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AURORA LEIGH, be humble. Shall I hope
To speak my poems in mysterious tune
With man and nature,–with the lava-lymph
That trickles from successive galaxies
Still drop by drop adown the finger of God,
In still new worlds?–with summer-days in this,
That scarce dare breathe, they are so beautiful?–
With spring's delicious trouble in the ground
Tormented by the quickened blood of roots.
And softly pricked by golden crocus-sheaves
In token of the harvest-time of flowers?–
With winters and with autumns,–and beyond,
With the human heart's large seasons,–when it hopes
And fears, joys, grieves, and loves?–with all that strain
Of sexual passion, which devours the flesh
In a sacrament of souls? with mother's breasts,
Which, round the new made creatures hanging there,
Throb luminous and harmonious like pure spheres?–
With multitudinous life, and finally
With the great out-goings of ecstatic souls,
Who, in a rush of too long prisoned flame,
Their radiant faces upward, burn away
This dark of the body, issuing on a world
Beyond our mortal?–can I speak my verse
So plainly in tune to these things and the rest,
That men shall feel it catch them on the quick,
As having the same warrant over them
To hold and move them, if they will or no,
Alike imperious as the primal rhythm
Of that theurgic nature? I must fail,
Who fail at the beginning to hold and move
One man,–and he my cousin, and he my friend,
And he born tender, made intelligent,
Inclined to ponder the precipitous sides
Of difficult questions; yet, obtuse to me,–
Of me, incurious! likes me very well,
And wishes me a paradise of good,
Good looks, good means, and good digestion!–ay,
But otherwise evades me, puts me off
With kindness, with a tolerant gentleness,–
Too light a book for a grave man's reading! Go,
Aurora Leigh: be humble.
There it is;
We women are too apt to look to one,
Which proves a certain impotence in art.
We strain our natures at doing something great,
Far less because it's something great to do,
Than, haply, that we, so, commend ourselves
As being not small, and more appreciable
To some one friend. We must have mediators
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poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning from Aurora Leigh (1856)
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Character is the result of a system of stereotyped principals.
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I also love Disney, and will defend doing so, because there's so much in those films and I don't care if it's stereotyped.
quote by Tanith Lee
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In the West audiences think I am a stereotyped action star, or that I always play hitmen or killers. But in Hong Kong, I did a lot of comedy, many dramatic films, and most of all, romantic roles, lots of love stories. I was like a romance novel hero.
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In a sense it might even be said that our failure is to form habits: for, after all, habit is relative to a stereotyped world, and meantime it is only the roughness of the eye that makes two persons, things, situations, seem alike.
quote by Walter Pater
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My guess is there are more women in the TV industry then there are on Wall Street. But it's that same idea of having to play in a man's world and finding that balance without being always stereotyped as a bitch.
quote by Charlotte Ross
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Redheads get so stereotyped. You're either exotic and wild or totally Victorian.
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As you may know, some of the stereotyped behaviors exhibited by autistic children are also found in zoo animals who are raised in a barren environment.
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The Golden Age
Long ere the Muse the strenuous chords had swept,
And the first lay as yet in silence slept,
A Time there was which since has stirred the lyre
To notes of wail and accents warm with fire;
Moved the soft Mantuan to his silvery strain,
And him who sobbed in pentametric pain;
To which the World, waxed desolate and old,
Fondly reverts, and calls the Age of Gold.
Then, without toil, by vale and mountain side,
Men found their few and simple wants supplied;
Plenty, like dew, dropped subtle from the air,
And Earth's fair gifts rose prodigal as prayer.
Love, with no charms except its own to lure,
Was swiftly answered by a love as pure.
No need for wealth; each glittering fruit and flower,
Each star, each streamlet, made the maiden's dower.
Far in the future lurked maternal throes,
And children blossomed painless as the rose.
No harrowing question `why,' no torturing `how,'
Bent the lithe frame or knit the youthful brow.
The growing mind had naught to seek or shun;
Like the plump fig it ripened in the sun.
From dawn to dark Man's life was steeped in joy,
And the gray sire was happy as the boy.
Nature with Man yet waged no troublous strife,
And Death was almost easier than Life.
Safe on its native mountains throve the oak,
Nor ever groaned 'neath greed's relentless stroke.
No fear of loss, no restlessness for more,
Drove the poor mariner from shore to shore.
No distant mines, by penury divined,
Made him the sport of fickle wave or wind.
Rich for secure, he checked each wish to roam,
And hugged the safe felicity of home.
Those days are long gone by; but who shall say
Why, like a dream, passed Saturn's Reign away?
Over its rise, its ruin, hangs a veil,
And naught remains except a Golden Tale.
Whether 'twas sin or hazard that dissolved
That happy scheme by kindly Gods evolved;
Whether Man fell by lucklessness or pride,-
Let jarring sects, and not the Muse, decide.
But when that cruel Fiat smote the earth,
Primeval Joy was poisoned at its birth.
In sorrow stole the infant from the womb,
The agëd crept in sorrow to the tomb.
The ground, so bounteous once, refused to bear
More than was wrung by sower, seed, and share.
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poem by Alfred Austin
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Fatal Consequences
Finding others to ridicule,
Because of the way they speak.
Walk and present themselves,
With a dignity commonly found in places...
Where people make no excuses for being themselves,
Is...
An environment where people are accustomed,
To belittling others and kept in practice.
With a choosing to see them conform to a mediocrity,
Many accept and enforce others to be...
Stereotyped and useless.
Illiterate in social skills.
Baffoons and fools.
And conditioned to perceive an ignorance lived,
Is the best quality of life to have.
With a feeding of this to generations that grow,
Worthless with no contributions to make...
But to be laughed at to add,
More suffering to their own fatal consequences.
And begging for an assistance to keep what they value,
Supported as if a sport to play and a self hatred as a goal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Long to Sky Blue? Rayletha
'How many days to sky blue
how deep is down under,
I wonder' she said
'What is up
because I have only seen different shades of misery.
When you call me I answer to 'never me'
because it is never me.
Never chosen, never loved, never given nothing.
Fat, female, black, no schooling, betrayed, lonely
every day in person and on the television
I am told I am the least of the least,
stereotyped, misused on sight and despised.
In me resides all the things they hate about themselves
on their inside
they is terrorized that if they don't eat their peas they will end up like me
and I say what is so wrong with me?
I am a human being
I am sky blue on the inside
and no one knew or knows
how my day is going;
no one cares
sometimes not even me.
Most years I even get no census mail
cause no need to count me.
Love to me is mostly in a dime store novel.
I am most comfortable with hateful people
because they act out what I feel inside.
Don't come trying to comfort me and tell me things
will be swell.
Things ain't never gonna be swell for me.
Never me.
I climb from my bed each day
knowing that nothing will never change.
I will not get no love letters today
no new car, no new dress,
no smiles from strangers,
no pats on the back
and no real job
no tiny piece even of hope
gonna come and sit beside me
even for just a little while.
How long to blue sky for me?
No telling.
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Vapid
blah blah blah
that is what i hear about you,
a bland taste of life,
kind of bromidic
attic,
tongue clichéd,
becoming a conventional cornball,
what have we become but
dull as dishwater,
feeling so dumb,
an everyday humdrum,
you feel for flat-footed,
an expression so hackneyed,
ho hum
insipid insect,
more of mundane,
d- noplace,
an old hat of grandpa,
papa's pabulum,
plain pedestrian,
partly platitudinous,
a square-faced tribesman
a check that has gone stale,
a well cut stereotyped pattern,
laughing stock,
stupid cupid,
tired, tripe, trite,
unimaginative,
watery eyes
wishy-washy
panty.
ok, just go back to vapid.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A hazy night and I remember the sensuous Playhouse
A faded rainbow splits in the shameful dusk
And prying stars scatter in multitude.
The dull sky almost a sparkle
And drizzle stops for a while.
The best actors in the world get ready in their ghettos for the rehearsal.
The beginners have no alternative in this low waged tragedy
And they grab the oldest profession.
Finally the pussyfoot greedy customers
Donate their hidden sicknesses
And it seems the each performer gets entr'acte of this chain reaction.
I dedicate this poem to the poetess Suzie.Gharib in gratitude.
* These stereotyped individuals are the victims of morality and their heartbeat is the Morse code of social imbalance. Life is not easy on this planet earth, though it rotates yet not a Merry-go-round.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Say It Aint So
Storm clouds on the horizon
Hurricanes building momentum
Along the eastern shores
The weather beaten masses
Huddle under battered, hand woven shelters
Say it, ain’t so brother, say it ain’t so
Military conflicts every hour,
Every minute, every second of everyday
Since the moment I was conceived
Through 7 continents, hundreds of nations
In cities big and small
The casualty count:
Civilians millions - soldiers thousands
The world at war revisited
Say it ain’t so brother, say it ain’t so
The Berlin Wall shattered
Germany once again a world power
Democracy gaining worldwide momentum
While Americans are forfeiting their freedom
A battle against abortion
For the reversal of Roe-us-Wade
For the nullification of the Equal Rights Amendment
Right to work equals right to suffer
Indignities, racism, economic terrorism and
Premeditated and brilliantly calculated genocide
Say it ain’t so brother, say it ain’t so
The propaganda blitz continues
Hip hop gangsters, cold blooded killers,
Thieves and muggers
Welfare, drugs, guns and violence
Words associated with people of color
Thus every nation hand will be against yours
And your hand shall be against every nation
And who controls the keys to heaven and hell
But those who hold their own fate in hand
Have we mortgage out future
For temporary thrills of victories
Say it ain’t so brother, say it ain’t so
Born a pauper will die a pauper
The heavy weight of countless stigmas
Bears as heavy on our backs
As snow on the wings of a dove
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poem by Mustafa Marconi
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Stereotyped! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
You say you don’t know me
Nah you don’t know me
All you know I am, is a lil sh*t on the streets
With my hood up, giving people beats
Yeah I’m part of that youth culture
“I was much better behaved when I was younger”
Yeah, you were perfect in your day
At least that’s what you portray
But then I live in a stereotypical country
I’m stereotyped as a teen bully
But I’m not gonna happy slap you
Cos me being a nasty sh*t, that’s untrue!
I’m part of that youth culture
But it don’t mean I’m gonna hurt ya
Yeah I’m a teenager
But I don’t have that bad behaviour
So don’t label me as a bad youngster
Jus cos I’m a teenager!
Cos I know that’s what you assume
So think before you presume
poem by Becky Ginn
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We Are The Same
I present to you a woman
who wishes she were not
judged by the color of her
skin and the clothes she wears.
Why must I because I’m
different be a target to
your insults and your
ignorance. I am human
like you.
So I talk with a slang and
dance different, some of you
dance just like me.
Yeah, our skin color is different,
but we are the same.
Like you I want respect
I deserve respect. I do not
want to be stereotyped
because of my Friday nights
outfit and I do not want to be
discriminated against when
I’m working and you see
me wearing pants that show
off my round butt or my top
that show my breast when I
bend over to give you your
dinner.
We are God’s creation and God’s
children once at heaven’s gate
there will be no color because
love, respect, and acceptance
has no color.
poem by Gero Lorna
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We Are The Same
I present to you a woman
who wishes she were not
judged by the color of her
skin and the clothes she wears.
Why must I because I’m
different be a target to
your insults and your
ignorance. I am human
like you.
So I talk with a slang and
dance different some of you
dance just like me.
Yeah our skin color is different,
but we are the same.
Like you I want respect
I deserve respect. I do not
want to be stereotyped
because of my Friday nights
outfit. I do not want to be
discriminated against when
I’m working and you see
me wearing pants that show
off my round butt or my top
that show my breast when I
bend over to give you your
dinner.
We are God’s creation and God’s
children once at heaven’s gate
there will be no color because
love, respect, and acceptance
has no color.
poem by Lorna Gero
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