Nothing can be pleasing which is not also becoming.
quote by Quintilian
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Thin Line
I thought the time was passed when I could
Find beauty in a birds
I set the stage and the scenery
Rehearsing every word
Yeah but when I tried to make it more
Well it was always less
And its a thin line between pleasing yourself
And pleasing somebody else
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
All right
With my confidence on fire
I set to fixin up my roles
My separation of desires
Just left me deeper down in the hole
Yeah when I tried to make it more
Well it was always less
And its a thin line between pleasing yourself
And pleasing somebody else
Yeah and when I tried to make it more
Well it was always less
Its a thin line between pleasing yourself
And pleasing somebody else
Now Im tryin to get back
To what I know that I should be
Hoping to God that I was just
A temporary absentee
Yeah when I tried to make it more
Well it was always less
Its a thin line between pleasing yourself
And pleasing somebody else
Yeah when I tried to make it more
Well it was always less
And its a thin line between pleasing yourself
And pleasing somebody else
Somebody else oh yeah
Oh yeah
All right
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Befitting pair
He is a brave man;
He utters brave words,
Makes brave promises
And breaks them bravely.
She is a pleasing woman.
She speaks pleasing words,
Assures pleasing events
And excuses herself pleasingly.
Both suit each other.
24.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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St. Louis' Apartment
Your love is like a pleasing aroma around me,
And like a pavement made of sapphire;
So burn the meat on the wood with the fire of love!
And come up in the morning to Mount Sinai.
Up there you will meet St. Louis' Apartment with love,
For love and life gathers with the sunshine around me;
And every dawn is like a new life and a blissful day,
But the beautiful signs are always around my bed.
Come to me with the pleasing aroma of love,
For my donkey will not rest like your monkey!
And like the sweet bed of roses to sleep on at last,
For your love is a pleasing aroma around me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Your Sacrifice
'He does not need our sacrifices,
He asks for our selves.'
Thomas Merton, No Man is an Island
Your sacrifice is like
the breath
of the sparrow
in the roiling storm.
It is not needed
but pleasing in its
simplicity.
When you peel away
your small, feathered
soul, when
you stretch your thin
lungs to sing
your song of self-
immolation,
remember that
it is not necessary,
no, not at all,
but still pleasing in
your purity of
tone.
poem by Steven Federle
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Your position
To me,
Some are nothing,
Some are pleasing,
Some are tempting
But only you,
Who’re intoxicating.
You are
To many, nothing,
To some, pleasing,
To a few, disturbing
But only to me,
You’re maddening.
To you
Many are nothing,
Some are interesting,
A few are inspiring
But only I,
Who am disturbing.
It is not your fault;
It is my vulnerability.
It is not my fault:
It is your magnetizing.
Let fate be put to be at fault.
05.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pleasing The Body
in pleasing the body
you imply that the soul cries,
what choice do i have
when this body dies?
in pleasing the soul
the body must suffer?
tell me how to please both
please hand me the broth.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pleaser
I'm constantly pleasing everyone but me.
I'm sick of being so unhappy.
I can't do this any longer.
I feel like going under.
I smile when I'm really upset.
I run when out of breath.
I constantly try and make people happy.
But never even think about me.
I don't know why.
All I do alone is cry.
I'm constantly Pleasing everyone but me.
I'm sick of being so unhappy.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Love
Whilst tracing thy visage I sink in emotion,
For no other damsel so wond'rous I see;
Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing,
I think of no other, my true-love, but thee.
With heart-burning rapture I gaze on thy beauty,
And fly like a bird to the boughs of a tree;
Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing,
I fancy no other, my true-love, but thee.
Thus oft in the valley I think, and I wonder
Why cannot a maid with her lover agree?
Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing,
I pine for no other, my true-love, but thee.
I'd fly from thy frowns with a heart full of sorrow--
Return, pretty damsel, and smile thou on me;
By every endeavor, I'll try thee forever,
And languish until I am fancied by thee.
poem by George Moses Horton
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Astronomer
One metre is a distance to stay when sick,
He who lived a long time ago is too neurotic.
He who loved a fine day is paying some note
To the gates threatening to open and devote
Their time in keeping with lovely customers
Who laugh and describe a year of astronomers.
They artfully gaze at the sky at darkness,
Pleasing me, pleasing the rest of saintliness.
I deceive a sky full of stars, and it deceives me,
We promote goodness in the hemispheres, and then see.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sonnet IV. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time!
How many bards gild the lapses of time!
A few of them have ever been the food
Of my delighted fancy,—I could brood
Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime:
And often, when I sit me down to rhyme,
These will in throngs before my mind intrude:
But no confusion, no disturbance rude
Do they occasion; 'tis a pleasing chime.
So the unnumbered sounds that evening store;
The songs of birds—the whispering of the leaves—
The voice of waters—the great bell that heaves
With solemn sound,—and thousand others more,
That distance of recognizance bereaves,
Makes pleasing music, and not wild uproar.
poem by John Keats
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A Pleasing Aroma
Your love is a pleasing aroma to my heart and,
Your sweet words send me straight to bed;
But the water increased to lift up my body.
Of the voice of harpers and pippers,
Of the voice of trumpets and musicians,
And to be rich by your sweet love;
For life is like an erudite glance of a sultry dream.
You are so beautiful tonight beside me and,
Your love is a pleasing aroma to my heart;
And days without you is like a dead river.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Similar Worlds
The world married to another world,
Pleasing us with its thoughts always.
May it be forbidden to slaughter someone else,
Placing blame on others for their own misdeeds.
Heaven created a slaughter to be known widely
And then the slaughter was not known widely,
Instead there was no slaughter.
For it was the world that held slaughter in its own hands,
Worsening ties with some people elsewhere.
A shining new working planet evolved
And flew one way and only a way that was an orbit,
For it was not a flat world, but round,
Like the balls it contained of spherical shape
Most pleasing to the sight.
Each world was a majestic creation
And these worlds were similar.
poem by Naveed Akram
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How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time!
How many bards gild the lapses of time!
A few of them have ever been the food
Of my delighted fancy,—I could brood
Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime:
And often, when I sit me down to rhyme,
These will in throngs before my mind intrude:
But no confusion, no disturbance rude
Do they occasion; 'tis a pleasing chime.
So the unnumbered sounds that evening store;
The songs of birds—the whispering of the leaves—
The voice of waters—the great bell that heaves
With solemn sound,—and thousand others more,
That distance of recognizance bereaves,
Makes pleasing music, and not wild uproar.
poem by John Keats
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To His Lute
My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow
With thy green mother in some shady grove,
When immelodious winds but made thee move,
And birds their ramage did on thee bestow.
Since that dear Voice which did thy sounds approve,
Which wont in such harmonious strains to flow,
Is reft from Earth to tune those spheres above,
What art thou but a harbinger of woe?
Thy pleasing notes be pleasing notes no more,
But orphans' wailings to the fainting ear;
Each stroke a sigh, each sound draws forth a tear;
For which be silent as in woods before:
Or if that any hand to touch thee deign,
Like widowed turtle, still her loss complain.
poem by William Henry Drummond
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Ecclesiastes Of A Youth: Part 2
II:
Surely I’m sinful since I was born,
Vile from the very time of mybirth
From that time, I’ve missed the *mark of God,
Have fallen short of His righteousness!
So again I spoke to the Father,
“Curse ev’rything that my heart’s proud of
. if it cannot please You, O Father!
Let all my knowledge from me be off
. if they cannot please You, O Father!
Curse all my success to be worthless
. if I am not pleasing you, Father!
Let my self strengths to me be curses
. if am not pleasing You, Father!
Let all my pride became shame to me
. if I can’t make You smile, O Father!
Let all my golds be curses to me
. if I can’t make You smile, O Father!
Let all my laughter turn to sorrow
. if I can’t learn to please You, Father!
Let all my rejoices be hollow
. if I can’t learn to please You, Father! '
***
*refers to the standard of God regarding holiness
poem by Yehoshua ben Peleh Shimy'onay
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I Can Hear You Calling
(myles goodwyn/jim clench)
Published by summerlea music, ltd. - bmi
Night time is the time you choose
Flight time with nothing to lose
A lifetime of pain and abuse
I've got to wake up, lord i got to wake up
I see your eyes grow holes, i feel your heart grow cold
Please let me turn away, i can't face another day
I can hear you callin' me, like you did before
I was talkin' like a man insane, but i'd scream for more
I can feel you pleasing me, i can't take any more
I can feel you're sent this time to drag me down
And later on, will you want my soul
I'm so afraid that i'll lose control
I'll settle down, i just need some rest
Come on sugar, now do your best
My time has come at last, all my bridges are burning fast
Time has come for me to choose, little to win, but plenty to lose
I believed in you, you see, now with only you and me
Who was right, and who was wrong
I was lost and you were all alone
I see your eyes grow holes, i feel your heart grow cold
Please let me turn away, i can't face another day
I can hear you callin' me, like you did before
I was talkin' like a man insane, but i'd scream for more
I can feel you pleasing me, i can't take any more
I can feel you're sent this time to drag me down
I can hear you callin' me, like you did before
I was talkin' like a man insane, but i'd scream for more
I can feel you pleasing me, i can't take any more
song performed by by April Wine
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Foolish Pleasure
Pleasing the body is quite a feat.
It's life's biggest quest.
Pleasing the soul is a bigger feat
for the soul knows you best.
You cannot hide the crimson blush.
It's the body's tell-tale sign.
You cannot see the heartened rush
for the soul's pleasure is devine.
It's beyond the pleaure the body feels
for the body is a fickle fool.
But the pleasure of the soul is lasting.
It follows every rule.
But oh that foolish pleasure
that makes us who we are
seems so stong.It is hard to stop.
It's end is way too far,
far from realitry, close to insanity
and still the body is bold.
Some say it's foolish. I say no
for the pleasure undoes the cold.
The soul abides and patiently waits
and knows the time will come
when foolish pleasure is temporary
for the body will succumb.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Uh-Uh
No need to tell me you don't understand.
Uh-uh...
I'm not the kind to seek a rhyme or reason.
No!
Don't snap your fingers and from me demand.
Uh-uh...
To have me do
What you want.
Just to be pleasing you.
I am no monkey in a zoo!
Uh-uh,
I'm told you talk about me with your friends.
Uh-uh...
What makes you think I have armored feelings?
So,
There are some things about you I can't stand.
Uh-huh...
You like the kind,
To be backstabbing people like you,
I may be weak but not a fool!
Oh...
No need to tell me you don't understand.
Uh-uh...
I'm not the kind to seek a rhyme or reason.
No!
Don't snap your fingers and from me demand.
Uh-uh...
To have me do,
What you want!
Just to be pleasing you...
I am no monkey in a zoo!
Too many folks like you,
Don't appreciate.
Or affiliate,
With what is good!
You think you are the world.
And others should
Accept you as their precious diamond!
Wishing to touch you,
As they stand in line!
Oh, uh-uh!
I'm told you talk about me with your friends.
Uh-uh...
What makes you think I have armored feelings?
So,
There are some things about you I just can't stand.
Uh-huh...
You like the kind,
To be backstabbing people like you,
I may be weak but not a fool!
Don't snap your fingers and from me demand!
Uh-uh...
To have me do
What you want.
Just to be pleasing you.
I ain't no monkey in a zoo!
Oh, uh-uh...
I may be weak but not a fool!
I'm through!
My time is not all about you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can Hear You Callin
(myles goodwyn/jim clench)
Published by summerlea music, ltd. - bmi
Night time is the time you choose
Flight time with nothing to lose
A lifetime of pain and abuse
Ive got to wake up, lord I got to wake up
I see your eyes grow holes, I feel your heart grow cold
Please let me turn away, I cant face another day
I can hear you callin me, like you did before
I was talkin like a man insane, but Id scream for more
I can feel you pleasing me, I cant take any more
I can feel youre sent this time to drag me down
And later on, will you want my soul
Im so afraid that Ill lose control
Ill settle down, I just need some rest
Come on sugar, now do your best
My time has come at last, all my bridges are burning fast
Time has come for me to choose, little to win, but plenty to lose
I believed in you, you see, now with only you and me
Who was right, and who was wrong
I was lost and you were all alone
I see your eyes grow holes, I feel your heart grow cold
Please let me turn away, I cant face another day
I can hear you callin me, like you did before
I was talkin like a man insane, but Id scream for more
I can feel you pleasing me, I cant take any more
I can feel youre sent this time to drag me down
I can hear you callin me, like you did before
I was talkin like a man insane, but Id scream for more
I can feel you pleasing me, I cant take any more
song performed by by April Wine
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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