Behaviour
The fulcrum of my behaviour is life,
Fortune forced its tentacles, conniving
And banishing the very layer I existed in.
The reality faced me in the head of affairs,
Our tails longer, the balancing act was tremendous
And very berated when we fell into the depths of the ocean
Of life.
The fulcrum or pivot was down where it lay-
Life was deciding behaviour, the very act.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Disturbing Behavior
Disturbing behaviour on the common front;
She wants perfect behviour out of everyone
She's got a bone to pick with you
And you don't know what to do;
She says your cheating days are through
And you know what you can do
Impropriety got the best of me
Impropriety wrote my destiny
Disturbing behaviour on the common front;
She wants perfect behaviour out of everyone
Outrageous behaviour convinces everyone
We want perfect behaviour out of everyone
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Maya
Maya is when
We know
Deep within
We are all
Bare, bony,
Scary, ugly
Skeletons…
Yet we fall
For the
Outer layer
Of body
Beautiful,
Face graceful,
Smile wonderful
Eyes bountiful…
Behaviour
Tactful -
That makes the
Whole nature
Of our life
So flimsy,
Conceited
And deceitful!
Yet,
That's the only way
We make our
Mundane life
So livable, breathable
And enjoyable :)
Maybe
It's a
Coping mechanism
By which we ignore
The all-pervading
Biting reality,
And embrace
The encompassing
Surreality…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Seesaw
we think about life as a seesaw
a balancing act
of two different weights
at the center of the
fulcrum
someone pushes another
one makes the shove
to create a pleasurable
game
you, up near the clouds
as i fall down to the plains
of the earth
we look at each other
on smiling eyes
mouths in loud laughter
excitement spread all over
space
you become confident
to my push and i become
trusting to your counters
until one of us decides to
jump and leave
the sound of the
blag of the world
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet: The Fulcrum
The Balance of Life, an angel does hold,
With fulcrum, pans of good deeds and of sin;
Man tries to alter the fulcrum, so bold,
With a bid, the Final Judgment to win.
But, what a pity? He doesn’t realize,
God’s balance is the most perfect of all!
An earthling shouldn’t be always worldly-wise,
And not listen to the Heavenly call.
The few remnant virtues, a man holds back,
O’er-shadowed by sins and his growing vice;
And ultimately, he is sure to lack,
The money needed for Heaven’s fair price!
The worldly-wise man is a trend-setter!
The soul-wise human, a Heaven-getter!
poem by John Celes
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One's Addictive Behaviour
To alcohol he lost his young daughter and wife
He says they were not wrong to walk out of his life
For addictive behaviour the price one must pay
And he is one person who sees it this way.
To keep on drinking alcohol the choice he did make
Though he knew in his heart that this was a mistake
He made the wrong choice with his marriage at stake
One's addictive behaviour can cause others heartbreak.
One's addictive behaviour can come at a huge cost
With abuse of health and broken marriages so much to be lost
An addiction of any sort is not a good thing
And the praises of addictive behaviour you won't hear many sing.
For the break up of his marriage his wife he does not blame
Though that he chose alcohol above her and their daughter does cause him some shame
But at conquering an addiction few seem to succeed
'Tis a human frailty the weakness of need.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Busy Lives
When someone says 'do telephone', she telephones
When someone says 'please write', she always writes
When someone says 'pop by', she excitedly replies
that she will, and what is more, she always does.
But the world is perverse in its behaviour
and most people find her eagerness quite strange.
When she telephones or writes or dares to visit;
they're most put out or dare I say, enraged!
She ponders on her life and their behaviour
she feels so very lonely and so sad.
She popped in yesterday to see a neighbour.
They said, in callous tones, 'go get a life'.
They chat amongst themselves and they condemn her.
They say, 'Well you know her, she's not quite right',
but in their hearts, they know, of course, they've failed her,
their excuse is that they lead such busy lives.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Bad Behaviour
I'm heading up to London, sat on a train;
The children, sat near to me, are being a pain.
Two are lounged lengthways across the seats,
And constantly pester their mother for sweets.
The girl, sat behind me, keeps on kicking my seat;
Their belongings are strewn around, far from neat.
The boy is so comfy, that he's removed his shoes;
Their behaviour makes me want to blow a fuse!
The boy happily drops sweet wrappers everywhere,
But, about his behaviour, his mother does not care.
Bored, the boy steals his little sister's teddy bear:
About her being upset, he simply does not care.
Now the children are running round and about;
The children, and their mother, constantly shout.
All three children are constantly whinging:
Their behaviour has me inwardly cringing.
On his seat, the boy, aged about eight, is now stood;
Their behaviour is a galaxy away from being good.
I can't believe the mother lets them act this way:
She really needs to keep their behaviour at bay.
This is not how these children should behave:
About their behaviour, I want to rant and rave.
At Clapham Junction, the family leave the train:
I celebrate inside, as they were driving me insane.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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A Saying We Hear Often
A saying we hear often like father like son
It is only human when all is said and done
That the boy models himself on the behaviour of dad
More often than not for the good than the bad.
Though few so few ever grow into a sage
Good values by people learned at a young age
In behaviour the son the dad does imitate
One might say from life we get what we create.
The son mostly models himself on the father what more proof does one need
That by good or bad example one only can lead
Though on some occasions this has been proved wrong
The bond between father and son mostly strong.
I'm not into human psychology so don't ask me why
Like father like son in most cases apply
Without a good father the child in life may not succeed
Good role models in their life every young person need.
poem by Francis Duggan
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There comes a time in each life like a point of fulcrum. At that time you must accept yourself. It is not anymore what you will become. It is what you are and always will be.
quote by John Fowles
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Life`s Polarities
Why is there life?
Why is there death?
Why are there tragedies?
Why are there feasts?
Why is there evil?
Why is there good?
Why is there care?
Why is there neglect?
Why are there memories
Why is there forgetfulness?
Why is there despair
Why is there hope?
Why is there childhood?
Why is there adulthood?
Why is there disease?
Why is there health?
Funny and mysterious life
with all its polarities!
Hold on to its fulcrum
as its polarities rotate!
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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There comes a time in each life like a point of fulcrum. At that time you must accept yourself. It is not any more what you will become. It is what you are and always will be.
The Future
The future is our goal for the putting,
An appointed lot, denigrating the past
As if the anchor called the present is also
For the past, as the fulcrum is perfect and formed.
We observe past events through the mirror in our eyes,
Photographs can help, ambition leads us on,
Where are the questions to be in agreement?
Why do memories force this life forward
When the anticipation of the work is grand and mighty?
The future of our adventure or our journey existed
For the ones punished and those thwarted
Yet we prevailed with peace, the peace is solid
With exact soothing nature.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Life's Reality
There's weariness,
that clings tightly,
There's a sadness,
for having existed,
There's isolation,
in a forced silence.
Life is a spectrum,
of hatred and love,
Failure and success,
boredom and patience,
Weakness and strength,
indifference and faith.
You are benevolent to one,
But very cruel to another,
Could this be life's reality?
poem by Elmer Romulo Valdez
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Pivot
Giving up a sight,
To scope upon another...
Is a pivot.
Why can't you pivot.
Turning your head,
Sometimes would be better...
If you pivot.
Why can't you pivot.
Why can't you leave what is,
To be it's own.
Why can't you,
Let live and let live alone.
Why can't you,
Walk away or go back home.
Giving up a sight,
To scope upon another...
Is a pivot.
Why can't you pivot.
Turning your head,
Sometimes would be better...
If you pivot.
Why can't you pivot.
Why can't you leave what is,
To be it's own.
Why can't you pivot.
Do a pivot.
Why can't you,
Let live and let live alone.
Why can't you pivot.
Do a pivot.
Why can't you,
Walk away or return back home.
Why can't you leave what is,
To be it's own.
Why can't you,
Let live and let live alone.
Giving up a sight,
To scope upon another...
Is a pivot.
Why can't you pivot.
Turning your head,
Sometimes would be better...
If you pivot.
Why can't you pivot.
Turning your head,
Sometimes would be better...
If you pivot.
Why can't you pivot.
Why can't you do this.
Do a pivot.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dog Faced Boy
Eels - dog faced boy
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Coming home from the school today
Crying all along the way
Aint no way for a boy to be
Begging ma to shave me please
You little punks think you own this town
Well someday someones gonna bring you down
Life aint pretty for a dog faced boy
Life aint pretty for a dog faced boy
You, take back what you said now
Thats the last time I cry
You tell me what it is to be a friend, now
till I walk beside you on the street now
Ma wont shave me
Jesus cant save me
Dog faced boy
Life aint pretty for a dog faced boy
Life aint pretty for a dog faced boy
Life aint pretty for a dog faced boy
Life aint pretty for a dog faced boy
Going back to the school tomorrow
Hang my hairy head in sorrow
Aint no way for a boy to be
Aint no way to set me free, now
Ma wont shave me
Jesus cant save me
Dog faced boy
Ma wont shave me
Jesus cant save me
Dog faced boy
song performed by by Eels
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Special Needs
Remember me when youre the one whos silver screen
Remember me when youre the one you always dreamed
Remember me when everyones noses start to bleed
Remember me, special needs
Just 19 and suckers dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour
Remember me when you clinch your movie deal
And think of me stuck in my chair that has four wheels
Remember me through flash photography and screams
Remember me, special dreams
Just 19 this suckers dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour
Just 19 and suckers dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour
Remember me...
Just 19 this suckers dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour
Just 19 and suckers dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour
Remember me...
song performed by by Placebo
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To those - and they are now the majority - who see human life merely as a development and complication of animal life all forms of behaviour which cannot produce certificates of an animal origin and of survival value are suspect. Friendship's cer¬tificates are not very satisfactory.
C.S. Lewis in The Four Loves
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No Tears For You
How many times have you been warned?
Warned about your behaviour
Behaviour unbecoming of a student
Expected and aspiring to be a star
A superstar sparkling and sparking
How many times have you defend your style?
Claiming you were in total control
Absolute control of your school life
A life that will yield enviable output
Making you the joy of your parents
Has the law of reciprocity been invalidated?
Has the law of harvest been refuted?
Is experience no more the best teacher?
Can you be an exception to the normal?
Only time can answer these questions.
The moment of truth will come.
Your dictum will be diligently tested.
That recipe of success through slackness.
That formula of triumph via sloppiness.
The idiocy you habitually and heartily defended.
But on the wall is the handwriting,
Crystal clear and revealing.
By your acts of omission and commission,
You have freely favoured failure;
Failure will fittingly be your fate.
No tears for you.
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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Untoward Behaviour
Toward, untoward!
Untoward behaviour;
Rover, drover!
Between two men;
Without a decision.
Drudge,
Drowsy,
Drowse,
It came out! !
Without your support.
Judge, drudge!
Dystopia,
Trophy, dystrophy!
Dysprosium,
Like an evil spirit;
Dweeb!
It enters in;
Larger than normal,
Untoward behaviour.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I think maybe when you live with someone who is really very ill for a long time, it somehow gives you more of a greedy appetite for life and maybe, yes, you are less measured in your behaviour than you would otherwise be.
quote by Nigella Lawson
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