When?
Nothing succeeds like success.
Nothing follows like failure.
Steep rise will lead to steep fall.
Steep fall too will revive. When?
(19.06.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Steep From A Peak A Fall Deep
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Just like a ball rolling,
Gaining speed.
Eyes open wide as they witness to see...
A clarity that stops their sleeping.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Just like a ball rolling,
Gaining speed.
Eyes open wide as they witness to see.
A clarity that stops their sleeping.
Deceit is wished to be defeated.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
People see this and the creeps.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Honesty reveals all evils.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
And those of wicked ways.
Try not to look afraid,
But.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
People see this and the creeps.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
People see this and the creeps.
Deceit is wished to be defeated.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
People see this and the creeps.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Honesty reveals all evils.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
And those of wicked ways...
Try not to look afraid.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Just like a ball rolling,
Gaining speed.
Eyes open wide as they witness to see...
A clarity that stops their sleeping.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
Steep from a peak a fall,
Deep.
People see this and the creeps.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(V – 1986) Success
Success: a road never ending, steep –
He reaches far who labours deep;
True success that which climbing high
Raises them too that lower lie.
Don’t despair or pride; tire or fall;
Against your climb they stand a wall;
Oh, always strive for more and more
So long and high, oh, you may soar.
Human Falls
From infancy to senescence,
All human beings tend to fall;
By slipping, tripping, on their own
Or stumbling on something on road.
Some falls are nasty in mishaps;
Some fall in trivial accidents,
Or roads made slippery by rains;
Some fall from heights in suicide.
To fall is natural to men;
Some grievous hurts are sequelae;
One tries to get up from each fall;
To fall in life is natural!
Don’t fall down from life’s ladder’s rungs;
Don’t slip down staircase to heaven;
Don’t roll down steep hill-side of life;
Don’t trip into ravines of sin.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-6-2007
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Gift of Failure
To travel a road and never fail
Is to follow a lesser trail.
The real path is narrow and steep
With jagged rock and fissure deep.
Passage gained is passage earned,
Bought with failure and now learned.
But to fail and not learn
Or fail with no concern
Is to spurn a chance to know
Which direction now is so.
Oh, to find the way unveiled
After having failed
Is to sip the sweetest wine.
The fork in the road is now thine!
The gift of failure is dear indeed,
For in each it sparks the need
To think and labor and then know
That from failure success can grow.
For the greatest gain from a loss
Involved a man and his cross.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The Gift Of Failure
To travel a road and never fail
Is to follow a lesser trail.
The real path is narrow and steep
With jagged rock and fissure deep.
Passage gained is passage earned,
Bought with failure and now learned.
But to fail and not learn
Or fail with no concern
Is to spurn a chance to know
Which direction now is so.
Oh, to find the way unveiled
After having failed
Is to sip the sweetest wine.
The fork in the road is now thine!
The gift of failure is dear indeed,
For in each it sparks the need
To think and labor and then know
That from failure success can grow.
For the greatest gain from a loss
Involved a man and his cross.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Robert Downey Jr.
Traveling down a road
with pills, weed
addiction written in stone
From highs to lows
going up and down
Chemicals reap what we sow
rehabilitation bound
Still I keep shuffling
my heavy muscle relaxed feet
Knowing this is the life of rockstars
Once you've reached the high
you still have to come down
and the way is steep
And when you come down
You can never take the stairs
The elevator is out of order
The only option is to fall
And fall you will
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She Is Love
Oh when the sunshine beckons to ya
And your wings begin to unfold
the thoughts you bring and the songs you sing
are gonna keep me from the cold
And if the sword is among ya
and its words may wound my soul
you can fill me up with what you've got
cos my heart's been keeping old
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She is love
and her ways are high and steep
She is love
and I believe her when she speaks.
Love
and her ways are high and steep
She is love
and I believe
song performed by by Oasis from Heathen Chemistry
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Regardless If The Act Of It Is Avoidable
They don't want,
THAT direction!
They want THEIR direction.
Even though it has been shown,
Their direction
Has long been eroding.
And the installation of a brick wall,
Erected with warnings of consequences
Is beginning to chip,
From their constant banging against it.
A collective stubornness insisted
Goes unheeded.
And no matter what anyone says,
About a the wall protecting them
From a fall over a cliff
They have chosen to rise against,
The presence of qualified leadership
To bulldoze their way,
Right through it!
And the moral of this?
If there is any morality left,
Significant in this decaying existence.
Whatever is said to those who don't listen,
Through the cracks many will fall.
Screaming for help,
From those they claimed appalled.
And always there are those,
Pointing their fingers at others
To accuse and blame,
For dilemmas they keep
To protect their ignorance even as they weep.
With a desire to prove
Their heads are thicker,
Than any installed wall.
Or the steep deepness of their fall.
Regardless if the act of it,
Is avoidable.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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the Way To Success
failure may outnumber success
failure is there
to make you strong
failure may cause pain
but nothing goes in vain
failure keeps you in touch
with reality
failure gives wisdom
failure gives experience
cowards don't fail
It's for the brave
who leave the shore
to sail into unknown
failure is a stop
in the journey of life
don't stop at the bend
today's failure would be
tomorrow's bigger success
failure is the cradle
in which success rocks.
failure is not a sin
failure is the first step for success
failure teaches you how to succeed
failure always helps in your success
failure helps you from failing
if you fail, it's not the end of the world
try!
success will definitely be on your way
so will run away your failure
but...
never forget your failure in life which helped you in your
SUCCESS
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Spring Pastoral
Liza, go steep your long white hands
In the cool waters of that spring
Which bubbles up through shiny sands
The colour of a wild-dove's wing.
Dabble your hands, and steep them well
Until those nails are pearly white
Now rosier than a laurel bell;
Then come to me at candlelight.
Lay your cold hands across my brows,
And I shall sleep, and I shall dream
Of silver-pointed willow boughs
Dipping their fingers in a stream.
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Today... 'Despised And Rejected Of Men
'Here is your king.' Pilate said speaking to the Jews
'I can set Him free now it's up to you to choose.'
'Away with Him we will not have rule over us'
was their shout before him as they made a great fuss.
He was a Man despised and rejected by men
scorned and hated by the people around Him then.
A Man of sorrows Who was acquainted with grief
And we hid our faces from Him in unbelief.
He was reviled by all and we esteemed Him not.
A worm handed over to them by a despot.
On His own He climbed up that steep Calvary hill
in His determination to fulfil God's will.
He's rejected by men and forsaken of God.
All alone the steep road through Golgotha He trod.
'My God why have You forsaken Me' was His cry
as upon the cross He bowed down His head to die.
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Possessed with a full confidence of the certain success which British valor must gain over such enemies, I have led you up these steep and dangerous rocks, only solicitous to show you the foe within your reach.
quote by James Wolfe
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To D—, Dead By Her Own Hand
My dear, I wonder if before the end
You ever thought about a children’s game—
I’m sure you must have played it too—in which
You ran along a narrow garden wall
Pretending it to be a mountain ledge
So steep a snowy darkness fell away
On either side to deeps invisible;
And when you felt your balance being lost
You jumped because you feared to fall, and thought
For only an instant: That was when I died.
That was a life ago. And now you’ve gone,
Who would no longer play the grown-ups’ game
Where, balanced on the ledge above the dark,
You go on running and you don’t look down,
Nor ever jump because you fear to fall.
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On top of the world
The joys of success.
The feeling that you are on top of the world.
The warmth never seems to end.
Past failures seem to be irrelevant.
That is until you fall.
You fall from that throne.
Fear begins to envolope you.
Fear of not knowing when it ends,
and wondering if you can get up when it does.
The chains of failure.
The feeling that they will never be broken
The happy moments are looked at as just dream.
Success was never really achieved.
Staying on top forever is just a fantasy.
Laying in the darkness forever is a choice
To escape the darkness I ask myself one question.
Is the depths of my failure greater the the heights of my success?
poem by Joshua Wyatt
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Portrait
She has no need to fear the fall
Of harvest from the laddered reach
Of orchards, nor the tide gone ebbing
From the steep beach.
Nor hold to pain's effrontery
Her body's bulwark, stern and savage,
Nor be a glass, where to forsee
Another's ravage.
What she has gathered, and what lost,
She will not find to lose again.
She is possessed by time, who once
Was loved by men.
poem by Louise Bogan
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Rise Or Fall
Take action
Gotta raise a fist in blood
Domination
Can't continue acting like jerks
You show me all there's a chance
With only words for defence
There is no freedom to speak, no
Rise or fall
Number one to take the stand
Rise or fall
Take a word from this promised land
Yeah
Your reaction
Sticks and stones are no match for steel
This rebellion
Revolution's in your hands
Now listen
So it's part Apache
Do you know what that means?
Is it a segregation?
Rise or fall
Number one to take the stand
Rise or fall
Take a word from this promised land
Strength in numbers can alter your place
Take the action before it's too late
Make a stand
Give it up
Rise or fall
Number one to take the stand
Rise or fall
Take a word from this promised land
Rise or fall
Number one to take the stand
Rise or fall
Take a word
Take a word from this land
Rise or fall
Rise or fall
song performed by by Quiet Riot
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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French Park Creek
Deep in the woods
down the steep trench
we call to each other -
to the creek we descend
through green shadows rushing
over shallow, smooth stones,
to deeper, dark pools
where love lies, alone.
Hand in warm hand
we run, holding tight
and laughing we fall
to our own secret night.
poem by Steven Federle
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Do you remember failures?
Are you asking me? Yes, I remember my failures
Lots and lots of failures in my life,
I look back again and remember these failures
And my God, how deeply was I hurt,
I cried on some of them,
When friends left when love was lost
When relatives did not give support
When I was all alone
When I finally rise again
And recovered from the past, when I learned
And met success again
When I have become stronger
Rising from every fall, recovering from every failure
I always remember them with fondness
The hurts diminishing, the blames now faint
As the new sound of success reverberates
Claiming new friendships and new approaches
And the comfort that life is like that
Success and failure? A seesaw that we really have to play.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Million Man March Poem
The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.
Under a dead blue sky on a distant beach,
I was dragged by my braids just beyond your reach.
Your hands were tied, your mouth was bound,
You couldn't even call out my name.
You were helpless and so was I,
But unfortunately throughout history
You've worn a badge of shame.
I say, the night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark
And the walls have been steep.
But today, voices of old spirit sound
Speak to us in words profound,
Across the years, across the centuries,
Across the oceans, and across the seas.
They say, draw near to one another,
Save your race.
You have been paid for in a distant place,
The old ones remind us that slavery's chains
Have paid for our freedom again and again.
The night has been long,
The pit has been deep,
The night has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.
The hells we have lived through and live through still,
Have sharpened our senses and toughened our will.
The night has been long.
This morning I look through your anguish
Right down to your soul.
I know that with each other we can make ourselves whole.
I look through the posture and past your disguise,
And see your love for family in your big brown eyes.
I say, clap hands and let's come together in this meeting ground,
I say, clap hands and let's deal with each other with love,
I say, clap hands and let us get from the low road of indifference,
Clap hands, let us come together and reveal our hearts,
Let us come together and revise our spirits,
Let us come together and cleanse our souls,
Clap hands, let's leave the preening
And stop impostering our own history.
Clap hands, call the spirits back from the ledge,
Clap hands, let us invite joy into our conversation,
Courtesy into our bedrooms,
Gentleness into our kitchen,
Care into our nursery.
The ancestors remind us, despite the history of pain
We are a going-on people who will rise again.
And still we rise.
poem by Maya Angelou
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(V – 2010) Laiku 206
(1) Success:
Its seeds grow well not in success but in failure
The more one fails the more one succeeds, sure!