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All action is of the mind and the mirror of the mind is the face, its index the eyes.
The face is the index of the mind, but appearances are deceitful.
One of the things that I've always thought I would like to do is to develop an environmental index. Then people can measure their own environmental performance on an index as they do in other ways.
quote by Maurice Strong
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If You
If you lift your index finger
to someone, you must know,
the four others are towards you.
If you don't have the courage,
to face one, don't try to
humiliate him under the guise,
of a person whose mask disturbs you.
My face will then turn into,
another mask, may be worse,
than yours, then where will you
hide your ugly face and utterance?
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Suzzi
Prepositions, words, and the acts of my love towards you;
For the index of my mind is abstracted to you like the wind!
But advanced as it may sound to you,
I will still live to love you the more!
Oh love,
I am pleged to your diplomancy with the anticipations of the muse;
And i am the man in your dreams.
I know what you need and what you want,
For i am placed in your heart!
And, you can't deny this fact as shown on your face.
Suzzi, i am the man in your heart;
And do not confuse your neurosis with your sex appeals,
Because real women in the society do have their fragrance too.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Singing Together
Autumn has came already
As in a psalm the amen.
We are together ready
To swallow venom-honey.
We are together ready
To grow the willing crocus
To bloom in our soul
This autumn last in focus.
We are together ready
And blessed by the cloud shadows.
What Sun has planed already-
We are together ready…
Translation of the poetry 'Cantec in doi' by Lucian Blaga
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poem by Elena Daniela
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Street Light
The street light
Looks at me
Eye to eye
And asks:
Is your mind
Brighter than me?
Of course, not
I say.
You do your
Duty diligently
Silently, not a
Word of grudge
Not a look of
Dissent, I see.
And me?
I huff and puff
At every duty
Given to me.
How can my
Mind surpass
The supreme
Intelligence,
The pristine
Brightness
Of thee?
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poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Puppet King
A puppet king has no brain or own freewill
He only does what the puppet master wants
Devoid of a mind n’ soul he’s made to kill
Acting at behest of politicos’ n’ dilettantes
ROTMS
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Hello Candice, Are You Sure Of Yourself?
you speak of some bits, bits and bits
of bits buried underneath our hearts and
bones and you want them
to be unraveled bit by bit
that there is always a way, a manner
a process, some means
to an end, to find that light at the end of the tunnel
i am born on a complicated day.
And then i have grown hairs on my head
They too are complications
and my fingers do not have the same lengths
and shapes
That is also another complication
And my feet are not straight
And my face is not proportional
There are angles of deflection
There are lights in me which are refracted
And i may appear so far
And my hands may bend a little
It is because of the difference in our index
I am myself sometimes. I am not myself most of the times.
I ask you then: Are you sure of yourself?
Is that you? If yes, I am telling you
I am not me. I am somebody else.
If No, do not mind me at all.
I am having the tantrums of the poet
A dough with yeast. A grapefruit sour to your lips.
I am irony. I am another riddle.
I like to make myself readable. How many syllables do you
need? Tell me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You, Your Face and Your Many Faces
you and your face
you and your many faces
i never clarify your other face
because you build a siege
with your many faces
your many faces have a heart of liar
little facet of your tricky mind
you and your many faces
your face not to be someone's follower
your face to be the queen of yourself
you and your face
you don't need to show your inner face
your many faces will play the pace
and no one resist your easily fake face
your face and your many faces
if those two are not good enough
to get me
what will you take to become your face?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Red Death At 6'14 (disc)
[I'll buy it out there
got a cop down at
6:14, 6:14?]
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whoo!
what's that she said
what's that she said
what's that she said
with her fingers turning blue
and her face was turning red
whoo!
was that her dad
was that her dad
was that her dad
with the magic marker
writing little angel on her head
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whoo!
she must be dead
well she must be dead
she must be dead
if the only sound I hear
are the devils by her bed
oh
oh well
[cough
cough]
whoo!
what's that she said
what's that she said
what's that she said
with her fingers turning blue
and her face was turning red
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If you don't find it in the index, look very carefully through the entire catalogue.
There is no index of character so sure as the voice.
quote by Benjamin Disraeli
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A man's dreams are an index to his greatness.
quote by Zadok Rabinwitz
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That Naked Birthday Cake
the best hour to think
is this
3 o'clock
when it is still dark
when finally dusk breaks
the famed virginity of
a morning
light
it is the perfect
time when your mind
is like glass
with frost
and you write your pains in bold letters
using your index finger
no one reads it
and then the mist outside
as it is still very cold
covers all the letters again
the way you like
the icing so sweet that your dear mother
once put
on your naked birthday cake
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An index is a great leveller.
quote by George Bernard Shaw
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Wealth, like an index, reveals the character of men.
There is no greater index of character so sure as the voice.
quote by Benjamin Disraeli
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