Quotes about sell, page 5
Fate and Fortune
Fate and Fortune (A Triolet)
Two men called out, knocking our gate:
'We sell sundry clothes and costumes:
Reasonable is each one's rate'
Two men called out, knocking our gate:
'We read one's Fortune and one's Fate:
To buy, your Fate; to sell, our Fortune! '
Two men called out, knocking our gate:
'We sell sundry clothes and costumes'.
poem by Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu
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Good looks
Look, woman. Looks sell,
If you like that fact or loath it.
Good looks sell, sell on a premium.
Good looks open door on people.
Blessed with good looks, you reign.
You are selected, assistances pour.
If you had voice, it would sound sweeter.
If you made errors, it would blur out.
Women with good looks draw men
More with the promise of delivery
Than with the evidence of delivery.
Of course, it needs a constant grooming.
Long standing is the personality.
20.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Never Sell My Dreams
never sell my dreams,
never sell my dreams,
increase my skills,
I know all about burning,
all about profit than loss,
never sell the beauty of my rights,
never loss the battle when blessed,
never loss the beauty of nature and time,
when touched,
when blessed,
let me increase,
let me see beauty,
that my grievance is ending,
that my heavenly King is blessing me,
Touch me in all my afflictions,
Let me know all that is right from wrong,
Let me perceive that you blessed me,
Let me perceve that you are the King,
All beauty came within me,
When you touched me in all my afflictions.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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The Coin On The Floor
Alas, a little boy cries besides a woman!
What aileth thee son? Asked i of the little lad!
I picked a coin off the floor and my mama spanked me for doing that! He said!
Ho madam? What meaneth thee by that? Men dig up the earth for golds and diamonds for to sell and get money!
Men drill and mine the unders of the lands and the seas for resources for to sell and to get money!
Why then beat ye a lad who had neither dug-up the earth nor gone under the seas or lands for money, asked i!
Trully, he is yet to begin taking wealth from the earth, he simply picked a coin off the surface and ye chastise him for it? What then would ye do when he begins to mine the same earth and dig it up for to get minerals to sell for this same money? Would ye kill him? Asked i....
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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We Sinful Women
It is we sinful women
who are not awed by the grandeur of those who wear gowns
who don't sell our lives
who don't bow our heads
who don't fold our hands together.
It is we sinful women
while those who sell the harvests of our bodies
become exalted
become distinguished
become the just princes of the material world.
It is we sinful women
who come out raising the banner of truth
up against barricades of lies on the highways
who find stories of persecution piled on each threshold
who find that tongues which could speak have been severed.
It is we sinful women.
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poem by Kishwar Naheed
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I am a seller, Arent you?
I am a seller
A seller of different kind
I sell my dreams
in lieu of better dreams
sometimes to 'time'
sometimes to 'fate'
And sometimes to 'reality'
I am a dream seller
Aren't you?
I am architect
an architect of different kind
I build my dreams
block by block
only to dismantle
sometimes because of 'time'
sometimes because of 'fate'
And sometimes because of 'reality'
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poem by Anjesh shekhar
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The Wooing
A YOUTH went faring up and down,
Alack and well-a-day.
He fared him to the market town,
Alack and well-a-day.
And there he met a maiden fair,
With hazel eyes and auburn hair;
His heart went from him then and there,
Alack and well-a-day.
She posies sold right merrily,
Alack and well-a-day;
But not a flower was fair as she,
Alack and well-a-day.
He bought a rose and sighed a sigh,
'Ah, dearest maiden, would that I
Might dare the seller too to buy!'
Alack and well-a-day.
She tossed her head, the coy coquette,
Alack and well-a-day.
'I'm not, sir, in the market yet,'
Alack and well-a-day.
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poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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They Themselves Deceive
When people sell with a doing,
To those who become sold...
They themselves deceive.
With a doing done they say they do,
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
Since many possess college degrees....
In the hopes to receive achievement to get,
Competence with a common sense...
But they themselves deceive...
With minds feeding on 'bling' and greed.!
People like this are not taught how to feel,
A difference between what is fake and what's real.
They themselves deceive.
With a thinking they do this to other people,
They themselves deceive.
People like this are not taught to assess,
Correct ways to live and with honesty best.
People who cheat find it weak to confess.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coffee and the poor economies of the world.
Respect the sweat of human,
Irrespective of color, creed and religion,
One third of tap water is used to brew the coffee,
Procured two to five dollars per kilo in whole sale,
Starbucks sell two pound a cup in the stalls in UK,
Have spacious restaurants in our regions
converting UK pounds to our pitiful denomination,
Americana, Cappuccino, Mocha and Espresso,
Fancy name attached with degree of roasting,
Fermentation, with milk, without milk and bubbles,
Come to our countries, freshly roasted filter coffee,
Available on the road sides for five rupees a cup,
Cup size of less than 50 ml, just to moisten the throat,
Even the Cups of developed nations, fivefold our size,
Still it is only 25 rupees, equivalent to fifty cents,
We are the poor people; give us the fair price,
Coffee is the third liquid, after petroleum, on the market,
Out of one kilo coffee powder,100 cups can be brewed,
R&D, Oil rigs, Oil platforms, expensive engineers and workmen,
Billions of dollar investment, still one liter petrol costs 140 pence,
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poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Market Square
I had a penny,
A bright new penny,
I took my penny
To the market square.
I wanted a rabbit,
A little brown rabbit,
And I looked for a rabbit
'Most everywhere.
For I went to the stall where they sold sweet lavender
("Only a penny for a bunch of lavender!").
"Have you got a rabbit, 'cos I don't want lavender?"
But they hadn't got a rabbit, not anywhere there.
I had a penny,
And I had another penny,
I took my pennies
To the market square.
I did want a rabbit,
A little baby rabbit,
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poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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