The man who reads nothing at all is better educated than the man who reads nothing but newspapers.
quote by Thomas Jefferson
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No one comes.
No one comes.
No one reads.
I feel no sense I'm so displeased.
A worthjess speck of dust you see,
an annoyance here, my heart does bleed.
So what's the point my dear?
Nobody cares not even you I fear.
No one comes
and no one reads.
An invisible being that no one needs.
poem by Michael McParland
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I Have A Friend
I have a friend who reads and reads
And lets his yard grow into weeds.
I said, that's too high to let it grow!
He said, Quoth the raven, "Never mow."
poem by Elizabeth Worthington
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The teaser
So you are alone?
What now, what about your being alone?
You write a poem about it?
Let me see and read it.
(reads like reading an
electric bill for January)
there is nothing here,
everyone feels like you do
except that you write about
it, and you call yourself a poet,
I don’t think it will make a difference
Do you drink san mig beer?
Do you smoke 2 packs of Marlboro
A day? You don’t? Why not try it?
Let me see your choice of words,
(reads the poem again)
There is nothing in here that
Makes you different from the rest
Of us, smokers and drinkers and
Gamblers. What makes you think
You are not like us? Huh?
(crumples the paper where the
poem is written and leaves,
he picks it up and smoothens it
folds it like his blanket and slides
it in his pocket like a paycheck)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Poet's Blues
A poet
Is having a hard time
To day
While he is writing his poem
He writes something
Om his computer
And after he finishes it he reads it
And it doesn't seem good enought for him
So he errases it
And he writes his poem again on his computer
When he is finished with his poem
He reads his poem
And he is not happy with it still
So he errases it again
And then he writes it again on his compute
Now his poem is finally making sense
And all he needs to do is to elaborate his poem
Now it it is getting late for the poet
Ans he needs a break from writing
So he goes to sleep right now
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Three Concerned
The Man
He lies forgotten 'neath the watching skies,
the blood upon his bayonet scarlet bright;
the red moon shining in his glazed eyes,
the 'Last Post' crying, crying in the night.
The Woman
She proudly sits within her home of gloom,
and reads and reads his lines with wistful smile,
then, eyes aglisten, seeks the empty room
(and he within his bloody grave the while.)
The Child
His wooden war-horse stands beside his bed,
his tiny pillow holds a head of gold.
He dreams of all the things his father said,
he dreams of all the tales his father told.
poem by Leon Gellert
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Seeking everything
Seeking everything
~
A life, a world so often sought
Without a picture of what it may be
A world, a phrase somewhere picked up
In a poem, a book or a song
To what it reads we all think different
And interpretation becomes the thought
The thought becomes the dream
A lavish fantasy so well looked upon
That we are all lost in what we seek
Blind to the ambition it brings
Blind to the fantasy of which it reads
We take each word by our own demands
Pluck them like flowers to the vase
That all we see is a thing of beauty
The first picture of a new world
Where the new life does await
And however it may or may not look
It remains but a thought and what we find
Is that which we seek to fulfil our lives
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Caution
When it comes to love
we see the warning signs,
caution and don’t go there,
but because of who we are,
we ignore them all the time.
We reverse the signs of caution and don’t go there.
Throwing caution to the wind,
we go without a care.
It is only when love dies
and our heart is beyond repair,
do we realise we should have listened
to the warning signs
caution and don’t go there.
Then it is too late
and there is no turning back.
Tears flood our eyes
and sadness fills our heart.
We should always read the signs
and not ignore them all the time.
If it reads caution,
we should tread carefully,
and if reads don’t go there,
we should take its advice
and go elsewhere.
16 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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For A Marriage Of St. Catherine By Hans Memmelinck
(In the Hospital of St. John at Bruges)
MYSTERY: Catherine the bride of Christ.
She kneels, and on her hand the holy Child
Now sets the ring. Her life is hushed and mild,
Laid in God's knowledge—ever unenticed
From God, and in the end thus fitly priced.
Awe, and the music that is near her, wrought
Of angels, have possessed her eyes in thought:
Her utter joy is hers, and hath sufficed.
There is a pause while Mary Virgin turns
The leaf, and reads. With eyes on the spread book,
That damsel at her knees reads after her.
John whom He loved, and John His harbinger,
Listen and watch. Whereon soe'er thou look,
The light is starred in gems and the gold burns.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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With U - Every day is a Valentine
Today, the calendar reads 14 Feb
The day we all call as Valentine...
Let's celeberate this moment of love
Once again, I wanna make you mine....
You've always been so beautiful
Gracefully Vivacious; as you are today...
Our bonding of love has been so true
Wish you my love; Happy Valentine's Day....
You have been the only one girl
Who rules my heart; sends shivers down my spine...
I go down on one knee; my arms streched
Sweetheart; Will you be my Valentine....
Love is in the air, love is all around
Feel this love and come close to me...
I promise to keep you deep in my heart
Love you more then ever; that's how I see....
Today, the calendar reads 14 Feb
Cherish this day with a toast of red wine...
Baby, each day spent with you is special
With you my love; Every day is a Valentine! ! !
@copyrights reserved with Author
poem by Rohit Sharma
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The Cycles Of Man
One's birth,
One's orbit,
Of the cycles of man to teach many;
I have orbited within myself seven times.
Of one's birth,
Of one's orbit,
Seven times seven equals to fortynine but,
I did that within fortyfive years.
The cycles of man,
Of one's orbit;
The cycles of man,
Of one's birth;
To you who reads, learn from this muse.
We are orbiting within ourselves and,
We are all moving round and round;
This is the higher dimentional levels of man with,
This muse to teach many.
To the one who thinks,
To the one who reads,
Never understood by man but many will know it;
Like the heat that melts the ice.
Mine life had not been very easy at all,
My mind had not got a rest at all,
But i am four years ahead of man;
My Philosophy,
My Realm,
To be born on Friday the 13th! !
I am man full of imaginations to reach you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Fairy Book
In summer, when the grass is thick, if Mother has the time,
She shows me with her pencil how a poet makes a rhyme,
And often she is sweet enough to choose a leafy nook,
Where I cuddle up so closely when she reads the Fairy-book.
In winter when the corn's asleep, and birds are not in song.
And crocuses and violets have been away too long,
Dear Mother puts her thimble by in answer to my look,
And I cuddle up so closely when she reads the Fairy-book.
And Mother tells the servants that of course they must contrive
To manage all the househod things from four till half-past five,
For we really cannot suffer interruption from the cook,
When we cuddle close together with the happy Fairy-book.
poem by Norman Rowland Gale
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Man is what he reads.
quote by Joseph Brodsky
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Differences
My neighbor lives on the hill,
And I in the valley dwell,
My neighbor must look down on me,
Must I look up?--ah, well,
My neighbor lives on the hill,
And I in the valley dwell.
My neighbor reads, and prays,
And I--I laugh, God wot,
And sing like a bird when the grass is green
In my small garden plot;
But ah, he reads and prays,
And I--I laugh, God wot.
His face is a book of woe,
And mine is a song of glee;
A slave he is to the great 'They say,'
But I--I am bold and free;
No wonder he smacks of woe,
And I have the tang of glee.
My neighbor thinks me a fool,
'The same to yourself,' say I;
'Why take your books and take your prayers,
Give me the open sky;'
My neighbor thinks me a fool,
'The same to yourself,' say I.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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All I've ever really done is page 3 in The Sun, and not every man reads that.
quote by Katie Price
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Woe be to him that reads but one book.
quote by George Herbert
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Boy
(ian hunter/mick ronson)
Genocidal tendencies are silly to extreme
After all youre still quite small you dont know where youve been
You was only swearing yesterday
Oh you want to win the world away
But now you got nothing to say-ay-ay
Boy youre getting out of hand
Youve got to make a stand
So put the coke away
Boy you got the do the show
Got to let the people know
You got the strength to stay
I can see you run
I can see you hide
Oh your heart is aching
Lost in a dream of what might have been
Youre the guide
Youre the number one
And your knees are shaking
Stand and deliver in an endless dream
Schizophrenic, photogenic, aggravates me so
Only yes-men
Have a guess man
Watch the spirit go
Batman zips the monster as he bleeds
And gets up on the buzz he needs
And a kid on the street just reads
And reads and reads and reads
And reads and reads and reads
Boy its them hard case city blues
Cagney is the news
Does the giant ring a bell
Boy its the hudson east river cruise
Its the empire state buffoons
Oh you know the story well
Do you have to run
Do you have to hide
Theres a new tomorrow
Yes youre a mess
But youre more than less
When this battles won
You can look inside
Oh you did not borrow
Yes youre the best
But you still cant rest
You know you know
The carnival is closed
Your streets alive with ghosts
But a friend says dont look back
Dont look back dont look round
Your vision is your fate
Through long electric nights
When a woman helps you write
Na na na
Na na na
Na
Na na na
Na na na
Cheer up mate put the dramas in the past
See you did not have to fast
Euphemism lasts and lasts and lasts
And lasts and lasts and lasts
And lasts and lasts
Boy if youve got an axe to grind
Be thankful for this time
For it gives you what you need
Boy youve got an eighty-eight to play
Itll tell you what to say
Itll tell you when to breathe
Boy take a turnpike heading west
Turn the people on to beau geste
Cause thats what you did the best
Boy play the pipes till theyre old and worn
Sing the words till they fall forlorn
Like the pieces of a jigsaw jet
Boy dont let the earth get in your face
Its a middle-aged displace
Its the middle ages snide
Boy were a million miles away
And to think its so insane
Take a chance on a one way ride
Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your mind
Oh these people aint your kind
No they aint your kind at all
Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your brain
No these people aint the same
You can hear another call
Boy the [other book? ] starts with [no? ]
They dont show us how to grow
They only show us how to win
Boy the secrets in the bicycle shed
Aint no answers now theyre dead
To seek is a mortal sin
Hey you know boy let your madness be the clue
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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The books that everybody admires are those that nobody reads.
quote by Anatole France
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The wise man reads both books and life itself.
quote by Lin Yutang
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