Quotes about unruly, page 5
Value of The Heart
The heart what value is that
When none care to accept it
It is left to grow old, unruly
Un-nurtured and less social
An awkward graceless entity
Stranger to many things
Stranger still to others
What value is now placed
On this unfamiliar creation
The awkward stranger
Off balance somewhat distant
Perhaps paranoid
Perhaps always on guard
What value exists
On such a commodity
That so many have bypassed
Leaving a forlorn shape
As frightened and strange
As the world may see it
And judge it as such
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poem by Matthew Holloway
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Lessons
Lessons are learnt to display hurt of the unruly parties,
As they joke and burden their souls with grief of life.
Angers are perverse creations, created by demigods,
Which parley with dangers of the soceity they sparkle in.
Solid anger is against all desire, anticipated by the masculine person,
A man, who seeks education and mastery of life.
He cannot ask of the living class, the loving class, the lovely class,
And as a woman he does not act, yet gets fighting with the chieftain,
Only to withdraw his standard and be rejected.
Lessons are learnt and jobs are conducted.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Loving Henry
Henry, Henry, do you love me?
Do I love you, Mary?
Oh, can you mean to liken me
To the aspen tree.
Whose leaves do shake and vary,
From white to green
And back again,
Shifting and contrary?
Henry, Henry, do you love me,
Do you love me truly?
Oh, Mary, must I say again
My love's a pain,
A torment most unruly?
It tosses me
Like a ship at sea
When the storm rages fully.
Henry, Henry, why do you love me?
Mary, dear, have pity!
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poem by Robert Graves
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If I Can Teach This Heart
If I can teach this heart to stop
Loving you so much it hurts me,
Then maybe my brain that's on top
Won't ache from such frivolity.
Unruly emotions consume-
My heart beats a mind of its own,
Tell me when will my sleep resume?
This tired body wants rest alone.
Oh why can't the heart just obey?
In beating compliance submit
To wisdom my brain doth relay,
Not stressing it to the limit.
If I taught this foolish heart then
Not to see you and hear your voice,
You know I'll never love again,
A Stone Heart never had a choice.
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poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Parc Monceau
A wooden boat upon a sea of sand
stands beached, unfathomed by the fiercest storm,
beside the train, beneath the bees which swarm
furled flaglike round the Cherry close at hand
whose branches full two hundred years have fanned, -
whose perfumed petals in pink uniform
pattern the path in puzzle-picture form.
Upon the play boat, children, hand in hand
heedless of Time’s march, unruly play,
re-enacting pirate roles. Life’s farce
around them they ignore, nor cares display,
impervious to ciphered hour-glass.
Beside the playground, blinkered adults pass,
obey the sign: - “No walking on the grass! ”
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Temper (II)
It cannot be. Where is that mighty joy,
Which just now took up all my heart?
Lord, if thou must needs use thy dart,
Save that, and me; or sin for both destroy.
The grosser world stand to thy word and art;
But thy diviner world of grace
Thou suddenly dost raise and race,
And ev'ry day a new Creator art
O fix thy chair of grace, that all my powers
May also fix their reverence:
For when thou dost depart from hence,
They grow unruly, and sit in thy bowers.
Scatter, or bind them all to bend to thee:
Though elements change, and heaven move,
Let not thy higher Court remove,
But keep a standing Majesty in me.
poem by George Herbert
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There is nothing really ever to fear
Fear is regression
regression is pain
pain turns sweet sunshine into bitter rain
take my hand my dear
for there is nothing to fear
Fear is anguish
anguish is sorrow
sorrow is but a deep hole so hollow
let this not be the end of me
hold me tight and set me free
oh embrace me so close, so near
for there is nothing really ever to fear
Fear is destruction
destruction is chaos
chaos is a cynical and unruly boss
that can become your surpressive master
do not let fear take control
of the every corner of your innocent soul
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poem by Allen Steble
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There is nothing really ever to fear
Fear is regression
regression is pain
pain turns sweet sunshine into bitter rain
take my hand my dear
for there is nothing to fear
Fear is anguish
anguish is sorrow
sorrow is but a deep hole so hollow
let this not be the end of me
hold me tight and set me free
oh embrace me so close, so near
for there is nothing really ever to fear
Fear is destruction
destruction is chaos
chaos is a cynical and unruly boss
that can become your surpressive master
do not let fear take control
of the every corner of your innocent soul
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poem by Allen Steble
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Jetty
Like a jagged boney finger,
a rampart creating tranquility.
Extending from land’s end,
isolating calm from tossing sea.
Times, from Nature grown
others from arduous labor, created.
A welcome sight in long glass eye,
answer to petition, mariners often prayed.
Within its boundaries, stillness abides.
Winds fall away to soft breeze.
Unruly swell shall be calmed,
seafarer secured from tempestuous seas.
Licking and healing its wounds,
in quiet lagoon spent ship will rest.
Safe from the tossing and tumult,
suffering from angry sea’s worst.
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poem by Kurt Hearth
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Good and Bad Children
Children, you are very little,
And your bones are very brittle;
If you would grow great and stately,
You must try to walk sedately.
You must still be bright and quiet,
And content with simple diet;
And remain, through all bewild'ring,
Innocent and honest children.
Happy hearts and happy faces,
Happy play in grassy places--
That was how in ancient ages,
Children grew to kings and sages.
But the unkind and the unruly,
And the sort who eat unduly,
They must never hope for glory--
Theirs is quite a different story!
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poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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