness and love that keeps us in good spirit
We are always eager to meet friends and lovingly greet
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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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Comfortable Fog
Intoxicated...
By the wrong choice of toxins,
Inside of a chosen box.
Even if one should step out,
To venture...
A hindering of a forget or a forget me not,
Option...
Is an addiction one adopts,
When an honesty is blocked.
And as intoxicated as many have been,
A thick fog on the outside of their doors...
Hides more than unseen surroundings.
It keeps those inside imprisoned...
With minds clogged,
By forget or forget me not options...
Few who pass with interactive lives,
Are caring less who hides inside!
And if lights are turned off...
With shades pulled down to avoid Sunlight.
A life unlived would still not be noticed.
Since from inside what is seen,
Would be a surrounding of comfortable fog.
Intoxicated...
By the wrong choice of toxins,
Inside of a chosen box.
Even if one should step out,
To venture...
A hindering of a forget or a forget me not,
Option...
Is an addiction one adopts,
When an honesty is blocked.
And engulfed...
With the surrounding of comfortable fog
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Twenty one steps
Despite the wind and driving rain,
At their posts they must remain.
In woolen garb and white glove dress,
Twenty one steps, no more no less.
They honor those who came before
Who, unnamed, fell in foreign wars
Entombed forever far from home
in their sarcophagus of stone.
For duty and honor they remain
Despite the wind, despite the rain.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Let's not leave an educational vacuum to be filled by religious extremists who go to families who have no other option and offer meals, housing and some form of education. If we are going to combat extremism then we must educate those very same children.
quote by Hillary Clinton
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