A Process...
when the mystery is finally gone
and familiarity rests on the carpeted floors
the ticks begin to
multiply and breed what makes
us apart
this contempt for so much
knowing
the taking for granted of
what used to be
love's luxuries
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sinning To Many Is A Frightening Premise
A familiarity may breed contempt.
And that encompasses,
A host of influences.
Having a familiarity,
May also include...
Some experiences achieved.
But an ignorance that breeds contempt,
Says a lot about one's limitations.
And the ease by which,
One who is thoughtless 'and' mindless too...
Can be programmed to self destruct.
Based on the feeding of fear alone.
And many people do,
Self destruct within minds stuck.
And fear to those ignorant,
Is as familiar to them...
As is their lack of knowledge.
Which also to them is treated like a sin.
And sinning to many like this,
Is a frightening premise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Face Of The Philosophy Student
the face
does not breed the contempt
of familiarity
it forges a smile
beneath the
logical confusions
it shakes the hand
of the teacher
who now
is too old to remember
what reason
what cause
what knowledge was once
there
on the shoulders of youth
on the crisis of
middle age
on the thrill of what must
finally come
that peace
eternal.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Soliloquy
in prison
am i
inside the mystery
of your arms
i lose myself
and i tremble
i search for my soul
it is nowhere
not knowing what to do
to regain who i am
i explore the labyrinths
of your heart
every chamber and corner
and passage
there is that exit
of familiarity
outside i see nothing
but contempt of you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Quatrain #104 - Familiarity does often breed.......
Familiarity does often breed contempt
though with certain things it is exempt.
To have faith, trust and love in someone you do know
is what the art of true friendship is expected to show.
poem by George Krokos
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Though familiarity may not breed contempt, it takes off the edge of admiration.
quote by William Hazlitt
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In politics, familiarity doesn't breed contempt. It breeds votes.
quote by Paul Lazarsfeld
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The familiarity
Familiarity might breed contempt.
Yet it is inevitable in small dozes
To generate interest in a person.
16.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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There can be no prestige without mystery, for familiarity breeds contempt.
quote by Charles de Gaulle
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Familiarity may breed contempt in some areas of human behavior, but in the field of social ideas it is the touchstone of acceptability.
quote by J. William Galbraith
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Too much familiarity breeds contempt
Too much familiarity, all the questions answered not just by yes or no
The explanations as demanded all enumerated, and there are no extrapolations needed,
At the last notice, I think I have spoiled you like my first lover,
In giving everything, everything is totally lost, and parting has become inevitable
With you now, I have given trust, but now with limitations however,
It is not selfishness, it is something else, it is to keep you because there is something in you
That makes me alive somehow, you make me breathe, and you have given me a space
Somehow, I must withhold a little bit about myself, to make this love work,
Now when you ask, I will either make some white lies, and later some big lies or be silent
So not everything in me is taken away, and you will think that I am not at all consumed
I am sweet, I will be sweeter still in some measurable unknowns, and you will taste these,
With a note, that not all that is sweet shall be given, some will be bland and even bitter,
I want to keep you for a while; we will be talking some more, like sweet lovers
Whispering nothings, I will confuse you a little bit about some beginnings, I will swerve
Away a little bit, away from your closeness, this too much familiarity that is slowly
Breeding contempt, this familiarity that destroys and has no power to recreate.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just Like Me
You have a stubborn disposition.
Just like me.
You are determined to accomplish.
Just like me.
You can annoy with your confidence.
And agitate with your insight.
Although you are not 'always' right...
You 'are',
Always right and committed.
And...
You say what you mean.
Just like me.
And do things with the best of your ability.
Gee...
That's just like me.
Perhaps familiarity does breed contempt.
And we see in each other what we dislike,
About each other.
Well...
All is not lost.
At least I never thought of you as horrible.
But you do provide irritating moments.
'Hey...
You took the words right out of my mouth.'
Yeah...
Unfortunately!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Distance makes the heart grow fonder, and familiarity breeds contempt. According to this my soul mate should be in Thailand.
quote by Jason Zebehazy
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Your Accomodating Spirit
There is something about being taken for granted,
That never dawns on the minds of those...
Who perceive themselves as accomodating,
The people they use by providing them a convenience...
That one day will benefit the person taken for granted,
With an overwhelming feeling of gratitude...
Of knowing someone only thinks of them,
As that person to go to...
With only the purpose to have them used.
'Why are you so cheerful today? '
~Knowing you only think of me as someone to use.
AND you are here willing to have me permit,
The doing of it, too?
I'm am overjoyed with your accomodating spirit.~
'Finally you are beginning to appreciate what I do.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brighter Is One's Life Turned On
Fawning over luxuries?
Don't you fawn.
Those luxuries one day will leave,
And everything fawned.
What will you do if they go?
And there's nothing left that's shown?
Only grief exposing life,
And 'things' gone.
Fawning over luxuries?
Don't you fawn.
Those luxuries one day will leave,
And everything fawned.
Hoping for a return for them,
Only makes a sadness deepen.
When it dawns to end a fawning...
Brighter is one's life turned on.
With a darkness by such dawning gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Begin Again
Sometimes it's hard to believe
How simple life can be
Just when you think
You'll never reach the end
You're finally round the bend and see
There's no need to cry anymore
Life's better than before
Yesterday fades away into the past
The pain you thought would last
Is gone
[Chorus:]
And you begin again
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win
But you begin again
Even though you're heart is breaking
In time, the sun will shine
And you'll begin again
You'll begin again
Life's bittersweet mystery
Never tells what will be
You can create your own reality
And make your dreams come true
It's really up to you
If you begin again
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win
But you begin again
Even though your heart is breaking
In time, the sun will shine
And you'll begin again
You'll begin again
When you begin again
[Chorus]
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Illiteracy
some homes breed love
some homes breed hatred
some homes breed moderation
some homes breed extremes
some homes breed worldliness
some homes breed racism
some homes breed kindness
somehomes breed religious bigotry
throw in illiteracy and any country would be bloom to bits
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Leech
some thoughts cling sometimes
to our minds like leeches
they are hard to remove
and the more you remove them
or try to pull them and throw them away
for good
the more they stick it out with you
like a deep sorrow
like an insistent sadness like
a persistent disappointment
somehow you always take chances of
finally removing them
for you know what that means
an untimely death
a calendar that crumples the numbers
of the days of the month
you get tired finally removing them one by one
because they also multiply themselves
like leeches too tricky along the banks
of a murky river
then one day you give up
another leech lands on your toes
crawls on your feet to your belly
makes a hole there and prides itself as the new
possessor of your private territory.
you watch without feelings you let it stay
your hands caress them
and your mind rests on the comfort of more pains
like vacant chairs in a vacant room
it is you there alone without any competition.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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