Heresy
Here and there you are to be spectacular,
Only to forfeit the ridicule and pain,
To blame a person on his skill and precision,
To craft a lie so awkward the men would die,
And learning has worked again.
poem by Naveed Akram
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If Blame be my side—forfeit Me
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If Blame be my side—forfeit Me—
But doom me not to forfeit Thee—
To forfeit Thee? The very name
Is sentence from Belief—and House—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Awkward Age
I should have know that you were only just fifteen
You had a scowl like a Klingon beauty queen
Old enough to stand out but to young to stand with pride
So uncomfortable in your messed-up skin
And the cool parties never let you in
I can still relate to being so high and dry
Don't cry...
You're just at an awkward age
We'll all be fine
Disgraceful under pressure
Don't toe the line
You're just at an awkward age
Don't cry- just an awkward age
Don't cry
You're just at an awkward...
You look at me like i know what's going on
I'm looking back and i wonder what went wrong
I really thought by now a few things might clarify
I got a mind that goes out to lunch for days
And a body that sometimes disobeys
I get into the parties but i hate them 'cos i'm shy
Oh my...
I'm still at an awkward age
We'll all be fine
Disgraceful under pressure
Don't toe the line
You're just at an awkward age
Don't cry- just an awkward age
Don't cry
You're just at an awkward...
We're supposed to be happy
Supposed to be tough
Supposed to be flawless
Snd buy the right stuff
They want us all swimming
Don't care if we drown
Do don't let 'em take you down
It's a scary mountain to climb up without a guide
Besides...
We live in an awkward age
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Sonnet: Such Blaming is Futile
Why blame poor Death when it does its duty?
Why blame the land for becoming desert?
Why blame Nature for unleashing fury?
Why blame dame Luck for being so inert?
Why blame the Sun for scorching summer’s heat?
Why blame the winter for its freezing cold?
Why blame the Wind for turning land less neat?
Why blame women for asking diamonds, gold?
Why blame the Sky for not bringing the Rain?
Why blame the Air for becoming so foul?
Why blame the nerves for sensation of pain?
Why blame the devils for your sinful soul?
Why blame the Stars for good or bad life brings?
Why blame your God for bad turn of some things?
poem by John Celes
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Fair Thee Well Without Teachers?
ridicule the teachers
gifted teachers with passion heart
society blame teachers
blame teachers for problems
politicians poverty laziness created
blame teachers decades past
for all your problems today
ever heard of night school
upskilling retraining effort
take no guilt no responsibility
blame teachers for problems
fair thee well without teachers?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Learning
I'm learning to say thank you.
And I'm learning to say please.
And I'm learning to use Kleenex,
Not my sweater, when I sneeze.
And I'm learning not to dribble.
And I'm learning not to slurp.
And I'm learning (though it sometimes really hurts me)
Not to burp.
And I'm learning to chew softer
When I eat corn on the cob.
And I'm learning that it's much
Much easier to be a slob.
poem by Judith Viorst
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Ghostly Plateau
Ghosts make across the plateau due to their skill at being wanderers of great precision. Their ghoulishness makes a point for those on the plateau, so snowy now that we have ghosts. Ghost after ghost made journeys too long ago, too far away are their destinations, forming pity and concern. These graves remove the ghosts’ laughter, for the death of a young person is like theirs.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Who Will You Blame
When you have no one to blame
Then who will you blame
For your suffering and your pain,
Would you blame it on GOD
Though to me that would seem odd
But would you, or could you, blame GOD.
When you then begin to suffer
Over hate or pain or some other
And you cant blame it on one or another,
Who will you then decide
That made you suffer and then made you cry
Especially, with no one at your side.
When you are there all alone
Inside of your empty home
And no one can hear you moan,
You are just there
And for you no one does care
So no one offers you a prayer.
When you have made a mistake
Maybe instead of giving you did take
Or maybe something, you did break,
Whose fault will it be
In that part of your destiny
When you cant blame someone, or even me.
Then when you are getting old
And you are carrying a heavy load
And then you catch yourself a terrible cold,
Your family and friends are all gone
So now there is just you, the one
So tell me, can you still continue on.
Your cupboards are now all bare
And all you have is an empty chair
And in your mirror, you see and empty stare,
But now then comes that rain
And now who will you blame
For all your suffering, and all your pain.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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You've Given New Meaning Even to Pain
You've given new meaning even to pain:
Pain now comes in colors and hues
And the only pain now worth disdain
Is the pain didn't come from you...
Pain that has another source
Than you; your words and deeds
Is the minor pain than yours, of course
For upon all others, your pain feeds...
If given a choice of which to choose
The choice would be quite clear:
The best pain will craft the deeper bruise-
And that must needs be yours dear...
poem by Patti Masterman
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The real learning
Learning is not just to read and write.
To learn to live with, to stand by truth,
To uphold virtue, to get aesthetic sense,
To trim the skill and to heal the earth
Are the true learning one must have.
10.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The pain remains the same
The pain remains the same,
for you are the one to blame
For the pain inside me and the fears I hold
You are the one who treated me so cold.
Inside me I feel the pain that you brought,
The pain that tortures me till I rot.
I fight for the chains that bind to be released,
To give myself hope at the very least,
That not everyone is the same, and for my pain,
You, are to blame.
poem by Ryan Cleveland
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If you're lucky as you get older, you respect the craft and it becomes a skill.
quote by Frank Langella
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Being Dishonest With Motives To Deceive
To find someone to fingerpoint and place blame,
Is as equally significant to do...
For that person to gain an empathy that is maintained.
Especially from those that are relied upon to do it.
This skill is successfully achieved,
By those in total disbelief...
Anyone would dare accuse them,
Of being dishonest with motives to deceive.
'How did I do? '
~You were terrific.
You nearly had me fooled.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Confessions of the Soul part 1
They say inspiration comes from passion. Skill by hard work. Constantly beating on your craft and constant effort. Talent stems from longing. The wish to belong in the greatest of your surroundings.
What we see. What we wish to be.
What we want other to do and how they perceive me.
Talent equals fun. Once the talent is combined with the skill and the inspiration it creates enlinement with what you wish to become. Pursue fun and find your talent. Do it often and search new content.
Then, you are contend.
Imagination is as vital to any advance in science as learning and precision are essential for starting points.
quote by Percival Lowell
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Dont Blame It On Love
(words by daryl hall & john oates
Music by daryl hall)
Mighty high or low down
Change around the words and they say
Low is not the last one
Cause you know, if you know
Youd be learning from a hit lip
Success is sitting fat and limp
But dont blame it on the system
Its only natural only natural
Blame it on yourself
Blame it on me
But dont blame it on love
Who dya think your heroes are?
Failures everyone
But you all love them for their innocence
When they fall when they fall
The losers always deified
Winner only takes home the prize
But dont blame it on the system
Its only natural its only natural
For you to blame it on yourself
Blame it on me
But dont blame it on love
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Mastered
If it is not a craft you are going to master,
Much unlike a hobby done for sport!
Or something like a doodle done?
You ought not make attempts,
To discuss your relationship with it!
Since it is not embraced in your heart at all!
It is something you believe attracts attention.
Not the skill performed and nourishing the soul.
An ego gets tired and old with time.
However...
A craft that has been mastered,
Is in constant practice.
It rehearses when one should sleep.
And teases itself to keep...
The signature of God upon it!
Proud it speaks with such uniqueness.
Free of pretensions to pass,
Whenever asked of origin.
It simply is as it wishes to be exposed.
And revealed the way it is and admired!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Learning To Live
(without your love)
I still have your picture
By the bed where you used to lay
I still have the memories
That you aint goin from day to day
I still miss the little things
You used to do and say
Ill always believe in love
Come what may
Im learning to live
Without your love
All I can do is carry on
Living without you
Im learning to live
Without your love
Now that youre gone
Whatever the emptiness
Whatever the pain
I wont change my love for you
Ill always feel the same
Im learning to live
Without your love
All I can do is carry on
Living without you
Im learning to live
Without your love
Now that youre gone
Im learning to live
Im learning to live
Im learning to live
Im learning to live
I still call your number
Im still in love with you
I still believe in love
Maybe that will see me through
Im learning to live
Without your love
All I can do is carry on
Living without you
Im learning to live
Without your love
Now that youre gone
[repeat / fade]
song performed by by Rick Astley
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When you make a mistake or get ridiculed or rejected, look at mistakes as learning experiences, and ridicule as ignorance. . . . Look at rejection as part of one performance, not as a turn down of the performer.
quote by Denis Watley
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Pain
Pain—sharpen but yet dull and painless.
So numb to the pain given to my body that instead of rejecting it, my heart automatically accepts the pain.
Like medicine to the soul, pain seems to be my healer.
Pain seems to bring together life and death.
Pain seems to soothe the soul because without Pain I would be weak: timid: short: and unfulfilled.
You see pain is needed to make a person stronger.
Pain is needed to make a person un-afraid of hurt.
Pain is needed to make a person stand up, be proud and walk tall because they are more certain of the future.
Pain is needed to make one feel more fulfilled.
All because of these feelings my heart becomes full but it brings me back to the root cause: PAIN.
This 4 letter word causes hearts to be crushed relentlessly. It dishevels emotions once grounded and bruises egos. Pain.
Pain. My painkiller.
Pain. My happy endings.
Pain. My way out.
Pain. My life.
poem by Crystal Tutson
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Sonnet: Why Blame?
Why blame the eagle for its swoop on mice?
Why blame the tiger for hunting its prey?
Why blame the drug-peddler for playing dice?
Why blame the donkey when it can but bray?
Why blame the wind that makes the branches sway?
Why blame the snake for its poison-fangs?
Why blame the sun for a hot summer’s day?
Why blame the police for the thieving gangs?
Why blame the night for being dark and cold?
Why blame the devils when they will tempt man?
Why blame our fate when we are getting old?
Why blame the Maker for how Man began?
Why blame the circumstances for our sins?
Why blame the tongue, whenever our words mince?
7-30-2002
poem by John Celes
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