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Charles de Gaulle

Never relinquish the initiative.

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Giving Up To Give Away

You're just another who has run out of luck.
And living amongst the others,
Who have decided...
To throw their hands up!

You're just another one seen,
Not to be around them to strut.
With a chosen disposition,
As if to say, 'So what! , if I sit around on my butt.'

Who cares,
If initiative is not there?
Who cares,
If initiative is not there?
Who cares,
If initiative is not there?
With a bottled up...
Giving up!

Who cares,
If they're living in a danger?
Who cares,
About a pain feeling stranger?
Who cares,
If they're living in a danger?
With a bottled up...
Giving up!

You're just another who has run out of luck.
And living amongst the others,
Who have decided...
To throw their hands up!

And who cares,
If you're living in a danger.
Who cares,
About a pain feeling stranger.
Who cares,
If you're living in a danger?
With a bottled up...
Giving up!

Who cares,
If initiative is not there?
Who cares,
If initiative is not there?
Who cares,
If initiative is not there?
With a bottled up...
Giving up to give away!

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Humanitarian Sect

Be it overwhelmingly tall; or be it the shortest man
on this astronomically majestic Universe,

Be it preposterously obese; or be it a marvelously
perfect angel with gloriously sparkling body contours,

Be it robustly pink; or be it the most horrendously
ungainly looking man wandering on the trajectory of
this mesmerizing planet,

Be it an impeccable messiah; or be it the most
salaciously manipulative entity; entangled in a web of
commercially bizarre malice,

O! Yes; Be it any religion or even the most oblivious
of dialect; the color of blood running in everybody’s
veins was a poignant scarlet; so c’mon mates lets
relinquish baseless discrimination forever; and
immortally bond ourselves; in the everlastingly
priceless HUMANITARIAN SECT….

2….

Be it incomprehensibly penurious; or be it an organism
blessed with all the unfathomable embellishment of
this earth,

Be it immaculately white; or be it a human more
horrifically blacker than sordid charcoal in veritable
complexion,

Be it an insipidly inconspicuous laggard; or be it the
most stupendously fastest and euphoric man on this
boundless Universe,

Be it ominously infertile; or be it the most
articulately blossoming artist evolving insatiably
compassionate enigma; on every step that he blissfully
transgressed,

O! Yes; Be it any continent or even the most oblivious
of dialect; the color of blood running in everybody’s
veins was a poignant scarlet; so c’mon mates lets
relinquish baseless discrimination forever; and
immortally bond ourselves; in the everlastingly
priceless HUMANITARIAN SECT….

2…

Be it irrefutable Hindu; or be it a resolute

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Effort

It takes initiative.
Sometimes unrelenting...
To accomplish a task,
From the beginning to end.

And there are times,
What one has chosen to do...
May be too much loved,
To ever give up to walk away.

With motivation, purpose and direction,
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion...
May require dedication for the rest of one's life.
Depending on how deeply one is determined and affected.
No matter how easy or hard it may look,
From the outside looking in.

It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion.
With that set in motion,
Few people could careless how they are perceived.
Knowing blood, sweat and many tears,
May never be subjected to leave.

Oh yes...
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And with that set in motion,
In the heart of one devoted...
Few doing this could careless,
How they are perceived by the rest.
It takes an effort that will be tested.

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From The Time I Was Born

All of my life,
From the time I was born...
I was told,
From the time I was born...
Don't have initiative too bold.

And all of my life,
From the time I was born...
I found that wrong.
From the time I was born...
I had to be,
From the time I was born...
More than stong,
Bold all day long.

All of my life,
From the time I was born...
I was told,
From the time I was born...
Don't have initiative too bold.

And all of my life,
From the time I was born...
I found that wrong.
From the time I was born...
I had to be,
From the time I was born...
More than stong,
All day long...
And bold,
All of my life.

I was taught so early,
To feel real blessed.
And...
To watch the eyes on my back.
With no rest from taking a nap.

I was taught so early,
To feel real blessed.
And...
Not to ask for slack.
Or be slapped for lacking facts.
If I lived my life like that.

All of my life,
From the time I was born...
I was told,
From the time I was born...
Don't have initiative too bold.

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Initiative

If I choose not to be held accountable,
For your responsibilities.
With an announced committment.
I am not the one to accuse of neglect.
Especially if your own life,
You do not prioritize with respect.

If I am in no position,
To hold your hand and babysit.
You can make all the claims you wish,
To point out my arrogance and selfishness.

I am not here to defend against your opinions.
Nor am I addicted to expressed empathies to give.
I've been taught to get up off my knees from crawling.
And not wait for someone to convince me,
Of my abilities.
Taking initiative does not come easy.
Nor is motivation given,
To appease those lazy...
Who use excuses as they please.


NOTE:
'Thank you T'Ana (my great niece)
Who thanked her grandmother (my sister, Andrea)
Who thanked our mother, Edna...
Who instilled 'initiative' in us,
(my sisters Tammy, Lisa, and yes, Andrea and myself) '

Who says women aren't the backbone of families?
And who says a man can be a man without them,
instilling the meaning of 'initiative'.
~LSP~

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Kenneth Rexroth

As concentration and depersonalization increase in the dominant society, as the concentration of capital increases with the takeover of ever larger businesses by conglomerates and international corporations, as more and more local initiative is abandoned to the rule of the central State, and as computerization and automation narrow the role of human initiative in both labor and administration, life becomes ever more unreal, aimless, and empty of meaning for all but a tiny elite who still cling to the illusion they possess initiative. Action and reaction — thesis and antithesis — this state of affairs produces its opposite. All over the world we are witnessing an instinctive revolt against dehumanization.

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Shadow of pain

Relinquish from the shadow
Embracing the dark.
Silence of the night repatriate the day
Lust for love end in deranged.
Lust for darkness desolate insane.

Relinquish from the shadow
Desolate with pain.
Lust for the dark feeling disdain.
Droplets of the night splatting with stains.
How presumptuous of me,
Laying on the shadow of pain!

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The Feud: A Border Ballad

PLATE I
Rixa super mero

They sat by their wine in the tavern that night,
But not in good fellowship true :
The Rhenish was strong and the Burgundy bright,
And hotter the argument grew.

'I asked your consent when I first sought her hand,
Nor did you refuse to agree,
Tho' her father declared that the half of his land
Her dower at our wedding should be.'

'No dower shall be given (the brother replied)
With a maiden of beauty so rare,
Nor yet shall my father my birthright divide,
Our lands with a foeman to share.'

The knight stood erect in the midst of the hall,
And sterner his visage became,
'Now, shame and dishonour my 'scutcheon befall
If thus I relinquish my claim.'

The brother then drained a tall goblet of wine,
And fiercely this answer he made—
'Before like a coward my rights I resign
I'll claim an appeal to the blade.

'The passes at Yarrow are rugged and wide,
There meet me to-morrow alone ;
This quarrel we two with our swords will decide,
And one shall this folly atone.'

They've settled the time and they've settled the place,
They've paid for the wine and the ale,
They've bitten their gloves, and their steps they retrace
To their castles in Ettrick's Vale.


PLATE II
Morituri (te) salutant

Now, buckle my broadsword at my side
And saddle my trusty steed ;
And bid me adieu, my bonnie bride,
To Yarrow I go with speed.
'I've passed through many a bloody fray,
Unharmed in health or limb ;
Then why's your brow so sad this day
And your dark eye so dim ?'

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Courtship of Miles Standish, The

I
MILES STANDISH

In the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims
To and fro in a room of his simple and primitive dwelling,
Clad in doublet and hose, and boots of Cordovan leather,
Strode, with a martial air, Miles Standish the Puritan Captain.
Buried in thought he seemed, with his hands behind him, and pausing
Ever and anon to behold his glittering weapons of warfare,
Hanging in shining array along the walls of the chamber, --
Cutlass and corselet of steel, and his trusty sword of Damascus,
Curved at the point and inscribed with its mystical Arabic sentence,
While underneath, in a corner, were fowling-piece, musket, and matchlock.
Short of stature he was, but strongly built and athletic,
Broad in the shoulders, deep-chested, with muscles and sinews of iron;
Brown as a nut was his face, but his russet beard was already
Flaked with patches of snow, as hedges sometimes in November.
Near him was seated John Alden, his friend and household companion,
Writing with diligent speed at a table of pine by the window:
Fair-haired, azure-eyed, with delicate Saxon complexion,
Having the dew of his youth, and the beauty thereof, as the captives
Whom Saint Gregory saw, and exclaimed, "Not Angles, but Angels."
Youngest of all was he of the men who came in the Mayflower.

Suddenly breaking the silence, the diligent scribe interrupting,
Spake, in the pride of his heart, Miles Standish the Captain of Plymouth.
"Look at these arms," he said, "the war-like weapons that hang here
Burnished and bright and clean, as if for parade or inspection!
This is the sword of Damascus I fought with in Flanders; this breastplate,
Well I remember the day! once save my life in a skirmish;
Here in front you can see the very dint of the bullet
Fired point-blank at my heart by a Spanish arcabucero.
Had it not been of sheer steel, the forgotten bones of Miles Standish
Would at this moment be mould, in their grave in the Flemish morasses."
Thereupon answered John Alden, but looked not up from his writing:
"Truly the breath of the Lord hath slackened the speed of the bullet;
He in his mercy preserved you, to be our shield and our weapon!"
Still the Captain continued, unheeding the words of the stripling:
"See, how bright they are burnished, as if in an arsenal hanging;
That is because I have done it myself, and not left it to others.
Serve yourself, would you be well served, is an excellent adage;
So I take care of my arms, as you of your pens and your inkhorn.
Then, too, there are my soldiers, my great, invincible army,
Twelve men, all equipped, having each his rest and his matchlock,
Eighteen shillings a month, together with diet and pillage,
And, like Caesar, I know the name of each of my soldiers!"
This he said with a smile, that danced in his eyes, as the sunbeams
Dance on the waves of the sea, and vanish again in a moment.
Alden laughed as he wrote, and still the Captain continued:
"Look! you can see from this window my brazen howitzer planted

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Courtship of Miles Standish

I
MILES STANDISH

In the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims
To and fro in a room of his simple and primitive dwelling,
Clad in doublet and hose, and boots of Cordovan leather,
Strode, with a martial air, Miles Standish the Puritan Captain.
Buried in thought he seemed, with his hands behind him, and pausing
Ever and anon to behold his glittering weapons of warfare,
Hanging in shining array along the walls of the chamber, --
Cutlass and corselet of steel, and his trusty sword of Damascus,
Curved at the point and inscribed with its mystical Arabic sentence,
While underneath, in a corner, were fowling-piece, musket, and matchlock.
Short of stature he was, but strongly built and athletic,
Broad in the shoulders, deep-chested, with muscles and sinews of iron;
Brown as a nut was his face, but his russet beard was already
Flaked with patches of snow, as hedges sometimes in November.
Near him was seated John Alden, his friend and household companion,
Writing with diligent speed at a table of pine by the window:
Fair-haired, azure-eyed, with delicate Saxon complexion,
Having the dew of his youth, and the beauty thereof, as the captives
Whom Saint Gregory saw, and exclaimed, "Not Angles, but Angels."
Youngest of all was he of the men who came in the Mayflower.

Suddenly breaking the silence, the diligent scribe interrupting,
Spake, in the pride of his heart, Miles Standish the Captain of Plymouth.
"Look at these arms," he said, "the war-like weapons that hang here
Burnished and bright and clean, as if for parade or inspection!
This is the sword of Damascus I fought with in Flanders; this breastplate,
Well I remember the day! once save my life in a skirmish;
Here in front you can see the very dint of the bullet
Fired point-blank at my heart by a Spanish arcabucero.
Had it not been of sheer steel, the forgotten bones of Miles Standish
Would at this moment be mould, in their grave in the Flemish morasses."
Thereupon answered John Alden, but looked not up from his writing:
"Truly the breath of the Lord hath slackened the speed of the bullet;
He in his mercy preserved you, to be our shield and our weapon!"
Still the Captain continued, unheeding the words of the stripling:
"See, how bright they are burnished, as if in an arsenal hanging;
That is because I have done it myself, and not left it to others.
Serve yourself, would you be well served, is an excellent adage;
So I take care of my arms, as you of your pens and your inkhorn.
Then, too, there are my soldiers, my great, invincible army,
Twelve men, all equipped, having each his rest and his matchlock,
Eighteen shillings a month, together with diet and pillage,
And, like Caesar, I know the name of each of my soldiers!"
This he said with a smile, that danced in his eyes, as the sunbeams
Dance on the waves of the sea, and vanish again in a moment.
Alden laughed as he wrote, and still the Captain continued:
"Look! you can see from this window my brazen howitzer planted

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The Holocaust Files & Other Theme Poems

Theme: Love Poems (various forms of love,10 poems only)
*any theme category may be extended upon reader interest and requests
A Family Blessing
Changing Scene
For Our Loved Ones
Look Across Time
Memory Of A Lover
My Love
Single Red Ribbon
Snowpowder
Song Of My Love
True Love

The Holocaust Files: (32 poems) are a work in process and this reference will be removed upon completion. This is a collection of holocaust related poems to give voice to the 12 million killed, tortured and enslaved by the SS during World War II. The Poles, Romani and Slavic victims who are sometimes overlooked in brief reviews or marginalized, will hopefully have a poem as their voice by the completion of this project. The poems will ease into and out of the full extent of this horror, to contrast kaleidoscopic images of the holocaust in tribute to the slaughtered, and may provide a differing overview of Nazi Ideology to address succinct examples of how and why in historical perspective. (Historical optional background notes, have been added below some poems to assist in this purpose.)
The cruelty of topic material in some of the main poems may shock or offend innocent readers. Looking up pictorial images of these events is not advised for children.
The poems should be read in the order listed below: -
A Vibrant Life 18.5.2010
Appeasement For Adolf Hitler 15&16.10.2010
Indomitable Will To Survive 12.7.2010
Holocaust Latvia Begins 30.5.2012
Nazi Death Squads Enter Eastern Europe 29.5.2012
SS Single Shot Executioners 28.5.2012
Legal Genocide Committed On Industrial Scale 16.10.2010
Stone Cross Prologue 85 87
Stone Cross 85 87
Hitler's Holocaust Product Of A Demonic Mind 1987
When Satanic Power Ruled A Third Reich 1987
Blind Neo-Nazi Nationalism Hitler's New World Order 1987
How Evil Regenerates Perpetuates 1987
Nazi Evolution Vile Carbon Monoxide Gas To Zyklon-B 1987
Indictment Against Entire Nations 1987
An Image Of The Beast Rules
Fallen Nation Transformation 1987
Cartoon Caricature Of The Master Race 17.5.2010
The SS Who Will You Kill 17.5.2010
Classic Dance Steps 17.2.1989
Peaked Cap; Skull-And-Crossbones Badge 17&18.3.2010
A Moral Civilized World 17.3.2010
The Death Of Adolf Hitler's Personal Physican 17.5.2010
Dagmar Topf A Defence Of Family Ovens 17&18.3.2010
Not To Be Written 7.5.2010
Struck Down With A Thunderbolt 20.4.2010
Love Has Rewards Worth Attaining 19.5.2010
SS Demons 15.12.2010
How Did You Kill Me?
They Did It All Before You 18.5.2010
'Angel Of Death' A Demonic Nazi Doctor 9.3.2011
Proclaiming Retrofit New World Order 9&10.3.2011

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My view... would be that we are entering upon a new and interim society which is neither capitalist nor socialist, but in which we can achieve central planning without loss of individual initiative, by the mere process of absorbing initiative in the function of planning.

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Not To Restrict

A fluid mind turned on...
Wants to stay strong!
With...
An energy that motivates initiative.
And...
Keeping what is wished unlimited.

Not to restrict,
It...
To pity fixes.

A fluid mind turned on...
Wants to stay strong!
Not to restrict,
It...
To pity fixes.

A fluid mind turned on...
Wants to stay strong!
With...
An energy that motivates initiative.
And...
Keeping what is wished unlimited.

Not to restrict,
It...
To pity fixes.

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An Appreciation For The Highs And Lows

I did not invent motivation.
Nor was initiative,
Sitting in a variety store...
Wishing that it,
I would come along to pick.

And dedication with devotion,
Was not served to me on a silver platter.
No matter how long I sat wishing for dreams to exist.

Something inside of me arrived long ago.
A comprehension to understand...
Yearning without earning,
What I wanted was not going to be...
In stars that glowed.
And the wearing of fine clothes,
Was not prioritized as my objective.

With lessons taught and disappointments bestowed,
I learned that patience wasn't everything I need to know.
I needed to know the connection between hard work, sacrifice...
And arguments I've settled with discipline in stubborn fights,
Helped me open my eyes...
To the kind of world this is I am blessed to live in.
BLESSED.
Without those selfish expectations.

I did not invent motivation.
Nor was initiative,
Sitting in a variety store...
Wishing that it,
I would come along to pick.
No!
I learned to tie my own shoes,
Before I was able to walk.

And dedication with devotion,
Was not served to me on a silver platter.
No matter how long I sat wishing for dreams to exist.
And...
The clearing of weeds off my own path,
Began a process of adventure through hills and valleys...
With an appreciation for the highs and lows,
That never seem to end.
And 'if' that is my task to last...
Who's journey is this I've been given to enjoy?

And FREE.
At no charge to me.
But to live it as it is with a gratitude expressed.

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Comprehension Makes The Difference

I don't compile.
Collect or inspect.
I interpret.
I don't dissect,
I erect.
I research to prove,
What I do has merit.
I bare within me that which is seen,
Outside where the breeze is there.
Refreshened in crisp air,
I cleanse.
I carry what I choose.
I refuse excessive baggage.

My initiative innovates,
And builds.

I seek to reach.
Not speak about defeat,
In pleasant expected acceptance.
I want to know...
Therefore I am curious.

Not a bit am I nosey.
Comprehension makes the difference.
I've begun to recognize,
There is a benefit that comes...
With motivated persistence.

And when I stand,
My eyes are clear.
I stay alert to ideas I hear.
My initiative innovates,
And builds.

I don't compile.
Collect or inspect.
I interpret.
I don't dissect,
I erect.
I research to prove,
What I do has merit.
I bare within me that which is seen,
Outside where the breeze is there.
Refreshened in crisp air,
I cleanse.
I carry what I choose.
I refuse excessive baggage.

There is a benefit that comes...

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Defying The Odds

Defying the odds.
Winning to get attention,
After being kicked to the curb...
Is an awesome feeling one deserves.

Faith and promise with hard work,
Motivates a determination.
Taking initiative proves its worth.
And one who sweats gets what's best.

Defying the odds.
Winning to get attention,
After being kicked to the curb...
Is an awesome feeling one deserves.

And those naysayers,
With their bitter bittened lips...
Appear more embarrassed,
By the spreading of their negative gossip quipped.

Faith and promise with hard work,
Motivates a determination.
Taking initiative proves its worth.
And one who sweats gets what's best.

Defying the odds.
Winning to get attention,
After being kicked to the curb...
Is an awesome feeling one deserves.

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Imposing Upon A Patience Given

Time is too precious,
To give to others to waste...
As they bask within their egos,
Procrastinating what moves to make...
While imposing upon a patience given.

Time is too precious,
To delay an agenda prioritized...
With eyes set to realize,
Things needing to get done.
And accompanied by motivation.

Some dismiss this discipline.
If not familiar with initiative.
Some will excuse themselves from this.
Thinking motivation is a thing that is wished.

Time is too precious,
To give to others to waste...
As they bask within their egos,
Procrastinating what moves to make...
While imposing upon a patience given.

Some dismiss this discipline.
If not familiar with initiative.
Some will excuse themselves from this.
Thinking motivation is a thing that is wished.
Much like feeding a craving to quickly satisfy a whim...
With the hopes someone mentions a noticeable difference.

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Pull It Up From Deep In Your Gut

Pull it up from deep in your gut,
What's possible.
Pull it up from deep in your gut,
To leave doubts.
Pull it up from deep in your gut,
Ambition,
To lift...
A determined initiative.

Pull it up from deep in your gut,
What's possible.
Pull it up from deep in your gut,
To leave doubts.
Pull it up from deep in your gut,
Ambition,
To lift...
A determined initiative.

So...
Pull it up from deep in your gut,
Doubts to drop.
Pull it up from deep in your gut,
Fears to stop.
And,
Pull it up from deep in your gut,
With a doing...
To want to arrive on top.

Now...
Pull it up from deep in your gut,
Do it.
Pull it up from deep in your gut,
Now...
Pull it up from deep in your gut,
Don't be foolish...
Like those fooled,
That nobody can do what they choose.

So...
Pull it up from deep in your gut,
Doubts to drop.
Pull it up from deep in your gut,
Fears to stop.
And,
Pull it up from deep in your gut,
Don't be foolish...
Like those fooled,
That nobody can do what they choose.

Pull it up from deep in your gut.

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To Silence Those Minds In Doubt

Desire...
Always seems to pass the test of time.
Finding one without it,
And with a dream...
Is an unlikely observation.

Motivation, desire and initiative,
Are close teammates.
And a team without desire,
Seems less motivated.
And the initiative begins to procrastinate.

Desire...
Always seems to pass the test of time.
Just like a success achieved is a conditioning,
Kept believed...
In one's mind to feel all the time,
With a passion undescribed to define.

And desire simmers like embers burning.
It doesn't have to rage to display what is meant to be.
A desire started accomplishes.
A desire started rarely does not end to flicker out...
Before it blazes on the scene,
With produced results...
To silence those minds in doubt.

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Future Watch Burma To Syria Conflicts Rising

been watching
the future today...

from past lens astray

Burma as expected
has developed
ethnic problems

with sudden absence
of strict communist
dictatorship firm leash

Burmese are no longer
all brother communists
controlled by the state

past civic grievances
rise from postmortem
state of frozen stasis

past horrors play
on revenge rabid minds
need exercising?

past spectre struggles
post World War II conflicts
leave skeletons in closets

frozen nightmares divisions
war atrocities split Yugoslavia
post familiar communist thaw

emotively haunted people
seem to need to grim settle
past trauma before each

can move on embrace
future possibilities opportunities
in free market societies

when no longer linked
in brotherhood communist
cast iron citizenships

emotively many people
seem to need to settle
the past before they can

move on

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