I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.—William Tecumseh Sherman
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"I love to watch the hot-air balloons dance across the sky."
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I was in an interview for a job many moons ago, and the interviewer after the meeting states, so you are one of those philosophical peoples here are one of my quotes on that note..read my poem Live your dream.
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- Even curses turn into boons when one performs duties with pure dedication -
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- Monsoons are not permanent -
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Before you judge
a man for his sins
be sure to trudge
many moons in his moccasins.
(Native American proverb, translation by Michael R. Burch, keywords/tags: judgement, anti-bullying, tolerance, understanding, sympathy, words of wisdom)
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Old pantaloons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to feel
that which they long most to steal.
Old panty loons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to steal
that which they long most to feel.
('Old Pantaloons' an Extended Chiasmus by Michael R. Burch)
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"Living by the Sun's Radiances'
and "Loving by The Moons, Ways."
- William Darnell Sr
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I used to watch a lot of cartoons, now all I have to do is turn on the nightly news
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with sips of champagne
she spoons down the poem
in bits and pieces
leaving something of herself
unfettered between the lines
.. mine
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