Our imagination is stretched to the utmost, not, as in fiction, to imagine things which are not really there, but just to comprehend those things which are there.
quote by Richard Feynman
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Poet, O Poet
Let not the dog out
The poet cried.
Poet, poet, O poet
Imagine, imagine and imagine
Your imagination is our wealth
Your imagination is our health
Imagine, imagine and imagine
Create things on your own
In your own world my dear poet
That is not known and that is owned.
Let not the dog out
The poet cried.
Poet, poet, O poet
We have no control over anything
We have no control over the land
That is dreamy.
It is only you O poet
Who can control us from that land
Where nothing to be shame
Where no body is there to blame
Where there is only fame and fame.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Love is imagination
Love is imagination
We first imagine someone
That will be with us
Here and forever
We imagine someone
That always on our side
In sad and happy moment
We imagine someone
That gives us power
Through all difficult time
We imagine someone
That gives us dream
To fly to the wide sky
We imagine someone
That sleeps with us in the night
And still there when we open our eyes in the morning
We imagine someone
That gives us children of love
And spends his old days with us
We imagine someone
That makes us laugh
Until happiness hurts
We imagine someone
That makes us cry
Until tear becomes relief
We imagine someone
That really cares and loves us
When our imagination fits with our heart
Love continues…
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Seeing Things That Are Not There
Sometimes our feelings
run deeper than they should,
we mix them with our imagination,
seeing things that are not there.
We see things out of context;
only imagine what
we want them to be,
then getting badly hurt
when we fall back
to the harsh reality.
23 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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Further, there are things of which the mind understands one part, but remains ignorant of the other; and when man is able to comprehend certain things, it does not follow that he must be able to comprehend everything.
quote by Maimonides
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On This Tranquil Night
On this tranquil night
I imagine you and me,
Rekindling tender memories
Of how it used to be -
Some say the past
Is an illusion,
That the only reality
Is the here and now -
But what is here and now
If not a reliving of things
Long gone and anticipating
Things to come?
Life is an interplay
Of perceptions and illusions,
Of things that we see
And the things we imagine -
And I imagine you as beautiful
As ever and your gentle
Touch upon my skin,
My love,
While we get lost in the
Music of the senses,
Where the past, present
And future all merge
Into one,
Where we are free to love
And to begin again.
March 17,2006
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Unimaginable Light
Imagine the generation of darkness,
imagine the view of light,
imagine the joy that overflows the eyes that beholds brightness,
Darkness cannot comprehend the beauty and role of such imagination,
with feelings from Joy, Joy from brightness.
Building an unforgettable memory of happiness,
campaigning against blindness. oh!
what a rescue, rescue from the ages of blindness.
really, its light beyond words.
Yes, an unquenchable light that speaks life to the blind.
9-11-2009
poem by Jackson Nyoho
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Imagine the World
Imagine the world ……………………….
Imagine the world without wars…
Imagine the world without your laws
Imagine your life without fear
Imagine your eyes without a tear
Imagine all men were real men
Imagine…imagine…imagine…
Imagine life without hate
Imagine you knew your own fate
Imagine all children were happy
Imagine all nations were free
What would life be like?
Imagine no-one were blind
Imagine all the woes behind
Imagine…….imagine……..imagine….
Imagi ne earth were flat
Imagine man without a heart
Imagine the day without light
Imagine the dark without the night
Imagine……….imagine……imagine……
Imagine faces without a smile
Imagine birds without a nightingale
Imagine …imagine…imagine
What would life be like?
poem by Bouche Cousue
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My Future
My God has greater plans for me,
More than what I can imagine;
His ways, no one can comprehend,
Nor forecast or predict.
My God of love who safeguards me,
Will not abandon, nor forsake;
He guides my life miraculously;
Why should I worry then?
Though things don’t seem to favor me,
God knows the reasons for delay;
The Maker does things in His time;
Why should I doubt His ways?
All seasons end and must begin;
God give me patience and mind’s peace;
I know I’m meant for greater things;
My problems then will ease!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-25-2008
poem by John Celes
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Eleven
Tel me what is your recently invented pretense
Your latest lie?
Shape, form, color, texture,
Of your many selves like your unequal fingers
More than the number
Of your allowable toes,
Feign and feign
That is feigning
Feign in feigning
Fingers like other fingers,
The shape
Of your fingers
You make things up
You invent new stories
And without any excuses
At all, like a very clever man loving many women
At the same time,
Figment, fabric, fabricate fabrics
To entertain, you are justifying, just to entertain, not to
Deceive
To lure them to glorify themselves
To believe about some goodness and beauty and the
Truth so well expressed in fiction,
In the field of imagination things work themselves into human beings
The cows talk in affable fables, the characters talk about avarice, love, hate,
And murders done in fiction,
We learn a lot,
And in that vast field of fiction
You are the cicada singing
Alone
To a cold and dark night
Wishing to be
A black bird, the one that flies and sings
And goes to places where
You have never been.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fiction
Tel me what is your recently invented pretense
Your latest lie?
Shape, form, color, texture,
Of your many selves like your unequal fingers
More than the number
Of your allowable toes,
Feign and feign
That is feigning
Feign in feigning
Fingers like other fingers,
The shape
Of your fingers
You make things up
You invent new stories
And without any excuses
At all, like a very clever man loving many women
At the same time,
Figment, fabric, fabricate fabrics
To entertain, you are justifying, just to entertain, not to
Deceive
To lure them to glorify themselves
To believe about some goodness and beauty and the
Truth so well expressed in fiction,
In the field of imagination things work themselves into human beings
The cows talk in affable fables, the characters talk about avarice, love, hate,
And murders done in fiction,
We learn a lot,
And in that vast field of fiction
You are the cicada singing
Alone
To a cold and dark night
Wishing to be
A black bird, the one that flies and sings
And goes to places where
You have never been.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Imagine Heaven
I imagine Heaven
as a wonderful, happy place.
Where joy and contentment,
brings a smile to every face.
I imagine no temptation.
A place where there's no sin.
I imagine eating Twinkies
all day long and staying thin.
I imagine Heaven
being without guns or wars.
A place with no such things
as locks upon our doors.
When I imagine Heaven
I imagine lots of fun.
I imagine every golf shot
will be a hole in one.
I imagine Heaven as a place
where dreams come true.
Heaven is, in my mind,
Eternity with you.
poem by Ron Tranmer
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No One Like You
No one like you
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
Girl, its been a long time that weve been apart
Much too long for a man who needs love
I miss you since Ive been away
Babe, it wasnt easy to leave you alone
Its getting harder each time that I go
If I had the choice, I would stay
Theres no one like you
I cant wait for the nights with you
I imagine the things we do
I just wanna be loved by you
No one like you
I cant wait for the nights with you
I imagine the things we do
I just wanna be loved by you
Girl, there are really no words strong enough
To describe all my longing for love
I dont want my feelings restrained
Ooh, babe, I just need you like never before
Just imagine youd come through this door
Youd take all my sorrow away
Theres no one like you
I cant wait for the nights with you
I imagine the things we do
I just wanna be loved by you
No one like you
I cant wait for the nights with you
I imagine the things we do
I just wanna be loved by you
No one like you
song performed by by Scorpions
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I don't really see science fiction as fiction. I can imagine colonies on Mars and everything.
quote by Sigourney Weaver
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Analog or Digital
Digital is absolute, on or off, zero or infinity.
Analog is steadily changing, never absolute.
Cyberpunk is climbing towards reality with novelty.
Do we see it as an end point or another transition?
Is science fiction imagination or prediction?
Does it depend on the human motive or imagination?
What is the nature of reality?
All of creation is good, even upon death.
All is potential, nothing is dead.
Even upon death, these things persist.
We speak in absolutes. We think in absolutes.
Or we think in analog, hopefully.
Both are valuable and detrimental.
poem by Poet Dragon
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Imagination
Imagination is funny, it makes a cloudy day sunny
Makes a bee think of honey just as I think of you
Imagination is crazy, your whole perspective gets hazy
Starts you asking a daisy what to do, what to do?
Have you ever felt a gentle touch and then a kiss
And then and then, find its only your imagination again?
Oh, well
Imagination is silly, you go around willy-nilly
For example I go around wanting you
And yet I cant imagine that you want me, too
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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For some reason, I seem to be bothered whenever I see acts of injustice and assaults on people's civil liberties. I imagine what I write in the future will follow in that vein. Whether it's fiction or non-fiction.
quote by Iris Chang
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My Imagination
Standing there with her arms around no one
No one who'd die for her right where he stands
Looking around like she's looking for someone
Looking like she's got time on her hands
Funny how much you can see in someone
Across the room who you don't even know
Telling you things she would tell to no one
Taking you places she's wanted to go.
Like a walk in the rain, a place in the sun
With a lifetime of love that has only begun
Doing all of the things only lovers can do
My imagination is running away with you.
Walking away and I'm walking beside her
Into forever here in my mind
Deraming a dream that we're dreaming together
Finding the things only lovers can find.
Like a walk on the moon, a dance in the stars
With a love light that finds us wherever we are
And our own happy ending will always come true
My imagination is running away with you.
As fast as I can running straight to your heart
Where the fantasy ends and reality starts
'Til I stop believing that dreaming is all I can do
And the fantasy might even come true.
My imagination,
It's only my imagination running away with you...
song performed by by Clint Black
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Things Are Getting Better
Well I worked for a week and I got no pay.
(things getting better.)
Well my babys coming back home to stay
(things getting better.)
Well shes coming back home, but I havent got a dime
(things getting better.)
But Ive got my love to keep me fine[? ].
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well since my babys been away,
(things getting better.)
Well things got worse from day to day.
(things getting better.)
Well now my babys come back to me.
(things getting better.)
Yeah, itll get better, wait and see.
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well I pawned my watch and I sold my car.
(things getting better.)
The money Ive got wouldnt get me far.
(things getting better.)
But I dont mind now that youve packed.
(things getting better.)
Its a fact, that
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
song performed by by Kinks
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Because I'm such a creative person, and I've always got my nose in a book, I suppose it was only a matter of time before non-fiction turned into fiction again. But I never consciously set out to become a writer and I never thought I'd be doing the things I'm doing today.
Questions Above
Many questions, seventy times seven, may be asked once in Heaven,
Our thoughts about the patriarchs, one or more questions this sparks,
Or maybe questions about this life, just why so much pain and strife?
Or the things we can't comprehend; may prompt questions in the end.
But with a pure mind and heart, many of those questions shall depart,
This when we enter into Eternal Life, now, with the pure mind of Christ,
Former things remembered no more, as we step on that eternal shore,
With an eternal mindset instead, as past is behind with Eternity ahead.
The things we could not comprehend, shall come to light at that bend,
The final turn at the end of our life, as we see the face of Jesus Christ,
With our glorified body and mind, those former things are well behind,
Many questions we may have asked, may be faded things of our past.
Most things from the former time, shall pale in the light of the sublime,
As the Crystal Sea and streets of gold, with our Lord our eyes behold,
Mindful now, of the things to come, as we enter, His Eternal Kingdom,
A Kingdom that shall not pass away, one, where we'll be there to stay,
Many things that we now ponder, may fade away as we get up yonder,
Earthly things will lose their allure, as we begin a new life for evermore,
Many questions now thought of, will likely fade in His presence above,
As Christ answers more than we ask, when we begin, that Eternal Task.