Love is elusive.
Love – we don’t give
In expected measure
Nor do we get
In expected measure.
The world has never been happy.
13.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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How Do You Measure Up?
If you measure yourself by ambition,
There will always be someone more ambitious than you.
If you measure yourself by money,
There is always someone wealthier than you.
If you measure yourself by power,
There is always someone more powerful than you.
If you measure yourself with material things,
There is always someone with more stuff than you.
If you measure yourself by where you are in life,
There is always someone farther down the path than you.
If you measure yourself by appearance,
There is always someone that appears than you.
If you measure yourself by God,
Then we are all the same.
We are all wonderfully and beautifully made.
God is love.
And love has no end.
So in God's heart,
You will always measure up!
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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As I Am A Man
as i am a man
measure me not with that
divine stick
i do not wish
to be more than God
nor do i intend to be
lower than
that beast.
measure me
with the love that i can give you
the sorrows i have
the pains i have endured
the successes that i have
hidden from your eyes
measure me with the purity
of my intentions
the care with which i do my
actions
do not measure me
with your expectations
let me stand strong
on the pavement of
your cares.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Without Measure
measure my love
i will love you without measure
there you shall fail
this love has no number
unquantifiable
your measure cannot measure
this love immeasurable
this love so
unbearable
you measure me again
this love like a flame on your oil lamp
shall then die
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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measure my love
i will love you without measure
there you shall fail
this love has no number
unquantifiable
your measure cannot measure
this love immeasurable
this love so
unbearable
you measure me again
this love like a flame on your oil lamp
shall then die
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Measure Of Love sung to From Russia With Love
The measure of love, in truth, is this:
To treasure each sigh, close by, then kiss!
I've revelled each girl I yearn,
Just to discern
The measure of love!
Soft embraces, gazes...
In search for one true friend...
Let go... then watching love grow...
Then lips pressed tight, just right,
As if our two hearts said, 'Hello! '
Love prays this is so...
The measure is true in gentlemen...
Right out of the blue! So who knows when?
It's meant to astound you, too...
So you can view
The measure of love!
poem by Denis Martindale
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In the spirit of Rumi - 25
I said to My Beloved
Tell me the measure of truth
My Beloved said
Tell me first what you know of truth
‘One and one make two,
- as You and I’
My Beloved said
Tell me more of truth
‘Love draws me to You
as the white moth to the candle’s flame’
My Beloved said
Tell me more of truth
‘Love makes You and me
into one single perfect love’
My Beloved said
This is the measure of truth
which is immeasurable:
the greater the truth
the less it can be measured;
the greater the truth
the deeper it may be experienced;
this is its measure: its experience.
Truth has no other measure,
for only love can measure truth.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Ill Take Love
(words & music by fuller / barkon)
Some people think that pot of gold
Is all they ever want to hold
But theres a treasure, I think more of
Measure for measure .. Ill take love
Some people think that their success
Is all they need for happiness
But theres a pleasure, I think more of
Measure for measure .. Ill take love
Pound for pound oh yeah and
Ounce for ounce love is all that really counts
So let them have their wealth and fame
Eat caviar and drink champagne
Youre all the treasure Im dreaming of
Measure for measure .. Ill take love
Pound for pound oh yeah and
Ounce for ounce love is all that really counts
So let them have their wealth and fame
Eat caviar and drink champagne
Youre all the treasure Im dreaming of
Measure for measure .. Ill take love
Ill take love, Ill take love
Ill take love, Ill take love
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Measure Of Men
what is the measure of one man
is it the measure of one's strength
I think not
is it the measure of one's stature such as height
I don't think so
is it how wealthy one is
not even close
or is it how much power one possesses over another
not impressive
can a measure of a man be measured with a yardstick
well it can but that park doesn't show he's a man
the tolerance of a man for another man hitting him
can be measured with a ruler
the tolerance of a man for another man attacking his country
can be measured with a grain of salt
the tolerance of a man for another man hitting the one's he loves
now that can only be measured within a whisper
you can only measure a individual man or woman
with how big their heart is and
what qualities lie within that heart
such as dignity for what he works for
such as a stable household for his famly
compassion for people in need
the understanding of what's right and what's wrong
the pride of not what he has done but what
his wife and child has done
the sweat
the blood
and the tears he spars
to keep his marriage from falling apart
once you find a way to measure those things then
and only then will you be able to say
that is
because that is certainly
the real measure of all men
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Expecting
Your mouth said this never
but your fingers have shown me
that your head is so clever
you claim that you own me
forever
You have the right to conduct me
in whatever fashion
your attempt construct me
in the interest of passion
you sent me
to toledo
I came back with handfulls
I did what you asked me
but after the thank yous
that you quickly got passed me
Im expected
youre expecting
Im expected
expected
song performed by by White Stripes
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A Little More Love
(l. stansfield/i. devaney/a. morris)
Measure for measure
Your loves so much pleasure
Like a haunting melody
It came inside and captured me
And Im so happy
Youre the rhythm of my life
You and I together will stand the test of time
(you know how to love me)
Give me more love, give me more time
I cant understand it
Maybe youve found someone new
Tell me what did I do wrong
What did I do
Looking into your eyes now
I dont see the love we had
I dont see compassion
I dont see anything
(chorus)
Give me just a little more love
Some more to tide me over
Give me just a little more passion
Give me just a little more love
And a little more time
I dont see the reason
Why you should be so unfair
But I have seen it coming
Seen it hanging in the air
Baby when you hold me
You dont touch me like you did
But still I want you by my side
Baby Ill do anything
(chorus)
I can see youre slipping away from me
But I still feel the magic sometimes
When we touch
You and me, it has to be
cos baby without you I dont think that I can carry on
(chorus x 4 and fade)
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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One Little Victory
A certain measure of innocence
willing to appears naive
a certain degree of imagination
a measure of make-beleive
a certain degree of surrender
to the forces of light and heat
a shot of satisfaction
Celebrate the moment
as it turns into one more
another chance at victory
another chance to score
the measure of the moment
is a difference of degree
just one little victory
a spirite breaking free
one little victory
the greatest act can be one little victory
a certain measure of righteousness
a certain amout of force
a certain degree of determination
daring on a different course
acertain amout of resistance
to the force of life and love
a certain measure of tolerence
a willingness to rise above
song performed by by Rush
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Happy Doing, Not Having
The measure of happy is what I do;
Not what I have that sits there in view.
The actions I take, like the life I lead,
Have precedence over the objects I need.
When I get confused and life goes astray,
It’s often because what I have’s in my way.
It’s true these things do have their place;
Just a small part of my life’s precious space.
My measure of happy grows as I pursue
Friends and loved ones each day I renew
A promise to always love what I do,
Not allowing what I have to hinder my view.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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If you never stand in glory
If you never stand in glory
If you never find 15 minutes of fame
I will tell your story
I’ll stand up and chant your name
If you measure yourself
With your own hands
If you don’t make excuses
If you do the best you can
You’ll be my hero
The heart, young one
Is the measure of the man.
If you don’t break the record
But yet you run the race
If you give it all your effort
And come in second place
If you do the best you can
You’ll be my hero
The heart young one,
Is the measure of the man.
If don’t sing in the spotlight
But refrained into the chorus
If you don’t climb MT Everest
But spend time in the forest
You’ll be my hero
The heart young one
Is the measure of the man.
If you don’t’ get elected
But you shake every hand
If the cause is effected
If clearly mark out where you stand
If you do the best you can
You’ll be my hero
The heart young one
Is the measure of the man.
IF you lose your direction
And meander for awhile
But seek out the correction
With each foot of every mile
You’ll be my hero
The heart young one
Is the measure of the man.
If you never stand in glory
If you never find 15 minutes of fame
I will tell your story
I’ll stand up and chant your name
poem by Eaton Bard
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Good Friday
A recipe for thought:
Take a pair of scales
as large as the boundless human mind,
and into one scale
pour all the goodness in the world that you can see
carefully
and into the other,
all the evil in the world that you can see;
into the first scale now add
all the joy that you have known
(the joy of others you can never measure)
and into the other, all the misery,
(the misery of others you can never measure) :
into the first, add all the laughter you can remember,
and into the second, all the tears;
and now, from the cupboards of your heart,
add what you will
to either scale:
the hopes and fears
of all the years.
now give one day each year
to the watching of these scales
and see if slowly, gently, as we watch
with all our love
the scales
move
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Too Much Is Expected
No one...
Given life to breathe,
Is born with a cold heart.
Beating with a rhythm,
That is ready to freeze.
No one...
Should be expected,
To show warmth and love.
If none has been surrounding one...
Being expressed.
Or shown to one how that's addressed.
No child learning to crawl, walk and talk.
Grows into an adult...
Prepared with maturity.
Or an accountability.
If no examples of that were ever there!
How is one expected to become aware?
Too much is expected.
From those who have been neglected.
And too much for too long goes undenied...
By one feeling insecure and desperate inside.
With no one to confide in...
From a shattering that goes on alone.
And kept condoned to grow unknown outside.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The measure of our sacrifice is the measure of our love.
One should expect that the expected can be prevented, but the unexpected should have been expected.
quote by Norman Ralph Augustine
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Certainly my parents were a huge influence. They always expected the most out of all of us. And expected us to do our very best. I'm thankful to them for allowing me to do what I wanted to do.
quote by Laurel Clark
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It is an endless procession of surprises. The expected rarely occurs and never in the expected manner.
quote by Vernon A. Walters
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Not What I Wanted
How many times have you heard
someone say on Christmas Day
this is not what I wanted.
Ungrateful for what they received,
it did not cost as much as they had expected
always forgetting that each thing
is given with love from the giver.
It does not matter how much it cost or what size it is;
just remember the love that it holds
from the one who gives it.
Never be ungrateful for anything at Christmas time
for there thousands out there
who will not receive anything at all
and some who would be thankful
for some bread upon their table.
When it comes to Christmas Day
always be thankful for whatever you receive
and joyful someone thought of you.
Remember Christmas is a celebration
of God giving us his son Jesus Christ,
not for how many presents we receive
large or small does not matter at all.
Christmas is a celebration
of bestowing love on everyone.
The love we give is in the presents
and should be accepted as such,
not the measure by how much
or how little someone had to spend,
but the love, which is given.
One last word before I go to everyone,
have yourself a safe and merry Christmas
to one and all wherever you may be.
poem by David Harris
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