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Dear guys, is confidence a personality trait?,
No it is a skill that can be acquired or cultivated, It is an inner knowledge that you are capable,
Believe in yourself and your abilities please, Our aim in life is not merely to live,
But we have to thrive success in our life, The success is determined by the confidence, Believe confidence, you are half way to success, With confidence we have won the race of life, If we have no confidence,we are twice defeated, Confidence skill may be learned or practised, Nothing can be done without self- confidence, Napoleon Bonaparte was exiled on St.Elba, It was impossible for him to escape from the island, He believed his hope and self -confidence, Finally he escaped and ruled France for a hundred days, Alexander, the great had overconfidence in his life, He wanted to establish a universal Kingdom, His technique was purely a self -help method, That taught us how to use our mind and body, Be like the Phoenix, an immortal bird, It symbolises life life after the death, We must have the ability to overcome impossibilities, Arise, awoke and not stop till the goal is reached.
~It Is Time~
(The Monotetra)
Time just arrives, and time just goes
And leaves right under our noses
Time is made of, all memories
And it just flows, and it just flows
There is no time for us to lose
With time we can never presume
Time brings us happiness or gloom
And time resumes, and time resumes
Time can be sad, time can be fun
And fills hours right under the sun
Without time nothing can be done
And we can't run, and we can't run
Time is yest'rday, time is today
And time is here for you, me, pray
Accept it, no more to do, yea
Time is to stay, time is to stay.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
November.04.2015
Distances make us cry....
But these distances teach us substantiality and give us the art of sacrifice......
not just now but even more and more times the thought of distances come to your alley to make you bitterly cry.....
even in a dream distances harry......
not the work but The distances make you weary.....
yearn remains but nothing can be done, this is the irony.....
the more you escape from distances, the more you find distances near your alley.....
distances gives us a reason to love harder and creat circumstances where you laugh beside cry.....
Your competence define how much you outstay because distances are odyssey and remains throughout the life and this is the bitter truth of life.
Betwixt and between
Sadness and mirth
Happy but sad
For dear Mother Earth
Feeling sorry for
Adding to the mess
Not really aware
Of my part I confess
Betwixt and between
Feel guilty at times
Having so much
While others are crying
The worldwide problem
Of hunger and disease
Is difficult to remedy
Impossible to ease
Betwixt and between
I sit here and cry
'Bout the inequality
Don't understand why
Do we throw up our hands
Say nothing can be done
Go on and forget it
Just enjoying the sun
Betwixt and between
Filled with sadness and love
Gotta keep on trying
Between conjecture and classification there is
observation, experiment, data (collection and analysis),
statistics, calculus, and a good guess
about God's intentions - probabilities, fractals, chaos and complexity.
This is the thunderous city.
The form of the poem, the rhyme.
Form cannot be first if you want to reach high artistic levels, since
you are then bound by form, and that form is very often a
betrayal of reality.
Yet I find I am attracted all the time
to philosophies in short skirts, jewels and eyes lined with kohl.
I love where her legs lead, to her very soul.
Three women hike by under an umbrella in a winter rain. Two men side
by side run in rhythm.
An oil truck takes the hill in low steady gear.
My old Marine, 89, died last night without anxiety or fear.
May I overcome my pain enough to reach the place where the deer lay
down their bones
and, like them, die alone.
When making an axe handle, the pattern is not far off.
The purpose of school is to introduce us to the world's innumerable
wonders.
The periodic table, World Wars I and II, Huckleberry Finn and Jim.
But soft,
what light through yonder window breaks?
It is a billion trillion nuclear detonations per second without which
nothing can be done or faked.
The temple bell stops, but the sound still comes out of the flowers.
Forests and the composite species will be nameless. Genetic prowess,
receiving the sacrament, performing Lohengrin from the Great American
Songbook,
the look of love in all the wrong places, facebook,
fakebooks, folios of old family photos on or in pianos.
When we took Pop-Pop off the ventilator,
we put him in a refrigerator.
He stopped eating, he stopped breathing. Circle with a dot.
He had his dream, he'd rowed his boat.
Organic computers using polymerase and qubits came later.
Tick tack on the wall,
Knocking all the wall,
Scaring us all,
Muscling the muscles,
Muscling the morsels in us,
Quickening the finest deep,
The hidden gold of gold,
A dignity of labour,
How loyal and diligent you are,
Precious and precarious,
Dangerous and conspicuous.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!
Running without waiting for anybody,
How impatient could man be,
In your sound you keep man,
In haste at everydawn,
Thou hath in the haste of full dawn,
Desperately desperate,
Anxiously anxious,
Wisely wise are we and you
Preciously precious,
Nothing can be done without you that's obivously obvious.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!
We chose to choose you,
Working to work with you,
Falling to fall with you,
No time no food,
No time no suite,
No time no cheat,
No time no shift,
No time no me,
there is set time for everything,
Mama use to say,
Patience is virtue of time,
that's the way whichever way.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!
I love you so and
I want you to know
That the care I feel is deep
I won't let you be alone.
I see you struggle as you
Force on smiles through the pain
But it feels like hope's in vain!
You're stuck in the center
Of what's supposed to help.
It's doing nothing useful
Nothing to benefit your health!
It seems that sleep is a luxury
Of it deprived are you...
This is a carers point of view!
( Chorus )
I know you tell me nothing can be done
That illness takes its toll on everyone
And it's merely a process that comes with age
When abilities start to fade...
Arthritis is rife
Part of the norm in your life
Frustration will flare
With no energy there.
If I had the power
I'd take all your ills away
In a heartbeat
Right away!
( Chorus )
I know you cling to the hope
Of a better time
When the quality of health
Won't be on the decline.
Your faith and trust
In the promises made
Is how you cope with trials today.
If I could
I'd swap my youth, my health
And carry all of your
Agonies myself.
The things you really need
I cannot do for you...
This is a carers point of view.
A distant relative of mine passed away yesterday. Although it was not my duty still I feel had I kept her with me and served her in her end days, she would have been happy. I feel guilty.
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All those around you,
Neighborhood people, friends
Your near and dear ones
Treat them with respect
Talk nicely, be polite, never fight
Accept all as they are, adjust
Even if others are bad to you, be good
Do your duty to the best of ability
Never do tit for tat
Try not to sin
Be helpful
If you follow the above
You will have a clear conscience, peaceful, calm mind
You will feel good about yourself
Death can come to anybody, any moment
If that happens to someone known to you
You will have no guilt in mind
You will feel I was good
I did my duties to the best of my abilities
You will live a life of no regrets
Otherwise regret is lifelong...
Before death all good can be done
AFTER DEATH NOTHING CAN BE DONE!!
Seeing others doing harmful things,
excessively drinking and using hard drugs,
I say this road is the wisest one
a very prudent individual could ever take,
hoping that nobody will lay flowers
on that spot, where a horrible crash may occur.
Perhaps I've been too cautious...
when it comes to save what I hold most precious,
not afflicting useless pain on my body;
only praying to God to safeguard me.
This afternoon, I visited my niece Crystal in Elmurst Hospital,
as she and her four friends were involved in a bad accident;
the driver, who had a legal alchool level in her blood, crashed
into a light pole last Sunday morning; were they all drinking?
That's a mere speculation, but this kind of behavior is common
among teenagers; Asia, the driver of the car, is into a coma slowing improving.
Crystal has a broken leg and fractured pelvis, begging nurses for help;
and she is in acute pain and can hardly breath. Elisabeth is on a respirator...
due to a blood clot traveling to her lungs; the other two girls have minor injuries.
What does it take for irresponsible drivers not to be under the influence....
avoiding the mourning of a dear one, or even losing their own life?
Not many folks will heed this message...until they face death,
and nothing can be done to prevent them from diying.
Trongs of visitors crowd the hall, to inquire about their condition;
they hear their agony and are unable to help...ah, if they ever could!
So will you take that path which is the wisest one to avoid a possible tragedy,
or continue defying fate until its awfully late to enjoy a full life?
Their parents are as helpeless as I, but our faith makes hope grow...
that these kids will finally understand that a second chance is not given to all.
This horrible accident happened in Woodhaven, Queens, NY on August 15, 2010.
Love has been described as a battlefield as it can leave us with scars that can be seen and unseen by others.
Especially when the notes are singing in harmony.
A Harmony that is purely Bella to the fall of the first winter snow.
Snow that calms the hot ground from the heat that escaped the summer and landed into late Autumn.
Both forms of love are based on the unity of love.
Cold and hot cannot exist without one another.
Even when they oppose one another they are still brought together by the Melody and Harmony of music and life.
They are the love born of constant sadness and perseverance of truth.
They come from the unity of two that have different backgrounds that were meant to unify for a complete bliss that begins with four angels, and ends with more bliss.
Nothing can be done as all of the Gods, including the one that is the chief of all has ordained it!