Half-Views.
It is the half-views are disastrous still;
But size a thing up fully, seize the whole,
And reason then has ground to go upon
For its acceptance or rejection; but
What is half-known, like undigested food,
Ferments, and sourly taints the mental gorge
Until it rises; ignorance so heaves
His good things with his bad into the ditch.
poem by Robert Crawford
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About ignorance
Ignorance is the limited knowledge,
The rejection of what you do not know
The acceptance of what you half know
And the knowledge that you know that you don't know
Or that you don't know that you know.
05.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Half The World
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Half the world hates
What half the world does every day
Half the world waits
While half gets on with it anyway
Half the world lives
Half the world makes
Half the world gives
While the other half takes
Half the world is
Half the world was
Half the world thinks
While the other half does
Half the world talks
With half a mind on what they say
Half the world walks
With half a mind to run away
Half the world lies
Half the world learns
Half the world flies
As half the world turns
Half the world cries
Half the world laughs
Half the world tries
To be the other half
Half of us divided like a torn-up photograph half of us are
Trying to reach the other half
Half the world cares
While half the world is wasting the day
Half the world shares
While half the world is stealing away
song performed by by Rush
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Half The World
Half the world lives,
Half the world makes,
Half the world gives
While the other half takes.
Half the world hates,
Half the world runs away,
Half the world's late,
Half the world praises the day.
Half the world is,
Half the world was,
Half the world thinks,
Half the world does.
Half the world lies,
Half the world burns,
Half the world cries
While the other half turns.
Half the world cares,
Half the world weeps,
Half the world shares,
Half the world keeps.
Half the world sings,
Half the world laughs,
Half the world brings,
Half the world tries to be the other half.
End.
It Is Fair Enough
when i write something about what i do not know
and you read and feel that i am writing about what i do not know
and we become two persons
knowing fully well that we are on some things that we do not really know
wanting to know and trying to know
i think it is fair enough
we begin always from the acceptance of our ignorance
indeed a good beginning
and from there we make the little steps toward this knowing
of what we are, who we are and where we are going
because in truth, one must reserve a space, open the window
to let the wind come and fill the spaces of this void this ignorance
poem by Antonio Liao
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A Feeling Of Half-ness
i had long known that i cannot be full
i am always a glass half full.
This feeling of not having gone at length
to the place where i want to put all my legs and my hands
and let them do something that is so complete.
My cheeks are blushing.
My ears do not fully hear what I am saying to my heart.
My heart beats but always in half notes
In Whispers so that You may not hear everything
That I want to say. Always concealing.
Hiding the true color of this state: halfway
Half asleep. Half awake.
At the middle of things, I shall always be.
I am neither the beginning
Nor the End. I want to speak, but there are no words coming.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Drive Away
(phil vassar, charlie black)
Things are too simple, things are too hard
Nobodys happy with the way things are
Looking for the quick fix, the short term loan
Got to rent cause you might not be here long enough to own
The way I see it the trouble with the world these days
Its getting way to easy just to drive away
With you and me baby, its up and down
Were moving the earth or were on shaky ground
We talk about forever when its all going smooth
Or moving out tomorrow if things dont improve
Well the way I see it, the trouble with love these days
Its getting way to easy just to drive away
And you can drive away
If youve got half a mind to and half a tank you can drive away
First sign of trouble, first little thing goes wrong
You can climb in your car and drive til youre gone
Whatever weve got its worth the risk
To read a little promise into every kiss
You pay for the music, but you do get to dance
When you love somebody its not that big a chance
The way I see it weve got every reason to stay
And every reason to go together if we drive away
And we can drive away
If we need to start again, thats ok we can
Drive away
till we find that place where we can live on faith
That well never again have to drive away
song performed by by Phil Vassar
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One Disturbed
Seeking an attention,
By the use of offensive means...
Teaches not a thing,
To one disturbed...
By mental dysfunctions.
An ignorance like this has been fostered.
An ignorance has been allowed to flourish.
An ignorance that grows becomes expensive.
Since an ignorance bestows,
A flowing of it that becomes out of control!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Half Blooded Brothers
You my blood half or full were brothers, regardless of what you do to each other, you my brother half or full, .
We keep each other good, you my brother half or full. We take care of each other, because we brothers half or full.
Imma stop trippin, it'll take a while, because im use to bullshittin and prickin, but you my brother half or full.
Stick together we will stay alive, all the bullshit I said, I've been a asshole, shit who hasn't, but you my brother half or full and I guess that's what family does.
Arguments and verbal brutality towards one another is what we do, because we will always be brothers half or full. Blood half or full, it doesn't matter, because we are brothers till the end of time, your my brother half or full.
poem by Arthur V. Miller III
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On Count Voronstov
One half Milord, one half in trade,
One half a sage, one half a dunce,
One half a crook, but here for once
There's every hope he'll make the grade.
poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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Still
My heart cried out to for you over an ocean
And your pain cried out for me across a wave
You hid half dead, numb to any emotion
'Cause you were a prisoner and I was your slave
We both stopped searching for any acceptance
And rejection always was our bitter pill
'Cause I have no precious gifts to give you
Only have four words; darling I love you
I love you still
I never thought someone would ever see
Or make a prisoner of my heart
But like a warrior dressed in armor
You carved your name in it right from the start
You held my sould a hostage
In your tower on the hill
And all I prayed for when I sleep
Or lay awake, is that you love me still
My heart cried out to for you over an ocean
And your pain cried out for me across a wave
'Cause we hid half dead, numb to any emotion
Now you are my prisoner and I am your slave
We both stopped searching for any acceptance
And rejection had always been our bitter pill
And I have no precious gifts to give you
Oh, I only have these words; darling I love you
I love you still
Oh baby I love you, I love you still
[I love you still, I love you still]
Whoa, baby I love you, oh still
[I love you still, I love you still]
Baby I love you, oh still
[I love you still, I love you still]
Baby I love you, oh still
[I love you still, I love you still]
Baby I love you, still
[I love you still, I love you still]
Baby I love you, oh still
[I love you still, I love you still]
Oh baby I love you still
[I love you still, I love you still]
Still
[I love you still, I love you still]
Still
[Still, I love you still, I love you still]
[Still, I love you still]
[Still, I love you still, I love y
song performed by by Cher
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Half Breed
My father married a Cherokee
My mother's people were ashamed of me
The Indian's said that I was white by law
The white man always called me Indian Squaw
Half breed
Is all I ever heard
Half breed
Let me hate the word
Half breed
She's no good they warned
Both sides were against me since the day I was born
We never settled went from town to town
When you're not welcome you don't hang around
The other children always laughed at me
Give her a feather she's a Cherokee
Half breed
Is all I ever heard
Half breed
Let me hate the word
Half breed
She's no good they warned
Both sides were against me since the day I was born
We weren't accepted and I felt the shame
Fifteen I left and tell me whose to blame
My life since then has been from man to man
But I can't run away from what I am
Half breed
Is all I ever heard
Half breed
Let me hate the word
Half breed
She's no good they warned
Both sides were against me since the day I was born
Half breed
Is all I ever heard
Half breed
Let me hate the word
Half breed
She's no good they warned
Both sides were against me since the day I was born
song performed by by Shania Twain
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Observant To The Obvious
Sometimes I wish,
I wasn't so observant to the obvious.
Unlike many I can not pretend...
Something in my face is invisible.
And if I mention to others what I see,
They become offended.
As if what I have stated is a negativity.
'Why do you always look at the dark side of things? '
Well...
Increasingly what I see,
Blocks out the natural light.
'That's because your cup is half empty.'
Who do I thank for that?
Since most of those half full cup holders,
Like yourself...
Have yet to notice what has spilled over onto the streets.
And if that's not an acceptance of negativity...
A clarity defining it will never exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acceptance is not a state of passivity or inaction. I am not saying you can't change the world, right wrongs, or replace evil with good. Acceptance is, in fact, the first step to successful action. If you don't fully accept a situation precisely the way it is, you will have difficulty changing it. Moreover, if you don't fully accept the situation, you will never really know if the situation should be changed.
quote by Peter McWilliams
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Half won
I wished it to happen
It did not materialize even
I wished a death for foe
But that also did not take off or go
So many times we expect irrelevant
To take shape as per wish in present
It speaks of our sick mind
As that can never be expected to find
What drives us to believe in all such?
Not desperation but realities untouched
Something can't take off the ground
So it must be accepted as not sound
We are forced to believe in like weather forecast
That mars our journey with good start
If that is based on make believe theory
There shall bring only uncertainty and misery
We feel jealous of others progress
Where as it has nothing to do with us in any case
We fail to concentrate on what we have
Talk loose and irresponsibly behave
No one may appreciate our views
Even though they may have same point views
At least they conceal it behind the mask
Where as people like me even at courtesy sake fail to ask
We need to be reasonable in approach
Nothing comes easily on the way as such
We need to strive hard and gain access
Then only happiness may be seen on the face
Let us have good manner in all our dealings
No ill will or any sort of that feelings
"Perform well and expect good" legendry tale goes on
"Sow the seeds and reap the food" battle may be half won
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Stella's Birthday March 13, 1719
Stella this day is thirty-four,
(We shan't dispute a year or more:)
However, Stella, be not troubled,
Although thy size and years are doubled,
Since first I saw thee at sixteen,
The brightest virgin on the green;
So little is thy form declin'd;
Made up so largely in thy mind.
Oh, would it please the gods to split
Thy beauty, size, and years, and wit;
No age could furnish out a pair
Of nymphs so graceful, wise, and fair;
With half the lustre of your eyes,
With half your wit, your years, and size.
And then, before it grew too late,
How should I beg of gentle Fate,
(That either nymph might have her swain,)
To split my worship too in twain.
poem by Jonathan Swift
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On Stella's Birth-Day, 1719
Stella this Day is thirty four,
(We shan't dispute a Year or more)
However Stella, be not troubled,
Although thy Size and Years are doubled,
Since first I saw Thee at Sixteen
The brightest Virgin on the Green,
So little is thy Form declin'd
Made up so largely in thy Mind.
Oh, woud it please the Gods to split
Thy Beauty, Size, and Years, and Wit,
No Age could furnish out a Pair
Of Nymphs so graceful, Wise and fair
With half the Lustre of your Eyes,
With half your Wit, your Years and Size:
And then before it grew too late,
How should I beg of gentle Fate,
(That either Nymph might have her Swain,)
To split my Worship too in twain.
poem by Jonathan Swift
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She Mends Me
Look at me I'm not the man I used to be
When she smiles at me
I live the light I used to see
There she goes and i know
On my own
I'm not whole
Can't believe
She can't see
That she's taken the best part of me
[Chorus:]
I'm half a man with half a heart
With naothing left to tear apart
Half of me is walking 'round
The other half is on the ground
She mends me
What's to see I had it all in front of me
It's all on me
All in the name of vanity
There she goes and I know
On my own
I'm not whole
Can't believe
She can't see
That she's taken the best part of me
[Repeat Chorus]
Tell me where I am
nothing else can replace her
how do i go on the way I am
[Repeat Chorus]
song performed by by Marc Anthony from Mended
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0168Letter to a Troubled Youngster
you come from a family that –
well, I’ve known better and,
I’ve certainly known worse..
but all you want right now
is to get right away from them,
live your own life, make
your own mistakes.. and
half of you is looking forward to
doing just that, and
half of you’s not sure..
OK so far? I’m trying to be fair…
now here are some sketches of
what life may hold:
there’s the random, no-plan plan –
life happens; no plan, no control;
or there’s the existentialist view:
I make my own life, I’m in control,
and then I live it; that’s it,
I’m strong.
or there’s the Indian view:
that in some timeless way
which may be, how you played it
in a previous life; or right now, as outside time;
you’ve set yourself this scenario which
you’ve got another chance, now,
to improve, resolve, in order to..
live fully? be your own real self?
be happy? help the world? ..
fill this one in yourself
or there’s the view that God,
the gods, the Fates (fill this one in, too
or leave it blank for later) , anyway
Someone Up There or
Someone In Here
has – as the Stoics believed –
set your life as a series of
lessons to be learned. The right answers
that you may or may not have got right
may or may not be at the back of the book
but with a bit of luck, you’ll have a pretty clear idea
with this in mind, of how it’s going
But whichever, the great thing is –
treat all the hurdles as
challenges to overcome; even,
if you’re that strong, look forward every day
to what may happen; and when it does,
be glad, whether it seems ‘good’ or ‘bad’,
give it your full and glad acceptance, ’cos
that’s how it’s going to be, anyways..and
you may learn more that way
and have a lot of fun in the sense
of freedom, that this view will, shall, bring
and sorry if all this is trite.. it’s the best that
I can do; have sometimes done;
and no, I haven’t always followed
my own advice..
so enjoy, and good luck.. for, who knows,
it may not be just luck
poem by Michael Shepherd
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One Good Reason
Give me one good reason
That I should care
Give me one good reason
And Ill be there
Like a thief youve stolen
Like rain on a grave
Like a priest whos spoken
But failed to save
Now the air is empty
And the ground the same
Love has gone to be buried
Beside my name
Give me one good reason
That I should care
Give me one good reason
And Ill be there
Why couldnt you have told me
About your liars kiss
I cant believe youd leave me
At a time like this
And the wind is howling
And its a dying dream
And my faith is silent
While my doubts scream
Give me one good reason
That I should care
Give me one good reason
And Ill be there
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
That I should care
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
That I should care
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
Give me one good reason
That I should care
song performed by by Eagle Eye Cherry
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The Increase Of Its Popularity
The one thing about ignorance,
That is beginning to make sense...
To those advocating their prinicples,
And beliefs with enforced implementation...
Is the acceptance of ignorance everywhere.
Spreading to eliminate the thought of its existence.
Leaving the many who had perceived ignorance to be,
As appalling and offensive to become today outnumbered.
Making the appearance of ignorance the choice preferred.
That satisfies both purpose and taste,
Without need for debate to question.
With few left to argue the increase of its popularity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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