Quotes about feign, page 8
Eloped
For freely given
Is the affections of a tart, feign!
Eavesdrops, as a ‘nympho' called virgin
Fridi on an elope with another within
De ja vu! !
In this moment ever before been
Oh fragile heart…
…known and deliberately broken
Journey to the centre of the earth in time forgotten
A beautiful world by love driven
‘'Bliss within, and bliss I'm in''
Her place on the Lune in Dubai taken
In love ever?
Or so with ease a heart weaken
Prints by the beach vague in lane
Grateful; from this mare awaken
poem by Nicholas Boateng
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Past Valentines
Today raise a toast
To the past valentines' ghosts
In your heart still they thrive
Now somebody's mother, somebody's wives
Can you recollect all their names?
The ones with whom you played love games
Do you in life's race pause a while
Remember a face or a fleeting smile
Or you consider your actions were silly
Now that you have your own family
Maybe they have carved a place in your heart
Times fly away but memories don't depart.
Today in honour of them raise a toast or two
Don't feign surprise and say, 'Margarita, who? '
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Kind are her answers,
Kind are her answers,
But her performance keeps no day;
Breaks time, as dancers
From their own music when they stray.
All her free favours and smooth words,
Wing my hopes in vain.
O did ever voice so sweet but only feign?
Can true love yield such delay,
Converting joy to pain?
Lost is our freedom,
When we submit to women so:
Why do we need them
When, in their best they work our woe?
Can alter ends, by Fate prefixed.
O why is the good of man with evil mixed?
Never were days yet called two,
But one night went betwixt.
poem by Thomas Campion
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Corporate World
As long as you let the naked truth serve as your guide,
You’ll have enemies up the ladder on every side.
The corporate world is changing and may never be the same,
Though what won’t change is that it will always be a game.
Hard work and integrity might be essential for success,
But telling it like it is sure to cause you or someone stress.
Always remember it’s not you, but the corporate point of view.
Get to know who’s on top and at least feign high regard,
Never forgetting that they hold the future of your salary card.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Medical Virginity
I undress each month for my doctor
and he either feigns disinterest
or is blind to what he sees.
This is a particular kind of intimacy;
one where I undress on demand
and he looks
but does not see.
I turn,
wanting some acknowledgment
that he sees me
wants me.
But he does not acknowledge my need.
He touches me then
in intimate spots
and I feign
not feeling his hands
which he pre-warms just for me
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Sylvia Is Dead
all the stages are for her,
she burned her head whole
inside an oven and she keeps the
riddles of the nine syllables
crisp, and firm, and creepy
that is sylvia's best
and look
here comes the rest,
they follow.
intense, so so intense.
painful death and deadly poetry.
my soul rises to the 7th heaven.
i, am, too,
intense, like, you, too, two, the
two of you,
intensity lost
recovered
in a minute or so, so so intense.
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Prejudice
The fire that grasps and coffin confines
the last breath at the final countdown
of life vanquish not on one deceptive,
feign hedge where the vociferous
claims from one vivarium beholds
no testimony of the infinite truth
which hides, hides beneath the inner
particle of genuine, fine matter
where moral degradation of humanity
on undissolved superciliousness
not offer any promise to foster
the ultimate truth in its precise
true modulation and finally
on the fatal end of mankind
truth dies as a silent victim of prejudice..
10/12/2008
poem by Rema Prasanaa
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Poem: In rhyme
I know I am quite sane!
I know, I am a boon, not bane;
Yet, every now and then, I get the cane!
Still, I can't hold God in disdain;
Many who I meet can well feign!
But, what have they tried to gain?
The wheel of Life must turn again;
Sometimes, I end up in a lane!
Love of God is my ambition main;
Sometimes, God gives me intense pain;
Will not the scorching Sun be followed by rain?
My sufferings make me more sane;
My sinful desires are on the wane;
From committing more sins, I try to refrain;
And the devils, I try not to entertain!
poem by John Celes
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On Your Pillow
On your pillow
Indent made
Shower running
There I laid
Sleepily
I stretched my limbs
And smiled as now
my act begins
I did feign
Unconsciousness
And breathed so deeply
As you dressed
I waited
as you fumbled blind
To see if you would
Still be kind
And gently plant
A morning kiss
Not try to wake me
From this bliss
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poem by Stevie Taite
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Holy Sonnet 8
If faithful souls be alike glorified
As angels, then my father's soul doth see,
And adds this even to full felicity,
That valiantly I hell's wide mouth o'erstride.
But if our minds to these souls be descried
By circumstances, and by signs that be
Apparent in us not immediately,
How shall my mind's white truth by them be tried?
They see idolatrous lovers weep and mourn,
And stile blasphemous conjurers to call
On Jesu's name, and pharisaical
Dissemblers feign devotion. Then turn,
O pensive soul, to God, for He knows best
Thy grief, for He put it into my breast.
poem by John Donne from Holy Sonnets
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