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I had some surgery on my feet, which has helped my back some.

quote by Merle Haggard
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I had some things that I called mine

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I had some things that I called mine—
And God, that he called his,
Till, recently a rival Claim
Disturbed these amities.

The property, my garden,
Which having sown with care,
He claims the pretty acre,
And sends a Bailiff there.

The station of the parties
Forbids publicity,
But Justice is sublimer
Than arms, or pedigree.

I'll institute an "Action"—
I'll vindicate the law—
Jove! Choose your counsel—
I retain "Shaw"!

poem by Emily Dickinson
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I Wish I Had Some Sorcery

I wish I had some sorcery
That would en-lighten you and me
I wish I had a special spell
That would make us smile and make us tell
Stories that would make us smile
Not fine and fancy just one’s that I’ll
Revisit when I think of you
Not much to ask but hard to do
But life’s not like that so it seems
We live our lives inventing dreams
We talk within ourselves too much
And lose the thrill of closeness’ touch
We weave a wall out of our thoughts
Without the doors that open or
We gain distraction from our past
And fear to let the present last.

poem by David Keig
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That Which Has Already Been Done

By the time it dawns on you,
That something 'is' happening...
It would have taken place and happened.
Like that which has already been done!
And you have not a clue.
Do you?
Although your denial will always be there,
To depend upon.
At least 'something' is within your reach.
Even when news is reported on a daily basis,
People are heard saying, 'I do not believe it! '
So you do have some company.
You are not alone.
You are among thousands of nonbelievers...
Prepared to validate your lack of comprehension.
And...
To joyfully welcome the existence of it.
I just happen not to be a fan,
Of that kind of selective thought process.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What we did ten years ago with the Playstation was a phenomenal success story for the company. That product had a ten year life cycle, which has never been done in this industry.

quote by Ian Jackson
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Well, one thing that has happened is they have had a presidential election in Egypt which has represented progress. Now, we were not happy with everything that happened with the parliamentary elections, and it was not exactly a perfect presidential election in Egypt.

quote by Roger Wicker
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That Which Has Come To Sit Too Long

Uptight with an appetite,
To rid it from sight.
With a wish to split,
And done quick...
From all illegitimate conflicts.

And uptight with an appetite,
To rid it from sight.
That which has come to sit too long.
To do a doing one knows is wrong,
But done to do by few who choose.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Act of Reflection

It has caused much anxiety
Preventing us from working online
Blocking our interests without piety.

We've checked out everything around
Then stopped for a while
Unable to produce a smile
Keeping our feet stuck to the ground.

We've used our mind,
Which has helped with reflection,
And quickly returned
To this enjoyable task of another kind.

(February 2010)

poem by Maria C. Costa
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Flower Which Has No Pleasant Scent

A learned person who is not capable
of expressing - (what he has learnt
and what he likes to say) -
effectively and efficiently in such a way
that the listeners can understand fully
is equal to a full bloomed beautiful flower
which has no pleasant scent and flavour
to spread in the atmosphere.

Ref: ThirukkuRaL 650

iNar.oozththum naaRaa malaranaiyar kaRRa(thu)
uNara viriththuraiyaa thaar.

poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Repeating Repetitiously That Which Has Become Repetitive

Finally you got it.
Great...
Let's move on.

Repeating repetitiously that which has become repetitive.

Finally you got it.
Great...
Let's move on.

Repeating repetitiously that which has become repetitive.

Finally you got it.
Great...
Let's move on.

Repeating repetitiously that which has become repetitive.

Finally you got it.
Finally you got it.
Finally you got it...
And that is great!
So we can 'now' move on!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of That Which Has Created The Earth

Everything has an order.
Everything has a discipline.

When those believe,
They can disrupt an order...
That has strict discipline,
To attempt to impose their wishes...
As if this skips the attention,
Of that which has created the Earth...
They from birth have leeched upon.

And they...
Created by it from within,
A Supreme Inyelligence?

THAT is the ultimate ungratefulness.
THAT is the ultimate display of arrogance.
And 'that' arrogance ultimately ends,
As is to be witnessed.
Without a weapon used that could possibly defend.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Which Has Never Existed

Deprive them the ability to afford their dreams.
And pretensions to protect.
Deplete them of fantasies that fed their delusions.
And those impressions made that were the best.
Make real the realities upon them felt to feel,
With a breath to accept and all denials revealed.
What part has Mother Nature played,
In exposing that which has been concealed?

Assist them then with the crushing of all their traditions.
And foundations historically created to believe.
Leaving people to awaken to wonder,
Why they have been on their knees praying faithfully...
To that which has never existed.
Making it easier to control them.
And ensuring no resistance!
As one world with a few who rule expect!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Untitled: Figure which has long dwelt in the coolness of sinister stone

Figure which has long dwelt in the coolness of sinister stone

Opens the pale mouth sounding

Round owl's eyes - sounding gold.

Those found the cave of the forest decayed and empty

The shadow of a doe in the rotten branches

At the border of the spring the darkness of his childhood.

Long at the forest border a bird sings your decline

The anxious showers of your brown coat;

The shadow of the owl appears in the rotten branches.

Long at the forest border a bird sings your decline

The anxious showers of your blue coat

The shadow of the mother appears in the spiky grass.

Long at the forest border a bird sings your decline

The anxious showers of your black coat

The shadow of the black horse appears in the mirror of the spring.

poem by Georg Trakl
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On the other hand....

Best friends from when we were young
still here with us today
can be possibly the best reminder of who we were
irregardless of if we’ve put that person away.
For that person and how they were,
what they thought,
said,
did,
or believed
is different from the person we are now
and different from how we are trying to be.

Childhood friends are like childhood toys,
some must be put away once they’ve outlived their use,
but the disposing
or distancing oneself
from such reminders of a past
can be one of the hardest things to do.

Because that grip upon who, how, what
or when you may have been,
is consequently made stronger
by who you keep labeled as “friend”.
Someone who was there with you
in times of hazy yesteryears
may not respect all which has fallen apart
which has been built back up
to get you to right now
and right here.

poem by Chris Weersing
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Whatever Will Be Will Be

Got a letter just the other day
So much was left unsaid
When you went away
How my heart grew so cold
From the misery of dreams ago
An open envelope
The last time that we spoke
You said that you would always be my man
And now this letters here
What will you say my dear
To bring me to emotions once again
The truth of it you say
Theres never been day
That youre not sorry you apologize
But life teaches new things
Beyond the pain it brings
You to a place where you are truly wise
Que sera sera
What will be will be
Im happy for you and me
That we can finally see what was meant
Que sera sera
What will be will be
Im happy for you and me
That we can finally see what was meant
I know weve made mistakes
Cause love is give and take
I mean to say it wasnt all your fault
I too had some regrets
Such pain Ive felted yet
Its better to have love than not at all
The memories we had of all the good and bad
Has helped me be the woman that I am
So dont apologize
Ive come to realize
Just what is meant by all in love is fair
Que sera sera
What will be will be
Im happy for you and me
That we can finally see what was meant
Que sera sera
What will be will be
Im happy for you and me
That we can finally see what was meant
Sometimes its just not meant to be
But the love that we share goes on and on
Spiritually therell be no more crying
No and therell be no more lying no no no no no
And the truth that we gained will offset the pain
And now we finally see
Que sera sera
What will be will be
Im happy for you and me
That we can finally see what was meant
Que sera sera
What will be will be
Im happy for you and me
That we can finally see what was meant
Hmm hmm hey ooh yeah oh
Ooh

song performed by En Vogue
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I have a kind of neutrality, physically, which has helped me. I have a face that can be made to look a lot better - or a lot worse.

quote by Colin Firth
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I've had to deal with everything but everyone has helped me, including Sir Alex Ferguson, to get through. George Best was a good friend of mine. We loved each other, we both knew where we were coming from.

quote by Paul Gascoigne
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Bound Feet

Ancient Chinese oddities were
As myriad as its people.
One of these were bound feet.
A Chinese gentleman judged his woman
By the feet in those days.
Her face mattered but more were her
Feet which had to be as small
As three-inches, a society gauge for
Her breeding and status.
Confucius needs to take part of the
Blame for saying women are born to
Serve their men and no other
Which spawned the bound feet tradition.
Years of pains, tears and sleepless
Nights went into making these
Chinese women walk in little gaits as
Required of a lady, a sign that she was
Not a product of household chores.
Big feet equalled slavery and low births.
An ego trip, it was, for the adherents.

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Had Once Been Delivered to Others As Given

If given a voice attention to listen...
Ears open with silent lips,
May hear with an understanding...
That which has eclipsed,
Comprehension quickly dismissed.

If a choice to delay information,
That comes.
The message to be delivered,
May not produce the right outcome...
For some expecting more.

And a continued conflict sits within those minds.
Sitting with a grasping restlessness,
To express time after time...
They have found themselves outdone.
Wishing empathy to be shown by 'anyone'.

Although not introspective in self inspection moods.
To perceive what has been received,
Had once been delivered to others as given!
With much thoughtlessness...
Dumped upon them to leave,
To brood in solitude.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I Die

When I die I want my ashes scattered in the sky.
I want the winds to take me to the four corners
Of the earth, letting people know of my life
Of my birth, and all that I done that had some worth.

I want to feel the winds beneath my feet
The gentle breeze upon my face
The sun radiating the heat and its glory
For my family and friends to tell my story

When I die I don’t want tears
I’m going to a better place which
I’ve known for years.
I’ve seen this place in my dreams
And in my mind, and I know that I’ll be fine.

Death is just another door in time
That will free our soul and mind
And we’ll live throughout all time.
So when I die, don’t mourn for me
For I am finally free.

If on occasion you happen to remember me
It’s because in my prayers you will be.

poem by Louis Rams
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Even God Is A Racist

God is a racist because
In the beginning
He created two human beings
Named Adam and Eve, which looked different
And sounded different under the tent
Each owned ten toes
Ten fingers, two hands
One face, one head, one nose
Two feet to wear sandals in the sand
Eventually, Adam and Eve had fun
They produced children
Which followed the tradition
From generation to generation
They emulated their parents
Who had fun too under many tents
Which became too congested
Too crowded, too populated
Ultimately, they scattered to other areas
Things became really serious
They followed the stars and the sun
They followed the rain and the moon
Overtime, their skin tone changed
They looked strange and deranged
They spoke different languages
Some became wise and others outrageous
And some lost their memories
Their common sense and their decencies
God is a true racist
Because he created one human race
At a very slow pace
Where it is possible
Not impossible
For men and women to coexist
In peace.

poem by Hebert Logerie
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