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Ability is sexless.

quote by John Henry Newman
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You have the right to feel, you are successful

Success, sweet success
Success, it is waiting for you
To own and hold on to it

Success of any kind
Has easy access
If you are after it restlessly

Success is not indeed the end
It is the beginning of a
New chain of successes

Simple it is to be successful
So simple, you wonder how many of us are not at it

It all depends on what you feel
Success means to you
You may school your thoughts
And train your emotions
To feel successful on everything
That happens around you

Your retention of all your
Physical, mental and social abilities
Is indeed your success

Your ability to make friends
And help them out in times of need
Is indeed your success

Your ability to keep your cool
In emotionally competing events
And situations
Is indeed your success

Your ability to make your ends meet
Come over challenges, emotional or otherwise
At the right time and in a rightful manner
Is indeed a success

Your ability to stand up
And hold on to your values
Is indeed a success

Your ability to be able to
Discharge your assigned responsibilities
Is indeed your success

Your ability to objectively assess
People and events

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poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The Witch Of Atlas

Before those cruel twins whom at one birth
Incestuous Change bore to her father Time,
Error and Truth, had hunted from the earth
All those bright natures which adorned its prime,
And left us nothing to believe in, worth
The pains of putting into learn?d rhyme,
A Lady Witch there lived on Atlas mountain
Within a cavern by a secret fountain.

Her mother was one of the Atlantides.
The all-beholding Sun had ne'er beholden
In his wide voyage o'er continents and seas
So fair a creature, as she lay enfolden
In the warm shadow of her loveliness;
He kissed her with his beams, and made all golden
The chamber of gray rock in which she lay.
She, in that dream of joy, dissolved away.

'Tis said she first was changed into a vapor;
And then into a cloud,--such clouds as flit
(Like splendor-winged moths about a taper)
Round the red west when the Sun dies in it;
And then into a meteor, such as caper
On hill-tops when the Moon is in a fit;
Then into one of those mysterious stars
Which hide themselves between the Earth and Mars.

Ten times the Mother of the Months had ben
Her bow beside the folding-star, and bidden
With that bright sign the billows to indent
The sea-deserted sand--(like children chidden,
At her command they ever came and went)--
Since in that cave a dewy splendor hidden
Took shape and motion. With the living form
Of this embodied Power the cave grew warm.

A lovely Lady garmented in light
From her own beauty: deep her eyes as are
Two openings of unfathomable night
Seen through a temple's cloven roof; her hair
Dark; the dim brain whirls dizzy with delight,
Picturing her form. Her soft smiles shone afar;
And her low voice was heard like love, and drew
All living things towards this wonder new.

And first the spotted cameleopard came;
And then the wise and fearless elephant;
Then the sly serpent, in the golden flame
Of his own volumes intervolved. All gaunt
And sanguine beasts her gentle looks made tame,--

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poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Blighted Trees

Like flowers in the spring, youth proves
that winter’s ended, and its bloom
can’t sense the distant horses’ hooves
that come to trample its perfume.

Like blighted trees, we’re doomed to die,
first at the top, although our roots
help us, when falling from the sky,
to greet the gloom without our boots.

Sexless, we lose all respect
from those we love, though we still cast
a shadow which they can’t dissect
till our life, like a day, has passed.

James Wood reviews “Exit Ghost” by Philip Roth in The New Yorker, October 15,2007:

Before his death, Jonathan Swift pointed to a blighted tree and said to a friend, “I shall be like that tree; I shall die first at the top.” Philip Roth’s dying animals, at loose in the twilit carnival of his late work, reverse Swift’s prophecy: they fear they will die from the bottom up. Their minds are ripe with sexual energy, with transgressive vitality, but their bodies are sour with decline. The aging David Kepesh, in “The Dying Animal, ” makes the mistake of growing infatuated with one of his many young conquests, and becomes the toy of her youthful sexual mastery. The elderly nameless protagonist of “Everyman, ” Roth’s previous novel, weakened by heart surgery, watches young women jogging along a New Jersey boardwalk, aware of the absurd disparity between his waxing mind and his waning body. He starts a foolishly flirtatious conversation with one of them, who then changes her route and never returns, “thereby thwarting his longing for the last great outburst of everything.”…
Suddenly, isolation in the Berkshires has given way to a “crazed hope of rejuvenation.” (The novel is set during the week of the election of 2004, and the bitter madness of those days is a kind of Forest of Arden in which Nathan’s antic moment can be played out.) Now Amy is pulled into the swirl, too, since Nathan must seek her out to hear her account of Lonoff’s “great secret.” He finds her in a grim walkup on First Avenue. Movingly, grotesquely, the dying woman who was once the object of Nathan’s desire has ceded her power to the thirty-year-old Jamie, and is now good only for the sexless respect of posterity. She will have a little place in literary history as Lonoff’s final partner, but there is no erotic gravitational pull on the seventy-one-year-old Nathan. Amy confirms Kliman’s hunch, but Nathan rejects the fact and, more important, the premise of the fact, which is that fiction can be read confessionally. If Lonoff was writing a novel about incestuous relations, Nathan argues, then that was the fiction he was making. A fiction, not a report. “Fiction for him was never representation, ” he tells Amy. “It was rumination in narrative form. He thought, I’ll make this my reality.”

poem by Gershon Hepner
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The Real Strength of a Woman

Everyone wonders what’s her secret?
The mother with 3 kids and no father to support them
The woman with cancer who still manages to come out on top
The grandmother who is forced to be a mother yet again because
Of her daughters mistakes

I wonder myself and I still have a long way to go
But I believe that they all have one thing in common….
The Real Strength of a Woman

The ability to shield themselves from the hurt while in others view
The ability to make their children believe that everything will be ok
The ability to make everything ok despite their hurdles
The ability to stay close to God despite how difficult it may seem
The ability to be strong and remain a brick wall for their loved ones

A real woman can console others even when she is worse off
She can find it in her heart to somehow give, even when no one is giving her
She can endure many hardships and sacrifices because of the ones she loves
Yet she somehow still remains strong

I still don’t fully know the strength of a woman
But every woman out there that I’ve seen, met or come into contact with
All possess these qualities in one way, shape or form

2/9/08

poem by Candice George
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What Makes Us Human

I believe ability makes us intelligent, it distinguishes us from animals
I believe all have the ability to learn, to create art, to love
I believe we can let our ability go to waste, or we can let it flourish
I believe our ability that makes us human is our intelligence and good judgement
I believe many choose to ignore this ability and rely on animalistic instinct
I believe some humans treat animals better than humans
I believe to make this world peaceful we need to let our abilities flourish

It is curious that many people advocate humane treatment for animals, but treat actual humans inhumanely

poem by Lenore Lee
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The three parts of the theory are analytical ability, the ability to analyze things to judge, to criticize. Creative, the ability to create, to invent and discover and practical, the ability to apply and use what you know.

quote by Robert Sternberg
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Roseability

Rose, ability. There is no roseability
Rose, ability. There is no roseability
Youve got off with too much now
Youre getting off with too much now
Stop looking through scrapbooks and photograph albums
Because I know
They dont teach you what you dont already know
Youve always been, dissatisfied
Gertrude Stein said Thats enough
(I know that thats not enough now)
Rose, ability.
There is no roseability
Youve got off with too much now
Youre getting off with too much now
Stop looking through scrapbooks and photograph albums
Because I know
They cant teach you what you dont already know
Youre always be, dissatisfied
Gertrude Stein said Thats enough
Gertrude Stein said Thats enough
Gertrude Stein said Thats enough
(I know that thats not enough now)
Rose, ability.
There is no roseability
Youve got off with too much now
Youre getting off with too much now
Stop looking through scrapbooks and photograph albums
Because I know
They wont teach you what you dont already know
Youre always be, dissatisfied

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There is something that is much more scarce, something finer far, something rarer than ability. It is the ability to recognize ability.

quote by Elbert Hubbard
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There is something that is much more scarce, something rarer than ability. It is the ability to recognize ability.

quote by Robert Half
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It is a fine thing to have ability, but the ability to discover ability in others is the true test.

quote by Lou Holtz
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Famous Quote Of Mine 1 - Art

art is the ability to put
harmony into chaos and chaos
into harmony

art is the ability to
turn chaos into a form of beauty
and beauty into a form of chaos

art is the ability to put
beauty into everything

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Necessary Are Gifted Teachers

the ability to learn
to learn effectively
under any teacher
in spite of the teacher
is a rare precious ability

such exceptional motivation
such exceptional ability is rare
privilege to teach such students
is one true reward for teachers
most students need good teachers

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Opportunity And Ability

I was in Osmena Park
one sharp noon

Two twilight-aged folks
were talking while playing
chess board game

one said to his opponent

my son has the ability
but my son has no opportunity

and the other said

my son has opportunity
but my son lacks ability

I had learned

luck comes when opportunity and
ability meet

poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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Inside

I missed what she said
Did I hear her wrong?
I cant seem to have
Anything last that long
Or am I a jerk?
With no sense of what
Makes them warm up?
My life boils down to what I am
Living my life for what I can,
There I go again.
But maybe Im gaining what I need.
Ability to throw them aside,
Keep it inside.
Im writing again,
And out of ideas.
When I see her face,
Im filled up to here.
But what do I get?
I just let her pass.
I just let her pass
My life boils down to what I am
Living my life for what I can,
There I go again.
But maybe Im gaining what I need.
Ability to throw them aside,
Keep it inside.
My life boils down to what I am
Living my life for what I can,
There I go again.
But maybe Im gaining what I need.
Ability to throw them aside,
Keep it inside.

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Impossiblity (Irenga)

Glorious sunset,
the western sky ablaze with shades of red.
Nature’s artistry
beyond a mans ability
to emulate or imitate.

Nature’s artistry
beyond any mans ability
to emulate or imitate.
Although they still try.
Perfection beyond their grasp.

Natures artistry
beyond any mans ability
to emulate or imitate.
But driven by some inner need
they are convinced they can succeed.

First stanza
5 syllables
10 syllables
5 syllables
8syllables.
8syllables

Second stanza
repeat last three lines of first stanza
then
5 syllables
8 syllables.

Third stanza
Repeat
Last three lines of first stanza
Then
8 syllables
syllables
Japanese style poetry
no obligation to rhyme.

(22/07/2007)

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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As Long As Their Own Needs Are Met To Satisfy

If one has an ability,
Noticed and taken for granted...
One shouldn't be made to feel obligated,
To fulfill last minute requests...
As if the abilities one has to produce,
Seems effortless and easier to disrespect.
And available to be used to someone's advantage.

People seeking the ability of another,
Without giving them a consideration of what it takes...
Usually falsely represent their own agenda.
Especially if no compensation is mentioned.
And...
If the one being used brings attention to this,
Of course someone is offended.

'You offended 'them' by not doing what they expected.
Although your time and effort to create what they requested,
Is believed to be enjoyed.'

~It is enjoyed.
Should that mean I also find it easy?
And my ability is worthless?
What drugs are these people on? ~

'I remember being asked to do an entire play production,
For a family fund raiser several years ago.
With lighting and sound technicians.
For free! '

~What happened? ~

'I asked them what they had in their budget.'

~And...
What did they have in their budget? ~

'Hotdogs, sandwiches and soft drinks.'

~Maybe they have no clue as to who you are? ~

'They could care less about that.
As long as their own needs are met to satisfy.'

~And spend thousands of dollars to parade around,
In outfits to impress others...
While complaining those entertaining them,
Demand to get paid 'BEFORE' taking the stage.~

'It sounds as if you have been around? '

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crazy

It's the ability to burn without fire
Its being able to hear the truth from the liar
The constant torture without pain
Losing yourself to find something to gain
It's the cuts that don't bleed
It's the want without the need
The sight with blind eyes
Wishing for wings when you can already fly
It's the voice from the mute
It's the gun no man can shoot
The cry with no tears
The ability to face your fears
It's the water that is dry
It's the life that can't die
The logic you can't apprehend
Because you know a reality that won't bend
It's the wish that is never made
It's the waterfall that never will cascade
The lies one can make to hide the truth
The ability to believe without proof
It's you and I sat side by side
It's the love that won't bind
The dream from a land of make-believe
An image that only our minds eye can conceive
To the crazy it's the truth
To others it's the foolishness of youth
It's the delusional world insanity creates
The world you know is a lie but now it's too late

poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Passion Plot - Arthur Abacus' Affiancing

Passion Plot - Arthur Abacus' Affiancing Application Against Ann's Approval

Passion Plot

Aspiring author aims at gold award
accordingly advancing work of art
always rhyming, rhythmic, in accord,
A I O U and Y are drawn apart
from that which follows D, and from the start
inscription shows how mighty is nib's sword.

This way of writing is simplistic - word
word follows automatically drawn,
idyllic musing is it or absurd?
no hours are lost, all printing rags untorn,
prompt spurring, on hot air as tiny bird,
this work so artificial's promptly born.

It could draw out two thousand stanzas or
twenty million with diversity,
standards upholding day and night to pour
amusing thoughts of country, town, city,
crisply painting many a mount, rill, tor,
adroit aphorisms with alacrity.

Alas what worth would such quack actions show
apart from quickly boring, much kowtow,
if constant word-play adding to quick flow
no wisdom, no profundity knows now -
graffiti stylistic in sporadic glow
through basic instincts' which skill disavow.

Instincts, advancing rapid thought,
aim at showing how facility
uniting consonants is swifly caught
up in a fountain where ability
canvas fills approaching imprint sought,
avoiding mundanity, banality.

Multi-modal intuitions work
harmoniously to form additional scan,
nothing making this bright insight shirk
task as luminous sparkling mensans can
simply scrawl ad infinitum, hardly irk
Wrinkling Mind who fair Bloom fain would span
twilight draping passion in joy's van.

Alas, as passion is not always found

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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And You're Loved

The smell of the love is in the air
The smell of the love covered everywhere
How It's alike with smell of the colorful magnificent flowers at the spring time
When the green covers everywhere
Even the souls wears green peace
Inspite of all the wars and the fights
Inspite of the cruelly of the humanity's
Still the angels of the love soaring at the sky promising to those with sweet hearts A joyful life
Alas what a shame my brother man
While you're given the chance to love, to forgive, and to give
How can you beat destroy and kill your brother man
Alas my fellow man how can you cause all these pain to your brother man Alas what a shame
Choose the love wherefore you'll arrive with the fight
The love appears to those who have the pure spirit innocence of desires
Those who has the ability to forgive can find the real love
Yet the ability to love is an art
It's a gift from the God
Your world is surrounded with love all around
Catch it as long as you've the chance
God above has gave you the life full of love
It's your choice to keep the love of the people your around
And build for them a home in your heart
It's just your choice to choose to hate or to love
Choose the forgiveness and you'll find the the rest, the peace of the soul
You'll be able to hug the real Love
To love means to forgive
Oh how much you are strange and unfair my fellow man
How do you want the God above to forgive all your sin
When you as the creation of the God are unable to forgive
The little bit fault of your friend
Love and forgive and desire the best to your fellow man
Without the mercy of the love
No one will ever find the peace and joyful life
Only thing that has the ability to complete the emptiness that Stearns within us is the love and just the love
When you can love boundless your fellow man disregarding all the differences and discrimination
When you're ready to love people like the God loves us
When you still can feel the others ache as it's yours
When you can give all the wealth you possess to save someone's life
When with honesty is purified your words
And your steps are strong and your roads are straight
You deserve the paradise of the skies
That's it my friend you are already loved and beloved..

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Enterprising Education..

Trickle the wealth capitalists say
Limiting the wealth is socialist way
Distribute it the communists say
Capture it for self is all their game

Making everyone rich or poor
Dependent on some other
Is not the way to empower!
Growing people with power
Is the need of the hour..

Power is neither wisdom nor wealth
Neither vote nor health
Power neither grows on guns
Nor it does on just bread and buns.

*****
The ability to spot a need
The ability to create a feed
The ability to serve with speed
Is real people power indeed!

Past is dead, present is dying
Let us make our future flying
Create a future that keeps trying
Children who are enterprising..

Till no child remains illiterate
Fight with illiteracy and eradicate..
Literacy of less words and more deeds
Litter them on our seeds..

Reading, Writing and Mathematics
Swallowing, Vomiting as is where is
Push our education go beyond these
Transforming their real lives..

Every child rich or poor
Education should make them entrepreneur
With courage, confidence, hope and honor
Let our businesses spread the world over..

Neither in capital nor in a book
Entrepreneur is born in the outlook
Let education sharpen the young minds
Enable them to make new finds..

Empowering our future to self-rule
Enterprising Education is the tool
Poverty to Prosperity

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poem by TheBigThinkg Human
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