Hep Hep Hurray
do you watch it every noontime
the hep hep hurray
of our day to day
existence,
you match your actions
to your words
and if they do not
then you are
definitely
out!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Watch your thoughts they become words. Watch your words they become actions. Watch your actions they become habits. Watch your habits they become character. Watch your character it becomes your destiny.
quote by Frank Outlaw
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Be Watchful
Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny
But you can't do Nothing about your destiny
poem by Belinda Ntow
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Actions Are Sentiments' Verity
Words are but mere lexicon, actions are sentiments' verity;
Where words may serve merely to confound, actions bring clarity;
Actions are the truth, to which words may only portend-
Actions make real, what was once only pretend.
Do not tell me, show me-then I will know;
Do not say you love me, allow the love you profess, to show!
Words tell a story of intentions, actions are their proof-
Do not express a desire for ardor, then remain aloof!
Would you believe I love you if I told you, or more if I show you! ?
After all we have been through, this proof is the least I owe you.
I utter no words before my actions are taken or readied-
I express no sentiment before my heart is inspired and steadied;
When I say 'I love you', it is affirmation of the actions I am willing to take;
When I say 'I love you', it is proof of the sacrifices I am willing to make!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Louder Than Words
I have heard you say the words many times,
but your actions tells me your words are just a lie;
because actions speak louder than words.
If you love me why don’t you hug me?
If you love me why don’t I ever remember a kiss from you?
You say you love but actions speak louder than words.
If you love me like you say you do
why when I need a shoulder to cry on you just shrug?
And when I need a cheering section your voice is silent?
You say you love but actions speak louder than words.
To love someone does not me to say it in a card
on a birthday, Christmas or Graduation day.
To truly love some one you show them with
a hug, a kiss or a call just to say hi.
Mom, you say you love then you need to show me;
because actions speak louder than words
By the Fruit You Will Know Them
By the fruit you will know them
Not by the pious labels worn
For actions and words confirm
If a man has been truly reborn.
Labels do not mean anything
When inside content does not match
So never go on with presuming
What you see is true, just watch.
People can carry many labels
Wear masks of odd pretensions
The heart will always show and tell
What's their true spiritual condition.
When the LORD Jesus comes in the end
Each man will be weighed in true Justice
For God knows the ones to whom He will send
Into the punishment of that fiery abyss.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Uncertain match plays in the ground of Radiation!
The whole World is sick and in the Asylum
Patients were given the Tranquilizers!
And they watch the match with Doctor Confused!
Thank God! The Sea is calm and there won't be any Tsunami?
The head umpire is not certain whether the ball touched the bat
And it's an out?
He's requested the decision from the match Referee.
An Alien comes with a deep cry from a different Planet.
Doctor asked what can I do for you?
'I am a fortune teller' He replied.
'Oh! You came in the right time and is it out? '
'I am not sure.'
'Then who wins the match? '
'That's uncertain.'
'I have a hole in the heart since my childhood and it's very painful
Even the Tetanus scared to approach and finish this sad story.'
Doctor gave him a Morphine injection!
And all is quiet now, match goes on!
I too watch this entertaining game from infinity!
To all the Cricket fans in gratitude!
(Including my friend JVL.)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Unspoken Words
If I were to tell you something
would it please you to know what it would be?
For I do not know how I can say it
without saying it to you.
So please bear with me when I say to you
Words cannot express the message
I want to get across to you.
You are the only person
I would want to say this to.
If only you would let my actions
speak for my words,
then you'll see what meaning
my silent words have for you.
If you feel the same way then you'll know
You don't have to say anything
just let your actions speak for themselves.
poem by George Krokos
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It is not whether your words or actions are tough or gentle; it is the spirit behind your actions and words that announces your inner state.
Words of this mere man
I
Even if prince Michael
would whisper
great words in my ear
and I would hear
choirs of angels sing
the holiest and most beautiful
songs and poetry
or Gabriel bring messages
and revelations
and the will of God to man,
or if Raphael would tell me
his archaic gospel,
I would not find the words
to match to theirs.
II
Even if my words
inspired be,
they only come from me
and no prose or poesy
will ever match that
of a celestial being
and yet at times I read
power, beauty, danger
and pain
and sketches
and religion
in my lines
that is more
than words of this mere man.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Disputed Boundaries
Taste? Good taste? It's been argued before,
But not many agree on it yet.
Much that A may condone B may deeply deplore;
So by whom is the standard set?
Are you thinking of jazz of the infantile kind
That predominates much of the day?
I am not high of brow, but I really don't mind
If you're cutting that out - Hurray!
If you must oscillate between brows that are high
And brows most deplorably low,
Then what of the midbrows who languish and sighFor melodious classics they know?
Is there never a mean twixt the music of Brahms
And the saccharine saxophone's bray?
For Cora loathes crooning, but Susie hates psalms,
Are you cutting out both? Hurray!
Taste? Whose taste? It is hard to define,
If my preference must be confessed,
I am partial to Schubert and Hubert in mine.
Ah, but what about all of the rest?
And what of announcers who drawl in a pained
And a 'fraightfully B.B.C.' way?
If you must please your public, and still keep 'refained,'
Are you carpeting these? Hurray!
When the McIntyre rises at Yetman, no doubt
There are multitudes thrilled to the core;
But thousands, arising in wrath, count you out,
If that shuts off the cricketing score.
Do you think it is right, when you mention the price
Of fat stock, to refer in that way
To the sex of the beast? Do you think it is nice?
Oh, you're now closing down? Hurray!
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Words are also actions, and actions are a kind of words.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My mental pain
The pain inside me
The mental pain inside me
Makes physical pain seem like a walk in the park
But that’s just half
Of this story
Do you know how it feels for no one to hear you screaming
Its like time stood still
I’ve lost it… oh well
Time is now standing still
Why should one heart feel so much pain
And who will be the death of me
How long will It take for you to see
The damage, the carnage
Your words, your actions
have done to me
You words, your actions
Cause the pain inside me
Your words, your actions
Cause the mental pain inside me
poem by EmOzEd johnston
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Your Words Cut, Whilst Your Heart Bleeds
I have seen signs-they seem to be everywhere;
'What do they mean? ', I wonder-should I even care! ?
There remains a mystery in their appearance-
They seemingly belie a contrary avowance:
Is this a way to speak without word! ?
Should I ignore all that I have 'heard'?
Actions speak the volume that words cannot,
Actions 'say' what your muffled lips, ought.
Your actions give rise to my amorous allusions.
Certain facts are wholly incontrovertible,
Which give rise to certain conclusions
Which are inherent and inescapable:
Your words belie your wants and needs,
Your words cut, whilst your heart bleeds!
-Maurice Harris,1 August 2012
poem by Maurice Harris
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A coach can only teach.
A coach is not a match to his players.
Stamina matters.
A teacher cannot match his students;
Memory matters.
A preacher cannot match his disciples;
Staunchness matters.
A husband cannot match his cuckold;
Curiosity matters.
Can a ladder match the climber?
30.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It is our duty to watch over the actions and activities of this government and to insist that, in words as well as in deeds, the interests of our constituency primarily and of the Nation ultimately are served.
quote by Diane Watson
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You ask me why I do not write something....I think one's feelings waste themselves in words, they ought all to be distilled into actions and into actions which bring results.
quote by Florence Nightingale
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Held Accountable
We all are held accountable
On the things we do in our life
From the deeds we do, and the words we say
And from the actions that we leave behind.
As our paths they cannot be forgotten
Nor the walks or the steps we have taken
And the things we done or felt or said
They will become the future that we have been making.
As a rock that is tossed into the ocean
And as it hits upon it’s surface
The ripple effect for that rock has began
Then later we will see its effect and its purpose.
And we too are all held accountable
As that is the way that it should be,
From the things we done and the words we said
As that will become part of our history.
We all are held accountable
For our endeavors that became our past
And should we not also be made to stand up and own
All our actions and deeds that formed and shaped our life.
We must stand up and accept our past
As that is the way that it truly should be
So we can't run or even hide away
Like life, that is our destiny.
As one day we all will be held accountable
From the deeds and actions that we have done
So we must be prepared to accept them all
As like from death, from it we cannot run.
So watch the steps that you do take
And think closely on the path you do choose
As that will be the destiny you chose for yourself
And one day it will come back to visit you.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The 1st of May
The 1st of May,
It’s a Solidarity Day.
I will not shout “Hurray”
But would like to say
For all peoples and nations
Join together! Live in peace!
In America and Greece,
In Iraq and Iran,
In India and Pakistan,
In China and Hong Kong
And so on and so on.
The history of this day is very significant one:
The workers of Chicago
Went on demonstration
For their rights.
They didn’t want any fights.
Today in my country
The 1st of May is a holiday.
We do not shout “Hurray”
As there is nothing to demonstrate.
But we love and celebrate this day
As it personify humanity and peace,
Beauty of our nature
And life as a wonderful adventure.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Watch Out
Watch your eyes
it may see reactions
Watch your reaction
it may enthuse emotions
Watch your emotion
it may compose thoughts
Watch your thought
it may become words
Watch your word
it may become a habit
Watch your habit
it may become character
Watch your character
it may become your identity
Finally, watch your identity
it may become your fate
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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It's Going to Be a Good Day
There's plenty of blue sky,
And the sun is shining bright.
Hurray! hurray! hurray!
It's going to be a good day!
I'm sat on a speeding train
And I'm London bound again.
I'm going to sing with my choir.
Of this train journey, I never tire.
I love the constantly changing view.
To see, there is always something new.
The train hurtles towards Waterloo Station,
Passing amidst a still sleepy nation.
For a while, together we will croon,
And finish our show an hour after noon.
After that, I'll go for a steady trot.
I love walking the South Bank, when it's hot.
I love it when you can take your time,
And when time is entirely all mine.
The day is off to a really good start.
I have an excited feeling in my heart.
It's going to be a good day, I have a feeling.
These kinds of days are just so appealing.
From the drudgery of life, it gives me a break,
Like indulging in a slice of gooey chocolate cake.
When you take a trip out for the day,
All of your problems just seem to drift away.
Days like these give my heart a really big lift,
Like when you receive a really special gift.
My soul is in joyous rapture.
This special feeling, I am trying to capture.
I'm nearly there, so I'll be on my way,
But, like I say, it's going to be a good day!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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