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Perfection is finally attained not when there is no longer anything to add but when there is no longer anything to take away, when a body has been stripped down to its nakedness.
quote by Antoine de Saint-Exupery
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Moral authority is never retained by any attempt to hold on to it. It comes without seeking and is retained without effort.
quote by Mohandas Gandhi
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The happiness and peace attained by those satisfied by the nectar of spiritual tranquillity is not attained by greedy persons restlessly moving here and there.
An Artistic Inter-Dimensional Audience
writing in other sleep writing fled spheres
in other climes muse does vibrant chime
writing in another alpha wave order
mind crossed threshold gilded border
writing ordered stanzas attaining woven perfection
written read in awed deep sleep enslaved benediction
receding back to this dark soul starved physical plane
nothing of attained higher celestial realm is retained
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Like a birds
Like bird a man too
Finds worth that is true
Surging ahead lays the success
World is open with all its access
Only to end up with satisfaction and joy
Rest all is open for us to enjoy
How we seek and how it is attained
What the moral authority virtually retained
We have to learn a lot from birds and animals
How much happiness they have with new born arrivals?
Later on the life comes to some change
As we go on to loose some pounds with age
Poems are gift of words directly from heaven
They may be formed some times out of tunes
It may not loose its charm and hold
As it may reap good harvest and gold
Poems from heart come always with deep meaning
I have special care and attention with almost leaning
There is lot more to understand and learn
To give away nothing but something to earn
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Artistic Emulation Or Concept Original?
instead of emulating the other
with regard to overseas style
get personal agenda individual
becoming prime part of other
true to your own
unique voice voices
within your styles
that soul define
you is desirable
learning to grasp
attain
inner vision
Katherine
Mansfield attained desirable
exquisite
writing
perceiving
authentic
New Zealand cultural
voice
contrasts
of differing
Europe
New Zealand
childhood seen
writ Katheryn
distilled attained
a heightened
hyper awareness
through thought
OE experiences
attained heightened
hyper awareness
through overseas
living experiences
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Am No Longer
i am no longer the girl who sits alone
i am no longer the girl without a friend
i am no longer the girl with the knife
i am no longer the girl who looks at sorrow
i am no longer the girl seeking out missery
i am no longer the girl who hates her life
i am no longer the girl wanting everything to end
i am still the girl that is unknown
i am still the girl that follows
i am still the girl thats vile
i am no longer the girl without a smile
i am still the girl who seeks
i am no longer the girl making her life bleak
i am no longer the girl with depression
i am still the girl who seeks affection
i am no longer the girl whos not fun
i am no longer the girl who runs
but those who seek shall find
poem by Megan Watts
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If a man fights his way through his doubts to the conviction that Jesus Christ is Lord, he has attained to a certainty that the man who unthinkingly accepts things can never reach.
quote by William Barclay
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Nirvana
What is Nirvana if not being nude?
Being nothing, feeling nothing,
desiring nothing- is it so?
Moksha- can it be? [liberation]
Free of rebirth, free of attachment,
free of illusion-is it so?
Without passion, without opinion,
without judgment, without desire?
A fire without fuel- should it be?
The one who attained never ordained.
The one who ordained had not attained.
Nirvana is not a goal to run to.
It is a mount to climb up.
So much is so good, to have a better view.
06.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Thoughts Inside
An agriculture of thoughts inside the brain
Remains artistic, a feeling of war too attained.
The traders of mental weakness are few,
The industry of exact sciences remains the same.
One triumphs when the losing of thoughts is attained,
Ignored and betrayed, the victor now ends up.
The set of articles pertaining to his record
Are consulted to read into and to busy with.
One government is enough, one thought cancels again,
This thinker wonders along life once more.
poem by Naveed Akram
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You Are No Longer There!
I no longer hold you like I held you
When I held you...
I no longer want to...in my mind.
I no longer see you like I see you
When I saw you...
I no longer do that, with my time!
Lemonade kisses I licked we onced shared,
I don't even want them anymore...I'm full!
I no longer miss you like I missed you
When missing you...
It's no longer an issue to be defined!
Too messy...
'I no longer love you? ' Bring myself to love you?
Could you bring me peace of mind instead of puzzles
Of your pain...again? That pain...AGAIN? ..NO! '
I no longer hold you like I held you...
Enfolded holding you,
I no longer want to...in my mind!
I no longer see you,
Like I saw you when we met!
I no longer do that...
You're no longer there!
And I have no regrets!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How do you know it’s not a hand
It no longer takes your hand
It no longer strokes your hair
It no longer touches your lips
No longer waves hellos and goodbyes
No longer types a message for you
All it does is close your eyes
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Amie
(craig lee fuller)
I can see why you think you belong to me
I never tried to make you think or make you see one thing for yourself
But now your off with someone else and Im alone
You see I thought that I might keep you for my own
Amie, what you wanna do
I think I could stay with you
For a while maybe longer if I do
Dont you think the time was right for us to find
All the things we thought werent proper could be right in time
And cant you see which way we should turn together or alone
I can never see whats right or what is wrong
Dont you take too long to tell me
Amie, what you wanna do
I think I could stay with you
For a while maybe longer if I do
Amie, what you wanna do
I think I could stay with you
For a while maybe longer if I do
Now just come to what you want youve had your way
And all the things you thought before just faded into gray
And you can say that I dont know if its you or if its me
If its one of us Im sure we both will see
Wont you look at me and tell me
Amie, what you wanna do
I think I could stay with you
For a while maybe longer if I do
Amie, what you wanna do
I think I could stay with you
For a while maybe longer if I do
song performed by by Lonestar
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My love is falling! (Please help me stand) .
Yesterday I fell in love
Today I am betrayed
Tomorrow is uncertain
Love is attained
But only a few gained
I have been a los
ser
Because I have been a lover
My heart is broken
And my love taken
Please help me
For I am falling
Save me for I am dy
ing
I no longer have
A heart
My heart is been
Stolen
But with my concent
Now I want my heart and my
Love back
So I can fall in love again.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Ch 07 On The Effects Of Education Story 11
When I was a child I asked an illustrious man about puberty. He replied: ‘It is recorded in books that it has three signs. First, the age of fifteen years; secondly nocturnal pollutions; and thirdly, sprouting of hair on the pudenda; but in reality there is only one sign which is sufficient that thou shouldst seek the approbation of the most high and glorious rather than to be in the bondage of sensual pleasures; and whoever does not entertain this disposition is by erudite men considered not to have attained puberty.’
The form of man was attained by a drop of water
Which remained forty days in the womb.
If in forty years it has not attained sense and propriety
It can in reality not be called a man.
Virility consists in liberality and amiableness.
Think not that it is only in the material figure.
Virtue is necessary because the form may be painted
In halls with vermilion or verdigris.
If a man possesses not excellence and goodness
What is the difference between him and a picture on the wall?
It is no virtue to gain the whole world.
Gain the heart of one person if thou canst.
How Much Longer
I'm stuck
Inside
Can't get this done wish I could hide
This scene is really such a pain
I just
Can't see
How this is any use to me
This work is drivin' me insane
All I really want is to get away (can anybody tell me)
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
It's on
My mind
I think I'm runnin out of time
This weight is more than I can take
That clock
Is slow
It's never gonna let me go
This time I need more than just a break
All I really want is to get away (can anybody tell me)
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
And here I go again (and here I go again)
Wondering when (when)
I can have my time to play
(Can anybody tell me)
(Can anybody, can anybody tell me)
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can
How much longer until I can play that game
(I want to play that game)
Play that game
(I want to play that game)
song performed by by Yu-Gi-Oh
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It Isn't Everyday One Makes An Order, And Throws Out The Past
It isn’t everyday one makes an order, throws out the past
Goes through the piles of old papers
And sees here a missed opportunity there another time of life
Which one has long forgotten
Throwing most of the business papers away
And holding on to most personal things
One finds letters one did not answer
And dreams one did not begin to realize
Pictures are most painful
People no longer here
Loved ones in youth
Oneself as one was and will never be again
A life in these things
And almost gone
Cancelled bank books
Money one had once and no longer has
Love and people who were once one’s whole life
And are now strangers
The children
In so many different ages and times
The children no longer children
The past too too much past
Weighing me down with grief and despair
Asking myself how I can go on and for how much longer
Before someone else has to deal with the mess
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A good government implies two things; first, fidelity to the objects of the government; secondly, a knowledge of the means, by which those objects can be best attained.
quote by Joseph Story
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Dead Memory
Your memory no longer lingers through my life.
You were there once and now your gone.
Your memory has died like a rose when it is cut from the rest of the world.
Your torns no longer cut my heart.
My voice no longer whispers you name,
I no longer look for you in other people in other faces.
I no longer dream of you or wish that I see you once again.
My heart no longer cries or bleeds for you, not no more.
You no longer haunt my dreams or my memories.
I finally found someone that keeps me warm at night,
I finally found someone who has helped me erase your memory.
I no longer fall and stumble but I now walk tall.
Your memory was a weight that I carried through out time
that now I am free.
I can say that I no longer love you, for you are a dead memory
poem by Elizabeth Gaytan
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A word of trust
How I remember your presence with me
Those memories are now haunting me
The room so empty and none I find
Why did you leave me so far behind?
I no longer remain to sweep the floor
And collect the trash you left at the door
Looking at the windowpanes now covered with dust
Makes me feel I will no longer trust
For when things look blur you no longer see
An image so clear that could hardly be
But in this world it's all the same
Who to trust and who to blame?
poem by Meena Mustafa
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