Quotes about disarm, page 4
In Adoration
Blest as the immortal gods is he,
The youth whose eyes may look on thee,
Whose ears thy tongue's sweet melody
May still devour.
Thou smilest too!--sweet smile, whose charm
Has struck my soul with wild alarm,
And, when I see thee, bids disarm
Each vital power.
Speechless I gaze: the flame within
Runs swift o'er all my quivering skin:
My eyeballs swim; with dizzy din
My brain reels round;
And cold drops fall; and tremblings frail
Seize every limb; and grassy pale
I grow; and then--together fail
Both sight and sound.
The Faces Of Failures
a boy before he can
talk and
walk must be taught that life has two faces
the first face is that of success
the other is dismal failure
the latter has more than five shadows
and they always chase you
to disarm you
and then kill you
a father must train the boy to love
not just the first face
but also the second
lest he can be a candidate for
extinction
when this boy grows to be a man
the faces of failure and its thousand shadows
cannot defeat him
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Landmines in the Living Room
Those Landmines in the Living room
Can do a man much harm
And, being metaphorical-
They’re a challenge to disarm.
When my daughter’s home from college
a month can seem an age
A simple misspeak or misstep
can incur her wrath and rage.
Her life of course is difficult
She cannot drink or drive
She sleeps all day and parties nights
It’s a wonder we’re alive.
Weight opinions carefully
Whenever she’s around
Don’t set off a screaming match
you will not win a round
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poem by John F. McCullagh
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Cannot, Or Can I?
i cannot stop world hunger,
tho i've been one of the hungry.
i cannot heal the brokenhearted,
tho my heart has been broken.
i cannot put an end to prejudice,
tho there are many colors in my soul.
i cannot disarm the violent ones,
for i've been violent too.
i cannot put an end to greed,
tho i am a victim of its hand.
i cannot heal the environment,
that i've been a part of killing.
i cannot fill the cup of the lonely,
tho i've drunk from it often.
i cannot free the political prisoners,
that my apathy put in chains.
i cannot change the path of despair,
on which i walk, numb and faceless....
i cannot... or can i?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sound The Alarm
Sound the alarm.
Let's turn off the charm
that has hypnotized our kind.
Hypnotized and robotized
the workings of our mind.
Sound the alarm.
Close the door on the farm
that has penned us in too long.
Sciencized and cannonized
to believe in all that's wrong.
Unite the ones
whose blood still runs
warm when ere they bleed.
Not immunized nor mesmerized
by those not of our seed.
Sound the alarm.
Don't let them disarm
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poem by Edwina Reizer
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March
Over the dripping roofs and sunk snow-barrows,
The bells are ringing loud and strangely near,
The shout of children dins upon mine ear
Shrilly, and like a flight of silvery arrows
Showers the sweet gossip of the British sparrows,
Gathered in noisy knots of one or two,
To joke and chatter just as mortals do
Over the days long tale of joys and sorrows;
Talk before bed-time of bold deeds together,
Of thefts and fights, of hard-times and the weather,
Till sleep disarm them, to each little brain
Bringing tucked wings and many a blissful dream,
Visions of wind and sun, of field and stream,
And busy barn-yards with their scattered grain.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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I suggest that we might want to depose this incumbent God and start dealing with The Real World. He's proven — time and again — to be cruel, capricious, and vindictive. He drowns, crushes, burns, and starves millions of us every day. He created cancer, viruses, and germs to invade and destroy our bodies as He sees fit, and uses them very effectively. In His wisdom, He directed those in charge to impede stem cell research so that such a powerful approach would not be available to us and He wouldn't have to strain the Divine Intellect to disarm that defense. We amuse Him as we flail about vainly trying to appease Him. I vote that we dump Him.
quote by James Randi
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War the nightmare
‘Tis not a holy war,
Criminals are fooling all.
No one is playing fair,
Haul, growl and foul....
Earth is no less a bower/
To keep own sovereignty
Making sky touching tower
And destroy others dignity/
Nothing is permanent in nature
Friend or foe or lover../
Yester year's fort
Today's dilapidated ghostly
Monuments my dear/
O Hiroshima and Nagasaki!
Thy agony is a historical cover
War is not a solution at all
Peace and peace, we must call
Disarm all, before the humanity fall/
Never seen animal making
A killing machine,
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poem by Aftab Alam Khursheed
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Her Poetic Countenance
An unfamiliar beauty, so beautiful, she dulled mine charm
A rich man I was with word, so poor I am now
For all my wit and my wit's gravity her beauty doth disarm
For her sensation animates my treasure on her dainty brow.
How beautiful doth beauty perceive thee
Painted by the stokes of spirit, spiritual rapture
So extraordinary doth passion play its delightful symphony;
Singing my poetry on thy countenance for mine hand to capture.
Blushing like a girl, for a girl my poem be
I want to pluck it charm and pen its sweet ink
Into the language of love that my heart doth see
Thine intelligence is beauty my poetry mine heart me think
I beg thee with elegance set foot into my sonnet and plant thy seed
So in my words thy countenance in my poetry one shall forever read.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Awareness Notes... (Part Two)
it's not the bullet that killed
the man... bullets by themselves
are harmless. it is the intent
of the man that loads the gun,
that points the barrel, and pulls
the trigger.
it is also the inactions of the
people who knew his anger, and of
the system that allowed him the gun.
the apathy of those who didnt get
involved, and the moral code that
fed his anger
but taking the gun away doesnt solve
the problem. an angry man will pick up
a stick, or a knife, or even rocks,
to act out his anger.
to disarm the angry you have to remove
their anger, and that begins with getting
to the cause. the cause must be met, and
dealt with.
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poem by Eric Cockrell
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