Quotes about use, page 7
Panaghoy (english 'Wailing')
What's the use
of having all the riches in the world
if there is no one
to share it with.
What's the use
of attaining the highest honor
if there is no one
I can offer to.
What's the use
of having a golden voice
if no one
listens to it.
What's the use
of all my poems
if no one
recites them.
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poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Misery
What use I remember
For the pain is as clearly as it happens
What use I know
For the rage is as burning as it ignited
Whose dream now that I'd destroy?
Whose heart that shattered apart?
What use I learn
For the knowledge is tasted like grain of dust
What use I find
For the truth is tearing my perfect mask
Whose love that I sabotage?
Whose road that I cross over?
What use I protect
For the reason I should do is gone
What use I fight
For faith is blurred in front my eyes
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Sticky Fingerprints
How can you take what is mine,
Away from me?
And excuse that act,
As something that you do?
I've heard of those addicted,
Do the same thing too!
And not care a bit about,
Who they choose to screw.
And you do it to me,
Like I'm a fool to use.
But I am not the one...
You can use and abuse.
How can you lie and fake,
Honesty and trust?
When your sticky fingerprints,
Are slick with each touch.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Do You Use That Accusing Tool
Slam!
Feisty baby!
Ka'bam!
Feisty baby!
Shazam!
Feisty baby!
Why do you use,
That accusing tool.
Slam!
Feisty baby!
Ka'bam!
Feisty baby!
Shazam!
Feisty baby!
Why do you use,
That accusing tool.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What's The Need To Save For A Rainy Day?
What's the need to save for a rainy day?
Or keep good dishes to look at,
And never use.
Just to look at...
And never ever use.
To collect good stuff that has never been touched?
Makes little sense when no one visits much,
To appreciate what's valued but does collect dust.
And when those gold trimmed cups begin to rust up,
Who then would wish to sip...
From a cup used that could be chipped on their visit?
I would rather lick tea from a bowl if I knew this.
Whoever got a benefit without a taking of a risk?
Whoever took a risk and not received a benefit?
Just to look at and to never use 'something'...
Like a covering of chairs to plastic wrap,
Who can sit comfortably on top of that?
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There You Are Behind To Follow
Whatever to you is said,
There you are behind to follow.
Whatever to you is read,
There you are behind to follow.
You don't even use your head.
Instead it might as well be dead.
Nothing in it is prepared.
And you show you don't care.
Whatever to you is said,
There you are behind to follow.
Whatever to you is read,
There you are behind to follow.
You don't even use your head.
Instead it might as well be dead.
Whatever to you is said,
You show you don't really care.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Personal Best
There is a question controversial,
About the use of stimulants artificial,
By the sporting athletes, their performance,
In the sporting arena to enhance.
Sports icon Lance Armstrong,
Was stripped of his titles as wrong,
When the Tour de France cycling event he won,
For a record of seven times in a run.
He beat the malady-Cancer-with drugs,
And when his tests proved positive for drugs,
His fan-following world wide were shocked,
And all cancer patients with ire were up cocked.
All sports organizations consider the drugs unethical,
As they are subversive of fair play on a field level.
In sports the Olympic Motto is writ larger,
As CITIUS, ALTIUS, FORTIUS (faster, higher, stronger)
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poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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People Claim They Want More Peace
Agonistic balled up fists,
Shown by those too argumentive...
Are accustomed to conflicts,
And...
Should be left alone.
Agonistic balled up fists,
Shown by those too argumentive...
Are accustomed to conflicts,
And...
Should not be condoned.
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
Or nor are they quick thinkers,
With solutions that resolve...
That will result in benefits.
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maybe Not Today But When That Medication Fades
I use to feel so bad about it.
I use to get so mad and doubt it.
When conversations turned to age.
And who had looks they thought would stay.
I use to feel so bad about it.
I use to feel so mad and doubt it!
When conversations turned to age.
And who had looks they thought would stay!
Right now,
I'm a little proactive than the rest.
Right now,
When I walk outside I'm there to exercise...
With a steadied pacing of determined steps.
And right now chronologically,
Nobody's getting younger.
And even those stunning....
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Tu mettrais l'univers entier dans ta ruelle (You Would Take The Whole World To Bed With You)
Tu mettrais l'univers entier dans ta ruelle,
Femme impure! L'ennui rend ton âme cruelle.
Pour exercer tes dents à ce jeu singulier,
Il te faut chaque jour un coeur au râtelier.
Tes yeux, illuminés ainsi que des boutiques
Et des ifs flamboyants dans les fêtes publiques,
Usent insolemment d'un pouvoir emprunté,
Sans connaître jamais la loi de leur beauté.
Machine aveugle et sourde, en cruautés féconde!
Salutaire instrument, buveur du sang du monde,
Comment n'as-tu pas honte et comment n'as-tu pas
Devant tous les miroirs vu pâlir tes appas?
La grandeur de ce mal où tu te crois savante
Ne t'a donc jamais fait reculer d'épouvante,
Quand la nature, grande en ses desseins cachés
De toi se sert, ô femme, ô reine des péchés,
— De toi, vil animal, — pour pétrir un génie?
Ô fangeuse grandeur! sublime ignominie!
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