Givers have to set limits because takers rarely do.
Irma Kurtz in Cosmopolitan Magazine (September 2003)
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Givers have to set limits because takers rarely do.
quote by Irma Kurtz
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Givers Takers
life is full of givers
stealers of life takers...
givers give to all races
takers take leave empty spaces...
it is impossible to give to compulsive takers
takers never satisfied with deleting happy faces...
life is full of givers
givers give to all races...
stealers of life takers
takers take leave empty spaces...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My father said there were two kinds of people in the world: givers and takers. The takers may eat better, but the givers sleep better.
quote by Marlo Thomas
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Givers And Takers
There are givers
There are takers
A takers joy lasts
As long as what has been taken
But a givers joy can last a lifetime!
poem by David Kush
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Life's Joys
There are givers
And there are takers
A takers joy only last as long as what has been taken
But a givers joy can last a life time
poem by David Kush
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As my dad said, you have an obligation to leave the world better than how you found it. And he also reminded us to be givers in this life, and not takers.
quote by Phil Crane
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In These Days of The Takers
Why is it,
That 'some' people...
Can accept hospitality from others.
Wine and dine at their expense.
Yet thoughtless about time that is spent.
And have no regard,
For those who do the hosting?
Or 'show' hints of appreciation.
Why is it,
'Some' people...
Believe it is okay to dropp by unannounce.
Pronounce themselves as being grateful.
And turn around and cuss those out!
Those that had just opened the door to their house?
Even a mouse tries to hide,
From a surprising unexpected appearance.
Showing more 'class' than these folks do!
These chapters lived,
And depicting those who are givers...
Seem to be more common,
In these days of the takers who fake integrity.
In these days of the takers,
Who consume without remorse.
Choose to leave behind disrespect...
And reasons FROM THEM,
Many have chosen to divorce.
And of course,
Those who have been defamed without shame...
Are blamed for not being further used!
With a debasing done by the ones who slander.
In these days of the takers,
Expectations they have are quite high!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Reaction
What do we want, we are going to be the winners or the losers?
And who do we hear, do we listen to the beggars or the choosers?
Were getting no reaction
We havent heard a word
Youre almost (but not quite)
More than we deserve
So what do we want, are we going to be the does or the talkers?
And where do we go, can we separate the runners from the walkers?
So what do we do, do we want to be the givers or the takers?
And who do we hear, do we listen to the movers or the makers?
So so what do we want, who do we hear?
Where do we go and what can we do?
And what would you say if it was all up to you?
(hirst/moginie/rotsey)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Corruption
A pretty girl entices all,
Traps them in her beauty,
In no time in love they fall,
Forgetting their way and duty.
They commit sin, but at last find,
The cruel witch has made them blind.
Their sin’s made them paralysed,
They can’t work without bribe,
Plight of every field is realised,
Takers of it are givers too, scribe,
This epidemic is increasing day by day,
It may end if whole system is changed someday
poem by Mohammad Muzzammil
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The one we keep pitching and there are no takers is The Fabulous Baker Boys Go To Hawaii. There don't seem to be any takers on that one!
quote by Beau Bridges
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The Givers
Snip it.
What complaint would you have,
IF you had a heart that gave?
Quit it?
You are just part of this experience,
Life!
It is not about you or your whims!
The givers receive no attention at all.
And there you are falling down with tantrums!
Going ignored are your calls.
Snip it quick.
Shut your lips.
No tree grows from a branch.
When a leaf is released from it,
It dies, to wither and rust from its visit.
Connected are we all to this,
Life!
All your needs could be met...
IF your greed did not set things,
Off balance.
With needs you only feed.
One day you will learn,
All your suffering has been well earned...
By you!
Feeling screwed by the things you do?
You wouldn't feel this way,
IF you lived each day to 'give'!
You look for ways to take, use and squander!
That's why you wonder and wander...
Seeking to reap from life what is good!
What have you done?
Are you looking for ways to give to anyone?
Or are you here just to take?
Well...
Take this!
Shut your lips,
And learn what it is to give!
And all that this life is,
Can be yours.
You will receive what is deserved.
The givers serve without a mumbling word!
And all that is heard from you...
Are offers to undo what is done.
Takers get back,
That which has been given...
And comes to them in abundance!
A rusting of a nothingness achieved.
Leaving them with the results,
Of their selfish and hoarded greed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Demographics had established,
The success and conditions...
Of a targeted marketing.
To direct effective hype,
Among those selected to be chosen.
Those days have faded away,
From the land of steady habits.
And drift as nomads depleted of funds,
Are those unable to repay for a credited feasting done.
And elimination of debits wished,
Increase and do not leave.
So those rush away in the kicking up of dust...
With tears from their eyes drippimg as they weep.
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Those enforced to be meek and weak,
Are solicited to exhaust their kept treasures.
In the hopes of prolonging,
The ones addicted to feeding themselves selfishly.
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Conditions for optimistic change gone ignored has past.
This can not be restored to those celebrating,
In the hopes to inflict upon others their will.
Closed are those doors.
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The ones found designing deceitful traps,
Have become entrapped.
Their ways have not a dividend saved...
For them to expect a profit that is returned.
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Within their own borders...
They become crazed!
Diminished to limits.
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But a tired retreading,
Just wont allow that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Limits
One life - never been a riddle
Black nights - live it to the max
Its all extremely done
No way - to colonise the middle
Ride hard - desperadoes at your back
Under a blood red sun
In this world - up to us
We stand or we fall - yeah
We got no limits - no hideaway
We got no limits - live today
We got no limits - the way to stay
We got no limits - no limits all the way
Gear up - life is what we make it
Rock hard - shaft it to the top
Weve only just begun
Suns up - were gonna do some shakin
Break out - we give it all we got
Make way cause here we come
In this world we decide
To answer the call - yeah
We got no limits, ...
Power n riches n rank
Mean nothing at all
Render the game to the en
Once and for all - once and for all - yeah
We got no limits, ...
We got no limits - no hideaway
We got no limits - live today
We got no limits - the way to stay
We got no limits
Evrybody live the life
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Jean Once So Lovely
The frost withers the fields
Her hippocampus shrunken
Amygdales filled with fear
Wrinkles in the mirror
Extra makeup
Internet chatter
Confidence gone
She tries the newest anti-depressant
Afraid of times determination
She embraces self pity
Waits for a bus that’s left
Silent screams for love
She loves no one
Take every ones attention like a thief
Only givers thrive in hard times
Takers suck the air out of the room
Her poetry sighs like dead flowers
Who will take this burden of freedom?
Panic attacks
She shows her sores to every stranger
Jean once so lovely
Now like a scarecrow amidst the crows
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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To The Limits
to the limits...
of understanding,
and knowledge.
of power, and pride.
of caring, and involvement;
of hope and desire...
to the limits...
of skies and stars
and worlds unexplored.
of body, and soul,
of reach and touch;
of truth and comprehension....
to the limits...
of right and wrong,
of shadow and form....
of life and death,
of tears and laughter;
to the limits....
and one step beyond!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Donkey is a beauty
You said that the donkey
Is an object of beauty.
The whole establishment
Might be against that view.
The whole beauticians
Might rise against you with rage.
You might not be adept
In valid arguments.
Yet you are right in your view
With a right to hold your view.
Atheists are as much right
As theists are in their views.
They propagate their views
For supports and applauses.
Donkeys have takers.
Horses have takers.
Neither is superior.
16.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I believe that all poetry is formal in that it exists within limits, limits that are either inherited by tradition or limits that language itself imposes.
quote by Mark Strand
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Walk Your Own Road
Theres doers and donters and I wills and wontersd
And them, that dont even try
Givers and takers, movers and shakers
And them that are just passing by
Skidrows and winos and some folks that I know
That dont do like I think they should
I thought they were livin their lifes all wrong
Long, before I understood
We all have to walk our own road
We cant always go where were told
In the end where itll end up - the lord only knows
But we all have to walk our own road
Ive had some good times and Ive had a good life
And Ive had things goin my way
Ive walked the highground and treasures that Ive found
An women who brightened my day
Then there were times I was caught in the crosswinds
With life - goin round and around
Like a ship with no sail I was caught in a gale
Til I finly just ran it a-ground
song performed by by Randy Travis
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With A Motive Not To Be Provoked
There are people with a motive,
To be...
Left alone.
And many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.
And there are people more devoted,
To keep their peace condoned.
And many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.
To get away from all the alibis.
And those who live their lives making up lies.
With so many to this committed.
As if there's benefit in it.
To change what they say in a minute.
This limits and this diminishes.
This limits and this diminishes.
People have a motive,
To be...
Alone!
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
To get away from all the alibis.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
And those who live their lives making up lies.
To change what they say in a minute.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
There are people with a motive,
To be...
Left alone.
And many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
Doing this free without limits.
Doing this free without limits.
There are people with a motive,
To be...
Left alone.
And many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.
And doing this free without limits.
Doing this free without limits.
With a motive not to be provoked!
And...
Many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.
And doing this free without limits.
Doing this free without limits.
With a motive not to be provoked!
And...
Many are to this committed.
And...
Doing this free without limits.
And...
With a motive not to be provoked!
And...
Many are to this committed.
And...
Doing this free without limits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hands And Fingers
Palms of hands
Tips of fingers
Takers and givers
Touchers and squeezers
Beckoners…pointers
Caressers and holders
Massagers…anointers
Pleasurers and pleasers
Punchers and pokers
Wavers And patters
Signers of letters
Scriveners of prose
Holders…lifters
Sea-side sand sifters
Flails…cradles
Scratchers of nose
Bowls and ladles
Shovels and buckets
Our Hands and fingers…
Are all of those
Withered…chubby
Always within reach
Long, short or grubby
And we have not one, but two
Miraculous, duplicitous
Grasping…solicitous
Sensuous tools
Dangerous weapons too
Players of instrument …Writers of tune….
and lets not forget…
they help keep our arms…
From ending too soon
poem by David Whalen
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