Quotes about brutish, page 2
Dreams Of A Journey
white face of a woman
failing hands
as frail as a man
wanting to give
everything all for
a white face of a woman
sad face
scars of the heart
on some brutish
past
veiled and held by
another hands now
love satisfied
music as forceful
as the waterfall
of love
and life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Check out the Declaration of Independence You think it promises happiness No no no, it talks about the pursuit of happiness. The PURSUIT We've become a nation of wimps We think we're entitled to everything, we want to legislate ourselves into some cozy little cocoon. Well, forget it, Nature Boy. There are no guarantees. Life is nasty, brutish, and short.
quote by Jeff Melvoin
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Anarchy
I saw a city filled with lust and shame,
Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light;
And sudden, in the midst of it, there came
One who spoke boldly for the cause of Right.
And speaking, fell before that brutish race
Like some poor wren that shrieking eagles tear,
While brute Dishonour, with her bloodless face
Stood by and smote his lips that moved in prayer.
"Speak not of God! In centuries that word
Hath not been uttered! Our own king are we."
And God stretched forth his finger as He heard
And o'er it cast a thousand leagues of sea.
poem by John McCrae
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The Womb
Up from the evil day
Of wattle and of woad,
Along man's weary way
Dark Pain has been the goad.
Back from the age of stone,
Within his brutish brain,
What pleasure he has known
Is ease from Pain.
Behold in Pain the force
That haled Man from the Pit,
And set him such a course
No mind can measure it.
To angel from the ape
No human pang was vain
In that divine escape
To joy through Pain.
See Pain with stoic eyes
And patient fortitude,
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poem by Robert William Service
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The Wildwood Rose
O silver sky what wind does blow?
Across the moor to the wildwood rose
What snow does fall, the mountain’s wrath
Against the bright rose malice hath
O gentle rose, be not afeared
Thy humble strength to persevere
Where brutish strength and cunning fail
The meek and mild rose will prevail.
O wildwood rose, the river spray,
Does it wash thy tears away?
No boastful weed nor greedy vine
Would the wildwood rose entwine.
O wildwood rose, come hither soon,
I ask of you this simple boon.
Most favored of virtues, the last and the best,
Come to my heart, and there take your rest.
poem by Ryalis Elior
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The Headliner And The Breadliner
Moko, the Educated Ape is here,
The pet of vaudeville, so the posters say,
And every night the gaping people pay
To see him in his panoply appear;
To see him pad his paunch with dainty cheer,
Puff his perfecto, swill champagne, and sway
Just like a gentleman, yet all in play,
Then bow himself off stage with brutish leer.
And as to-night, with noble knowledge crammed,
I 'mid this human compost take my place,
I, once a poet, now so dead and damned,
The woeful tears half freezing on my face:
"O God!" I cry, "let me but take his shape,
Moko's, the Blest, the Educated Ape."
poem by Robert William Service
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Myths And Misconceptions
The tooth fairy's not real, nor is the Easter Bunny
It's your Mummy and Daddy who cough up the money
And Santa Claus with his red coat and sackful of gifts
He's just a fable, a fabrication, a myth
Now take the cigarette monster, huge and alarming
Many believe him to be, but he's actually quite charming
Once you get to know him, behind his fierce, brutish features
He's really the most amiable of creatures
But there are many who believe with an unswaying fervour
If you don't smoke a cigarette, he will commit murder
So they keep smoking constantly all through each and every day
And sadly don't realise that he just wants to play
poem by Alessandra Liverani
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The Poets
Half god, half brute, within the self-same shell,
Changers with every hour from dawn till even,
Who dream with angels in the gate of heaven,
And skirt with curious eyes the brinks of hell,
Children of Pan, whom some, the few, love well,
But most draw back, and know not what to say,
Poor shining angels, whom the hoofs betray,
Whose pinions frighten with their goatish smell.
Half brutish, half divine, but all of earth,
Half-way 'twixt hell and heaven, near to man,
The whole world's tangle gathered in one span,
Full of this human torture and this mirth:
Life with its hope and error, toil and bliss,
Earth-born, earth-reared, ye know it as it is.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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Help! Society Is In A Dire Situation
In this day and age the idiotic proceed
Our society is crumbling
The ideas of individuality have been vanquished
Scruples are now decided by the television
In this society, only the brutish and orange in nature
Will thrive in such a vicious future
The very thought is dictated by the famous
As our morals fall the arrogant shall rise
The ideals of relationships and religion have been torn asunder
As the men try to have as many courtships as possible
And the women try to birth children
Almost as much as they birth ignorance
Yet do not heed my warnings nor my observations
Just sit back relax and have a cold one
As society is screaming for help
Continue on your joyous way
poem by Steven Elsner
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3d
do not blame me
as i also understand myself
passionate
but not ultimately crazy
on some
calculated risks and
tiptoe dances,
i have some compromises
to make
i dream of you and hug you
and make love with you
there in haze
and misty scenes
hot, torrid, and
elusive as a
eel
slimy feeling, brutish touches,
lips on fire, cinder hands,
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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