I’m fortunate
To please the one you love, is a pleasure.
To be pleased by the one is much more.
To be pleased by the one whom you love,
Has no parallel. I’m fortunate from you.
19.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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So Far, So Pleased
So far, so pleased
I like the way u touch me
I like the way u tease
No car, no keys
I had 2 get us stranded
If u know what I mean
Big scar on my knee
Begging 4 a kiss is such a dull routine
Still im...
So far, so far, so far, so pleased
So far, so fine
I find another beauty mark
With every glass of red wine
So fast the time
Everytime I have to go, I go and lose my mind
Its hard, okay
Thats what happens
When a boy and girl dont get 2 play
So far, so far, so far, so pleased
(yeah)
(come on, come on)
So far, so pleased
I like the way u touch me
I like the way u tease
No car, no keys
I could spend the night and leave at 10:15
So far, so far, so far, so pleased
Ooh-ooh yeah
So far, so pleased
Oh-ooh
song performed by by Prince
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I was condemned to be beheaded, or burnt, as the king pleased; and he was graciously pleased, from the great remains of his love, to choose the mildest sentence.
quote by Sarah Fielding
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Sin, death
Sin and Death, those sisters two,
Two, two,
Sat together while dawned the morning.
Sister, marry! Your house will do,
Do, do,
For me, too, was Death's warning.
Sin was wedded, and Death was pleased,
Pleased, pleased,
Danced about them the day they married;
Night came on, she the bridegroom seized,
Seized, seized,
And away with her carried.
Sin soon wakened alone to weep,
Weep, weep.
Death sat near in the dawn of morning:
Him you love, I love too and keep,
Keep, keep.
He is here, was Death's warning.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Well-pleased
I am well-pleased with your love,
But who among you will give hear to my poems?
And lie waters in the desert and a high way in the wilderness;
But the chariots and the horses are for Kedar and Sela.
I am well-pleased with your love,
But do call in Sela and Selah to hear my muse;
For sweet came in and the sweet love arose! !
And i called you by your name because you are now mine.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Turn The Love To Anger
Lest we forget
The speed at which the world is turning
Careering through space and time
On her fatalistic journey
It scares me half to death
That we tear ourselves apart
A war of love or religion
Close your eyes to the screaming
Now are we pleased?
How are we free?
See how this obsession
Turns the love to anger
East calling west
Falling onto stony groud
We are lost in our vision
We are primitive and fearless
We send our message of confusion
Across the great divide
With our eyes full of wonder
Still the world goes spinning by
Now are we pleased?
How are we free?
See how this obsession
Turns the love to anger
Love is where the dream should lie
It's not for us to reason why
Or to ponder over strategy
So come with us and take a ride
Somewhere in the big blue sky
Before it's too late, it's too late, it's too late
Hope you find it baby
What you're lookin' for
Doesn't really matter
If you're rich or poor
'Cause you've had your day
Yes you had your day
Now are we pleased?
How are we free?
See how this obsession?
Turns the love to anger
song performed by by Erasure
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Turns The Love To Anger
Lest we forget
The speed at which the world is turning
Careering through space and time
On her fatalistic journey
It scares me half to death
That we tear ourselves apart
A war of love or religion
Close your eyes to the screaming
Now, are we pleased?
How are we free?
See how this obsession
Turns the love to anger
East calling west
Falling onto stony ground
We are lost in our vision
We are primitive and fearless
We send our message of confusion
Across the great divide
With our eyes full of wonder
Still the world goes spinning by
Now, are we pleased?
How are we free?
See how this obsession
Turns the love to anger
Love is where the dream should lie
Its not for us to reason why
Or to ponder over strategy
So come with us and take a ride
Somewhere in the big blue sky
Before its too late, its too late, its too late
Hope you find it baby
What youre looking for
Doesnt really matter
If youre rich or poor
cause youve had your day
Yes you had your day
Now, are we pleased?
How are we free?
See how this obsession
Turns the love to anger
song performed by by Erasure
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My parents were very pleased that I was in the army. The fact that I hated it somehow pleased them even more.
quote by Barry Humphries
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He makes people pleased with him by making them first pleased with themselves.
quote by Lord Chesterfield
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I guess I judge my films by how pleased I am with the work I do, so it's kind of on another level. If they do well at the box office, then that's great. Then I'm really pleased about that too.
quote by Hugo Weaving
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You can be pleased with nothing when you are not pleased with yourself.
quote by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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The great gift of conversation lies less in displaying it ourselves than in drawing it out of others. He who leaves your company pleased with himself and his own cleverness is perfectly well pleased with you.
quote by Jean de la Bruyere
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Commentator steams through to gold in banality final
If he really wants to win this title
he’s got to really work at it in this race:
is he hungry enough?
this is what all those years of training
have been all about:
keep to your race plan,
but remember, on the day,
anything can happen..
they’re off.. he had a good start;
now he’s pumping those legs,
pushing down with the right leg,
then the left leg hard into the ground,
then the right leg again…
He'll know that if he doesn't get the gold medal
it'll only be a silver..
he’s hurting all over now,
pumping the oxygen through his lungs,
going all out;
he’s coming through the field;
has he gone too early?
he’s got questions to answer,
this race is asking big questions of him;
he’s ahead now. He’ll be pleased with that;
if he loses now, he won’t be pleased with that;
tell the folks out there,
how pleased are you to have won?
‘fantastic – amazing – incredible - over the moon’
tell me, how sorry would you have been
if you hadn’t won?
Not a record time, but
he’ll be pleased with that;
tell me, what are your plans for twenty twelve?
now back to the studio for news of
other events like failure and stuff.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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You can be pleased with nothing when you are not pleased with yourself.
quote by Mary Wortley Montagu
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I'm very pleased to be here. Let's face it, at my age I'm very pleased to be anywhere.
quote by George Burns
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Trust is what we all seek
Love is what we all search,
Search in heart of others
We all want to be loved
Want to be raised up among others
Time is what we all need
Need to get self pleased
Pleased so that we can love each other
Want to be raised up among others
Trust is what we all seek
Want to be trusted and to be believed
Trust is better than love
Trust grows up with time spend with others
Trust need both time and love
And for me it’s better than above
So trust is what we all search
Search in heart of others
But trust yourself first
So that you can be trusted among others
So trust yourself to become happy
Get happy So that you can be loved
Loved so that you can be trust
Trust is what we all seek
For all peace..
For all love..
For all pleased..
poem by Jaideep Garg
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In almost everything that touches our everyday life on earth, God is pleased when we're pleased. He wills that we be as free as birds to soar and sing our maker's praise without anxiety.
quote by Aiden Wilson Tozer
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The Bible in 256 Words
To be found, I must have been lost.
To be healed, I must have been broken.
To know love, I must know hate.
Nobody understood why we were all here.
Until, He came.
He came as His son, one of His children.
He showed us how to please Him.
We sacrificed others for the sake of self.
Burnt offerings.
We still don't get it.
The story, the life, the example.
For He died for us, so we should die for another.
To show the true meaning of love.
Love is not an expectation.
An expectation is an expectation.
He died, so we expect to be saved?
Turn from our ways, and forgive ourselves.
It is not ourselves we have wronged.
It was another.
Was I angry at another?
Or was I protecting the shame and guilt I felt by not pleasing my creator?
Honor comes from inner.
For if I did not react, I would know I have pleased my creator.
Instead, I pleased myself.
Do unto others, as I would have done unto myself.
For when I do unto others, I do unto myself.
I just don't realize it.
Revelation is my end, not everyone else's.
Genesis is my beginning.
Eden is my heaven.
And Jesus is my guide.
What is last is first.
To love other's before self,
Is to find self through others.
I am called to nail myself to the cross.
Sacrifice myself.
It is the way, the truth and the light.
As was my example to follow.
Not just to be a fan of.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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God has been pleased to save us during the years of war that have already passed. We pray that He may be pleased to save us to the end. But we must do our part.
quote by Eamon de Valera
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Did You Really Make Me, Me
Dear God,
You said you could take my doubts
I'm sorry I'm not filled with love an adoration right now
But this is what I think, I know you'd want me to be honest
So this is what I'm really wondering, so answer me
Dear God,
Did you really make me, me?
God you gave me eyes to see
God you gave me every hair on head
God you gave me life and now I'm not dead
You said you gave me all the gifts I had
For the longest time
I scorned these gifts saying I had none, not even this rhyme
But you're my loving Father, God you're my dad
But did you really make me me?
Dear God,
You gave me all of my gifts, so You gave me the gift to run
You gave me everything, so You gave me the motivation to run
Didn't you God?
Doesn't this mean that you gave me this desire?
I love to hike, I love each and every esplanade
Did you MAKE me to love them prior
Or did I learn to?
Did you make me with my desires, all of them, was that really You?
If it was then aren't you pleased when I run
Aren't you pleased when I do those things You made me for
Even if it makes my legs sore, my mind sore, whatever sore.
Aren't you pleased with me, pleased with your son?
Dear God,
Did You MAKE me with ALL my desires, everything I like to do
Do You bless my efforts with them too
I just don't understand why I like anything unless you made me that way
I just don't understand because what I really want to say
Right now is that I'm doubting
I'm thinking
That I gave myself these desires, but Father
Sorry to be a bother
But I cannot handle that conclusion
Tell me it's all an illusion
Tell me my desires ARE from YOU
Because if they're not, I don't know what I'd do
I'd question everything that I do
I might even start to question You too
I wouldn't know my purpose or if I should run
If I should spend hours in the sun
If I should play video games or eat ramen
If I should ride my bike
If I should go out and hike
This is way too much of a strain
I cannot bear this burden of worrying about what to do
So please tell me it's from You
Please tell me you made me to run God
God you said You can handle my doubts.... but I cant feel you right now
God I know you're there so I bow
But I'm doubting, tell me you made me Father.... Father....
Dear God,
Please promise me that you made me, me
poem by David Knox
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Love Pure And Fervent
Jealous, and with love o'erflowing,
God demands a fervent heart;
Grace and bounty still bestowing,
Calls us to a grateful part.
Oh, then, with supreme affection
His paternal will regard!
If it cost us some dejection,
Every sigh has its reward.
Perfect love has power to soften
Cares that might our peace destroy,
Nay, does more—transforms them often,
Changing sorrow into joy.
Sovereign Love appoints the measure,
And the number of our pains;
And is pleased when we find pleasure
In the trials he ordains.
poem by William Cowper
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