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PoppyCat
Inquisitive nature, that cat.
How very curious,
How simply luxurious.
Where is the well that your questions
come from, that they never cease
even while you rest,
Cat?
You ponder and feel your way
Even as you rest you get your way.
You ponder as I ponder Cat.
we aimlessly wander.
By All Means
By All Means
By: Adam M. Snow
By all means, I need to ponder,
of my life going yonder.
But though I still long for truth,
I long for those who's not uncouth.
By all means, I carried out to wonder,
when flesh and spirit sunder.
But in a world such as this,
dost Thou be amiss?
But I seek what Thou has in stored;
that statement of the Lord.
By all means, I wonder to ponder,
of my life going yonder.
Misery held me 'gainst my woes,
as if my life cease to flow.
But if it be the answer of my eternal quest,
nor any Death-but lest;
I accept the truth from Thee,
to where the Strong assure me.
I wage my life upon thy altar,
ponder here a time of falter;
I live to serve only Thee.
We think that we must be-
gods upon this earth.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Journeys In Paradise
I wonder
I ponder
When you left
What were you thinking of?
Did you expect to find Love
Or Death?
Life could have been different
Youth does not know any better
Life would have been better
Youth is eerily nonchalant.
We long for perfect days
That will never come
Yesterday disappeared in the blaze
What remain are ashes and foams.
We wonder
We ponder
We miss things that we never had
We can awfully be sad and be mad
What were you thinking of?
Were you chasing Love?
We will never live
The long gone journeys in Paradise
Let's move on and be wise.
Because you had to leave
Life is now very different
And our love is somewhat deficient.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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A Poem Dedicated To My Murderer
If you strike a dagger in my chest
Do ponder
Air has no body.
Air is flow
Of running seas of life
It's a long story
Which has no beginning
And no end.
If you strike a dagger in my chest
Do ponder
Air is immortal
Air is mother's pat
Air is sound of a lullaby
Air is a prayer
Out of the mouth of babes!
(1983, Translated by Samina Amjad)
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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My own way of thinking is to ponder long and I hope deeply on problems and for a long time which I keep away for years and years and I never really let them go.
quote by Roger Penrose
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Man Of Action
You got all the time in the world
You count the minutes like beads on a string
Open the floor for a little debate
While you sit and watch the rug unravelling
You got a message from the weather man
Youre looking for a thumb when theres a hole to fill
Who bites the bullet?
Man of action will
Call me. have gun. will travel.
Think about it, ponder on that
If you cant make that move, man of action will
Think about it, ponder on this
With a fist or a kiss
Ill put your dreams in action
Pressures building up and down the line
You see the difference in the smallest thing
Put a new tape in your message machine
Hit the shelters til you see what change will bring
Sometimes justice seems a fragile thing
You paralyze it with a lack of will
Trade in your karma
Man of action will
Call the avenging angel
Think about it, ponder on this
If you cant make that move, man of action will
Think about it, ponder on that
Time to cut through the fat
I am your first reaction
Someones got to push it on
Someones got to shake it on
Someones got to take it on
Man of action will
song performed by by Utopia
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for Cory
i was startled
about your death
i am amazed.
your funeral so grand
the people are in deep mourning
i, too.
in you the presidency
has tripled its value
destiny brought you there
on that chair
God speaks
in yellow colors since then
its voice
is still the voice of the people.
Like Ninoy
forever you shall live
in our hearts.
Long live goodness
Long live dignity
Long live humility
Long live Godliness
In you Cory, we shall ponder
upon the next presidency.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Long Did It Sit
If something has been allowed,
To escape from the making of sense...
How long did it sit on a mind to ponder?
Before it was noticed to have left importance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Long You Must Suffer (After Rilke)
Long you must suffer, know nothing
when a fallen apple chunk, bit and
rank, lobs it's sufferance within you.
Almost loving what you ponder.
Nothing anyone garbles brings it back out.
poem by Lelio S Shirra
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Walk Casually Into The Sun
As I walk along my chosen path I know there is work to be done.
As I walk casually into the sun
As I stare at the marquis that bares my name I wonder how long will my show run
As I walk casually into the sun
As I ponder each step and charted course to my next action I ponder, have I yet begun?
As I walk casually into the sun
As the road gets rocky does this mean a rocky road or just loose pebbles undone
As I walk casually into the sun
As I look down at my feet and then at the sky, I think where am I what have I become
As I walk casually into the sun
As a boy I was a wimpy kid knowing it did not feel right, myself, I would not shun
As I walk casually into the sun
As greatness goes, it is not always great, . Greatness always is, I am the one
As I walk casually into the sun
As a man the plan was always this, to be great you must do what you love
As I walk casually into the sun
As I am in the now I know this, be great for those you love only then will you rise above.
As I walk casually into the sun
poem by Vincent Tinto
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Outlook
As your thoughts, so your outlook..
Ponder prior within deep
Right thought, taste..right lookout
And vice versa
Ponder prior within
Outlook up to the brim
Right thing, action, person...
Ripe the fruit
Family, society
Outlook, attitude...
Quality, ability, unity, utility
Yes for the betterment alone
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Half Of Me
half of me is darkness
half of me is light
half of me is a shadow
half of me is my body
one hand is above the other
elbow to elbow that is what levels me
i ponder upon these
one body pulled by two horses in opposite directions
i ponder upon a way
to tame this wildness
this anarchy of my senses
these desires not properly canalized
on Eros overflowing
on a confusion of my mind
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I See...
I oft ruminate upon what shall surely be-
I shall now proffer the glory of what I do see:
I see sunny days, with skies, bereft of cloud,
Wondrous emotions, I could not hope to shroud;
I see my jollity, exposed, for the world to behold,
I see a life, wherest the path is paved with gold!
I bear witness to my heart made to be weak,
Whence I ponder, the love, that for so long I did seek!
Yet, fortified am I, by this very same beauty-
Constancy of adoration, shall be my solemn duty!
I am but a man, yet with thee, a King, you, my Queen,
As I ponder upon what shall be, even what has been!
I count myself most fortuitous-thee, most beautificent star,
I shall covet thee, no matter of distance-near to me, or far!
Your's is a beauty, more than all else, rarified-
So too then, shall same be, by me, glorified!
I shan't be remiss-to watch my star, idly fall,
I simply must answer this-my heart's urgent call-
To dutiful action...paint me selfish, or even self-serving-
Yet, to drink in your resplendence, I am most deserving!
Ne'er shall I have even hoped, to have been prime,
For it was ne'er my choosing whence it was my time-
This was written long ago, in His very own hand,
It is only for my embrace, ne'er for me to understand!
I envision a world filled with myriad, beauteous emotion-
The celebration of such, shall be my life-long devotion!
Obligation is owed to you, for this and so much more,
For, you are this beauty I do so very much, adore!
Maurice Harris,25 January 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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Weary Lad
Weary Lad
By: Adam M. Snow
He gaze upon himself utterly; not knowing, not knowing.
Should he ponder or sunder; but his words not flowing, but his words not flowing.
His thoughts a damsel, not quite a lady
His heart is young, his mind is shady.
But this girl he lust but lest he dream,
The girl he long the more she gleams.
He sought her again, once again
And once again, his heart speaks of her.
He gaze upon himself utterly; not knowing, not knowing.
Should he ponder or sunder; but his words not flowing, but his words not flowing.
He quiver with fear as she draws near;
This young lad's love is all he had.
Despair follows in the quake of his steps,
He waits for her with every pep.
He speaks only of her but dreams of her forever.
Surely these two souls are destined to be,
But he remains alone in the far distant sea.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Here Again I Sit
Here I sit to pit again,
To ponder long my midnight watch.
To take heed and seek to clutch,
To plant seeds
And yearn to watch them grow.
Life and death of all are one,
Our breeding corpse beneath the sun,
That is as we are it,
Here again I sit.
poem by David Lacey
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Constant strife
My feelings are strange
To my own heart.
I ponder and ponder
To find I’ll never
Know the reason why.
The sky looks the same
So does my habitat.
But deep inside I find
Something is changed.
And the change, it is
The strangest and the greatest
I ever experienced.
I am caught up
In a fight, the very fight
Between hope and despair.
For God, I plead
There be an end to it.
‘Cause I can’t take it
Even a moment more.
I begged despair
And did plead to hope
To stop this war.
Yet they play with my life
As if it were a mere plaything.
And none of them ready
To step down for me.
poem by Emily Angel
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Night of Dreary
Night of Dreary
By: Adam M. Snow
The moon beams upon roses of blood;
to those who sought the everlasting flood.
It is this night that I sought and wander;
for everything I've done, I've stopped to ponder.
Will I awaken or will I die?
This is the night that I cry.
Tis be my night of dreary wonder;
all and all why did I blunder?
In the dark I must lie;
for all things must truly die.
So let the voices echo in the night;
telling me whether or not I should fight.
It is this night that I sought and wander;
for everything I've done, I've stopped to ponder.
Will I awaken or will I die?
This is the night that I cry.
Why, oh why did I left my body so cold;
all alone with no sight to behold?
Who am I now for I am someone who is lost?
For nevermore is my soul cold like frost.
Twas upon this night of dreary;
that my essence was cold and weary.
I see the shadows coming for me;
though I not know what the curse may be.
Could it be that this is the end;
that there's nothing left for me to fend?
It is this night that I sought and wander;
for everything I've done, I've stopped to ponder.
Will I awaken or will I die?
This is the night that I cry.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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A Squint and a Peek
With a squint and a peek
I popped into this world
With a yell and a breath
I took hold
As to why I was here
I had not a clue
And I still scratch my head
as I wonder
Why me and why now
are questions I ask
While the reason for all
stays well hidden
Why do I think
and incessantly ponder
And what does it mean
to be sentient
Will science explain
why all is as it is
Or is there divine
all-encompassing purpose
And are we alone
in our vast cosmic home
Or do unknown others
ponder with us
What I feel deep inside
is that life is a gift
And it's a proper response
to be thankful
When I do leave this world
if I squint and I peek
I may glimpse answers
to some of my musings
poem by Mark Bratlie
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I
A paleness, resting in the shadow of decayed staircases -
It rises at night in silver guise
And wanders under the cloister.
In coolness of a tree and without pain
The perfect breathes
And does not need the autumnal stars -
Thorns over which the other falls.
Lovers ponder long after
His sad fall.
poem by Georg Trakl
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The Hurry....
to insist, that is power enough.
to rise up, after a fall,
that is cliche that we are not afraid
to use, we are that.
stagnant pools collect,
and they die.
to run, and keep on running
that is cleansing.
to stop but only for a while
to ponder upon the plight of the dead bird
lying on the street
no one lasts long forever,
that is the most basic fact that we take along with us in our long journey.
i collect moments now. I will have more
before I die.
My neighbor wants to go with me for a hunt
i tell him do not bring any sling.
This is different, Totally different.
We are looking for silent nooks.
WE want moons, we drink only dew
and dine only those tips of the green ferns
along the way.
Black birds are overhead.
Clouds conspire with the wind and then gone.
If we stop again, we will lose.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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