Ambition drove many men to become false; to have one thought locked in the breast, another ready on the tongue.
Sallust in The War with Catiline
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Ambition drove many men to become false to have one thought locked in the breast, another ready on the tongue.
Domestic Shades 4
The thief was the chieftain that night
Stole from five houses erst in full flight
Last was ours at late night
Must've been there enough sound definite
As the windows were cut open straight
And weapons, palm-logs caught later our sight
Stupid me, unusually slept without a shake slight
However usual time set me ready for a plight
Monition woke up to wake up my daughter's exam fright
By then back door slammed me down at a dark height
Alarmed tongue drove the legs to fall and fear and excite
'Thief, thief' screamed my mind ready to fight
Nudged my husband with all my might
Stirred up hubby locked out of his sleep freight
Just to let the chieftain out of sight
Wide- open back door, broken windows stood quite
However remarkable was that night
For dacoity hacked many houses of our site
And trust, cop could bravely trace them out right
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Kick It Up And Be Ready For Me
Kick it up and be ready for me.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
You said with your lips,
You also have had it.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
You said I was foolish,
But now you see where I'm at.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
You had your limousines,
And drove around in Cadillacs.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
And when that train comes,
I'll not be looking back.
Heartbreak from me has to go.
So...
Kick it up and be ready for me.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
You once valued your 'things' more than me.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
You once said to me only bling was your thing.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
But your bling rusted up and on me your mind clinged.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
And now duets with me you want to sing.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
You said with your lips,
You also have had it.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
You had your limousines,
And drove around in Cadillacs.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
And when that train comes,
I will not be looking back.
Heartbreak from me has to go,
So...
Kick it up and be ready for me.
All that nonsense I am leaving.
And at the depot I will be,
So...
If you're coming come with me,
To go.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
All that nonsense I am leaving.
And at the depot I will be,
So...
If you're coming come with me,
To go.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Locked
Children tattooed, pierced and studded, dreadlocked;
parents panicked, indecisive, deadlocked.
Mother to daughter: live as you must, if you must;
for just a bit longer, keep the door to your bed locked.
Son to father: teach me what you know,
but I won't agree to keep the door to my head locked.
Mother to father: where have you been, and where
have you kept your thoughts and all you might have said locked?
They'd come so far, and then she saw, in him,
the door to their life, their home, their daily bread locked.
One night in a fiery panic dream he ran
and found the door toward which he'd wildly fled locked.
Aging, but at long last ripe and ready,
she found the on-ramp to the road ahead locked.
They learned too late the cost of keeping that cellar
full of truths that could not be gainsaid locked.
The young return. Too many find the way back
to lives in the country for which they fought and bled locked.
Eric, old friend, as you try each door in the mind,
will you wake one day to find the heart instead locked?
poem by Eric Torgersen
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Are You Ready?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready to meet jesus?
Are you where you ought to be?
Will he know you when he sees you
Or will he say, depart from me?
Are you ready, hope youre ready.
Am I ready, am I ready?
Am I ready, am I ready?
Am I ready to lay down my life for the brethren
And to take up my cross?
Have I surrendered to the will of god
Or am I still acting like the boss?
Am I ready, hope Im ready.
When destruction cometh swiftly
And theres no time to say a fare-thee-well,
Have you decided whether you want to be
In heaven or in hell?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Have you got some unfinished business?
Is there something holding you back?
Are you thinking for yourself
Or are you following the pack?
Are you ready, hope youre ready.
Are you ready?
Are you ready for the judgment?
Are you ready for that terrible swift sword?
Are you ready for armageddon?
Are you ready for the day of the lord?
Are you ready, I hope youre ready.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.
quote by Virginia Woolf
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Im Ready
Im ready
Id like to see you, thought Id let you know
I wanna be with you everyday
Cause Ive got a feeling that beginning to grow
And theres only one thing I can say
Im ready - to love you
Im ready - to hold you
Im ready - Im ready
Im ready as Im gonna be
She left me a long note when she left me here
Told me that love was hard to find
But baby its easy and Ill make it clear
Theres only one thing on my mind
Im ready - to love you
Im ready - to hold you
Im ready - Im ready
Im ready as Im gonna be
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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Frank Drummer
Out of a cell into this darkened space --
The end at twenty-five!
My tongue could not speak what stirred within me,
And the village thought me a fool.
Yet at the start there was a clear vision,
A high and urgent purpose in my soul
Which drove me on trying to memorize
The Encyclopedia Britannica!
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Do Not!
Do not despair of man, and do not scold him,
Who are you that you should so lightly hold him?
Are you not also a man, and in your heart
Are there not warlike thoughts and fear and smart?
Are you not also afraid and in fear cruel,
Do you not think of yourself as usual,
Faint for ambition, desire to be loved,
Prick at a virtuous thought by beauty moved?
You love your wife, you hold your children dear,
Then say not that Man is vile, but say they are.
But they are not. So is your judgement shown
Presumptuous, false, quite vain, merely your own
Sadness for failed ambition set outside,
Made a philosophy of, prinked, beautified
In noble dress and into the world sent out
To run with the ill it most pretends to rout.
Oh know your own heart, that heart's not wholly evil,
And from the particular judge the general,
If judge you must, but with compassion see life,
Or else, of yourself despairing, flee strife.
poem by Stevie Smith
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S13
one thing with thought is that it is fluid.
do you like them to be stones? the sculptors are
ready with their hammers.
one thing with flexibility is that something always
wants to remain open, a door for instance
sometimes to wait for the beloved it is never locked
till midnight
or that window that misses the moon
it never closes till twilight
for the love of light and cool air
some have to be apertures and orifices
my mouth is open for love my arms are unclosed circles
my heart grasps for air something in it is still open
in fact, as you have seen it,
in its unclosed state, it is still bleeding
my mind is open functioning as a parachute of my ambitions
my body does not actually mind what happens next
trusting in words, in another glass of red wine,
cherries for the tongue
the last one for the road, who knows?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet 138
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
Unskilful in the world's false forgeries.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although I know my years be past the best,
I smiling credit her false-speaking tongue,
Outfacing faults in love with love's ill rest.
But wherefore says my love that she is young?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O Love's best habit is a flattering tongue,
And Age, in love, loves not to have years told.
Therefore I'll lie with Love, and love with me,
Since that our faults in love thus smother'd be.
poem by William Shakespeare from The Passionate Pilgrim (1599)
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Give me the ready hand rather than the ready tongue.
quote by Giuseppe Garibaldi
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Down By The Side Of The Road
Her father was a failure
Her mother was a comfort
To a doctor and lawyer and indian chief.
The shirt ran out of buttons
He lost all his marbles at a baseball game
And they went on relief.
The bank took away their diplomas
They locked them up inside of the chest
And she moved away to oklahoma
And got a tattoo on the side of her breast
God-damn, my socks are still hard
From lying on the sofa on the night she was over in my backyard
Yeah, we was shooting the breeze out amongst the trees
When a shot rang low
And left her standing down by the side of the road
Down by the side of the road
Father have mercy, whoo whoo
Get her a nurse please
Shes almost alone
I saw her hand reaching out for the telephone
We rather see her locked up inside a home
Than see her standing down by the side of the road
Down by the side of the road
Headlights flashing on her skirt in the wind.
Yonder comes a truck it drove by two men.
Shotgun man leaned out and said do you want to take a ride?
Out in the pale moonlight light. light light lie lie lie lie
Too long in the hot sun
She couldve be miss wisconsin a long time ago
Spent to much time inside of the early show
Wed bought her a ticket but she didnt want to go
She was standing down by the side of the road
Down by the side of the road
Headlights flashing, caught a skirt in the wind.
Yonder comes a truck it drove by two men.
Shotgun man leaned out and said do you want to take a ride?
Out in through the pale moonlight
Her father was a failure
Her mother was a comfort
To a doctor and lawyer and indian chief.
The shirt made out of buttons
He lost all his marbles at a baseball game
And they went on relief.
The bank took away their diplomas
They locked them up inside of the chest
And she moved away to oklahoma
And got a tattoo on the side of her breast
God-damn, my thoughts are still hard.
From lying on the sofa on the night she was overi n my backyard
Yeah, we was shooting the breeze out amongst the trees
When a shot rang low
And left her standing down by the side of the road
Down by the side of the road
Down by the side of the road
Down by the side of the road
song performed by by John Prine
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I'm Ready
Well I\'m ready... ready as anybody can be
I am ready... a ready as anybody can be
I\'m ready for you
I hope you ready for me
Got an out of town pistol with the graveyard frame
It shoots tombstone bullets... wit da ball and chain
I\'m drinkin\' TNT... and smokin\' dynamite
I hope some schoolboy pick a fight
\'Cause I\'m ready... ready as anybody can be
Well I\'m ready for you... I hope you ready for me
Now listen...
All you pretty little chicks with\'chor curly hair
Know you feel like I ain\'t nowhere
But stop what\'chor doin\' honey... come over here
I\'ll prove it to ya baby that I ain\'t no square
\'Cause I\'m ready... ready as anybody can be
Now I\'m ready for you... I hope you ready for me
Look out...
Look out...
Well I been drinkin\' gin like never before
I\'m feelin\' so good... honey that\'s for sure
One more drink... honey I wish you would
Take a whole lotta lovin\' to make me feel good
\'Cause I\'m ready... ready as anybody can be
Well I\'m ready for you... I hope you ready for...
A ready for...
A ready for...
Well I\'m ready for...
Oh baby...
You know I\'m ready for you
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Do You Really Want To Be The One And Only?
Do you really want to be the one and only?
If you are the only
Are you ready to be lonely?
If you are the one
Are you ready to be the centre of attention?
Do you really want to be the one and only?
If you are the only
Will you think only about surviving?
If you are the one
Will you be burdened by destiny?
Do you really want to be the one and only?
When you are the only
Because you are the one who left
When you are the one
Because you are the only hope
Do you really want to be the one and only?
If you are the only
Will you be hard to believe anything?
If you are the one
Will you try to always be perfect?
Do you really want to be the one and only?
If you are the only
Will you turn cold and bitter?
If you are the one
Will you go distant and untouchable?
Do you really want to be the one and only?
When you are the only
It demands you a life
When you are the one
It comes out responsibility
Do you really want to be the one and only?
If you are the only
Do you act out of revenge?
If you are the one
Are you moved by ambition?
Do you really want to be the one and only?
If you are the only
Will somebody really care about you?
If you are the one
Will somebody ever understand you?
Do you really want to be the one and only?
When you are the only
Don't be afraid to be gone
When you are the one
Don't be scared to fall
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Alone Alone Alone
He was writing his sermon.
He'd locked his room.
He wanted none to break his thoughts.
No one would ever disturb him.
He was alone, alone, alone.
He was fixing his false teeth,
behind closed doors.
He wanted none to peep in on his secret.
No one would want to know if he had teeth.
He was alone, alone, alone.
He was counting his coins,
in the darkness of his shabby hut.
He wanted none to know his wealth.
No one wanted his meager sum.
He was alone, alone, alone.
You and I are all like them,
locked behind our own doors,
not wanting to be pried into.
Not knowing how isolated we are.
We are just alone, alone, alone.
poem by Saju Abraham
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The British Tar
A British tar is a soaring soul,
As free as a mountain bird,
His energetic fist should be ready to resist
A dictatorial word.
His nose should pant and his lip should curl,
His cheeks should flame and his brow should furl,
His bosom should heave and his heart should glow,
And his fist be ever ready for a knock-down blow.
His eyes should flash with an inborn fire,
His brow with scorn be rung;
He never should bow down to a domineering frown,
Or the tang of a tyrant tongue.
His foot should stamp and his throat should growl,
His hair should twirl and his face should scowl;
His eyes should flash and his breast protrude,
And this should be his customary attitude!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Who Locked The Boys Out?
Once I saw some boys
Outside a gate
They had come to school
But they were very late
Everywhere was closed
All about
It caused me to wonder
Who locked the boys out?
I saw a group
On the outside
It was graduation day
But they had come to play
The girls were inside ready to go
But for the boys it was not so
They were outside walking all about
I asked who locked the boys out?
I observed some boys
Wasting their lives away
For them
Life was only about play
In school they refused to learn
Diminishing their ability to earn
Their decisions caused them to loose their clout
Tell me, tell me who looked the boys out?
I noticed a gang
At the corner of a street
They had gathered together
There to meet
Only profanity
Came out of their mouth
I asked the question
Who locked the boys out?
I found some lads
In a prison cell
Who confided in me
That they were living in 'hell'
They longed to be flourishing and free
Instead they were chained in misery
Staked out in a desert's deadly drought
Will somebody please tell me who locked the boys out?
Too many boys all around the world
Are on the outside looking in
Reaping the harvest
Of their fathers sin
Some are tying to get in
But their chances seem so slim
So I ask with a serious, solemn shout
Who locked the boys out?
poem by Howard Simon
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I am Ready
I am ready to die
not ready to live.
Whatever I want
please give.
Giving is not
taking worry not.
Whatever you thinks
it is not my thought.
Alright
I am ready to go
alas, it is you
who is there to stay.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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