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Two Arrows and a Bolt
ZENO
Travelling Travelling
arrow in space,
when does it move if it's fixed place to place?
Chance and uncertainty mend arrow's plight,
nature's duality sanctions its flight.
TIME
Entropy Entropy
woman or man,
how many fruits can you fit in a flan?
Pique at a simmer, add zest of a rhyme,
stirred from without by the arrow of time.
TELL
William William
poor diplomat,
failed to bow to the overlord's hat.
Son wore the apple the father must shoot,
Tell aimed his crossbow and bolt split the fruit.
poem by Diane Hine
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Arrow For You To Shoot
Shall I give you an arrow to shoot? .
The arrow is ready to shoot forth
Its tip is sharp and shining
And it is sure to pierce through any flesh and bone.
The arrow is made of age old metals hard
Its frame is lean and long
A shaft that knows no bounds...
And it is sure to strike at the object hard.
The arrow is loved by sages and saints
Its value is unquoted in scriptures ever
And it is sure to remain desired by all.
But where is the bow to shoot it from?
You decide... you alone
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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An Arrow Goes To War
An arrow goes to war
Right to the start of it
Right through the heart of it
“Ow” cries out from a wounded beastly roar
When an arrow goes to war
Good dies out
On a battlefield
Evil considers it chattel killed
Shouts come from the home front too loud to ignore
This is the outcome
Of an arrow gone to war
Weary mothers, fathers, lovers, friends, daughters & sons
Appealing for slaughter to end what has begun
Recognizing the sin but then to win…
…Love is a fight worth fighting for
But how can the broken mend again
When an arrow goes to war?
poem by Tony Haynes
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I subscribe to the myth that an artist's creativity comes from torment. Once that's fixed, what do you draw on?
quote by David Byrne
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Breaking Story
Tender...now:
I can finally feel your bones dance around like jelly
Under my pressing caress...
You're blushing- oh, that's just dried up
Blood...
But I determined that you find
This romantic...
Well, guess the arrow reallly goes in the other way
Around...
Now, let's get you all fixed up-
Blacksmith style!
poem by Eon Ezkiel
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An Arrow
An arrow of laziness spread through the circle;
And carried in the air, like sold material,
And fetched by evil spirits who do not live among us.
I sow the seeds of sky and tundra,
Why do they offer so many advantages to me?
Fear him?
No hunter caused the stars and the planets to move
Without guidance. And my bow and arrows are braver
To the realm of God.
Is the world an ostrich’s egg? Or do you know of a world
So huge that it revolves like an arrow through space.
It is laid by the big bird, it is left alone by the dragons,
And the arrow is dead now.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Established
Fixed.
Like a cornerstone.
Or a sidewalk one has known,
And made from cement.
In one's mind.
The placement has been established.
Pointless would be the argument.
Whether or not what one witnesses,
Does in fact exist.
Fixed to become established it is.
An invention of a gadget one has to have!
Fixed!
To remember it and not to forget.
A melody.
An impression made,
By something done that never leaves.
A relationship that begins.
With an acknowledgement felt,
When a union begins to not end.
Like lessons learned in our minds,
That somehow stick.
Fixed to become established,
An event that happens...is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If All Your Issues Had Been Fixed
What would you do?
If all your issues had been fixed.
Tell me,
What would you do?
Tell me,
What would you do?
What would you do?
What would you do?
When your ship arrives.
And your dreams come to life.
Tell me,
What would you do.
Tell me,
What would you do.
When your ruts are covered up.
And no more 'buts' or 'ifs' are there,
To share.
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do.
Tell me.
Tell me.
When your struggles are over.
And a happiness sparkles,
With your smile gleaming and it beams!
Oh, you've got to tell me...
What would you do.
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do.
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do.
What would you do?
If all your issues had been fixed.
Tell me,
What would you do?
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do?
What would you do?
If all your issues had been fixed.
Tell me,
What would you do?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stronger Than All
Always standing proud, we know our time has come
Marching off to war, the crusade has just begun
Fighting for the right to live under the sun
We wont stop til they´ve lost and weve won
Come and fly with us, together as one we belong
This magic of metal unites us, its making us strong
Like an arrow we strike c stronger than all
Heavy metal troops on the rise
Like an arrow of might c stronger than all
Well walk through fire, were true to ourselves and our lives
History commits the oath to deal in steel
Warriors of the faith, to no living soul we kneel
Born into the fold, the templars are for real
No one will ever bring us to heel
Come and fly with us, together as one we belong
This magic of metal unites us, its making us strong
Like an arrow we strike - stronger than all
Shooting through the air at full speed
Like an arrow of might - stronger than all
In the name of metal, defending our hopes and beliefs
The past and the present unites in us all,
We stand up for our beliefs
The way of the templars is here once again,
Forever they will be free
Like an arrow we strike - stronger than all
Heavy metal troops on the rise
Like an arrow of might - stronger than all
Well walk through fire, were true to ourselves
Like an arrow we strike - stronger than all
Shooting through the air at full speed
Like an arrow of might - stronger than all
In the name of metal, defending our hopes and beliefs
song performed by by Hammerfall
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The Role Of Resistance
the bow must be strong
and so must the string be
but with more flexibility
and the arrow must be
sharp and smooth and
to the air it must know
its ways like the river
to its own winding tunnel......
the hand pulls the tail
the resistance works
the arrow against the bow
and then you shall see
something is gone in
such a sudden way
far, far, farther away.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Draw Me A Map Of This World
lady draw me a map of
this world
and tell me where the
mountains and
rivers are
draw me an island
of soft grass
where a man and
woman can rest
and make love
draw me a pond
a larger one where
the orange goldfish
are fat where the
swans can swim
draw me some
clouds where the
birds can fly
make them real
please
i need all of them
for me
to be real today.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cupid's Arrow
Shoot an arrow in the air
and where it falls, you know not where.
But shoot that arrow through the heart
and when it strikes love may start,
or twist and turn and soon depart.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Testimony is like an arrow shot from a long-bow; its force depends on the strength of the hand that draws it. But argument is like an arrow from a cross-bow, which has equal force if drawn by a child or a man.
quote by Charles Boyle
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General Grant had no fixed plan of campaign beyond the general idea to avoid the strong defensive line occupied by General Lee behind Mine Run, and find a way to draw him out to open battle.
quote by James Longstreet
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Observe Everything.
Communicate Well.
Draw, Draw, Draw.
quote by Frank Thomas
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Enforced With A Focus Fixed
Being alone and wishing to be,
With an acknowledgement of it.
I chose to experience removing myself from limits.
And with the doing of this helped me to realize,
I depended on the feeding of my weaknesses.
And when I faced this doing to prove I could do...
With a self examination to improve,
I became enforced with a focus fixed upon it.
I had to divorce from my emotions then too sensitive.
And with a taking I did...
I took the oars to row my floating boat back to shore,
To never again ignore those obstacles.
Being alone and wishing to be,
With an acknowledgement of it.
I chose to experience...
Distance!
And I became enforced with a focus fixed.
Divorced from my emotions then too sensitive,
I became enforced with a focus fixed.
With a focus fixed.
And with a focus fixed...
I divorced from my emotions,
Then too sensitive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Life Is So Hard
You are an arrow and I am a bird
God shot the arrow right into my heart!
Now I am wounded but you are a quack doctor
So you can’t give me the treatment that I look for.
Now money is the most important factor
But I am poor can’t afford a good doctor.
Still I bleed and it seems I will run out of blood
But there’s no one to help me my life is so hard.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Acrimony
In longest night
of pitch-dark space
you disappear like an arrow.
No star brightens your face.
Rumor was cruising like a bat on streets
to capture the gullible victim
on winter solstice.
The snow was falling like
sorcery.
A little anxiety to taste the
dried out grapes
and listen to the hunger
mouthless.
You draw the lake
on a canvas
and then jump into it
with visible nakedness.
poem by Satish Verma
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One must always draw, draw with the eyes, when one cannot draw with a pencil.
First Shot
I said I was hunting deer. I knew the trails, the split tracks and pellets of shit; circles
where they bedded down together. I faced a buck once, for almost ten minutes I think;
I moved first and it left me. I ran home to think.
I had a bow, target arrows, a target on straw. My father said be careful, and I was, but
I sneaked my bow and arrow to the woods. I surprised a tiny rabbit near a hole. It
froze. I had an arrow on it. I moved and it ran for the hole. I never shot.
They had a blanket, in a clearing of wiry grass that sloped to the north. He had her
down, her hands all over his back. I thought I knew her. They hadn't seen me. I notched
an arrow. His head turned my way, vague, like he needed his glasses, and maybe afraid.
I got scared, I wasn't sure what it was; I shot my arrow, my first shot, wild I think, and ran.
I waited for something for weeks, for more than weeks. I couldn't answer questions. I
thought I saw her a few times, later. I never went back until I was sixteen, almost, and
nothing was there but I only stayed for a minute.
poem by Eric Torgersen
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