Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it.
quote by Maya Angelou
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Liking
There are several types of "liking"
Liking because directed to like
Liking because choosing to like
Liking and still doesn't know why could like
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Strong Hands That Touched Four Breasts....
alright, it is just a matter of liking that i like to be with you.
beyond that, what it is?
it is but a liking to be with you, but
no, in this real world, liking is not hard like a commitment,
words sometimes do not tally with actions.
she says, the house where you live does not tally with the address that you have written.
She is absolutely misled.
he says, this is just being me. To survive the hassle,
I must lie.
and you who is so sweet like a pink rose, so gladly embraced it,
like my strong hands to your four breasts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Liking one person is an extra reason for liking another.
quote by E.M. Forster
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Now I worry. If people ended up liking me, did I do the job wrong? So I decided they didn't end up liking me - they ended up being able to deal with me.
quote by Daniel Okrent
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She Just Started Liking Cheatin' Songs
She just started liking cheatin songs
And what's bothering me
I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
Or just the melody
I've never had any reason to doubt her
As far as I know she's been true
But lately she's had a different look in her eyes
I wonder if she's seein somebody new
You can't blame a body for lookin
When there's a world of people out there
But I hope that she's not takin any closer looks
I tell ya lately frankly I've been scared
Cause she just started liking cheatin' songs
And what's bothering me
I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
Or just the melody
I've got to admit I do some looking too
But she's the only one I love
She still tells me she loves me
But I wonder if my love's enough
Cause she just started liking cheatin' songs
And what's bothering me
I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
Or just the melody
Yeah she just started liking cheatin' songs
And what's bothering me
I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
Or just the melody
Yeah I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
Or just the melody
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Liking Life
One is life’s one, one of the celebrations,
Until the treachery has been committed;
Let informed opinion be made to untie
And then cutting happens due to oldness.
My stopping is to undo and relax
Like opening and closing, fully informed.
Begin now that I walked a hundred miles,
To believe is a sinful endeavour if evil beliefs.
One finds a truthful statement after death
Of another, liking the opposites is liking.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Success is getting what you want. Happiness is liking what you get.
quote by H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
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Off the Record as amended to be removed upon request later
me too
i do not know who Adria Moya is
or was
or be, as she claims to be
she says she is alive
(how sweet)
but she is not liking my liking her
at 67
and me at 76,
(oops my nose is stretching)
it is not that bad
i can still manage
i am a
Doctor of Loss
it may be unethical to ask a Lady
her age
but i think
i need to know her real name, if she obliges
and from what university did she earn
her
Ph.D. in Stalkery?
I had mine at the University of Loss Vegos.
(ha ha ha, just a joke for the night in your place, Adria
it is noontime in mine)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nothing Missed
Where is that 'was' we once had...
Then left behind.
That 'was' that does not exist for us,
Now.
And has not been touched for years.
I often wonder what had happen to that love.
We then couldn't resist to reveal it quick,
The moment we stripped and appeared naked...
With promises never to leave lips locked tenderly.
But today we seem to enjoy separate dreams.
I never thought I would live my life alone.
To come to liking it,
Just as it is.
Without the moods and unexpected tears.
I never thought I would live my life alone.
To come to liking it,
And condoning a reminiscing.
But confessing nothing is missed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At Seventeen
You were a child, and liked me, yesterday.
To-day you are a woman, and perhaps
Those softer eyes betoken the sweet lapse
Of liking into loving: who shall say?
Only I know that there can be for us
No liking more, nor any kisses now,
But they shall wake sweet shame upon your brow
Sweetly, or in a rose calamitous.
Trembling upon the verge of some new dawn
You stand, as if awakened out of sleep,
And it is I who cried to you, 'Arise!'
I who would fain call back the child that's gone,
And what you lost for me would have you keep,
Fearing to meet the woman of your eyes.
poem by Arthur Symons
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Dont Beat Me Down
When he was a man, my father would stand
I never saw him run
There wasnt anyone could make the man bend
And the strength of his will was the tool of his trade
And he did his work well
Till the powers that be took a liking to him
And they traded his body for a cold empty shell
Dont beat me down
Dont beat me down
Ive got something to say
Dont you stand in my way
And dont beat me down
When I was a youth, I found the truth
In the eyes of a friend
There wasnt anyone could make the light dim
And we talked and we rambled and we gambled to win
And the learning was good
Till the powers that be to a liking to him
And they traded their fortunes for the sight of his blood
When I was a child my mother smiled
At the cradle she bought
For the little tot she held to her breast
And the song that she sang was an anthem to love
It was all that I heard
Till the powers that be took a liking to me
And they told me that love was a four-letter word
Dont beat me down
Dont beat me down
Ive got one life to live
And thats all I can give
So dont beat me down
Now Ive got a place, got a worried face
And the question in mind
Please let me find a reason somehow
Why some reap the harvest while other men die
And the joker runs wild
And if powers that be take a liking to us
Then we all must return to the ways of a child
We all must return to the ways of a child
So dont beat me down
Dont beat me down
Ive got something to say
Dont you stand in my way
And dont beat me down
Ive got one life to life
And thats all I can give
So dont beat me down
Dont beat me down
Dont beat me down
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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A Chapter
All have chapters in this life. Since the birth a story started to be written about people present. Our link starts to be with others who were mostly strangers to us. A liking starts to be and that liking even turns into love. This special feeling starts to be realized and when the person whom we love leaves us then it happens to be end of joyful feeling. Tears fill the life in a very cruel manner. This feeling pains and nothing is known anymore. This forms a chapter of love and life, which is painful.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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to the Diaspora
you did not know you were Afrika
When you set out for Afrika
you did not know you were going.
Because
you did not know you were Afrika.
You did not know the Black continent
that had to be reached
was you.
I could not have told you then that some sun
would come,
somewhere over the road,
would come evoking the diamonds
of you, the Black continent--
somewhere over the road.
You would not have believed my mouth.
When I told you, meeting you somewhere close
to the heat and youth of the road,
liking my loyalty, liking belief,
you smiled and you thanked me but very little believed me.
Here is some sun. Some.
Now off into the places rough to reach.
Though dry, though drowsy, all unwillingly a-wobble,
into the dissonant and dangerous crescendo.
Your work, that was done, to be done to be done to be done.
poem by Gwendolyn Brooks
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Love is a fire whose flame doth burn unseen
Love is a fire whose flame doth burn unseen
A wound whose aching smart we do not feel;
Contentment discontent with its own weal;
A teasing pain, though neither deep nor keen:
It is not liking more than liking e'en;
Wandering alone 'midst crowds that seem unreal;
Not to content one's self with Heaven's own seal;
A care that only gain by loss doth mean:
'Tis to be captured with one's own consent;
The victor to the vanquished here must serve;
Keep faith with one who on our death is bent:
How can its fickle favour e'er preserve
In human hearts consistence of intent,
Since to itself contrarious Love doth swerve?
poem by Luís de Camões from Sonnets (1595), translated by Collard J. Stock
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Ball And Chain
Come on, come on
Get on your dress and put on a smile
Lets lose this place and get out awhile, awhile, awhile
You don't need nothin' fancy
Just a whole lot of attitude
I'll be your man now baby
If you're doing what I want you to do
I keep on tellin' ya
Chorus:
She's my ball and chain
My lock and key
And I'm liking it baby
She's my ball and chain
My lock and key
And I'm liking it good
I'll t-t-t-tell ya
Momma always said
There was plenty of fish in the sea
So I baited my hook but good
And caught one for me, just for me
She'll set you up with her body
And then knock you out with charm
She's just a little too nasty baby
But that never did me no harm, no
I keep on telling ya
Chorus
And she'll always be wrapped tight around me
I t-t-t-tell ya
song performed by by Poison
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Getting what you go after is called success, but liking it while you are getting it is called happiness.
If Ever I Be A Teacher
If ever in my life
I'll be able
To be a teacher
On behalf my worth
Behalf mine own talents
That's my first liking
My best amusement
I shall try
To find it out
The heartly emotions
The brain-wave motions
Of students
As what they like
To be in their life
What's their own desire
What's their liking shire
I'll try my best affair
To shape them well
To their long'd sphere.
Now, how shalt I build my fortune
Depends upon mine own adventures.
Yet I, forever, my best shall play
Their best Fortune
To clasp day by day.
For everywhere-
Mine eyes do witness
The disappointed ones
With burden'd thoughts
They look before and after
To have a breath
In the sphere of freedom
But all is to bear
What they cant
Beliwered, doubtful and all confused
By the end at final reckoning
They come across
But what is Nothing.
Vivek Tiwari
09/11/2005
poem by Vivek Tiwari
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Ball & Chain
Come on, come on
Get on your dress and put on a smile
Lets lose this place
And get out awhile, awhile, awhile
You dont need nothin fancy
Just a whole lot of attitude
Ill be your man now baby
If youre doing what I want you to do
I keep on tellin ya
Chorus:
Shes my ball and chain
My lock and key
And Im liking it baby
Shes my ball and chain
My lock and key
And Im liking it good
Ill t-t-t-tell ya
Momma always said
There was plenty of fish in the sea
So I baited my hook but good
And caught one for me, just for me
Shell set you up with her body
And then knock you out with charm
Shes just a little too nasty baby
But that never did me no harm, no
I keep on telling ya
Chorus
And shell always be wrapped tight around me
I t-t-t-tell ya
song performed by by Poison
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Each man is led by his own liking.
quote by Virgil
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Freedom
A! Fredome is a noble thing!
Fredome mays man to haiff liking;
Fredome all solace to man giffis,
He levys at ese that frely levys!
A noble hart may haiff nane ese,
Na ellys nocht that may him plese,
Gyff fredome fail; for fre liking
Is yarnyt our all othir thing.
Na he that ay has levyt fre
May nocht knaw weill the propyrte,
The angyr, na the wretchyt dome
That is couplyt to foule thyrldome.
Bot gyff he had assayit it,
Than all perquer he suld it wyt;
And suld think fredome mar to prise
Than all the gold in warld that is.
Thus contrar thingis evirmar
Discoweryngis off the tothir ar.
poem by John Barbour
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