The BS-ness of a Theory
Prone to lie.
Prone to seek alibis...
To coverup and deny.
Prone to articulate,
A relevance that deceives.
Prone to believe the BS-ness of a theory,
Planned and delivered...
Will be conceived and passed,
For the masses to perceive.
As reality!
To support and cloak,
Their disguises hidden.
To choke and maim all minds.
While those who suffer from these intentions,
Are left alone in their despair...
And driven to isolation.
While others stand on their backs...
To brag and boast,
Of such affairs!
In these desperate times.
Attacking those of lack with laughter.
With a thoughtlessness they dare to share...
To profit from these misdeeds long after!
How sinister,
Are they...
Who stir their own defeat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Uz
In the land of Uz,
You were captured and released later!
For many were they who came to beg for you,
And you now have many lessons to learn.
Learn how to live harmoniously and,
Learn how to share in the name of love;
For marriage is like school,
And it needs patience to understand it.
Extroverts are anger-prone and,
Introverts are fear-prone:
But the rule of life is to learn always!
And i am from the land of Uz to teach you all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Refrain from doing ill; for one all powerful reason, lest our children should copy our misdeeds; we are all too prone to imitate whatever is base and depraved.
All things may corrupt when minds are prone to evil.
All things can corrupt when minds are prone to evil.
In her name
In her name
~
I find her a-muse-ing
So delicate, beautiful and fair
That she plays upon my heart
A play of a thousand words
Like a butterfly serenade
A girl of dreamlike inspiration
Strikes a chord of verse
That my love is prone to song
To sing as softly sweet
As the clear ocean sky
For she is lit by the heavens
An array of stars above
So delicate, beautiful and fair
A girl who I am prone to say
A-muses me in such a way
I play with words in her name
poem by Matthew Holloway
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SONNET: On Conversions
Give them knowledge and the freedom to change;
Starve them to death; keep them impoverished;
Keep them disease-prone, victimized in range;
Keep them enslaved, isolated, ravished.
See them in fetters for changing their faith;
Deny them their basic rights; oppress them;
Deny them water to drink and to bathe;
New leaves of aggression sprouts from each stem!
How long do tortured minds and hearts go on?
How long do harassed bodies withstand scorn?
How long do suppressed men `unfair-dress’ don?
How long do fellowmen live lives forlorn?
Conversion is the quest for the true GOD;
And starts within, unhindered by the rod.
poem by John Celes
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Tumble Out Of The Flood: [Bukj föl az árból]
Terrify me, my hidden God,
I need your wrath, your scourge, your thunder;
quick, come tumble out of the flood,
lest nothingness sweep us asunder.
I am the one the horse knocks down,
up to my eyes in dirt, a cipher,
and yet I play with knives of pain
too monstrous for man's heart to suffer.
How easily I flame! the sun
is not more prone to burn--be frightening,
scream at me: leave the fire alone!
Rap my hands with your bolt of lightning.
Hammer it into me with rage
or grace: it's innocence that's evil!
that innocence could be my cage
burns at me fiercer than a devil.
A fragment from a wreck I lie,
tossed by a cruel tempest frothing;
alone; I dare, and I defy:
all merely signifying nothing.
I'd choke my very breath, to die,
your rod and staff thus disobeying,
and look you boldly in the eye,
you empty, human-faced unbeing!
poem by Attila Jozsef
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Men are more prone to cheating, definitely.
quote by Blu Cantrell
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I'm rather accident-prone, I have to admit. I've broken my back, my ribs, my nose, both my legs, my arm, my wrist, a finger and a toe and cracked my skull three times.
quote by Orlando Bloom
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When in the long-drawn avenues of Thought
When in the long-drawn avenues of Thought
I halt, and look before me and behind,
And seek what erst I all too little sought,
Some spot secure of rest, I do not find.
Retrace my steps I dare not, lest each nook
I late rejected should reject me now,
And sweetest arbours, restlessly forsook,
No more be prone their leafage to allow.
So to the untrod distance do I strain,
Which seemeth ever further to extend;
Desiring oft, in irritable pain,
Premature sleep would bring that settled End,
When I shall know it all, or else forget
This far too little which for more doth fret.
poem by Alfred Austin
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Toast & Bananas
Do you wanna know what i think of you?
'cause you're not the way i thought you should be
Do take back what you said
It's time to fix, it's time to fix your head
And now all alone, one's less than two
I've never been better off living lonely
To listen to what you say
I couldn't care less of what you say
What did you think of me acting this way
I guess you never really thought at all
Is that what you call your brain?
Is that why i call you hang up on me?
I wanted to know, i didn't want to lose
And now i'm a man who's just living small
Listen to what you say
I couldn't care less of what you say
To me as i walk alone i'd
Much rather be riding prone, then
To be just another one you are lame to
I wanted to know, i didn't want to lose
But now i'm a man who's just living small
Listen to what you say
I couldn't care less of what you say
To me as i tune you out of my mind
Won't bend over backwards or
Take another step ahead to
Hear from you again
Don't talk to me as i walk alone, i'd
Much rather be riding prone, than
Be just another one you are lame to
Don't talk to me as i tune you out of my mind
Won't bend over backwards or
Take another step ahead to
Hear from you again
Don't talk to me as i walk alone, i'd
Much rather be riding prone, than
To be just another one you are lame to
song performed by by Blink 182
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I think writers are prone to hyperbole sometimes.
quote by John Legend
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Pleasant Places, Beautiful Borders
God grants me joy to love the Lord, He taught my heart to sing
For each new blessing and reward that only God could bring...
From Adam's line, each child was born and I was made aware
That God is able to forewarn each time I kneel in prayer...
For who am I and whose am I? God called me out by name...
No more a child that's prone to cry with sins to cause me shame.
My God, to me, is ever near, His Spirit guides my path,
Such that I walk devoid of fear, such that I'm prone to laugh...
Consider what the Lord has done that I should feel so blessed,
His light, to me, outshines the sun, His love has proved the best...
I marvel at the grace bestowed on someone such as I...
My very life to God is owed... His love for me won't die...
How can that be? What can I say? He fills me to the brim.
I think of God by night and day. I'll always think of Him...
What pleasant places He has spared, as if just mine alone...
Beautiful borders He has shared, this land is mine to own...
What can I do, but take His hand? He leads me tenderly,
Grants wisdom I can understand, because it's meant for me...
No wonder that I praise the Lord and teach new songs as well,
For love like His can't be ignored by hearts that long to tell.
(June 2011)
poem by Denis Martindale
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Shame of thrones
Shame of thrones
And what will you want
And see
Dead man prone.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
quote by Alexander Pope
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Bleeding In A Pool Of Shame
Some people are prone to condon,
Their distasteful behavior.
To make any claim whatsoever,
With a justifying of their misdeeds.
And this they do,
With a censoring done to others.
With attitudes they will excuse.
As a standard of values,
They monitor to ensure...
Others they choose to suppress,
Keep endeared and respected.
Some people are prone to condon,
Their distasteful behavior.
To make any claim whatsoever,
With a justifying of their misdeeds.
Only to witness their own credibility,
Bleeding in a pool of shame.
No matter what it is that the cruel people do,
They'll be bleeding in a pool of shame.
And no matter what the evilness people may choose,
They'll be bleeding in a pool of shame.
No matter what deceitful people choose what they do.
They'll be bleeding in a pool of shame.
No matter what those evil people choose for you,
They'll be bleeding in a pool of shame.
No matter what it is that the cruel people do,
They'll be bleeding in a pool of shame.
And no matter what the evilness people may choose,
They'll be bleeding in a pool of shame.
No matter what deceitful people choose what they do.
They'll be bleeding in a pool of shame.
No matter what those evil people choose for you,
They'll be bleeding in a pool of shame.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kings are more prone to mistrust the good than the bad; and they are always afraid of the virtues of others.
All institutions are prone to corruption and to the vices of their members.
quote by Morris West
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