True life is lived when tiny changes occur.
quote by Leo Tolstoy
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Valentine's Day
Oh! I wish I were a tiny browny bird from out the south,
Settled among the alder-holts, and twittering by the stream;
I would put my tiny tail down, and put up my tiny mouth,
And sing my tiny life away in one melodious dream.
I would sing about the blossoms, and the sunshine and the sky,
And the tiny wife I mean to have in such a cosy nest;
And if some one came and shot me dead, why then I could but die,
With my tiny life and tiny song just ended at their best.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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The Sense Of The Sleight-Of-Hand Man
One's grand flights, one's Sunday baths,
One's tootings at the weddings of the soul
Occur as they occur. So bluish clouds
Occurred above the empty house and the leaves
Of the rhododendrons rattled their gold,
As if someone lived there. Such floods of white
Came bursting from the clouds. So the wind
Threw its contorted strength around the sky.
Could you have said the bluejay suddenly
Would swoop to earth? It is a wheel, the rays
Around the sun. The wheel survives the myths.
The fire eye in the clouds survives the gods.
To think of a dove with an eye of grenadine
And pines that are cornets, so it occurs,
And a little island full of geese and stars:
It may be the ignorant man, alone,
Has any chance to mate his life with life
That is the sensual, pearly spuse, the life
That is fluent in even the wintriest bronze.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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Sheltered Life
Never been to london, never been to france
Never was sorry never learned to dance
Never walked down to 42nd street and frairs
Never smoked any filtered air
Guess its true what all the people say
Gonna have to mend my old time ways, yeah
I guess its true, guess, Ive lived a sheltered life
Never walked about on the streets at night
Never got into an uptown fight
Never smoked a hookah, never saw a rug
Couldnt even squash a beetle bug
Guess its true Im gonna have to change my ways
Guess its true what all the people say, yeah
I know its true, guess, Ive lived a sheltered life
Never went to parties in a chauffeured car
Never wore a top hat cause I wont get far
Never learned to handle all the things that Ive seen
Maybe Ill grow up to be big and mean
Guess its true what all the people say
Gonna have to change my old fashioned ways, well
I guess its true, guess, Ive lived a sheltered life
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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If I Lived One More LIfe... I Would
If I lived one more life
I would melt by the gentle sight of you
I would believe that your love is true
I would erase my fake intention
I would hold back all my foolish emotion
If I lived one more life
I would read all yr colorful envelopes
I would never burn your words of hopes
I would cherish your banner on the wall
I would make sure it will never fall
If I lived one more life
I would pick up your call night & days
I would guarantee your mind not decays
I would let my door open at all time
I would safe your sanity to prevent any crime
If I lived one more life
I would stand before you on my knee
I would beg your family to forgive me
I would plead to share your torture
I would fight to bring back your future
If I lived one more life
I would endure all your hate
I would accept you as my fate
I would strive to give you the best of me
I would die in your arms and be happy
If I lived one more life … I would
Dedicated to D.N.R – It’s been 14 years… This is my apology, I mean every word.
poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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Three Cute Tiny Angry Ants
Three cute tiny angry ants
All who lived in tiny Paris, France;
They got hungry one day
Went to the barn for hay,
Then climbed into the cow's underpants!
poem by Heather Schroer
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There Once Was A Tiny Girl
there once
was a tiny girl
who grew up
in this world
there once
was a tiny girl
who cried herself to sleep
every night
there once
was a tiny girl
who wore the same dress
every day
there once
was a tiny girl
who wouldn't go out
and play
there once
was a tiny girl
who would bleed and have bruises
from head to toe
there once
was a tiny girl
who begged
daddy, please no more
there once
was a tiny girl
who the angels
heard her prayer
they came down
and took her
to a better place
where that tiny girl
found love
instead of hate
by: crystal sonier
age: 15
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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Nimrod
There were brave men, some one has truly said,
Before Atrides (those were mostly dead
Behind him) and ere you could e'er occur
Actaeon lived, Nimrod and Bahram-Gur.
In strength and speed and daring they excelled:
The stag they overtook, the lion felled.
Ah, yes, great hunters flourished before you,
And-for Munchausen lived-great talkers too.
There'll be no more; there's much to kill, but-well,
_You_ have left nothing in the world to tell!
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Shes Got A Cause
She was all alone
She looked round and around
Forever searching
Incessant drudgery
But she had that someone wrapped up in a box
Sticking pins and needles through the tiny cracks
She had someone she owned
And its hard to confess
I was that someone
And she could care less
Shes got (shes got)
A cause (she thinks she has)
A cause
Okay...
Least I have my address
In her stranglehold
Lived my life around her
And I lived my life as I was told
Had me coming and going and coming and going like a toy
Turned me from a man into a sniveling little boy
Shes got (shes got)
A cause (she thinks she has)
song performed by by Ministry
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So Much Life Longing For More Life
SO MUCH LIFE LONGING FOR MORE LIFE
So much life longing for more life
Wanting to live so much
To feel to experience to know to enjoy to love.
So much life
Others have lived
So much life
I would have lived.
And the life I have lived?
More than I can know or understand
So much of it gone forever.
And all the longing and all the memories
And all the love,
Where is it now?
I have lived so much
And never lived enough
And want to live too much more
And know I will never live enough
And know I have lived so much much more
Than I will ever know again.
Life and more life,
Longing and more longing,
Life- Please God-
Not Death.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I've Lived My Life
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
I left the country for the city thought I was smart but I was silly
I should have known I'd get in trouble being so green
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
I met a boy and learned to love him I would have done anything for him
I've loved him more than anything I've ever seen
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
Only eighteen but it's all over I ruined my life to please my lover
I made him happy he made me cry then said goodbye
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
Only eighteen but it's all over...
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The New Story In Town...
they thought
all of them that no man can ever step on the moon
this is outrageous!
impossible!
they all think
love never blooms in the world of soldier ants
those that are
hungry for themselves
that night there lived a writer
somewhere in those misty hills
i do not know
whether he is talking about himself
or someone else
but it is a fact now
the characters are true
and still alive
they who raised violets in the desert
one moonless night
they put a star
their last hope
that morning
a tiny flower blooms
so tiny
that it escapes the attention of camels
and their riders
from where waters rise into the sky
building a new river
majority of course
despite having drank a glass full
still
do not signify belief
they all claim
we are still asleep...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tiny Drop
Waste of Tiny, Tiny Water Drops.
Always Trigger my Conscious Thoughts.
A Tiny Water Drop can make a Sapling Laugh
Tiny, Tiny water Drops can get you sweet Pod.
Tiny, Tiny Water Drops can make a Plant to Stand
As a Tree, This can give Shelter to a Lot.
Because of Waste of Tiny, Tiny water Drops
Many lives have become short.
So try to save even tiny water Drop, Which will
Get you Heartily Laugh.
poem by Narendra Kuppan
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Life And Song.
'If life were caught by a clarionet,
And a wild heart, throbbing in the reed,
Should thrill its joy and trill its fret,
And utter its heart in every deed,
'Then would this breathing clarionet
Type what the poet fain would be;
For none o' the singers ever yet
Has wholly lived his minstrelsy,
'Or clearly sung his true, true thought,
Or utterly bodied forth his life,
Or out of life and song has wrought
The perfect one of man and wife;
'Or lived and sung, that Life and Song
Might each express the other's all,
Careless if life or art were long
Since both were one, to stand or fall:
'So that the wonder struck the crowd,
Who shouted it about the land:
`His song was only living aloud,
His work, a singing with his hand!''
poem by Sidney Lanier
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This Is Your Life
I lived part of my life
Being scared of my dreams
Everytime someone asks
What Im shooting for in life
I would hide my true feelings
And when I spoke up to my friends
They made fun of my dreams
So when times got too rough
I would think back on one thing
My mama would say to me
Chorus:this is your life, live it your own way
Forces of evil struck back and forth
Throughout my younger days,
Because I would listen
And care what other people would say
Like a four letter word
I ignored the whole world
And built my own tiny world with respect
But it took time to relate
What my momma would say time after time again, she said:
Chorus
Chorus
song performed by by En Vogue
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Life Alone
How does one justify a life lived alone
How does one love if they have never been shown
A life lived alone is a life lived in vain
A life lived alone has very little to gain
Why would anyone choose to live this way
Why would anyone choose to be alone everyday
Is it living alone a shy reality to blame
Is it living alone yet another of societys shame
I stand here alone with a tear in my eye
I stand here alone and wish to understand why.
'closing thought'
A singles life can have its moments of pleasure
But a family life is filled with memories to treasure
poem by Gordon Jerome
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A Life Is Lived The Way It Is Lived
A LIFE IS LIVED THE WAY IT IS LIVED
A life is lived the way it is lived
I did what I did
And made mistakes
Maybe most of it was a mistake
I don’t know.
I told myself always
The one thing I would never do
Is regret.
Regrets I don’t have
But the tone of regret now touches all I do
And some deep sadness says
‘I should not have failed so much.’
G-d who gave me this one life
And so much time
And so much opportunity
G-d who gave me my chance truly.
Can I blame You,
If I did not make it?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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14 Thousand Eggs
now i am that chicken
that lays all those fourteen thousand eggs,
this small chicken
has tiny feathers
it cannot fly away but
it cannot lay its butt upon all these
fourteen thousand eggs
it is sad,
these fourteen thousand eggs
shall not hatch
how i wish i can hear the songs of
fourteen thousand chicks
what can their tiny voices be
to God? to those higher skies?
what cant they be?
shall they be angelic like those seraphims and cherubmims?
or shall they be the sounds of wailing
of grieving widows
of dissatisfied workers
of disappointed humanity
of men and women loveless upon the tracks of life
of children abandoned
of marriages in shackles and shattering
soon i shall retrace
what i have said
open the pages of this journal
and find out again
what life is,
if i have lived in
vain.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There is no need to sally forth, for it remains true that those things which make us human are, curiously enough, always close at hand. Resolve then, that on this very ground, with small flags waving and tiny blasts of tiny trumpets, we have met the enemy, and not only may he be ours, he may be us.
quote by Walt Kelly
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Theatre
To keep a man alive in the theatre,
You need those who laugh to laugh,
You must be a play, and an acting
That lives with the very life you create.
Once the act begins you must perform
And out-endure the others, or die.
Will you answer the questions of the playwright?
His mysteries are unsolved by you.
To keep a man and show him the role,
His eyes light up and give you a secret look -
A sight of wonder, a real funny sight.
What is the choice of the director really like?
He, the director of worth, is selling you a secret:
Really you're good, you're real good.
What is the point of sentences that do not show the action?
Dialogue can occur and selling tickets begins.
You have money, now, and a reputation
For the very finest roles and occasions.
Dialogue can occur, and more auditions.
Your life is again the same as childhood.
Adults do not confer such as this,
As many more shall sit at home and watch,
Or shall they skip television, the good old box,
And see the stageplay, on a platform in a theatre.
True plays are sensed by Some
Not many.
poem by Naveed Akram
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0005 'what Is There To Live For?
and you asked this question
half-privately, half publicly, (so there's some hope then?)
but we, knowing alas your high intelligence,
must pause, reflect, before we answer you...
we could just say, in our severest tones -
that question comes from a nowhere, no-time place
where ignorance is loved, and knowledge is denied..
I'd say, off the cuff, damn you, do just what you like...
you'll do that anyway..
but if you want some words from me..
(who knows the power of words, despite
all evidence to the contrary?) -
some words about what you already know...
I'd say, the answer's in the shortest word
inside your question - 'is':
that tiny window in our life
between the past - that which has shaped your 'is' -
and future - which your 'is' will make for you;
that tiny window, which the gift of life
(and what else do we know of this?)
offers you through all your lived-in life -
gift, to be free; of past and future; simply be,
live in a world of free unselfishness,
be anything and everything, be what you wish -
or better still, be what unsullied life
continually offers you out of the blue...
Or you could count your blessings -
think as Mark has written, just so beautifully, to you...
you'll do just what you do, when all things have been said
and all things written down in words - damn you -
though I for one believe you far from damned..
I knocked upon your door - you didn't answer me;
so now I'm running round the back,
calling through that tiny window
of your very present life; and just to say,
you know yourself; know all the questions, all the answers; but
I'm here for you...and by the way, that ' I ' means we...
poem by Michael Shepherd
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