Really the great
Men are there who sap things, cars and clothes.
In them there must be enough tolerance.
What about sapping the wives? Then they’re
Par excellence in the matter of tolerance.
11.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Crazy Woman
she is a neighbor
they think she is crazy
what we have
we keep
tolerance and
tolerance
she asks for coffee
and cookies
watches tv
and decides which channel to watch
i am about to burst
until she gets away with
sanity
she says
what she has is tolerance
and tolerance for me
fair.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tolerance it a tremendous virtue, but the immediate neighbors of tolerance are apathy and weakness.
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Tolerance - the function of an extinguished ardor - tolerance cannot seduce the young.
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Sensitivity Earns Foes
The level of tolerance makes
One sweet or bitter to others.
If one is kind, the credit goes
To his capacity of tolerance.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Tolerance is the value that was selected to put on here, and tolerance is as American as apple pie.
quote by Jay Inslee
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Let's be careful when we start comparing American to European tolerance because there isn't necessarily a lot of European tolerance.
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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
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Tolerance
So
Of your own choice
You taint tolerance
As you're doing so
I'll watch tolerance speaking
On
A mother's painful accouchement
Infant's strifeful birth nascent
The child-raising problems
With conjunct ailment-problems
Tradition's manacles
Along with social obstacles
Matrimony's undone supression
Connubially dispirited depression
Familial temper of moods
Unfamiliar play of crooks
Stealthy years most unhealthy
Departed in homes all filthy
Empyreal war of human culture
Evanescing pattern of life's nature....
Now
Sh..tolerance is silent, isn't speaking
A silent fight within the self on going
All shades of somber mood
Sad and hatred incurred
Darker shades of rainbow colours
Drowning with the brighter colours
A built-in patient
In the heart of a live monument..
So
Of what colour your choice
To taint tolerance
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Istanbul Past Present Future
Istanbul life pulse do you feel it as I do?
When you gaze upon mosaic maze
tapestry ancestry diversity ethnicity
tolerance love respect embrace diverse
humanity all souls created God miracles
Istanbul hope tolerance lessons teaches
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Tolerance Through The Year
A little bit of tolerance lives
Within your heart each day,
When you do a worthwhile deed,
Give a word of encouragement away.
Do not save your kindness
For just a special or selective time?
We all want to be loved and accepted
And live in a world that is fine.
Give a helping hand to someone,
Instill hope and spirit today.
The things that mean the most
Aren't always those for which we pay.
Racism and discrimination has not faded,
Many people live in hatred and fear.
So, keep tolerance living in your heart
And it will grow immensely every year.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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More Effective Means
Many times you have tried,
To misrepresent my intentions.
And to manipulate my deeds.
And many times my tolerance,
Sat and watch this purposely.
Over the years my intentions have changed.
And I am not reluctant to express impatience.
Nor is my tolerance one I am proud of.
And my methods now use more effective means...
To get my point across.
So grateful am I to find constant prayer,
Enables me to do this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Tolerance Level
Once allowed I did,
The sitting to simmer...
In an acceptance of nonsense.
I believed in the doing of this...
I would be considered approachable.
And given much more respect.
With a diminishing of unneeded stress.
But the more of it I would get.
Today my tolerance level has a quota to make.
With an unmistakable 'zero' to achieve.
Fake platitudes and pretentions too,
Have no impressions on me to leave.
And nothing attempted by anyone will I let slip by.
Deleted from my peace are disguises tried.
My own corrupted ideals I had to let go.
Since my tolerance level is aimed to get to zero.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Broad tolerance in the matter of beliefs is necessarily a part of the new ethics.
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Tolerance, good temper and sympathy - they are what matter really, and if the human race is not to collapse they must come to the front before long
E.M. Forster in Two Cheers for Democracy (1938)
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England riots, August 2011
The world of someone's hope is burning,
The world of someone's joy is burning,
The world of someone's dream is burning,
Has humanity died in the streets of London?
Has the age old culture deceived the country?
Have people forgotten the beautiful days and intoxicating nights?
Love, peace, tenderness and tolerance
Where are these elements?
It's not riot,
It's a declaration of a change in human tendency,
It's a prelude to a peril,
It may sound a knell for the tolerance of the country,
Let's pray that England would not be another Norway.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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And as I've gotten older, I've had more of a tendency to look for people who live by kindness, tolerance, compassion, a gentler way of looking at things.
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The secret of living a life of excellence is merely a matter of thinking thoughts of excellence. Really, it's a matter of programming our minds with the kind of information that will set us free.
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Tolerance is a very dull virtue. It is boring. Unlike love, it has always had a bad press. It is negative. It merely means putting up with people, being able to stand things.
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I Didn't Quite Understand It At The Time
No tolerance do I have,
For those who show their gratefulness...
With their hands out.
I appreciate those having less than others.
I grew up like that myself.
But I always witnessed my mother doing things!
And they were always for someone else.
And my grandparents were wizards.
To this day no one can explain,
What they did and how that was done.
And my motivation comes from them.
Taking nothing for granted!
With no expectations from anyone!
No tolerance do I have,
For those who show their gratefulness...
With their hands out.
I saw my father's blistered hands.
From working with hot iron in the foundry.
He once had said he was cursed for being black.
And my mother he called 'high yellow'!
Saying she was 'lucky' for that.
But these 'traps' of having less,
And inflicting self defeat...
Was not a way I intended to look at life.
Not when I had dreams,
To be free of limitations and to write.
Sometimes it was said to me...
'Oh, he think he's white! '
By those totally brainwashed...
To live in ignorance.
Unmotivated and uptight!
No tolerance do I have,
For those who show their gratefulness...
With their hands out.
Nor do I hold a high regard...
For those on their knees in churches.
When a church in my own hometown,
Told my mom she could no longer play piano for them...
Because she didn't have a college degree.
Union Baptist is that 'joint'.
Where those of pretensions speak of their pedigrees.
And how proud they were to have slave masters!
Sick jackasses.
I especially despise those who claim they created something.
When thieves of dreams are all they are.
The only thing they've established...
Are ruined lives and a place where family members,
Can fill their plates off of government grants...
Solicited to aid the community and uphold a unity!
That BS has created urban nests of poverty.
I was told one day I was embittered,
By someone who had a silver spoon shoved up his ass!
And this dude knows nothing about having wants or needs at all.
He may have whims to fulfill!
But he is without guts driven by motivation.
Few do!
I just do not view them sipping on cocktails.
No tolerance do I have,
For those who show their gratefulness...
With their hands out.
And I let them know it!
You will get from me my critique...
If you aren't willing to sweep the streets to eat.
I've grown up to go without.
Just to provide for someone else!
'Thank you, ma!
I am forever blessed,
With that teaching of your lesson!
I didn't quite understand it at the time.
But so clear do I see now! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ipad
Around me are people
Talking about a lot of things
Events and jokes that i think i
Already know
Boring
And
Disappointing
Gone is
My love for tolerance so i have to open a hiding place
And stay with you for the rest of the hours
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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