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Anchored Is The Faith

Ill health may unsettle you.
Misfortune may unsettle you.
Failures may unsettle you.
Yet you will not be unsettled
If faith in your spouse is anchored.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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fireballs hurled from sky
unsettle mind and body
burn one inside out

quote by by Indira Babbellapati
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My idea of education is to unsettle the minds of the young and inflame their intellects.

quote by Robert M. Hutchins
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Of all our games, love's play is the only one which threatens to unsettle the soul.

Marguerite Yourcenar in Memoirs of Hadrian
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Sudden success in golf is like the sudden acquisition of wealth. It is apt to unsettle and deteriorate the character.

quote by P.G. Wodehouse
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Education is not to reform students or amuse them or to make them expert technicians. It is to unsettle their minds, widen their horizons, inflame their intellects, teach them to think straight, if possible.

quote by Robert M. Hutchins
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Polyethylene

go.
Disjointed we scare ourselves with all that we wanna be.
Just got paid and now you're going, how long should you be?
If i get scared, i just call you.
And i, miss your glow as i unsettle,
Oh i'll always feel, i'll always be.
Right.
One, two, three, four.
So sell your suit and tie, and come and live with me.
Leukemia, schizophrenia, polyethylene.
There is no significant risk to your health.
She used to be beautiful once as well.
Plastic bag, middle class, polyethylene.
Decaffeinate, unleaded, keep all surfaces clean.
If you don't believe in it, sell your soul.
If you don't get into it, no one will.
Oh...... oh........

song performed by by Radiohead
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Polyethylene, Parts 1 & 2

Tears of joy, now, scare ourselves of all that you want to be
Just got paid and now you're going
How inside you please
If I get scared I'll just call you
And I miss your glow as I unsettle
Oh, but I'll always feel, I will always feel
Right... One, two, three, four
So sell your suit and tie, and come and live with me
Leukemia, schizophrenia, polyethylene
There is no significant risk to your health
She used to be beautiful once as well
Plastic bag, middle class, polyethylene
Decaffeinate, unleaded, keep all surfaces clean
If you don't believe me, sell yourself
If you don't get into it, no one will

song performed by by Radiohead
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23feb Dust Motes Settling Dust

new dawn breaking
scattered bird song
very strong ashock

aftershock nerve ripples
nightmares unsettle
scenes earth quake shatter

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Change

...and as if I didn't know,
What was involved with it.
Or what it took.
Or how it leaves...
To shake and unsettle.
To sit and establish a patience.
Eventually welcomed for what it is.
And the opposition that was there...
Upon its arrival,
Learns to slowly embrace it.
As if it was there all the time.
As if it had been part of what was!
But the scars remaining and fought over its coming...
Are not there to show on freshed faced generations!
Who could care less,
How change now rests!
Because...
Well,
Because they were not involved.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: The Tempest Is Gone!

God speaks to me a language very strange,
And beckons me to tend to my soul’s needs;
He talks on subjects, variety in range;
My inner hunger, certainly He feeds!

No more I feel my earthly problems prime;
I have reset my aims and ambitions;
My spirit calls to make my life sublime;
The grace of God sheds my inhibitions.

Restored has God, my mental peace in me,
The world attempts to unsettle me though;
My truthfulness will gain me more victory,
Despite ordeals, my mind does undergo.

With God beside, my life is truly great,
And evil-doers dare not change my state!

poem by John Celes
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To the Terrestrial Globe

Roll on, thou ball, roll on!
Through pathless realms of Space
Roll on!
What though I'm in a sorry case?
What though I cannot meet my bills?
What though I suffer toothache's ills?
What though I swallow countless pills?
Never YOU mind!
Roll on!

Roll on, thou ball, roll on!
Through seas of inky air
Roll on!
It's true I've got no shirts to wear;
It's true my butcher's bill is due;
It's true my prospects all look blue -
But don't let that unsettle you!
Never YOU mind!
Roll on!

[IT ROLLS ON.]

poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Too Few Can See They Are Not Alone

Broken, busted
And collected in debt trouble.
They are the ones who feel the blues.
The say their troubles double.
And they don't know what to do.

Too few can see,
They are not alone.
Too many have known greed.
And this has been shown.

People in need like these,
Are on their own.
And in bitter grieving zones.
With no reprieve,
That comforts or condones.
Woes that have grown to flourish.
And prosper isolated agonies.

Broken, busted
And collected in debt trouble.
They are the ones who feel the blues.
The say their troubles double.
And they don't know what to do.

Too few can see,
They are not alone.
People in need like these,
Are now left on their own.
Pleading for a dieing process,
To be revived artificially...
If a remedy is possible.

And...
Those possibilities,
Are not to be!
None on the horizon,
To patch these wounds,
Temporarily.

More are heard,
Joining.
The droaning in moans.
And finding themselves...
Turning off emotions.
To become cold as stone.

But aroused to heat in protests.

That builds from a simmer,
To boil in a manifested mental illness...
That affects...
An increase of these disturbances.

A society falling to pieces,
In regret.
A society falling to pieces,
In hopelessness.

And a people,
No longer feeling guilty to feel free...
To unleash havoc and blatant hostilities.
With a spreading of seething unrest.
Seen.
To unsettle those,
Still clinging onto slipping comforts.
And addictions to numb.

A multplying of undeniable chaos,
Stirs miseries dispensed.
And the fading presence of any signs of self respect.
Diminishes with attempts.
In a thoughtful retrospect meant,
To appease and curtail resentments.

Heard in the distance,
Are voices ostracized.
Undeterred,
They are to share...
And speak of love.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sandrine Sonnet Cycle - Sonnet XVIII - Parody William Shakespeare

Shall I compare her to a summer’s day?
A thousand times more sweet she seems to me!
Nor may Time’s winds – (which darling buds of May
Do shake) – unsettle love’s perennity.
Restrained the eye of heaven sometimes seems,
It often sends a drought, or shines too hot,
No permanence is possible. Like dreams
Each season soon declines, returning not.
Vain are Time’s threats when, lacking base designs,
A poet frames her praises in fair verse,
Imprinting for the future lyric lines
Lending life when all else hearse rehearse.
Life glories her as long as Man draws breath,
As Never tasting shadow land of Death ...

poem by Jonathan Robin
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As I lay With Head In Your Lap, Camerado

AS I lay with my head in your lap, Camerado,
The confession I made I resume--what I said to you in the open air I
resume:
I know I am restless, and make others so;
I know my words are weapons, full of danger, full of death;
(Indeed I am myself the real soldier;
It is not he, there, with his bayonet, and not the red-striped
artilleryman;)
For I confront peace, security, and all the settled laws, to unsettle
them;
I am more resolute because all have denied me, than I could ever have
been had all accepted me;
I heed not, and have never heeded, either experience, cautions,
majorities, nor ridicule;
And the threat of what is call'd hell is little or nothing to me; 10
And the lure of what is call'd heaven is little or nothing to me;
...Dear camerado! I confess I have urged you onward with me, and
still urge you, without the least idea what is our destination,
Or whether we shall be victorious, or utterly quell'd and defeated.

poem by Walt Whitman
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Air Was Naked

After the putsch, through night he set himself alight
ensnared in flames of societal conflicts, for a
vision of tomorrow, in the birth of a bloody dawn.
The drone of history had failed on a loaded salt.

A solitary murder of truth was sufficient to unsettle
me for a downturn of unborn wounds of drowned
voice, of a requiem. The dead were coming back to life
in dark alleys of black skulls. The pink scarves

were still holding the snow flakes of standing
wheat for the thirsty children, of grieving mothers
who lost the homes to red hands, the white paper,
the hungry guns. The thieves were coming again.

I was never naked in my blood, my howling bones.

poem by Satish Verma
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After all memories

What a beautiful phrase!
For the sad memory to erase
Where it attempts to chase
In calm water of sea on surface

Read not in between lines
Everything can turn fine
It is only matter of time
We may praise it later sometimes

Suddenly waters rise to dangerous level
Come back with force and doesn't augur well
Everything to feel bad and miss the past
Memories rush in to unsettle me very fast

I have nothing to fear at this stage
Yet I feel bitter with coming up of an age
Think about days by gone and miss at a time
When I need them badly sometimes

Memories are after all memories
They may elate or cause worries
Sometimes it may make heavy load to carry
But it must be shaded soon to feel merry

I hold still them best
As they were part and stood the test
What would have I been in those days?
If it had not shown me the ways

Even if I was to be blamed
The credit too stands not to be claimed
I go by wisdom prevailed at that time
Today I look back and smile freely sometimes

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Intense Love

In my heart and in front of my eyes
If something or somebody lies
It is nothing but it is your fond memories

If the soul doesn't find you beside me
Then ask me what is an uneasy and jittery?
Among people how I feel lonely!
As if my life will end and meet with death
My blood starts to clot and chocks my breath
The heaven cracks and the hell starts to turn green
All hopes and dreams lost in the chaos and din
In the mind is going on a storm and lighting
As if the solar system has stopped its spinning.
Worries unsettle and tension kills me slowly
Your memories are not letting me die peacefully.
Your thought thrills me to the core very deeply
The pulse and the heart start beating quickly.

Even For a moment If I don't see you in front of my eyes
The whole body starts to shake and the soul cries
My nerve breaks and the heart starts to fret in fear
So Come close, more close so that we can smell each other.

poem by Abdul Wahab
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To a Louse

Ha! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie?
Your impudence protects you sairly;
I canna say but ye strunt rarely,
Owre gauze and lace;
Tho', faith! I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.

Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,
Detested, shunn'd by saunt an' sinner,
How daur ye set your fit upon her-
Sae fine a lady?
Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner
On some poor body.

Swith! in some beggar's haffet squattle;
There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle,
Wi' ither kindred, jumping cattle,
In shoals and nations;
Whaur horn nor bane ne'er daur unsettle
Your thick plantations.

Now haud you there, ye're out o' sight,
Below the fatt'rels, snug and tight;
Na, faith ye yet! ye'll no be right,
Till ye've got on it-
The verra tapmost, tow'rin height
O' Miss' bonnet.

My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out,
As plump an' grey as ony groset:
O for some rank, mercurial rozet,
Or fell, red smeddum,
I'd gie you sic a hearty dose o't,
Wad dress your droddum.

I wad na been surpris'd to spy
You on an auld wife's flainen toy;
Or aiblins some bit dubbie boy,
On's wyliecoat;
But Miss' fine Lunardi! fye!
How daur ye do't?

O Jeany, dinna toss your head,
An' set your beauties a' abread!
Ye little ken what cursed speed
The blastie's makin:
Thae winks an' finger-ends, I dread,
Are notice takin.

O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
An' foolish notion:
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
An' ev'n devotion!

poem by Robert Burns
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To a Louse, On Seeing one on a Lady's Bonnet at Church

Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlan ferlie!
Your impudence protects you sairly;
I canna say but ye strunt rarely,
Owre gauze and lace;
Tho', faith! I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.

Ye ugly, creepan, blastit wonner,
Detested, shunn'd by saunt an' sinner,
How daur ye set your fit upon her,
Sae fine a Lady!
Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner
On some poor body.

Swith! in some beggar's haffet squattle;
There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle,
Wi' ither kindred, jumping cattle,
In shoals and nations;
Whare horn nor bane ne'er daur unsettle
Your thick plantations.

Now haud you there, ye're out o' sight,
Below the fatt'rels, snug and tight,
Na, faith ye yet! ye'll no be right,
Till ye've got on it,
The verra tapmost, towrin height
O' Miss's bonnet.

My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out,
As plump an' grey as onie grozet:
O for some rank, mercurial rozet,
Or fell, red smeddum,
I'd gie you sic a hearty dose o't,
Wad dress your droddum!

I wad na been surpriz'd to spy
You on an auld wife's flainen toy;
Or aiblins some bit duddie boy,
On's wylecoat;
But Miss's fine Lunardi, fye!
How daur ye do't?

O Jenny, dinna toss your head,
An' set your beauties a' abread!
Ye little ken what cursed speed
The blastie's makin!
Thae winks and finger-ends, I dread,
Are notice takin!

O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
An' foolish notion:
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
And ev'n Devotion!

poem by Robert Burns
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Failures

When failures come, oh, do not fret;
For failures, you must not regret;
Through failures, one can turn perfect,
As failure isn’t a great defect!

Each failure gives us chance again;
Through failures, we have much to gain;
So, failures are a boon, not bane;
Yes, failures make a man much sane!

All cannot win in life always;
Set-backs do come to us some days;
With failures, one makes strong a base;
Our failures bestow bolder face!

With failures come, added wisdom;
’Tis hard to hold a large kingdom;
Failures in life are much welcome,
As successes will always come.

Failures help us to love God more;
Failures are winning signs in core;
Failures can open newer door;
Failures can take us to the fore!

Which man on earth had always won?
With rain, there comes a brighter sun;
With failures, one can have much fun;
Failures aid us to faster run!

Failures can help us fare better;
Failures aren’t man’s strongest fetter;
Failures are just a trend-setter;
Failures make us a win-getter!

By failures, one can stop awhile;
Through failures, you run longer mile;
Failures do not remain life’s bile;
Failures help us finish in style!

Failures help us see truth again;
Failures remove the pride and feign;
Failures help us take newer lane;
Failures help us win in the main!

Through failures, we begin again,
And success smiles, easing out pain!