We are all made of the same clay, but not from the same mold.
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Who Is Problematic?
Do you think that my heart is made of metal,
For you to bang and put into the furnace and melt to mold,
The heart of same design customize to your desires,
To keep me as the loyal being just near your dirty heart?
Do you think that my heart is made of clay,
For you to squeeze it as you wish and play,
The game of a monarch and a joker,
To say yes and smile at your repetitive insult?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Carpenter By Trade
His future had been laid- for he was a carpenter by trade.
Just as a carpenter can mold anything out of wood
He could mold mans hearts and souls into good.
He would mold mans hearts with accurate precision
For this was his fathers decision.
He came to mold all the hearts of mankind
And open the eyes of the blind.
The world would come to know him as the king of kings
And see all the love that he would bring.
Throughout the centuries it will be told
He is the master craftsman of the heart and soul.
Now when we feel a tingle of sensation
And a wanting to get more of inspiration
Look for the craftsman who could mold
The hearts and souls of man
To give you a helping hand.
when he made the heart of man
He left a corner deep within
Where the love for him can forever grow
And his love you could show.
Let all who know you - know this carpenter man
Who from evil he took his stand.
He has entered in you to mold you from the inside out
So you would know what loves about.
poem by Louis Rams
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Death is an incident producing clay. Use it, mold it, learn from it.
quote by John Gilling
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Stone
The days have passed, nights are gone,
I'm still in love with a stone,
The seasons changed, the clay too came,
I still hold it with no moan,
The clay comes to me in so many shapes,
Wants me to hold it, whatever it may take,
But clay can hurt me, clay may fake,
Even if it's clay, I have a heart it can break,
The season may change,
The clay may go,
Slowing my heart beat,
All time low,
Stone is hard,
Stone is black,
Stone is emotionless,
Doesn't stab at back,
The clay, the stone, both make me die,
But if a stone does, even the clay may cry...
and I'll never ask why...
It's better to live with a stone,
not clay,
Clay is soft, but it hurts,
which is not the stone's way.....
poem by Apurva Jain
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Clay Thoughts!
there are some hard truths,
we often fail to believe
rather we succeed to forget
we are made of clay....
yes clay, i mean it
molded to be a wonder called human
still u feel reluctant to walk barefoot
feeling the mud itself is dirty for you! !
i am no exception
the extreme of identity crisis
the thought that disturbs u and me
we are clay
poem by Felix Lama
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Peace Proposal
Said General Clay to General Gore really must we fight this silly war
To kill and die in such a bore I quite agree said General Gore
Said General Gore to General Clay we could go to the beach today
And have some icecream on the way a grand idea said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore we'll build sand castles on the shore
Said General Gore we'll splash and play let's leave right now said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay but what if the sea's closed today
And what if the sand's been blown away the dreadful thought said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay I've always feared the ocean's spray
And we may drown it's true we may it chills my blood said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore my bathin' suit is slightly tore
We better go on with our war I quite agree said General Gore
The General Clay chanrged General Gore as bullets flew and cannons roared
And now at last there is no more of General Clay or General Gore
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Love Is A Circle
Love is not here to fade away
like the raindrops on a rainy day.
Love is not given for us to mold,
Like a clay pot, or as a necklace made of gold.
Love is not give for us to hord
Behind a closed heart in which it's stored.
But love is give openly without fear
From someone like you I cherish so dear.
Love is a circle, like a track with a choo choo train
To be given and given and given again.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on June 3,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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I like doing clay work. It's different from drawing on a page because you have something to mold into different shapes. It's quite visual, it's a thing you can hold and feel, and that makes it different from drawing.
quote by Bonnie Wright
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The Generals
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'Oh must we fight this silly war?
To kill and die is such a bore.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'We could go to the beach today
And have some ice cream on the way.'
'A grand idea,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'But what if the sea is closed today?
And what if the sand's been blown away?'
'A dreadful thought,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'I've always feared the ocean's spray,
And we may drown!' 'It's true, we may.
It chills my blood,' said General Clay.
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'My bathing suit is slightly tore.
We'd better go on with our war.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Then General Clay charged General Gore
As bullets flew and cannons roared.
And now, alas! there is no more
Of General Clay or General Gore.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Love Is A Circle
Love is not here to fade away
like the raindrops on a rainy day.
Love is not given for us to mold,
Like a clay pot, or as a necklace made of gold.
Love is not give for us to hord
Behind a closed heart in which it's stored.
But love is give openly without fear
From someone like you I cherish so dear.
Love is a circle, like a track with a choo choo train
To be given and given and given again.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on June 3,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Dusty Creator
as you mold the clay
to make a face out me
you need to put water
and regroup all those
elements of fire and
air and earth
that refer to myself:
some stories and
answers to what i am
and from where i am
to where i am heading
to where shall i end
because you are my creator
and i am your mere dust
and for all things queer
and weird, My Lord, I must abide.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You have to create a track record of breaking your own mold, or at least other people's idea of that mold.
quote by William Hurt
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Anyway You Want Me
(words & music by a. schroeder and c. owens)
Ill be a strong as a mountain,
Or weak as a willow tree,
Anyway you want me,
Thats how I will be.
Ill be a tame as a baby,
Or wild as the raging sea,
Anyway you want me,
Thats how I will be.
In your hand my heart is clay,
To take a mold as you may.
Im what you make me, youve only to take me,
And in your arms I will stay.
Ill be a fool or a wise man,
My darling you hold the key,
Yes, anyway you want me,
Thats how I will be,
I will be.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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What To Do
you get a handful of mud
put a little rain
and then you begin shaping
a face
carefully you put some
tenderness
sculpting forgiveness
you mold your vision
of integrity
you stop for a while
and contemplate on what is
it that is missing
your heart is heavy
it is filled with the burden
of love
you pour love
more of it like a basin
of water
the mold is so thirsty
until
it is finally broken
your hands after the
error
must begin again
to shape the mold
of regrets
until love reassembles
your face
a beautiful face so full of
hope &
courage
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Make your mold. The best flux in the world will not make a usable shape unless you have a mold to pour it in.
quote by Robert Collier
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For Him I Know Not: Xiii
i come back to you
to set the cracks caused
in this clay mold
not once do you turn me down
you simply touch-heal
to seal the cracks and help me
stand steady and smile
this loving touch of yours
remakes me time and again
your caring hands are always
ready to gently hold me
whenever i stumble...
12jul2010
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Nature made him, and then broke the mold.
quote by Ludovico Ariosto
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God made me and broke the mold.
quote by Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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Clay Woman
Clay woman, baked too long
Stone cold, deep red, stand
Clay woman, heat too high,
Brittle with the remnant demand
Too long in the kiln
Not set at bake but sear
Scorched beauty remains,
But not a breath be near
Can't breathe too hard,
Clay woman may turn to dust
Can't look too long
For clay woman may combust,
And above all else,
Do not touch her heart,
Her back will break,
Her wounds will smart,
Clay woman, baked too long
All hope and joy abstains,
Clay woman, heat too high
Can my tears salvage my remains?
poem by Eowyn Aurora
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Nature made him, and then broke the mold.
Ludovico Ariosto in Orlando Furioso
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