Freudian Stages of Psychosexual Development of Personality
Freud found oral, anal, phallic
and genital stages of a child frolic
for his personality to grow
and if these driving forces act slow
we'll see ill-grown minds, vitriolic.
The 'Nets' show the clips of these stages to the youth.
What a Gallic charm they get seeing the truth!
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Stages
Its a fine time to fall in love with you,
I aint got a single thing to do.
It happened before I knew what was going on.
I fell out and knew that I was gone.
Stages keep on changing,
Stages rearranging love.
Then you left me standing all alone,
I couldnt even get you on the phone.
Were you just confused and didnt know
If you should stay or if you had to go?
Stages keep on changing,
Stages rearranging love.
Now youre back and say youre gonna stay.
I wouldnt have it any other way.
Tell me its for real and let me know
Why does lovin have to come and go.
Stages keep on changing,
Stages rearranging love.
song performed by by ZZ Top
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Self Praise Stages
When people are in their self praise stages...
They should be given the attention.
Today...
Very few people have hobbies,
Or interests that makes them feel proud.
When people are in their self praise stages...
They should be given the attention.
There is something about people like this,
Others would say are egotistical.
I find them to be inspirational.
So many of the others are caught up,
In backstabbings, defamation of character...
And deep they are in self deception.
So whenever I am around those,
Who are in their self praise stages...
I am amazed they are not professing a self hate.
Or in the reception of doubts and complaints.
However...
Those on stages self praising themselves,
Is a different perspective.
These folks don't have time to be introspective.
Self praising from stages most get paid to do.
This can be compared to individuals,
Who have been 'called' to administer...
A self righteousness affixed to wholesome boredom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Stages Of Life
On the stages of life
many plays are performed.
Some are little dramas
while on others
large epics are presented.
Each has a different ending
of which no one can guess.
Each character plays their part
until their staring role arrives
on one of the stages of life.
18 May 2012
poem by David Harris
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BAD...by talile ali
BAD IS SO MUCH MORE
THAN JUST NOT RESPECTING THE RIGHTS OF OTHERS
FOR THE LONGEST TIME,
I MYSELF HAD A HARD TIME WITH THIS
THIS THING CALLED COMPULSION
KEEPS US TRUE TO OUR NATURE
IT IS BECAUSE OF THAT NATURE
THAT WE ARE HERE UNDERSTANDING
ABSOLUTES COMPLETELY
IT IS THIS TRUTH WHICH
A LOT OF PAIN AND COMFORT ARE FOUND
AND BEAR FRUIT
UPON WHICH WE MUST ALL GROW
OUR LIGHT SLOWLY CHANGES
AS OUR DESIRE DOES AT STAGES
ALWAYS UP AND SOMETIMES DOWN
AS WE MOVE FROM ONE LIFE TO ONE FOUND
AS WE NEED WE ARE IT ALL
AT DIFFERENT TIMES CONFUSED AND STALL
SO LITTLE THAT WE SHARE
IN OUR LIGHT JUST AIN'T SQUARE
AS WE APPEAR TO BE
TO THE OTHERS OBSERVING
COULD BE RIGHTEOUS, COULD BE BAD
WHATEVER IT IS, WE LEARN,
THAT'S MAD
poem by Talile Ali
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Autumn Changes
This love of ours is gradually fading
Something is wrong, or somebodys faking
Autumn changes
Shifting phases
Autumn changes
Turning stages
Surely something can help to patch it up
Too many nights sitting here waiting
Too many days hoping and praying
Something inside seems to be dying
Most of the time I just feel like crying
Autumn changes
Shifting phases
Autumn changes
Turning stages
Surely something can help to patch it up
Oh yes we can, sure we can
Sure we can, sure we can
Autumn changes
Shifting phases
Autumn changes
Turning stages
Surely something can help to patch it up
Oh, yes we can, sure we can
Sure we can, sure we can
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Eternity
My age in eternity
My body in stages
Forced to be unnatural…
Hiding behind walls
Cold walls
Where love cannot live...
My body ages
Merely stages…
In eternity.
poem by Erica Borges
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Act Our Age
On a sun kissed beach,
we frolic our time away,
playing assorted games
as kids we used to play.
People stop and stare
at two old people playing in the sand,
wondering when we will grow up
and act our age again.
We just carry on having fun
the way we used to do
with both our minds on one thing
and that is me and you.
Age may have stolen our youth,
but our spirits are still young.
We can still frolic in the sand
and have a lot of fun.
29 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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When It Benefits To Pay Attention
I can quickly forgive and understand a child,
Who takes an escapade with a making a mistake...
At my expense.
I expect this from a child adventuring,
Out into the world to establish for themselves...
A building of their own common sense.
This I accept and expect.
With a patience in the beginning given.
And hoping in their minds something eventually connects.
However...
With the giving of circumstances and considering one's age,
There are stages of life when it benefits to pay attention.
And if one continues to disrespect others to neglect,
Difficult it becomes for me to repeatedly forgive and forget.
Especially when a doing is done,
Over and over and over by someone...
Who cruises through life making the same mistakes,
With new excuses easy to use refusing to face truth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stages
First of all...
I know it's not just all about me.
Only in my mind I am told.
And that seems to be aging rapidly!
As a glowing youth...
Dims to be conquered,
By an aging truth!
Overnight it seems.
Although many may refuse to agree with me.
Those into appearances and physicalities!
I am not one to be talking about looks...
But let me say this,
No pages flipped through books
Prepares anyone for the stages of aging.
Or when to apply a night cheek lift!
To become disappointed with the results,
That sit unresisting to stay for a long visit!
Compliments on maintaining a youthfulness,
Stirs those in doubt about what is really meant...
By those unsolicited comments sent!
But pleased to get them without resentment.
There are those who may defy this process.
But when it noticibly starts...
A feeling of achievement begins to arrive,
Or a time gone by so quickly is realized!
Which gets many into denial fits!
Horrified that the time has come...
And that they too can not escape from this!
When a passing glance in a mirror,
Becomes a lingering stare...
What is seen is obvious.
And we all must become aware...
An aging has taken place,
To stay on one's face...
Not to go anywhere,
But to etch and trace.
Hopefully some allow...
And undergo with grace.
That's the reality of these stages we go through!
At least 'some' do.
The ones who are not moisturizing...
To rid a wrinkle,
Or two.
OR...
Those of us who make a fuss,
About a delayed aging process ordered...
Taking too long to come and is much overdue!
A special delivery was paid to insure a rush!
To subdue those lines that accrue...
With the stages of age some welcome unphased!
Praying this amazement of a quick aging,
Fades away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yes, the experience of all stages of life are valuable, not just of youth.
quote by Daniel Petrie
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Fine Bulwark
The bulwark of longer structure carried finesse,
We commit folly to arrest the sight, so as to bless.
The realer findings happen like events,
Treasure is discovered by them, like comments.
Let stages develop to entertain and dream,
Might I develop those whose honesty is to blaspheme.
The stages of management are like reading and writing,
The charge from the enforcers shall be lubricating.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Stages Of Development
Every life goes through stages,
stages of development.
It starts with our birth,
the first stage in our lives,
and ends with our death,
the final stage when we
evolve to a higher plane.
Each stage along our journey
prepares us for our final stage
and the journey
that has to be taken by us all.
18 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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I regret to say that we of the FBI are powerless to act in cases of oral-genital intimacy, unless it has in some way obstructed interstate commerce.
quote by J. Edgar Hoover
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I regret to say that we of the F.B.I. are powerless to act in cases of oral-genital intimacy, unless it has in some way obstructed interstate commerce.
quote by J. Edgar Hoover
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Books...are like lobster shells, we surround ourselves with 'em, then we grow out of 'em and leave 'em behind, as evidence of our earlier stages of development.
quote by Dorothy L. Sayers
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All truth passes through 3 stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.
quote by Arthur Schopenhauer
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All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.
quote by Arthur Schopenhauer
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Dear Dr Freud
Dear Dr Freud
You wanted kill your father
To possess your mother
Your parents wanted to kill you
To possess each other
Dear Dr Freud
When a child is born
It has to face two hired ruffians
One is the child's mother
The child' s father is the other
You call them the agents of Superego
Used with the two goons
The grown up child
Learns to live as long as he can
In a world infested with snakes and tigers wild
Call it socialisation?
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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During the earliest stages the child perceives things like a solipsist who is unaware of himself as subject and is familiar only with his own actions.
quote by Jean Piaget
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One Astronomer
I need the sky like a stage has been performed,
Stages of the astronomical man seem to resonate.
His accusation seems strange to humankind,
The stars of our love occupy and astonish,
We feel their fading and dying, opening our hearts,
Feeling us with half-drunkenness, such poverty and anger!
This Earth felt crazy when the ice age elapsed
Leaving our closets and cupboards with clothes.
We need no stars in the sky, we have something,
Our lives are made of the blood of humans whose intellect burgeons.
I need the daylight and twilight, I love them,
But we see the stages of an astronomer like me.
poem by Naveed Akram
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