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First of all, I really never imagined myself being a professional athlete.

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Imagined

Imagined the world described as heaven
Imagined the world all is even
Imagined everywhere without evil
Imagined the absence of soldier only civil

Imagined a quest between good nature existence
Imagined people, place and body with no cause for defence
Imagined air, love, soul and all virtues show their face
Imagined the extinction of all the different race

Imagined we always praise him who live above
Imagined nature ruffs all calm like pure dove
Imagined that you are not imagining
But all this is happening

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Ch 03 On The Excellence Of Contentment Story 28

It is related that an athlete had been reduced to the greatest distress by adverse fortune. His throat being capacious and his hands unable to fill it, he complained to his father and asked him for permission to travel as he hoped to be hoped to be able to gain a livelihood by the strength of his arm.

Excellence and skill are lost unless exhibited.
Lignum aloes is placed on fire and musk rubbed.

The father replied: ‘My son, get rid of this vain idea and place the feet of contentment under the skirt of safety because great men have said that happiness does not consist in exertion and that the remedy against want is in the moderation of desires.

No one can grasp the skirt of luck by force.
It is useless to put vasmah on a bald man’s brow.
If thou hast two hundred accomplishments for each hair of thy head
They will be of no use if fortune is unpropitious.
What can an athlete do with adverse luck?
The arm of luck is better than the arm of strength.

The son rejoined: ‘Father, the advantages of travel are many, such as recreation of the mind entailing profit, seeing of wonderful and hearing of strange things, recreation in cities, associating with friends, acquisition of dignity, rank, property, the power of discriminating among acquaintances and gaining experience of the world, as the travellers in the Tariqat have said:

As long as thou walkest about the shop or the house
Thou wilt never become a man, 0 raw fellow.
Go and travel in the world
Before that day when thou goest from the world.’

The father replied: ‘My son, the advantages of travel such as thou hast enumerated them are countless but they regard especially five classes of men: firstly, a merchant who possesses in consequence of his wealth and power graceful male and female slaves and quick-handed assistants, alights every day in another town and every night in another place, has recreation every moment and sometimes enjoys the delights of the world.’

A rich man is not a stranger in mountain, desert or solitude.
Wherever he goes he pitches a tent and makes a sleeping place;
Whilst he who is destitute of the goods of this world
Must be in his own country a stranger and unknown.

Secondly, a scholar, who is for the pleasantness of his speech, the power of his eloquence and the fund of his instruction, waited upon and honoured wherever he goes.

The presence of a learned man is like pure gold
Whose power and price is known wherever he goes.
An ignorant fellow of noble descent resembles Shahrua,
Which nobody accepts in a foreign country.

Thirdly, handsome fellows with whom the souls of pious men are inclined to commingle because it has been said that a little beauty is better than much wealth. An attractive face is also said to be a slave to despondent hearts and the key to locked doors, wherefore the society of such a person is everywhere known to be very acceptable:

A beautiful person meets with honour and respect everywhere
Although perhaps driven away in anger by father and mother.
I have seen a peacock feather in the leaves of the Quran.
I said: ‘I see thy position is higher than thy deserts.’
It said: ‘Hush, whoever is endowed with beauty,
Wherever he places his foot, hands are held out to receive it.’
When a boy is symmetrical and heart-robbing
It matters not if his father disowns him.
He is a jewel which must not remain in a shell.
A precious pearl everyone desires to buy.

Fourthly, one with a sweet voice, who retains, with a David-like throat, water from flowing and birds from soaring. By means of this talent he holds the hearts of people captive and religious men are delighted to associate with him.

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poem by Sa di
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Jim Thorpe

Born in May of Eighteen eighty-eight
Though the birth record is obscure
In Oklahoma, in a one room cabin
With brother Charlie, of that we're sure.

His father, Hiram, was a farmer
Mother, Mary James, a Pottawatomie
Descendant of the Chief, Black Hawk
A Warrior with an athletic history.

His Indian name of Wa-Tho-Huk
Translated meaning of “Bright Path”
As his future really seemed to be
Before the typical white man's wrath.

His twin brother passed away at nine
Then in the year, Nineteen, ought four
He attended the Carlisle Indian School
Where he learned football, track, and more.

Trained by legend, Glenn “Pop” Warner
Who had the unique insight to see
The young phenomenon evolving
Into, the great athlete, he would be.

All-American in Nineteen 0-nine
And soon, on the Olympic Team
Sailing across the sea to Sweden
The answer to many-a-youngster's dream.

He trained on board on the journey
And he must have done it very well
For he blew away his competitors
That's what, long lasting records tell.

In the Pentathlon and Decathlon
He won a Gold Medal in each
And it seemed any goal he went for
For him, would be an easy reach.

Gustav, the King of Sweden said it best
After the Nineteen twelve Olympics
“Sir, you are the greatest athlete in the world.”
After witnessing, Thorpe's sporting epics.

And, not one to stand on ceremony
That sometimes, great success can bring
He answered, honestly and simply
As they shook hands, and said, “Thanks, King.”

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Professional Crastination

Cant u see how easy it becomes
Procrastinate, were professionals
Get things done, you cant, too busy
Having fun were professionals
Professional crastination its a way
Of life if youve got lots of time
Put it off cause tomorrow sounds
Much better than today
Always late, not sometimes, occasionally
Consistently, were professionals
Professional crastination were living
In a procrati-nation
Why cant we ever be on time?
Professional crastination its a way of life
If youve got lots of time
Professional crastination were living
In a procrati-nation
Professional crastination

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To An African Child Starving To Death

(References to the nightingale and the Grecian urn are to the two wonderful odes by Keats, and the athlete dying young recalls the lovely poem by Housman) .

.....................................

You unprepossessing brat!
You are no nightingale, no Grecian urn,
not even any athlete dying young -
ah, dying young perhaps, but you never were
an athlete, never strove,
never achieved,
never broke
any records, nor, I suppose,
any hearts that might mourn for you,
except perhaps for your mother,
who sits there dumbly with sagging breasts
waiting for you to die, staring vacantly
from no past that could ever be celebrated
towards no future in the burning sands.

God curse the fate that brought me here
to have to write an ode for such as you,
unmemorable, already unremembered
even before you are dead!
to write in such a horrid spot
revolting in its barrenness and heat
that never ends -
that brings no peace ever -
that brings no poetic thoughts -
no inspiration -
nothing but dull, prosaic perspiration
which I must wipe from my brow
as you stare at me
with those damned eyes -
the eyes of the damned -
the innumerable damned -
and what am I to do?

I would rather look past you
than see those hollow eyes
and sunken cheeks again;
but all I see is your mother close to you
sitting wordlessly
as it were in reproach -
but what am I to do?
I had a mother too, you know -
she is dead now,
as, no doubt, you also soon will be
and no doubt your mother too.
She would look -
she would look like that

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poem by Rory Hudson
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Professional Jealousy

Professional jealousy, can bring down a nation
And personal invasion, can ruin a man
Not even his family, will understand whats happening
The price that hes paying, or even the pain
Professional jealousy, started a rumour
And then it extended, to be more abuse
What started out as just, black propaganda
Was one day seen to be, believed as truth
They say the truth is, stranger than fiction
But a lie is more, deadly than sin
It can make a man very, bitter and angry
When he thinks that theres someone, is going to win
Professional jealousy makes other people crazy
When they think youve got something that, they dont have
What they dont understand is its, just not easy
To cover it all, and, stand where you stand
Professional jealousy, makes no exception
It can happen to anyone, at any time
The only requirement is, knowing whats needed
And then delivering, whats needed on time
The only requirement is to, know what is needed
In doing the best you know how, deliver on time
The only requirement is, to know what is needed
Be best at delivering the, product on time.

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Best Man

(Ricky)
Me and you babe
Ooh
mmm,mmm,mmm,mmm
mmm,mmm,mmm,mmm
Ooh
mmm,mmm,mmm,mmm
1st Verse
(Ralph)
I've been knowing you several years
Watched you laughed even shead tears, my dear
But we've only been friends kept it like that
Now we getting older and i don't know how to act
As of matter of fact there's something i wanna ask and it's....
Chrous
Have you ever considered me
As the best man for you(please tell me the truth right now)
Have you ever looked at me and said
that who i would say i do to(i'm talking bout your futher now)
Have you ever imagined me
As the best man for you
HAVE-YOU-EVER
2nd verse
(Ricky)
I know i'm coming out the blue, so suddenly
Just wanted to make sure i was ready
To be infactuated listen to me
Can't you see(i'm so tierd)
Of spending time with other women(so sick and tierd)
Of spending my money and don't wanna(i hope you tierd)
Of just being friends and keeping it like that
Cause we're getting older and i don't know how to act
As of matter of fact there's something i wanna ask and it's....
Chrous
Have you ever considered me
As the best man for you(come on and don't be embarassed and tell me)
Have you ever looked at me and said
that who i would say i do to(no one can fit this song but you)
Have you ever imagined me
As the best man for you
WHAT-CAN-IT-BE(ooh)
WITH ME AND YOU
Bridge
(Ralph & Johnny)
Chillin,
All the time,
Hanging out
Having a good time
(is it meant to be)
Yes is does

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Executive Privilege

Am I really the one you wish to touch and frisk?
As if to do it,
Will rejuvenate a youthfulness missed.

'Silence!
I am a professional.'

You may become addicted,
To then put your search at a serious risk.
And I will be the first you arrest,
For soliciting frisking!
And stalking 'you' just to do this.

'Silence!
I am a professional.'

Am I really the one you wish to touch and frisk?
As if to do it,
Will rejuvenate a youthfulness missed.

If I were you,
I'd be careful how you do it.
Since I am innocent of implications.
And that I can prove.

But a frisking done might satisfy...
My need to have more of your hands applied.
Since you are the first to thoroughly search.

'This is serious business.
Stop giggling.'

I can't.
Not with your hands where they are in my pants!

'I am seeking something you may have concealed.
I told you I was professional.
And 'that' is real.

Ooo...oh!
Isn't it apparent,
The only weapon I have has been revealed!

'You are a pervert! '

And you seem to enjoy my perversity!
With a fondling done that has ended on your knees.

'You have been cleared!
I can't find anything suspicious here! '

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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ProDressor

ProDressor

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P aroday not intended to be taken as real life story.Ed.Note.Ed

Sorority PhiBetaKappaKappaPhi has three meetings on successive days for the professionals collegiately involved this is one person's perspective.

Information Night: Day One: January 21sT @ 7 pm Professional Dress
John Thompson was reading the flyer carefully he was a member of Sorority PhiBetaKappaKappaPhi the only problem was the time is was now past FIVE on the 21sT day of January. Spring 2009 Rush.
Wednesday is not a good day for eye. He yelled for his girliefriend Louisemay to “COME help me get dressed for this thing” eye have to attend. Bring me mye Pizza Hut shirt its almost black and your sash eye have to make an ascot tie. Turn those black jeans around and make some sleeves out of them. Get my best earrings these hoops just won't do it and then let me have your pumps. No not those push up things eye meant the heels eye must have shoes that eye can mince in. Eye simply halve to look professional.

Appetizer Hour: January 22nD 5-7pm Business Casual
No eye can not wear a Dress a skirt mabe bring me a real long one let me try it on Oh Naomi the white tennis shoes simply won't work this time.

Bowling Night January 23rD 7-9pm Causual
Awright Suzzane bring me them short cuttoffs and them green puffy things for feetsies because we have to change into them long yucky bowling shoes when we get there at least we can wear them wing tips now and the neon Frisbee tee shirts. We will simply howl. John Thompson as the PhiBetaKappaKappaPhi Professional Business Fraternity member. All applications due Saturday January 24tH @ 5pm in the Main Dorm. Printed by www.PBKKP.com the Sorority norm.

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If we carry on filling up the calendar, we keep on pushing the athlete, we shorten the athletes longevity. The risk is to shorten a career that could have lasted 10 years because the athlete is burnt out.

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But I like to think an athlete is an athlete.

quote by Oscar Robertson
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The athlete of today is not an athlete alone. He's the center of a team - doctors, scientists, coaches, agents and so on.

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The Great Nations Of Europe

I read a book by Alfred Crosby called European Ecological Imperialism. It sounds awful, but it was great. It was about how everywhere Europeans went in the world, their diseases came along with them and killed the native peoples. ";They got TB and typhoid and athlete's foot Diphtheria and the flu."; They got all of them. Except for athlete's foot - I had to contribute something other than what was in the book.
I'll admit to a certain anti-imperialism. I've got stock and yet I root against the stock market every day. I just can't help myself. I'm constitutionally a Cubs fan. I've always rooted for the underdogs, and usually they lose. You know why? 'Cause they're the underdog.

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Out at Home

Jackie Robinson is exalted
as the first Black man to play,
but far fewer fans remember Glenn Burke,
the first ballplayer openly gay.

Like Jackie, he played for the Dodgers-
(different coast and a different time.)
Glenn came up to the Majors
In the summer of 79'

Burke was strong and tall and fast
And some teammates called him " King Kong"
Though he roomed with Reggie Smith on the road
most nights Reggie Smith slept alone.

Burke befriended Young Tommy Lasorda
which was why he was traded away.
Old Lasorda couldn't deal with the rumors,
Nor acknowledge his own son was gay.

Glenn Burke rode the pines while in Oakland
Billy Martin never gave him much chance
When Burke injured his leg in Spring Training
That ended his time at the dance.

He drifted, his playing days over,
He used, he stole and did time.
An accident left him a cripple
Unprotected sex ended his line.

No shock was the A.I.D.s diagnosis-
His sister had long known he was gay.
When she took him in he was dying
when all others turned him away.

Sandy Alderson, with the Athletics,
took pity on Burke in despair.
The team paid for his A.I.D.S. medication
and covered the cost of his care.

Sad is the fate of the Athlete unsung,
dying apart from his team.
Glenn Burke showed that a gay man could play,
That a Gay Athlete also can dream.

Glenn Burke passed a long time ago
But his story deserves to be told.
He said when your suffering, dying of A.I.D.S.
Even days in the summer are cold.

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Le Masque (The Mask)

Statue allégorique dans le goût de la Renaissance

Contemplons ce trésor de grâces florentines;
Dans l'ondulation de ce corps musculeux
L'Elégance et la Force abondent, soeurs divines.
Cette femme, morceau vraiment miraculeux,
Divinement robuste, adorablement mince,
Est faite pour trôner sur des lits somptueux
Et charmer les loisirs d'un pontife ou d'un prince.

— Aussi, vois ce souris fin et voluptueux
Où la Fatuité promène son extase;
Ce long regard sournois, langoureux et moqueur;
Ce visage mignard, tout encadré de gaze,
Dont chaque trait nous dit avec un air vainqueur:
«La Volupté m'appelle et l'Amour me couronne!»
À cet être doué de tant de majesté
Vois quel charme excitant la gentillesse donne!
Approchons, et tournons autour de sa beauté.

Ô blasphème de l'art! ô surprise fatale!
La femme au corps divin, promettant le bonheur,Par le haut se termine en monstre bicéphale!

— Mais non! ce n'est qu'un masque, un décor suborneur,
Ce visage éclairé d'une exquise grimace,
Et, regarde, voici, crispée atrocement,
La véritable tête, et la sincère face
Renversée à l'abri de la face qui ment
Pauvre grande beauté! le magnifique fleuve
De tes pleurs aboutit dans mon coeur soucieux
Ton mensonge m'enivre, et mon âme s'abreuve
Aux flots que la Douleur fait jaillir de tes yeux!

— Mais pourquoi pleure-t-elle? Elle, beauté parfaite,
Qui mettrait à ses pieds le genre humain vaincu,
Quel mal mystérieux ronge son flanc d'athlète?

— Elle pleure insensé, parce qu'elle a vécu!
Et parce qu'elle vit! Mais ce qu'elle déplore
Surtout, ce qui la fait frémir jusqu'aux genoux,
C'est que demain, hélas! il faudra vivre encore!
Demain, après-demain et toujours! — comme nous!

The Mask

Allegorical Statue in the Style of the Renaissance

Let us gaze at this gem of Florentine beauty;

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Seen & Not Seen

He would see faces in movies, on t.v., in magazines, and in books....
He thought that some of these faces might be right for him....and
Through the years, by keeing an ideal facial structure fixed in his
Mind....or somewhere in the back of his mind....that he might, by
Force of will, cause his face to approach those of his ideal....the
Change would be very subtle....it might take ten years or so....
Gradually his face would change its shape....a more hooked nose...
Wider, thinner lips....beady eyes....a larger forehead.
He imagined that this was an ability he shared with most other
People....they had also molded their faced according to some
Ideal....maybe they imagined that their new face would better
Suit their personality....or maybe they imagined that their
Personality would be forced to change to fit the new appear-
Ance....this is why first impressions are often correct...
Although some people might have made mistakes....they may have
Arrived at an appearance that bears no relationship to them....
They may have picked an ideal appearance based on some childish
Whim, or momentary impulse....some may have gotten half-way
There, and then changed their minds.
He wonders if he too might have made a similar mistake.

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Seen And Not Seen

He would see faces in movies, on T.V., in magazines, and in books....
He thought that some of these faces might be right for him....And
through the years, by keeing an ideal facial structure fixed in his
mind....Or somewhere in the back of his mind....That he might, by
force of will, cause his face to approach those of his ideal....The
change would be very subtle....It might take ten years or so....
Gradually his face would change its' shape....A more hooked nose...
Wider, thinner lips....Beady eyes....A larger forehead.
He imagined that this was an ability he shared with most other
people....They had also molded their faced according to some
ideal....Maybe they imagined that their new face would better
suit their personality....Or maybe they imagined that their
personality would be forced to change to fit the new appear-
ance....This is why first impressions are often correct...
Although some people might have made mistakes....They may have
arrived at an appearance that bears no relationship to them....
They may have picked an ideal appearance based on some childish
whim, or momentary impulse....Some may have gotten half-way
there, and then changed their minds.
He wonders if he too might have made a similar mistake

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Missed In Action

Life with you is missed the most.
More than I had imagined.

More than complaining about,
The weak coffee made.
Or the frequency of smelled brunt toast.
Eggs tasteless and too hard to eat.
Or that freshly squeezed orange juice.
Pulpy, bland and not even sweet.

Life with you is missed the most.
More than I had imagined.

Dishes stacked with no one to wash.
Collected bags of garbage,
Stinking up the backyard.
And the leaves have not been raked,
Since you refused in your moodiness...
To act like a child.
And that's when I became irate.

Life with you is missed the most.
More than I had imagined.

I wish you would return to me,
Because I crave that delicious cake you make!

'And not the money I gave you to shop!
So you can tell your girlfriends,
What a lazy husband you've got? '

Honey,
That's what we do!
I had no idea...
The husbands met to lie like we do?

'Lie?
Lie...uh?
Well, I can bet...
Like you,
Their spouses are probably missed in action too!
No thanks.
Move on.
Find a new fool to screw! '

But, baby...
You're my boo!

'Well...
Take that 'boo'

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Thought To Be Revealed

Positivity and politics,
Deceases in minds...
Aware,
Of mismatches.

Honesty and modesty are no longer seen,
To find...
Anywhere existing.
As it is...
Or as a wish!

Magnified are weeping eyes.
And...
Many are today surprised,
By...
What was once not thought imagined.
Or...
Never touched to be revealed.

Positivity and politics,
Deceases in minds...
Aware of mismatches.

Magnified are weeping eyes.
And...
Many are today surprised,
By...
What was once not thought imagined.
Or...
Never touched to be revealed.

Honesty and modesty are no longer seen,
To find...
Anywhere existing.
And...
Magnified are weeping eyes.
And...
Many are today surprised,
By...
What was once not thought imagined.
Or...
Never touched to be revealed.

Positivity and politics,
Deceases in minds...
Aware,
Of mismatches.

And...
Never touched to be revealed,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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