I prefer to be true to myself, even at the hazard of incurring the ridicule of others, rather than to be false, and to incur my own abhorrence.
quote by Frederick Douglass
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I prefer to be true to myself, even at the hazard of incurring the ridicule of others, rather than to be false, and to incur my own abhorrence.
quote by Frederick Douglass
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Do Not Believe
Do not believe
Anything true
This east west
This birth death
This eating putting
This going coming
Do not believe
Anything anything.
Do not believe
There is sky
Do not believe
Birds fly
Animals cry
Do not believe
This defeat victory
This land this country
Here and there
You are not free.
Do not believe
Anything true
And you are not false
In this burning rows
There is no distinction
True false
And it is true
And it is false.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false. A thing is not necessarily either true or false; it can be both true and false.
quote by Harold Pinter
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Devotees
Two kinda of devotees you know
True and false
True devotee is
More than you
You know
False devotee
Destroyed themselves
In due course.
Who is true and
Who is false
You know.
It is the degree of
Devotion and not
Its kind that matter.
You know better.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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To say
To say
I am yours
Is false
To say
I am with you
May be true
For the timebeing.
To say
I am your friend
Is a bare lie
To say
I am your enemy
May be true
Depending on situation.
To say
I am not yours
Is false
True is I am yours
Though you are
Not mine
And you are
With me
And so I am
Fine.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Possibilities
I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love's concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms' fairy tales to the newspapers' front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven't mentioned here
to many things I've also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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False is down loaded as true
History is necessarily false.
Biography is conveniently false.
Autobiography is selectively false.
Yet those are carried as true.
10.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To Be True and False
When one praises you in front, it’s false.
If one does it behind you, it is true
When a girl shows she loves you, it is true.
If she denies it to others, it’s false.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Not running
Not running well
Gap is there
entering very finely.
I am wandering
here and there
just like a kite
without any string.
False praise are
shoring on me
And you said all false
And I said false is true.
Henceforth detailed
discussion not necessary
for which I am worry.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Ride of Pain
The stairs of a pain are long when awoken by strangers,
To outshout is again a pain of suffering, of abhorrence;
Please wake and jog the intramuscular strength
To abhor our pages, be this all not boorish.
Narrating this is not good, a dwindling soul shall worry
Because the pain is bigger than any spurting fountain,
All microscopic complaints must be discarded.
Do drape the past with our solid fret,
Do barricade the simple history of the soul,
Your slight hazard is questioning,
To outshout your complaint is microscopic,
So the weakness has demanded a ride on a horse
Astraddle.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ridicule
Ridicule is to belittle one,
To make one laughable.
Critics, humorists, satirist
Jokers, sadists all do it.
Even one who fears none
Will fear being ridiculed.
Ridicule is the product of hatred.
24.09.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What Is
what is true
what is false
need to explain
and also
necessary to say
how to arrive
at the conclusion.
Here I am
in a house
that is sugarcoated
that is not mine
except me
who is there
to book ticket
not seen.
Is the sun rising
in the east?
Who is flying?
Are you seeker of truth?
See, no water
is there in the sea.
True or false
you are the
only person
to engulfed.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The truth of our faith becomes a matter of ridicule among the infidels if any Catholic, not gifted with the necessary scientific learning, presents as dogma what scientific scrutiny shows to be false.
quote by Thomas Aquinas
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The Candice Theory
something true is smooth
if false, it will be rough
so true love is as smooth as
tanduay rum
and false love is as rough
as sick skin
yet those who are not true
thrive well
and those who are true suffer
why my dear?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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God's Test Over Time
that which comes from God endures
that which comes from man perishes
this is the acid test of enduring time
Jesus said many false prophets
will come in my name and will
deceive many but test him true?
“And many false prophets will arise
and mislead many; ” Matthew 24: 11
“But among the people there were
also false prophets, just as there will
be false teachers among you. Under
false pretenses they will introduce
destructive heresies, even denying
the Master who bought them, and thus
bring on themselves swift destruction.” 2 Peter 2: 1
But will they come in his name?
And will they really deceive many?
And will people really believe in them?
“Then if anyone says to YOU, ‘Look!
‘There is the Christ, ’ or, ‘There! ’ do not
believe it. For false Christ's and false
prophets will arise and will give great signs
and wonders so as to mislead, if possible,
even the chosen ones” Matthew 24: 23-24
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Choices
i prefer smooth peanut butter
to crunchy
mind you
crunchy is all right
but i prefer smooth.
i prefer strawberry jam
to raspberry
mind you
raspberry is tasty
but it's got all those seeds
and i prefer strawberry.
i prefer mustard
to mayonaisse
mind you mayonaisse has it's place
amongst condiments
but is likely to go bad
if left out to long
and poison everyone
so on the whole i prefer mustard.
i prefer cooked meat
to raw meat
for much the same reason
as i prefer mustard to mayonaisse
although it also has to do
with the fact that i don't
like my meat to bleat
or moo or make chicken noises (BAGOCK!)
when i eat
so i tend to avoid the raw
though mind you
the meat that i prefer
may at some time have been raw.
i prefer not to say
why i think so
but i do
and i suppose it's all
just a matter of taste
so if you'd prefer to think so
then crunchy is better
than smooth
even if it does interfere
with the texture of the
peanut butter
and jelly (strawberry) sandwich
which ought to be somewhat
devoid of substance
merely a sticky sweet something
to fill your stomach
put mayonaisse on it
if you like
i'd prefer not to think about it.
poem by Laura Sewell
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No Memo From You Did I Receive
What would 'you' prefer?
That I pretend I am not a writer,
With an interest that is expressed.
Or would you prefer I stay within boundaries,
Your mind has restricted to your limitedness?
Or would you prefer,
I reflect more of what you suspect I should be?
And would your suspicions have their development,
Centered from your perceptions?
Either way,
No memo from you did I receive.
And I admit,
Guessing is not what I do best.
And the only tests I 'prefer' to pass,
Are my own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In a poem
In a poem
I encaged you
not true.
I make you
free not false.
It is joke
to grumble you.
Take it easy
as routine.
Life binds
timetable
not true.
I make you
free in poem
not false.
Take it granted
you are free
in this world
of tree
true.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Reason is the test of ridicule, not ridicule the test of truth.
quote by William Warburton
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Nothing Has Been Proved
(tennant / lowe)
Mandys in the papers cause she tried to go to spain
Shell soon be in the dock and in the papers once again
Vickis got her story about the mirror and the cane
It may be false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved
Stephens in his dressing-gown now, breakfasting alone
Too sick to eat, hes on his feet and to the telephone
The police inspector soothes him with his sympathetic tone
It may be false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved
In the house a resignation
Guilty faces, every one
Christines fallen out with lucky
Johnnys got a gun
Please please mes number one
(its a scandal! its a scandal! such a scandal!)
Now, stephens in the dock for spending money that was earned
By christine, and the prosecution says that money burned
A hole in stephens pocket, for expensive sins he yearned
It may be false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved
In the news the suicide note
In the court an empty space
Even mandys looking worried
Christines pale and drawn
Please please mes number one
(its a scandal! its a scandal! such a scandal!)
Last night he wrote these words to his friend:
Sorry about the mess
Im guilty til proved innocent
In the public eye and press
The funerals very quiet because all his friends have fled
They may be false, they may be true
Theyve all got better things to do
They may be false, they may be true
But nothing has been proved
Nothing
Nothing has been proved
Oh, nothing
Nothing
Oh, nothing
Nothing
Oh, nothing
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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