I am never wrong when it comes to my possibilities.
quote by Placido Domingo
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There is but one right, and the possibilities of wrong are infinite.
quote by Thomas Huxley
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It will always be the same possibilities, in sum or on the average, that go on repeating themselves until a man comes along who does not value the actuality above idea. It is he who first gives the new possibilities their meaning, their direction, and he awakens them.
quote by Robert Musil
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Chimes are the Wind
Chime’s are the Wind
“Chimes are the wind”, when it goes from Dawn to Twilight.
“Chimes are the wind”, when the sun goes down and the moon goes up.
“Chimes are the wind”, when the Ocean’s tidal waves splash the deep blue and the aqua
water and the tidal pools disappear.
“Chimes are the wind”, when the puffy white clouds cover the golden yellow sun.
“Chimes are the wind”, when the rain floods the river.
“Chimes are the wind”, when there’s a million possibilities.
“Chimes are the wind”, when there are no more possibilities to harm the world
when there’s such a peaceful place in the universe that there is so-many
possibilities there are endless possibilities.
By: Bella Martinez
poem by Bella Martinez
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So I'm looking to the saxophone as a resource which has its own unique set of possibilities. I'm looking to exploit them and develop them and have the fullest range of possibilities of the saxophone be known.
quote by Evan Parker
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Tangled Dreams
Your words tangle my thoughts,
Winding them together so tight,
Yet giving me the strength,
To imagine possibilities,
Possibilities my mind refuses,
To even spend two seconds of my time thinking of,
You entwine me into your web of hope,
Confused yet hopeful,
For the destiny awaiting me through this fog.
A fog cast only by you.
poem by Zoe Howarth
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Sonnet- Life Is Flexible
It is not wrong to make mistakes often;
It is not wrong to do blunders in life;
It is not wrong to see mishaps happen;
It is not wrong to panic 'midst your strife.
It is not wrong to be lazy some days;
It is not wrong to make decisions wrong;
It is not wrong to squander wealth some ways;
It is not wrong to love a thing for long.
It is not wrong to come late while bell chimes,
It is not wrong to selfish be, at times;
It is not wrong to envy some sometimes;
It is not wrong to sin too many times.
It is not wrong to err where others don't;
'Tis wrong to feel guilty when others won't.
poem by John Celes
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Snow White Was Prettier
Oh wicked step sister
What makes you think your so special?
What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier?
Claim to be the best,
but your like all the rest.
Using till their is no one left.
Choose him over him.
Oh the daily swim
Sex all the way.
Multiple partners.
Sometimes three a day.
Oh wicked step sister
What makes you think your so special?
What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier?
Hey is it your birthday?
I totally forgot and I don't even why.
Maybe it is because your little brother has never known you.
We have the same god damn father.
Sad to say.
But we are twisted in the same way.
Freaks of nature.
Lets get angry and throw all the furniture.
Oh wicked step sister
What makes you think your so special?
What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier?
Always got to bad mouth someone.
Each an every member of your family.
They have nothing but contempt for you.
But I never noticed
Cause I never even seen your face
Not a single day of my child hood.
Yet you think you know me well enough.
See that finger, yeah its not my thumb.
That's to you for ever thinking that I would be that dumb.
Oh wicked step sister
What makes you think your so special?
What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier?
Help?
You got be joking.
What have been smoking?
It has completely messed up your head.
Remember your little brother is dead.
He killed himself while you were looking the other way.
To busy fixating on a self reflection.
Excuse me but I think we need a little intervention.
Just look and see I've always been here.
Oh wicked step sister
What makes you think your so special?
What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier?
Oh now you notice
Now when I'm all grown.
Well have you ever heard that famous saying
Your on own.
Your saying you might be going to jail.
You say your getting evicted.
Well I already loss everybody I ever known
Where were you then.
To busy jumping to the next man.
You never could just stick with one.
Oh wicked step sister
What makes you think your so special?
What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier?
Now you blame the whole world
Like it is really their fault.
Your getting older.
And nobody wants the goods.
Well I'm sorry to tell you.
Marriage is the forever kind of thing.
And you already went through five.
I don't even know how you survived.
But now family matters.
Ugly is the persona you spread
With every rumor that hits the ground.
Over came from that fat mouth.
When you come my way I'm heading south.
I just don't believe in suicide.
Not when I have a choice.
Oh wicked step sister
What makes you think your so special?
What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier?
Oh wicked step sister
What makes you think your so special?
What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier?
Oh wicked step sister
What makes you think your so special?
What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Habent sua fata libelli
the destiny of books
always depends on the
reader,
the destiny of my poetry
depends
on the capacity of
the feeler
its rhythm its tone
and color
its scent
its ending
its lasting impression
its possibilities like your
possibilities
always a memory of those
whom we have
easily
buried in the realm of
forgetting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Maybe, Maybe
(mags)
Maybe you were joking
When you said tath you were walking out on me
Maybe, maybe
Maybe I was joking
When I said that I was running out on you
Maybe, maybe
I could be wrong, so wrong
I could be wrong, so wrong
Yes, I could be wrong
I dont know, but its been said
Decisions travel far from heart to head
Maybe, maybe
Maybe it was over
When you chuked me out the rover at full speed
Maybe, maybe
I could be wrong, so wrong
I could be wrong, so wrong
Yes, I could be so wrong
song performed by by A-Ha
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Say It. I Dare You
'There is not an 'if' or 'maybe' in possibilities.
Opportunities can be overlooked...
By those sitting with a wish for them to come.
And the ones ambitious,
Eventually are enriched and rewarded...
By their sacrifices!
Who said that? '
Well...
I did write it.
And I could swear I just heard you read it.
I could be wrong.
But I did see your lips move.
'You ever try stand up comedy? '
Not yet!
But you have given me thoughts about developing,
Ventriloquism.
You'd be a perfect...
'Say it.
I dare you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Finite Fusion Tuned Harmonic Interest
who can master possibilities of creation minds?
who can move into shift realm other dimensions?
who can hard contain a poem to its possibilities?
a poem not finished in moments of sense connections
which is key finite fusion of tuned harmonic interests
risks theme lost coherent interest in star burst minds
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Need Something Stronger
And I wrote my happiest songs
every child may joy to you
What's wrong?
nothing but the real
it is you that needed something stronger
I need something stronger...
If you have a problem don't hesitate to ask for assistance
What's wrong...
What's wrong?
nothing...
What's wrong...?
What's wrong...?
(What's wrong?)
Wha, wha, wha, wha, wha.....
Can you feel this?
What is that buzzing?
Are you now, or have you ever, moved slowly?
I need something stronger
?????
???????
(What's wrong...?)
(What's wrong...?)
What's wrong?
It's just a matter by you looking it, that's all...
song performed by by Unkle
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Why Be A Bukowski Or An Emily? They Are All Dead
hey friend, dear poet
why be an emily dickenson or a charles bukowski
or a walt whitman or an ezra pound
look man, they are all dead
they're great, they have given themselves
extraordinary fames
commensurate to their extraordinary works
but they are all dead
and they have no more possibilities
they are all impotents
and faded and (forgive the word)
gone, gone, gone, gone.
let them be but part of our memories,
nothing but maps, guides, to the roads that we must now
take,
ghosts, famous ghosts, but ghosts just the same,
spirits, their poems are here with us
as a legacy
but we are alive, we are the possibilities
we are more than miserable with our
search for meaning
our quest to justify our insignificances
these little cravings for light
and scent and color
these little lives we have
if true to our miseries
as they were true to theirs
we can even be more
than what they had in their own time
in their own lives
have become......
sail on man, sail on, in the ocean of possibilities
in the vast space of our potentialities
we can be ourselves, truly ourselves,
that to me,
is greatness enough
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poetic Aspects
My poetic aspects of life
Not black or white
Colorless, therefore colorful
Not right or wrong
Deprived of judgement
Just observant to the vast possibilities
Of knowing without thought
Limitless without ritual
A simulation of a child's imagination
In a mature manner
Not saddled with the necessity of doubt
poem by Kelvin Owusu
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Perspective Perception
new enticing concepts
laptop dancing principles
there were new so many
for complex imagery
camera obscura was one
sharp dim diffracted
images changing
perspective perception
“Perspective perception
is dwelling
upon possibilities”
“Perspective perception is dwelling upon possibilities”
Quotation quoted from Miroslava Odalovic.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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This I Tell With A Sigh
THERE IS a name
alright
they baptize us with
a name
we had no choice the
but to be born
and then die
if we must even if we
do not allow it
but in between this
spaciousness
of life and death
there is an existence
of myriad possibilities
that give us
a sense of freedom
i am at this place
now
thrown in this situation
and i am doing most
of what i can
to call myself free
tomorrow when
the same sun that set
rises again
i proclaim without
timidity
that i am still here
with all my
options
to live and to live again
never to choose death
that kills
all my possibilities
the door that closes in
saying that it will open
again
but you see
it is different there
altogether
this is it
i must devour all
to be whole again
to keep the pieces
intact
within my soul
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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And Now The Straight Man In My Mind
like poles repel
that is the straight man's dire strait
fearing what likeness he has in the mirror
of his world, shying away from the possibilities
of love and loving the person who needs it
more and worst than anybody
the confused, the disturbed wants him loved
and hugged and just even to share a drink with him
in one of the loneliest nights in their lives
he cannot love any one like him
he has not known what love is
the one that gives
and never takes
something in return
straight man in dire straits of possibilities
how can you ever love the one who loves you most?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Whats Really Goin Wrong
Hahahah, (here it goes)
Good evening ladies and gentlemen,
Welcome to tonights presentation,
Its brought to you by us,
And its non-fiction
Everybody saw
The last movie we made,
And this one called whats really goin wrong
What is really, what is really goin wrong
Well what is really, what is really goin wrong
Sublime in the place livin up chickens creation
In 1996 to make you buy this cinematation,
This is what they, agree to show to you
Its not really the truth
But youll believe it through and through
What is really, what is really goin wrong
What is really, what is really goin wrong
(space aliens sounds)
What is really, what is really goin wrong
What is really goin wrong
(speed it up)
What is really, what is really goin wrong
What is really, (what is really), what is really, what is really goin wrong
(guitar solo)
What is really goin wrong
What is really, what is really goin wrong
song performed by by Sublime
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Dont Stay
Sometimes I need to remember just to breathe
Sometimes I need you to stay away from me
Sometimes Im in disbelief, I didnt know
Somehow I need you to go
Dont stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
What you were changing me into
Just take myself back and
Dont stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
Take all your faithlessness with you
Just take myself back and
Dont stay
Sometimes I feel like I trusted you too well
Sometimes I just feel like strangling you myself
Sometimes Im in disbelief, I didnt know
Somehow I need to be alone
Dont stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
What you were changing me into
Just take myself back and
Dont stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
Take all your faithlessness with you
Just take myself back and
Dont stay
I dont need you anymore, dont want to be ignored
I dont need one more day, of you wasting me away
I dont need you anymore, I dont want to be ignored
I dont need one more day, of you wasting me away
With no apologies
Dont stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
What you were changing me into
Just take myself back and
Dont stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
Take all your faithlessness with you
Just take myself back and
Dont stay
Dont stay
Dont stay
song performed by by Linkin Park
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Choices Still Unmade
Shadows drift over the cradle
And there in lies the future
Of possibilities yet to be explored
Of choices still unmade
Like seasons not yet passed
Lullabies tell of sweet memories
Just like stars tell of far away worlds
Little tear drops fall like rain
Glinting like shiny pearls
And there in lies the future
Of possibilities yet to be explored
Of choices still unmade
poem by Autumn Winds
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