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The modern artist... is working and expressing an inner world - in other words - expressing the energy, the motion, and other inner forces.

quote by Jackson Pollock
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The modern artist is working with space and time, and expressing his feelings rather than illustrating.

quote by Jackson Pollock
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I never was very capable of expressing my feelings or emotions in words. I don't know whether this is the cause why I did it in music and also why I did it in painting. Or vice versa: That I had this way as an outlet. I could renounce expressing something in words.

quote by Arnold Schoenberg
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No art can be noble which is incapable of expressing thought, and no art is capable of expressing thought which does not change.

quote by John Ruskin
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After World War II great strides were made in modern Japanese architecture, not only in advanced technology, allowing earthquake resistant tall buildings, but expressing and infusing characteristics of traditional Japanese architecture in modern buildings.

quote by Harry Seidler
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Memorial Day

I know there will be many,
Expressing their thanks and gratitude...
On this, a holiday
To those they once knew,
Who were in their lives...
Doing the best they could do,
To show and proved to others...
How much they loved them too.

I just know...
Those preparing their Memorial Day,
Planning family bar-be-cues...
And spicing their favorite drinks,
With assorted purchased booze...
Relaxing in the Sun and enjoying fun.
'Someone'...
Will be expressing their blessings.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Each of us

Each of us is more than creation, we are embodying more of creations forces in us, creation in creation, vivifying, expending, without overly identifying with its intense passions, as well as expressing the aspects, forces of creation with others in ways empower. We are, more then being the best, we are being here.

poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Looking At The Many People

Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people,
Waiting to live a life they like.
The many people...
In a luxurized hype.

Looking at the people,
Waiting for a life they like.
The many people.
Looking at the many people.

Embittered and lamenting.
Looking at the many people.
Living venting and resenting.
Looking at the many people.

Condescending and offending.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.

Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Waiting for a life they like.
The many people.
Looking at the many people.

Looking at the many people.
Waiting for a life they like.
The many people.
Looking at the many people.

Embittered and lamenting.
Looking at the many people.
Living venting and resenting.
Looking at the many people.

Condescending and offending.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.

Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.

Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.

Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.

Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Three Little Words

Three little words
mean the whole world
to me…

Every moment,
Every year,
Every day of my life,
Every breath that I take
Those three little words
Keep me alive…

I say it to you
I’ve said it before
I feel for you
With all my heart…
Those three little words
Are so dear to me

You know and I know
Those three little words,
For you’ve said it to me
And have felt for me
Without a care
In this world…

Those three little words
Mean a lot to you
And Indeed
Are very precious to me…

So let’s Celebrate
This Valentine’s Day
Just as we cherish
Every day
Of our togetherness
And remain in love
forever more…

Holding ourselves
In a loving embrace
Caring, feeling,
Expressing…
Those three little words
From you to me
And me to you…

Yes, it is true
My Love
And here it goes,
Just the way
It has always been
Over the years…
And so I say it
To you, that

I Love You
I Love You,
I Love You.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Poem of Poet

Written in four words.
The words of a poet.
Expressing the deep feelings.

The feelings through this words.
Can make a difference.
Which can change the world.

Poets are the magician.
Poems are the magic.
Combining these elements.
Life is so tragic.

poem by Yash Pradhan
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Words

Words are my weapon
words are my shield
Guns and knifes just ruin lives
so words I keep concealed
Words are all I have here
they help me struggle on
Words are here forever,
when all I have is gone
In my thoughts or in my poems
Words will help ease my brain
I write down what is on my mind
Expressing love or feeling pain
Not that many I can trust
But words I can depend
Words wont turn there back on you
Words are my only friend

poem by Nic Hillen
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I look at myself, and I see a Spanish person who's trying to be understood by an English-speaking audience and is putting a lot of energy into that, instead of into expressing himself freely and feeling comfortable.

quote by Javier Bardem
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One is, that they will feel about you that you're going to make something wonderful for them. And they help you by expressing themselves. Not telling you how to do it, but encouraging you and accepting your vision and working with you on that kind of a level.

quote by Lawrence Halprin
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Images of Time

The images in my mind is like my thoughts.
Expressing my thoughts is like expressing my feelings.
Words are spoken.All my images are broken.
Broken down into pieces, which can never be made into new dishes.

Those images of past.It takes time to last.
It will last forever for met to take over.
All those images wore my past life.
But it has nothing to do with my past life.

Those images can be forgotten.But not those people.
Those people who are in your images.Can be in a real image.
When you see those people in front of you.
You like to say 'How are you'?
If they say I am fine.Then you will think of those time.

poem by Yash Pradhan
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Too Happy to Fit a Bitterness into My Schedule

Never once,
Did I suggest, hint or insinuate...
Your way of life and outlook,
Was a prefabrication.
You knew my beliefs were different.
And we did not let that become between us,
As friends.

But of late,
You have become more irate.
And you seem to be annoyed,
I am not expressing disappointment...
That you are struggling,
To keep your head above water.

When I faced obstacles on my chosen path.
You laughed.
Expressing no empathy at all.
In fact,
You and your 'friends'...
Would wine and dine,
And socialize without end.
If fact,
You had more time with them to spend.

You then would ignore my calls,
When I needed your company...
As a friend to another.
To say something to me,
In the support of keeping me from not feeling...
Completely lonely.
And this is what you said...
'You made that bed,
Now lay in it by yourself.'

Well...
You made that bed,
Now lay in it by yourself.
You should be comfortable with those words.
But then,
To them I would add...
~Where are those 'friends'?
The ones you chose over me? ~

Am I harborng a bit of bitterness?
No.
Just stating to you what I know to be true.
I'm too happy to fit a bitterness into my schedule.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prescribed Thought A Prescribed Mode Of Action

There is no such a thing
There is no such a thing as a most natural way
There is no such a thing as a most natural way of expressing a thought
There is no such a thing as a most natural way of expressing a thought a mode of action
There is no such a thing as a most natural way of expressing a thought a mode of action a form of logic
After so much thought
After so much thought about loneliness
It becomes apparent
Logic can no longer be relied upon
Logic can no longer be relied upon as a base for studying the structure of language
The structure of my poetry
The structure of my soul
The structure of my God

I dare think
I dare to know
I dare to think
I will not be hardwired from the thinking of my birth rising from some dogmatic slumber.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There, in the chords and melodies, is everything I want to say. The words just jolly it along. It's always been my way of expressing what for me is inexpressible by any other means.

quote by David Bowie
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Regret That Is Unrelenting

If I had known...
A hint or clue,
You were rushing to see me.
I would not have grown impatient.

But last I saw you...
It was you.
You were the one,
Who had lost your patience.
In one single breath...
You left!

It pains me now,
To know we could have met...
To forgive and forget.

I did come back...
To find a note,
Expressing your sorrow.
Expressing a loneliness...
I had felt,
Hungering in sleeplessness...
That greeted me in my emptiness.

You said you understood.
And you would be gone,
For good.
How could you?

I would reach out.
Shouting for that embrace,
That now seems to have been erased...
By bad timing.

I am now the one pining for you.
Intensely yearning.
With a regret that is unrelenting.

Moments like these I wish I could send away.
But they stay.
To beat in a rhythm my heart wants to hold,
With you again!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The stammer was a way of telling the world that he was not like others, a way of expressing his singularity.

quote by Ted Morgan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Face And Fix Those Obstacles

Face and fix those obstacles.
If ignored they will continue to grow.
If you don't do it,
They will never let you go.
And you will be the one regretting...
With eyes not words seen,
With an eyebrow or two lifted...
Expressing this, 'We told you so! '

Face and fix those obstacles.
If ignored they will continue to grow.
If you don't do it,
They will never let you go.
And you will be the one regretting...
With eyes not words seen,
With an eyebrow or two lifted...
Expressing this, 'We told you so! '

Scoop them up with a boot.
Don't be the one regretting.
Snip them quick from the root,
Don't be the one regretting.
Don't adorn your stress as if...
Accessories to brag about,
Like you've been given gifts.

Face and fix those obstacles.
If ignored they will continue to grow.
If you don't do it,
They will never let you go.
And you will be the one regretting...
With eyes not words seen,
With an eyebrow or two lifted...
Expressing this, 'We told you so! '

Scoop them up with a boot.
Don't be the one regretting.
Snip them quick from the root,
Don't be the one regretting.
Don't adorn your stress as if...
Accessories to brag about,
Like you've been given gifts.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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First Meeting

It is truly a wonderous thing
To be a poet
To be able to bend words
In ways which thy heart yearns
To paint a scene
For all
to behold
And to wrap thy eyes
About its figures

Tis truly grand
To be gifted
with thy hands,
mind,
tongue.

But wonderous more
is the endeavour of
being
in the prescence
of a fellow poet.

When this happening
was bestowed
on me,
Twas truly magnificent
To know that one day
Thirty-five years from now
I could be
as grand as he

In mutual recognition
That both had talent
He as the mentor
Myself, the humble pupil
And as I took his book away with me
We exchanged a glance as only
two poets can.

And I could see
The words I wanted
to paint,
Pen used as artist's brush.
Expressing how it feels
to exchange a glance
as only two poets can.

poem by Courtney Beaudry
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