Man Is Dependent
To pluck or to beg are the two options,
Either of which man uses to meet his needs.
He pleases or forces to get his things.
No man can live harmless in a true sense.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Options
Options, options, options,
ever too many choices.
Purple, Black, Blue or Green,
so many whispering voices;
Clint Eastwood, Kirk Douglas, Charly Sheen.
Options, options, options,
your thoughts bubbling away.
No time to choose but Delay:
'Sticks and stones can't break my bones,
but Options they can kill you still!
poem by Madrason writer
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This Will All Make Perfect Sense Someday (Live)
this will all make perfect sense someday
i'll be ok....
this will all maker perfect sense someday
theres got to be a reason for the rain
all my bills have all gotten paid
i shaked the bet, i broke the bet
this could have been a slow song
a laundry list of all the wrongs
but at the end of the day
this is my beautiful disaster piece Ive made
and it goes, and i quote, and i never would lie:
this will all make perfect sense someday
i'll be ok....
this will all maker perfect sense someday
theres got to be a reason for the rain
i don't understand the numbers
but my faith is in the math
and the odds are all that they believe
(inaudible)
and to all the hearts i've broken
and the ones that once broke mine
i've got suspicions all will be forgive in time
all you gotta do is call them up and say:
this will all make perfect sense someday
i'll be ok....
this will all maker perfect sense someday
theres got to be a reason for the rain
and if it ever gets bad, i mean really bad
i'll move to Nova Scotia and forget the life i had
be up at nine each morning down by the shore
collecting things that fell off boats in storms
look here, so i might never but its nice to know the options there
the options there...
this will all make perfect sense someday
i'll be ok....
this will all maker perfect sense someday
theres got to be a reason for the rain
a reason for the rain, a reason for the rain
the reason for the rain, for the rain
and is it a habit i keep biting my lip in the same place
song performed by by John Mayer
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The Petal Game
pick a flower
to play the petal game
pluck a petal
he loves me
pluck a petal
I don't love him
pluck a petal
he keeps getting closer
pluck a petal
I keep pushing him away
pluck a petal
he is always around me
pluck a petal
I hide away from him
pluck a petal
he is always protecting me
pluck a petal
I just punch him in the gut
pluck a petal
he never seems to get it
pluck a petal
I really hate his guts
pluck a petal
he just really bugs me
pluck a petal
I need a new flower now
pick a flower
to play the petal game
poem by Amber Lyn Charneski
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Philosophy Of Beauty And The Beautiful
Simplicity is beauty,
Purity, divinity;
The virtue of quality
Excels that of quantity.
Beauty that pleases the sense is good,
Beauty and vitue are good,
Seek for things simple but noble,
Virtue alone can ennoble.
True beauty is simply graceful,
The graceful are beautiful,
There's beauty that's deceitful,
Nature itself is beautiful,
Beauty is perfection of form,
Virtue and good sense conforms,
Beautiful things may deform,
But virtue act in good form.
poem by Merlin Archivilla
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Objectified
All beautiful things meet their demise
Flowers in bloom surely will die
Frozen are the wings of the dead butterfly
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Clouds of gray spoil the light of the skies
The ocean must fall in order to rise
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
I knew I was doomed when you first said, “Hi.”
Two ships in the night, we were bound to collide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Four months can pass in the blink of an eye
We lose ourselves without having to try
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
The simplest words become hard to define
You can’t see the truth when you cover your eyes
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Your pay the price to take this ride
Slowly, you find that you’re living a lie
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Pictures of us will fade over time
We become strangers in a world so wide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
You’ll keep on searching for what you won’t find
You’ll lose your faith while I lose my mind
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Sometimes your morals get left behind
It will be too late when you realize
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
poem by Vaida Marea
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It is not possible to live in this age if you don't have a sense of many contradictory forces.
quote by Rem Koolhaas
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You Wrote The Book On Love
When I first met you my life turn a page
Chapter one was our true love we speak
You caught me with your kiss
Speaks about the mess I hate
You knew where you came from
and you see
What pleases you and what pleases me
Girl when you touch me
I began to understand
Refrain
You
song performed by by Backstreet Boys
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The path of pleasure
To punish pleases us
And to pardon does as well.
To revenge pleases us
And to pity does as well.
To pride pleases us
And to be humble does as well.
If getting pleased is the goal
The wise will chose the second.
23.09.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To Learn and Comprehend From Beginning to End
From whom do you seek approval,
To meet and greet what pleases you?
What satisfaction can another supply,
To a life you live with choices to apply.
From whom do you seek,
A decision to live?
When all of us have different testaments...
As life presents us our own experiences.
To learn and comprehend from beginning to end.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Got To Show
Yes it's true
I've gotten very
Moody over you
Don't think i don't
Sense your caution
Way across the room
Or across the phone lines
Big black ocean
Conversation brief
We can't find
A clear connection
And i can't get relief
Why don't we both agree
We're both afraid
And too afraid to say
If i say
Count to three
(count to three)
Move toward me
(move toward me)
Would you meet me half the way
(would you meet me)
There are a thousand things about me
I want only you to know
But i can't go there alone
You've got to show
While you occupy me
I command my dreams
Each day
To bring you in me
Even thinly
As the morning chases you away
I half believe
If i just picture us
We will come true
Wishful thinking
Or my hopes sinking
Half depends on you
Why don't we both agree
(why don't we both agree)
We're both afraid
And too afraid to say
(too afraid to say)
If i say
Count to three
(count to three)
Move toward me
(move toward me)
Would you meet me half the way
(would you meet me)
There are a thousand things about me
I want only you to know
But i can't got there alone
You've got to show me
(show me)
You are fully alive
If you want to fly
Take this dive
If you want to kiss
Kiss for real
I'll give you back everything you feel
Drive in space
That peaceful place
You'd be my secret sharer
Front and back
And all around
The thin margin of error
Ah move too fast
Or move too slow
Or somewhere in between
Or navigate your
Perfect distance
Your getaway is clean
Why don't we both agree
That we're both afraid
And we're too afraid to say
If i say
Count to three
And move toward me
Would you meet me half way
Cause there are a thousand things about me
I want only you to know
I want only you to know
I want only you to know
But i can't got there alone
You've got to show
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Love Sonnet XLII
My true mind makes as many loves of you
As my full heart contentedly can hold.
And when the one grows dull, the other cold,
Yet comes another swifter in to woo.
I could not rue such changing retinue
Nor chastise circumstance that keeps me bold.
I make you young or middle-aged or old
Just as it pleases my own whim to do.
And then to counterbalance what you give
Thus all unwittingly, I smile or frown,
Am thoughtful, mirthful, grave or sunny-eyed
To meet your mood and help you best to live.
In me, all women to your wish bow down.
In you, all men at my desire abide.
poem by Zora Bernice May Cross
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A Man Became Addicted To Writing Poems
A man became addicted to writing poems
Even when he lost the sense
That they were true poetry.
He then permitted himself
To write poems
He did not himself quite believe in.
Can we say this is a poor poet
And a harmless fool
And someone who need not be taken seriously?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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But once you allow yourself to recognize necessity, you find two things: One you find your options so restricted that the only course of action is obvious, and, two, that a great sense of freedom comes with the decision.
quote by Steven Brust
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Our Final Option
we're on the same trips
mostly leisure
we keep on saying
what options do we still have?
we hop from one island to another
we have become missing most of the times
we opt for our privacy
and friends are asking what is happening
one day we walk hand on hand on the park
and it is raining so hard
we keep on asking, what options do we still have?
to run? we have been running away
we do not know what to find really
and we do not ask anymore
the options are all here
inside the house and well fenced.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Defeat Forces of Evil
Forces of negative confront every turn.
With all things new there’s so much to learn.
No one really cares if I fail or succeed.
Things against me keep me from what I need.
As things go wrong I sit back and sigh
Wondering about happened while asking why.
Best I stop and take stock of this mess
And closely analyze abilities I possess.
Then develop these into a plan of action,
Pursuing a course with fun and satisfaction.
Forces of negative will always attack,
But a detailed plan will enable me to fight back.
With strength and confidence I’ll be upbeat
Causing forces of negative to be in retreat.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Center Stage
Forces of negative confront every turn.
With all things new there’s so much to learn.
No one really cares if I fail or succeed.
Things against me keep me from what I need.
As things go wrong I sit back and sigh
Wondering about happened while asking why.
Best I stop and take stock of this mess
And closely analyze abilities I possess.
Then develop these into a plan of action,
Pursuing a course with fun and satisfaction.
Forces of negative will always attack,
But a detailed plan will enable me to fight back.
With strength and confidence I’ll be upbeat…
Causing forces of negative to be in retreat.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Goddamn Devil
Rape, d.u.i., assult and battery
These are things that will bring you to me
Murder and theft and all of the above
You can bet your life I know what youre thinking of
Ive takin you and Ill take your friends
Dont worry, well all meet in the end
cause lifes a bitch and then you die
Trust me baby cause I dont lie
Im the goddamn devil, this job pleases me
Im the goddamn devil and I do it for free
I know the story about your life
If you killed your brother or you beat your wife
And I am here to punish you
You cant fool me cause I aint no fool
The time has come to say goodbye
The end is here for those who cheat, steal and lie
There will be torture and there will be pain
Cause this is hell, baby, die in flames.
Im the goddamn devil, this job pleases me
Im the goddamn devil, satan if you please
Im the goddamn devil, this job pleases me
Im the goddamn devil, and I do it for free
I dont care about you, dont care about your life
Dont care about your children or about your wife
Im here to do my job so if you broke the law
Youre checking in with me
But you can never leave....
Theres one way out if you dare
Well make a deal, youll grow your hell
As satans child youll start a band
And spread the word across the land
Im the goddamn devil, this job pleases me
Im the goddamn devil, satan if you please
Im the goddamn devil, better believe in me (only me)
Im the goddamn devil!
song performed by by Ugly Kid Joe
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I was aware that there is an expectation that writers inevitably falter at this stage, that they fail to live up to the promise of their first successful book, that the next book never pleases the way the prior one did. It simply increased my sense of being challenged.
quote by David Guterson
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Are They Still Here?
sometimes i question what
has been taught about souls
are they still here?
are they in heaven, and then on All Soul's Day
permitted to visit us
here in our homes?
is there a day when the souls of the dead
and the those who are still leaving
meet and converse
and evaluate what's up?
i like to think, there is still this connection.
Papa telling me what to do and
Mama still comforting me about
what has been done.
And all the souls of my ancestors
for once on this day of the souls
Guiding me towards what pleases them
and what pleases us all,
something that is good and beautiful
and yes, levelling
when the dead and the living are still one
inhabitants all
in God's everlasting grace.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This I Tell With A Sigh
THERE IS a name
alright
they baptize us with
a name
we had no choice the
but to be born
and then die
if we must even if we
do not allow it
but in between this
spaciousness
of life and death
there is an existence
of myriad possibilities
that give us
a sense of freedom
i am at this place
now
thrown in this situation
and i am doing most
of what i can
to call myself free
tomorrow when
the same sun that set
rises again
i proclaim without
timidity
that i am still here
with all my
options
to live and to live again
never to choose death
that kills
all my possibilities
the door that closes in
saying that it will open
again
but you see
it is different there
altogether
this is it
i must devour all
to be whole again
to keep the pieces
intact
within my soul
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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