Great teaching traffics in enduring puzzlements, persistent dilemmas, complex conundrums, enigmatic paradoxes. On the other hand, certainty is closed, and closed streets don’t interest the mind. Great ideas have legs. They take you somewhere.
quote by Elliot Eisner (2006)
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A glimpse
a glimpse
the half opened door
some would say
a half closed door
it all depends on the
state of mind you are in
well half closed for pessismist
and half opened for optimist
half opened or half closed door
so long as it is open
and not close
a good exercise for the mind
of a story teller, novelist, a film maker
a glimpse at the half closed door
the mind is thrown open
like the kick you would give
a half opened door
so that you and pet cat could
glide through easily
the stories that start coming out
from a glimpse at the half opened door
agatha's murdered corpse lying behind
a stalker, a ghost in the corridor of the mind
from the glimpse of the half closed door
a million possibilities, ideas pouring forth
half closed door, half opened door
whichever way you may say
it is an opened door
a million stories, ideas, possibilities
knock at the door of my mind
a glimpse of the half closed, half opened door
my half closed half opened eyes
open themselves to my ever curious mind
boundless as the universe
inspired by
A Glimpse
A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,
late of a winter night-And I unremark'd seated in a corner;
Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and
seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
A long while, amid the noises of coming and going-of drinking and
oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
perhaps not a word.
Walt Whitman
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Before this address to my countrymen is closed, I beg leave to observe, that as a new century has dawned upon us, the mind is naturally led ot contemplate the great events that have run parallel with and have just closed the last.
quote by Mercy Otis Warren
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Someone Needs to Draw For Them a Much Clearer Picture
So closed have been my eyes.
So closed and distracted.
From those acts,
That now I can say...
Left unattended,
My values.
Standards I expected to be maintained...
Use to have identifiable names!
Today,
I'd be hard pressed...
Trying to find anyone addressing them.
And that is my fault.
I can't recall the last time,
I reminded anyone...
To keep them encouraged,
Flourished and well nourshed.
I kept hot flashes of fast cash in my mind!
And for too long.
'That'...
I can admit was wrong!
But I can not be the only one,
That has been that stupid?
And I observe more destitution on the streets!
Why can't these people get on their feet,
Get a job and go home! ?
Or establish good credit,
Like the others snuggled in,
Their suburban homes.
Slicing to eat,
Another piece of that Apple pie.
So closed have been my eyes.
So closed and distracted.
From those acts,
That now I can say...
Left unattended,
My values.
'Are those inner city people still whining?
Someone needs to draw for them a much clearer picture.
Perhaps if they see how it is done...
They will get themselves together! '
~Will that be all, Master Lawrence? ~
'Yes.
Make several copies.
Hand a few to that bag lady!
Tell her to dispense with them amongst the crowd.
Maybe that will give them some incentive,
To move away from my doorstep.
And become viable citizens of this great land! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God Is The Light
God is the Light
How great the wonders of the heavens
And the timeless beauty of the night
How great then how great the Creator?
And its stars like priceless jewels
Far beyond the reach of kings
Bow down for the shepherd guiding him home.
But how many eyes are closed
To the wonder of this night?
Like pearls, hidden, deep beneath a dark
Stream of desires.
But like dreams vanish with the call to prayer
And the dawn extinguishes night here too are signs.
God is the Light - God is the Light
How great the beauty of the Earth and the creatures
Who dwell on her.
How great then how great the Creator?
As it's mountains pierce the clouds
High about the lives of men
Weeping rivers for thousands of years.
But how many hearts are closed
To the wonders of this sight?
Like birds on a cage, asleep with closed wings
But as work stops with the call to prayer
And the birds recite here too are signs
God is the Light God is the Light
How great the works of man and the things he makes
How great then how great the Creator?
Though he strives to reach the heavens
He can barely survive
The wars of the world he lives in.
Yet, how many times he's tried,
Himself to immortalise?
Like his parents before him in the Garden of Eden
But like the sun sets with the call to prayer
And surrenders to the night here too are signs
God is the Light Everlasting
God is the Light Everlasting
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Closed Doors Of The Mind
No one knows what goes on behind
the closed doors of the mind.
Thoughts that sometimes inspire
the deeds that transpires.
Many have tried to find the key
to unlock the secrets that are enclosed within,
buried deep behind
the closed doors of the mind.
The lust and deprivation
that sometimes conspire
to be set free
or the eternal love of life
that can rise to the fore.
Both are hidden in the crevasses
behind the closed doors of our mind.
15 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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I have come to believe that a great teacher is a great artist and that there are as few as there are any other great artists. Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit.
quote by John Steinbeck
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Don't Forget who is your Father
God is Great
He created you and me so ladies and gentleman
he is the only person to praise and pray
Cause some of us we pray Alan people you pray him
who is him God is the one who created us
so guys help me to Thank him every time i'm sick i call him cause
he is the hiller the killer of diseases in the world
Help me to sing.
How great is our God sing with me how great is our God
all we sing is how great is our God age to age praise his
Great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great great great great great
GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD..
Thank you Help me pliz.
poem by Ruvimbo Daisy Matsika
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Of the 55 refineries closed in America in the last 10 years, they were all closed for economic reasons, mostly oil company mergers. Not a single one was closed for environmental purposes or objections.
quote by Peter DeFazio
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A closed mind is like a closed book; just a block of wood
A closed mind is like a closed book just a block of wood.
A closed mind is like a closed book; just a block of wood.
A great idea is usually original to more than one discoverer. Great ideas come when the world needs them. Great ideas surround the world's ignorance and press for admission.
quote by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps
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Everybody Wake Up
Everybody wake up
If your living with your eyes closed
See the man with the bomb in his hand
Everybody wake up
Oh baby its not easy sometimes
But built these walls
ever hide and hide behind them
Seems we not wait and try and make things right
Oh i feel like im crazy sometimes
Everybody wake up
If your living with your eyes closed
See the man with the bomb in his hand
Everybody wake up
I remember the words of a misguided fool
do unto others as you want them to do
not an eye for an eye is the golden rule
just leaves a room full of blind men
....
see the pig dressed in his finest fine
..
as the daylights sucked with fire
Everybody wake up
Everybody wake up
Everybody wake up
Wake up
Everybody wake up
If your livin with your eyes closed
See the man with the bun in his hand
Everybody wake up
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Life
MID A HOARD OF PARADOXES INDEED,
ENTWINED IN A SERIES OF CONTRADICTIONS,
BE CAREFUL TO TAKE UTMOST HEED.
AVOID ONE OF LIFE’S GREAT AFFLICTIONS.
NEVER NURTURE IMAGES OF SIMPLICITY’S LIE.
DON’T BATTLE CONTRADICTIONS THAT ARE REAL.
ESPOUSE THE CHANCE TO UNDERSTAND WHY
OR ACCEPT THEM ON FAITH AND WITH ZEAL.
PEOPLE AREN’T ALL GOOD NOR ARE THEY ALL BAD;
AS THE SUN THAT GIVES LIFE AND TAKES IT AWAY.
DON’T LET PARADOXES OR CONTRADITIONS BE SAD.
THEN HAPPINESS WILL RULE YOUR DAY.
BUT IF YOU DRINK FROM THE CUP OF SIMPLICITY,
REFUSING TO ACCEPT LIFE’S CONTRADICTIONS,
MOST SURELY YOU’LL BE ANGRY, SAD AND LONLEY,
PARADOXICALLY ONE OF LIFE’S GREAT AFFLICTIONS.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Hauptstrasse Heidelberg
I seem to see superimposed
upon today’s reality
An older world a fantasy
this high street as it used to be.
Pondering with eyes half closed.
I can imagine easily.
This old streets chequered history.
Today a lasting legacy.
Perhaps in truth I merely dozed
and only dreamt that I could see.
This cobbles street completely free.
From all modern technology.
A great deal different I suppose.
No mobile phones, no cameras
no bicycles, no motor cars.
Then in my mind a question rose.
Was there a possibility
my poet’s sensitivity.
Had actually enabled me.
To slip through times firmly closed door
and see vignettes from history.
A gift that fate had granted me
however undeservedly.
I do not know nor ever will.
It must remain a mystery
Just what I saw or did not see
Is etched deep in my memory.
I am compelled I must compose
A verse or two of poetry
Say how this street affected me
The how and why, eluding me
19/09/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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My Mind Is An Oyster
The heart, can only be as open as the mind.
The mind, the creator of my world.
Not the world, but my world.
The mind, building walls.
Walls of fear, resentment and bitterness.
The spirit is trapped.
Bouncing from heart to mind.
Like a ping pong ball.
For it is my mind that is closed.
I listened to the teachings of other closed minded teachers.
They speak of a peace, they do not have.
The preach of a love, that they still seek.
The world is my oyster.
My mind is an oyster.
To find the pearl, the shell must first open up.
It is once the mind opens, I can connect to the source.
The source that tells me I am the true treasure.
I see so many closed shells.
For their pearl is as brilliant as mine.
But through the closed shell it cannot be seen.
They do not know they are just as rich as I.
So they try to take mine, because their shell is too difficult to open.
My shell is open.
I do not want your treasure for myself,
I have my own.
I am content.
I want your shell to open,
I want you and the world to see the brilliance of yours.
For it is when the mind opens,
Your true life will begin.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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I Could Do It With My Eyes Closed
Moonlight in a dew drop
Two miles to the ridge top
One hand on the wheel is probably
One more than I need
Bald tires in a dirt rut
Chauffeur us all the way up
Weve been there enough
All we gotta do is turn the key
Chorus
Just like the back of your hand
I know my way around this land
Around every curve and bend
From your heart down to your soul
There aint nothin I cant do
When it comes to lovin you
Its like flying down these old back roads
I could do it with my eyes closed
Well kill the motor when we get there
Ill pull the ribbon from your hair
Well lay up on the hood and I can stare at you all night
And youll say when were over that hill
Are you gonna love me still
Well baby you know I will
Its just like ridin a bike
Chorus
Bridge
They cant tell us love is blind
Cause it brought us right where we are tonight
There aint nothin I cant do
When it comes to lovin you
Its like flying down these old back road
I could do it with my eyes closed
I could love you with my eyes closed
I could do it with my eyes closed
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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The paradox is really the pathos of intellectual life and just as only great souls are exposed to passions it is only the great thinker who is exposed to what I call paradoxes, which are nothing else than grandiose thoughts in embryo.
quote by Soren Kierkegaard
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My weakness
Dark, dark, dark
That what I see
And what I feel
Pain sorrow miserable
Are living in my heart
Everything around me
It so dark
Even though I try so hard
To find some light
But the only thing that appear
Is the lonely dark
I closed my eyes
And listen hardly
But the only thing
That I can hear
Is the silent of the death?
I open my mouth
Try to shout and scream
No voice is coming out
I’m so scared
And lonely
I feel so weak
My hand and legs
Start shaking
My tears fall down
I try to stop it
But it won’t stop
So I lay down
And cry like a baby
That lost from his mother
Wishing that some one
Will take my hand
And tell me it’s ok
You not alone
I’m with you
But that only a wish
It won’t come true
So I give up and closed my eyes
Waiting for my destiny
With my tears running in peace
poem by Nouri Queen
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Barmaid and a drunkard
The rural bar is always full.
Pungent smoke and the vapour of spirits
Intoxicate her before it's closed.
A young drunkard journalist as a habit
Who stays until the bar closed?
And he drops her to the threshold of her house.
She finds a day to talk him about their future
But it's very hard as the guy is not sober at all.
Very seldom he comes now and it's stopped all of a sudden.
She goes home alone after the bar closed
And a small twinkling star guides the entire walk.
One day she found in a customer's newspaper her lost soul's obituary.
She left the bar before it closed and murmured on the way
'I am not afraid and I feel that he comes with me along my life.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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