He that has a muckle nose thinks ilk ane speaks o't.
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A wise man first thinks and then speaks and a fool speaks first and then thinks.
Ali in Peak of Eloquence
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Nose
No one cares for the nose
To go nose straight is the tao
If there were no eyes
You could see better with your nose
If there were no nose
you wouldnot distinguish the sweet from the bitter
And there would be no value judgements in the world
And it is the nose that keeps you hot in the cold
And that keeps you cold in Jakodabad
The nose is the vigilant customs officer
That does not allow any drug to your lungs
And the nose cannot be bribed
Oh Nose! the customs officer of the body
And the pivot of value judgement in the world
If that name thou love
Remain with us and teach the noseless world
That it must have a nose in this wartorn world
He who knows the greatness of nose
Surely goes to the realm of rose
In the life to come
Hurrah Let us compose hymns to nose
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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The God speaks
Macbeth speaks; Hamlet speaks.
We say Shakespeare speaks.
Krishna speaks to Arjuna.
We don’t say Vyasar speaks.
21.11.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man does not speak because he thinks; he thinks because he speaks. Or rather, speaking is no different than thinking: to speak is to think.
quote by Octavio Paz
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You Cry Baby And You Cry Alone
you are right. No one is ugly.
each one is as beautiful
as one thinks s/he is
to be
everyone has always
the possibility of being
beautiful if one thinks
that s/he is ugly
we are moved by our own
thoughts
how we conceive ourselves to be
how we carry our crowns
how we sway our arms
how we sit with dignity
the mirror speaks but we
need not listen
we must insist on who we are
from the bottom of
our hearts
remember what they always
tell you
you cry baby and you cry alone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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He that commits a fault thinks everyone speaks of it.
He that has a great nose, thinks everybody is speaking of it.
quote by Thomas Fuller
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Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face
Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.
Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you'd be forced to smell your feet.
Your nose would be a source of dread
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.
Within your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.
Your nose, instead, through thick and thin,
remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place--
be glad your nose is on your face!
poem by Jack Prelutsky
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Thus speaks the star
Thus speaks the star
Leave them asleep
Thus speaks the star
Buried the past
Thus speaks the star
Go for fresh start
Thus speaks the star
Life is our and our
Thus speaks the star
Be optimistic and go far.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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As love thinks no evil, so envy speaks no good.
Sonnet- Men On Earth
Whoever thinks is great, is not yet so;
Whoever disregards a man, ain't man;
Whoever proud behaves, can't farther go;
Whoever thinks men slaves is not human!
Whoever selfish stays, can't forge ahead;
Whoever evil does, will reap the same;
Whoever stone-hearted turns is but dead;
Whoever makes men sin ends up in shame.
Whoever helps others is helped by God;
Whoever speaks the truth is God's belov'd;
Whoever duty does, gets God's Abode;
Whoever lives for God is like His cloud,
Whoever loves others are called God's men;
Whoever loves the Maker gets Heaven.
poem by John Celes
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The Best One Yet
Her armpits are hairy
her best friend's a fairy
she don't like Moe, Curly, or Larry
she likes candle wax and lithographs
of the Virgin Mary
She's never owned a television
her living room's a hippy prison
full of wine, wicker, and plastic beads
And four editions
of the Norton Anthology
She's the kind of chick
who'd never like me
yet she flips for her professor
of Vedic philosophy -
A one-armed Indian
twice her age
who thinks socks and sandals
are all the rage
He speaks in parables
and reeks of sweat
and thinks she might be
the best one yet
poem by Alistair Adkinson
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To Know The Word of the Spirit Original 01 16 2011
TO KNOW THE WORD
OF THE SPIRIT:
Original 01 16 2011
To know the word as motive
Know that God speaks the nous
Between his will and knowledge
Prerogatives of vision and reason
To know the word as verbal
Know that God speaks transcendent
Nous -to know the word as noun
Know God speaks the tone of you
To know the word as poem read
To know the word as pronoun
Know that god does not speak
Of you god speaks to you
To know the word as adverb
Know that God does not speak
About you God speaks through you
To know the word as adjective
Know that God speaks by you
To know the word as preposition
Know God speaks from the heart
To know the word as poem write
To know the word is off the table
Know that God knows who sops
And all that was [was] forgiven
To know word as free verse
To know the word as parable
Know that God speaks nous
To know that God has spoken
Know pain and pleasure in spirit.
Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permissions.
poem by Lee B. Mack
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Why do you think?
Why do you think?
Other should think the way you think
Can you think the way they think?
Everybody thinks’
His way is the right way to think
Respect what people think
The way they think
You will find people
Respecting what and how you think
Everybody has the right to think
The way he thinks’ and what he thinks’
One can only tell what he thinks’
If they like it
They will approve what you think
No regrets, no hard feelings
Nobody loses, Nobody wins
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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