Quotes about arguing, page 9
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It is time to be reunited and be in each others presence.
For it has been months since time has been spent together.
So lets go on a roadtrip to a place that we call home.
Although, I will only be there for five days.
Lets make every moment count.
No arguing but laughter and happiness being spread across the car.
Now on aboard to home sweet home.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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The Return of the Soldier
Lady when I left you
Ere I sailed the sea,
Bitterly bereft you
Told me you would be.
Frequently and often
When I fought the foe,
How my heart would soften,
Pitying your woe!
Still, throughout my yearning,
It was my belief,
That my mere returning
Would annul your grief.
Arguing ex parte,
Maybe you can tell
Why I find your heart A.
W.O.L.
poem by Franklin P. Adams
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Face Veil
Face veil to Racism
Issues where
Every hyperbolic.
Weaving the body
With statements and bids.
The folks senses get up
And light up those dull souls when.?
Arguing with dark facts
Freedom she can speak
else folk can listen.
O! musculine
Throw your
feminine coversation of....
Elivate your mind
With more freedom-But
Be sure in civilized
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poem by Syed Ali Sagar
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Escape
Escape
Escape
That one word resonates in my mind
I need an escape a reprieve from
All this energy surrounding me
Escape
Escape
I want to be let out for awhile
To be free and alone
To do what I want without interference
Escape
Escape
I don't wanna hear arguing
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poem by Autumn Winds
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Destroyed by Ambiguity
Destroyed by ambiguity.
Distrusting of self...
And disappointed by decisions.
Nothing in nature
Had been distressed like this.
Until progress came along,
To drive humanity into fits!
Employed to sustain confusion.
Correctness is best...
When it is confessed in protest.
And even then...
No one bets to win!
Better off arguing the high costs,
Of medical care and skyrocketing prescriptions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coffin’s Argument
The argument started from enigmas,
Yesterday they sprout, today is a collection.
One met a stage and trouble,
One was sometimes in stupor and wrong.
The argument commences and embeds
The principles so hard and heavy.
One is today a log or rock of infancy,
Opening a coffin of horror and seeing death.
This arguing will bring misfortune
To the sons and daughters,
It will admire us when young.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Things Were Born So Simple Please Do Not Complicate Them
eggs white
a hen keeps them warm
with its feathers
and patience
looking at the busy
worms in the garden
the ants as usual
are not arguing with
the grasshoppers
it is a sunny day
and nothing spoils it
with words
except this one
building stanzas
word upon word
like a tower of babel
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Have Patience
there is so much noise
on the surface of things
like a very shallow river
its waters always arguing
with all the rocks
and even with the peebles
it lashes its tongue
on every bank that
it passess
without
listening
farther away is the wisdom
of silence
the patience of the depths
and its dangers
to swallow those who
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stunned By The Show Of It
They wanted him to take action.
They wanted him to express an accountability.
And in the process,
Voices of opposition are raised...
Against his policies.
So unaccustomed to effective leadership...
Or witnessing how it is done.
People are stunned by the show of it.
Believing prolonged irrational debates,
Is the only way conflicts are won!
With a voting on who amongst those arguing,
Had come to impress and had been better dressed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Roger Heston
Oh many times did Ernest Hyde and I
Argue about the freedom of the will.
My favorite metaphor was Prickett's cow
Roped out to grass, and free you know as far
As the length of the rope.
One day while arguing so, watching the cow
Pull at the rope to get beyond the circle
Which she had eaten bare,
Out came the stake, and tossing up her head,
She ran for us.
"What's that, free-will or what?" said Ernest, running.
I fell just as she gored me to my death.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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