It is not my mode of thought that has caused my misfortunes, but the mode of thought of others.
quote by Marquis de Sade
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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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The iconoclastic mode, that specific mode of language, there is an element of it that it is punk - that is confrontational. That's just a part of the language of jazz - at a certain point.
quote by Matthew Shipp
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The deductive method is the mode of using knowledge, and the inductive method the mode of acquiring it.
quote by Henry Mayhew
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Figli Di Pitagora
Siamo figli di Pitagora e di Casadei
Di Macchiavelli e di Tot
Cresciuti con una morale cattolica
E con i Depeche Mode
Siamo figli di Pitagora e di Trinit
Di Michelangelo e Dario Fo
cresciuti con una morale cattolica
E con i Depeche Mode
E con i Depeche Mode...
Everywhere
we have been everywhere
we 've broken barricades
thanks to the fathers we've had
Who knows how many men
will go along our way
We're living every day
Never forgetting where we're from
Siamo figli di Pitagora e di Casadei
Di Macchiavelli e di Tot
Cresciuti con una morale cattolica
E con i Depeche Mode
Siamo figli di Pitagora e di Trinit
Di Michelangelo e Dario Fo
cresciuti con una morale cattolica
E con i Depeche Mode
E con i Depeche Mode...
Motherland
As well as fatherland
Some say godfatherland
But that's the land that we have
Who knows how many men
Will go along our way
We're living every day
Never forgetting where we're from
Siamo figli di Pitagora e di Casadei
Di Macchiavelli e di Tot
Cresciuti con una morale cattolica
E con i Depeche Mode
Siamo figli di Pitagora e di Trinit
Di Michelangelo e Dario Fo
cresciuti con una morale cattolica
E con i Depeche Mode
E con i Depeche Mode...
Siamo figli di Pitagora e di Casadei
Di Macchiavelli e di Tot
Cresciuti con una morale cattolica
E con i Depeche Mode
Siamo figli di Pitagora e di Trinit
Di Michelangelo e Dario Fo
cresciuti con una morale cattolica
E con i Depeche Mode
E con i Depeche Mode...
song performed by by Eiffel 65
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I never felt very comfortable as a teenager. The older I got, the better I felt and the more comfortable with myself I became. Without music I wouldn't have had a basis in anything. At a very early age it became my mode of expression, and without a mode of expression, you aren't intelligent, because you just can't communicate. Music allowed me to develop what intelligence I have. Without it, I don't think I would have. I found the young years very difficult. I was socially inept. So I don't hark back.
Stay Germ Free
Bird Flu and Swine Flu can travel our way.
So may cleanliness be the mode of the day...
In the Florence Nightingale way.
'Florence Nightingale'
nurse in the Crimean War
helped British soldiers
by cleaning the hospitals
halving the dreadful death toll.
Although retired, she gave her all
to improve the conditions
in the Nursing Profession,
leaving behind a valuable lesson.
Bird Flu and Swine Flu can travel our way
So may cleanliness be the mode of the day
in the Florence Nightingale way.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Convenience
Like the convenience of laughter
It hopes of managing itself
In a grassed plain, an enormous desert
Of waste and landscape.
Your mode can empty yourself into the remedy
Of it.
Declining the offer of a friend is plain madness -
You must reverse time and give a regard,
Interiors of the heart may speak and cast a thought.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Don't Be The One To Hold Onto This Molding Done
The giving of unlimited patience,
To someone in constant complaint mode...
Grows old.
Like a balding tire that needs to be replaced.
And has run out of valuable tread.
Get real with this!
Don't wait until that tire blows.
To believe it will assist instead...
In the delivery to and from,
With you in safe passage.
Get real with this!
And slow down to examine it for what it is.
Make the necessary change and be on your way!
With a sigh of relief when you leave.
The giving of unlimited patience,
To someone in constant complaint mode...
Grows old.
Like a balding tire that needs to be replaced.
And has run out of valuable tread.
Get real with this.
Slow down to examine it for what it is.
And make the necessary changes.
Don't delay speeding away,
From that which has been corrected and fixed.
Get real with this quick.
The giving of unlimited patience,
To someone in constant complaint mode...
Grows old.
Don't be the one to hold onto this molding done!
Get real with this.
Slow down to examine it for what it is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This guarded mode of existence was like living under a tyranny. People's speech, their voices, their very glances, became furtive and repressed. Every individual taste, every natural appetite, was bridled by caution. The people asleep in those houses, I thought, tried to live like the mice in their own kitchens; to make no noise, to leave no trace, to slip over the surface of things in the dark.
quote by Willa Cathe
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Mistakenly Correct
sad note capture
my thought letting out
to ease the pain my heart
endure
smooth teardrops
touches my face, calling
its desire as its falling down
into the heaven quest
tremble echo
the roaring thunder down
the cycle of each chapter
where a laughing gate
of failure hidden the clouded
Sonnet pages of life
will never be same for sudden
mode of righteousness harbor the
dominion of faith...
poem by Antonio Liao
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I appreciate the sentiment that I am a popular woman in computer gaming circles; but I prefer being thought of as a computer game designer rather than a woman computer game designer. I don't put myself into gender mode when designing a game.
quote by Roberta Williams
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They Spoke In Coka Mode
Moody.
Broody.
But open her cage,
Let her go...
And she becomes a hybrid,
Raged!
Subtle cuddled up.
But a buck on a booty.
He had it kind of rough,
Then he smoothed with age.
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
Moody.
Broody.
But open her cage,
Let her go...
And she becomes a hybrid,
Raged!
Subtle cuddled up.
But a buck on a booty.
He had it kind of rough,
Then he smoothed with age.
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
Let her go...
And she becomes a hybrid,
Raged!
He had it kind of rough,
Then he smoothed with age.
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unexpected Elegance for M lady Dee Daffodil
Once I met a well known poet.
He was dressed conservatively
I was surprised but did not show it.
He was not as I thought he would be.
Noted for eccentricity.
In his writing, Avant Garde.
I thought he’d dress outrageously
and I found it rather hard
to accept he was so clean and neat
and not all as I had thought.
A country gentleman complete.
Another lesson life has taught.
A plain exterior can conceal
a mind which thinks chaotically
that’s not reluctant to reveal
a hatred of normality.
Which he attacks with savagery
disregarding all the rules.
Stating unconcernedly
Conformings’s for unthinking fools.
I had expected flamboyance
but I was wrong as usual
his understated elegance.
He made appear quite natural
His mode of dress serves to conceal,
but then he states his point of view..
He sees no reason to reveal
himself until he chooses to
A more effective camouflage
which well conceals his anarchy
Which fools most people by and large.
I must confess that he fooled me..
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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timeout
i know we're deep in thought,
pondering, working things through,
trying to stay away from divination
but not to be stupid,
and all that jazz,
but can we set that aside for
just a minute, or maybe two,
or even twenty-one?
i've been waiting for ten hours
and twenty-three minutes now
to tell you about something funny
that happened to me today,
and i never got a chance
and when i got home, i remembered
that we were back in thinking
mode. that's a good thing
because we need to think.
and we will. tomorrow?
but right now,
i just want to hear you laugh
because it really is funny,
and no one else will appreciate it
as much as you will.
i hope you're awake,
because if you're actually sleeping
through this epic moment,
that's just pathetic.
poem by Kezziah Hopkins
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-6
Semparuthi(Hibiscus rosa-sinensis, Shoe-flower,
Japa Kusuma)
You cast yourself apart in a divine space..
An erythro-symbol of the Goddess of Genesis
You cast yourself apart in a caste special
Intercasted is innumerably opalizing visual
So crowned you are to crown us extravagant
So profound we feel in locks and eys relaxant
So renowned you are in our blood stream extreme
So inbound we are to your sanative regime, gleam
Japa, sway in gentle mode of scentless secret
Refining yourself unto Lord's feet in trust
Semparuthi, sway in gentle mode of silent secret
With Zephyr your leafed stalks too, we to benefit
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Blue Monday
How does it feel
To treat me like you do
When youve laid your hands upon me
And told me who you are
I thought I was mistaken
I thought I heard your words
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now how do I feel
Those who came before me
Lived through their vocations
From the past until completion
They will turn away no more
And I still find it so hard
To say what I need to say
But Im quite sure that youll tell me
Just how I should feel today
I see a ship in the harbor
I can and shall obey
But if it wasnt for your misfortunes
Id be a heavenly person today
And I thought I was mistaken
And I thought I heard you speak
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now how should I feel
Now I stand here waiting
I thought I told you to leave me
While I walked down to the beach
Tell me how does it feel
When your heart grows cold
(grows cold, grows cold, grows cold)
song performed by by New Order
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The Curse
She cursed me because I dumped her
Now misfortunes are chasing me
Like a shadow!
She loved me more than I thought
But I didn’t realize it until recently!
She was so lovely and innocent
So it hurt her more than anything!
She was willing to give me
Everything she had
But I couldn’t figure it out!
She did everything she could
To maintain our relationship
But her parents made me angry!
Now only one thought haunts my brain
How can I compensate her
To make myself happy!
poem by Asif Andalib
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B.i.t.c.h
I saw you walking down the Road
I got into the poetic Mode
I thought let me write this Ode
Your long hair, Made me prance
Like a mare, Your beautiful Eyes
Reminded me of the blue skies,
Your pink lips, made me
Crave for chocolate chips
Your angelic smile, made me
Forget myself for a while
A body to die for
A body to lie for
A body to cry for
A body to fly for
B-Beautiful
I-Indian
T-Teen
C -Causing
H-Heartache
poem by Anand Dixit
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I don't think I fit the Marilyn Maxwell mode.
Then I Met You
Then I met you
Thought that Id be happy
Going to be so happy
Living life alone and never sharing anything
Thought that I was finished
Thought that I was complete
Thought that I was whole instead of being half of something
Thought that I was growing
Growing older, wiser
Understanding why this world held nothing for my spirit
Thought that I was destined
Destined to be nothing
Destined to be nothing in this world and then I met you.
I met you
Thought that God had failed me
Thought my prayers were useless
Thought that he would never give the chance for me to praise him
Thought the book was written
Thought the game had ended
Thought the song was sung and I could never sing another
Thought my faith was misplaced
Thought my back was broken
Broken by a weight that I was never fit to carry
Thought I knew this city
Thought I knew all about it
And then one night I went to morningside and you were waiting
I met you
song performed by by Proclaimers
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