Many books require no thought from those who read them, and for a very simple reason; they made no such demand upon those who wrote them.
Charles Caleb Colton in Lacon (1820)
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In Hell
You live by the book of wonders,
The book has hell on it when opened.
The inferno carries pits too grilling,
The grills are offered by devils,
Contagious diseases are handed over
To the body and bones, full of hatred.
A hell of books is opened by the librarian,
You choose a simple verb to read,
Then this verb is read, the verb that signals death.
Your death must never come by reading books,
Long scrolls so wonderful,
Of books the world is made
And the reason for books is reading,
Not living in Hell.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Shortness And Choices
a simple line
following a simple rhyme
from a simple man.... here to say
that there is always a choice you can always choose just like me
you can do it willingly
there is always a choice there is o yes just read this and know that
there is reason for everything debacle, every chat,
EVERYTHING, there is a reason yet always a choice just think
on this and don't care to even read simply know there is choice and reason
poem by David Knox
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My brother used to say that I wrote faster than he could read. He wrote two books - of poems - better than all mine put together.
quote by Laurence Housman
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The Note You Never Wrote
Later on, the story goes,
A bottle floated out to sea.
After days, when it had found the perfect spot,
It opened up,
And I read the note that you never wrote to me
After all, Im sure you know,
The mayor of baltimore is here.
After days now he can finally appear,
Now at last hes here,
But he never is gonna get my vote,
cause he never is gonna get a quote
From the little note
That you never wrote to me.
Further on, along the line,
I was arrested on the shore,
Holding papers of governments galore.
I was taken in,
But I read the note that you never wrote.
Yes, I read the note that you never wrote.
Oh, I read the note that you never wrote to me.
To me.
To me.
To me.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The Counselor
As they sit behind their made up desks
As they try to counsel one and another
While putting the blame on the world itself
Which includes everyone, except for each other.
They look at their diplomas upon the wall
Which brings a smile upon their face
Now they believe they are better than one and all
So now they tell you why, you had your fall from grace.
They look in their books and go in a deep thought
And give you sympathy as they do speak
They are sorry for the feelings inside your soul
But for you, they are here truly for your belief.
They might stand up and then pace the floor
And maybe think as they scratch their head
Telling you the reason for the problems you have
And that all comes from the books that they have read.
They laugh and they joke as they converse to others
Who has the degrees on the wall like themselves
Where they analyze everyone that does come around
While inside your soul, they say they have felt.
So as they dive so deep inside your mind
As they try to understand your ideas and thought
They too have problems many of their own
And that too is the answer that they had sought.
As If you could look inside their very own soul
And for that, a diploma you do not need
You might find something that you weren't expecting to find
Which will be a little bit of you, or a whole lot of me.
As they are people just you and I
And that a diploma on the wall anyone can earn
As they have the problems just like everyone else
But I guess in this life, they believe it is their turn.
So as they sit behind their imaginary desks
Thinking the deeds they did and asking themselves why
As they read their books and stare at their diploma on the wall
Remember with problems, they are no different than you or I.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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I Would Like It Better If
If I wrote to be liked,
I would not be read.
And I do like that some read,
What I write!
But I would like it better,
If I was fed...
By what it is I've said that is written...
And read by those who read what I wrote!
Finding a nibble to afford,
Liked And nourishes...
To feed the reader something read,
Coming from this writer's head!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Within reach
I pray Almighty and rest,
No more questions and no more zest,
Continue to strive always for best,
Is it not the time for simple test?
HE has done all his best,
Provided us with very good nest,
Simple food but better than feast,
No botheration or worry at least,
With all good at our disposal,
Never we make simple proposal?
Always we demand and more propose,
Less he considers and quickly disposes,
What a beautiful and lovely creation?
Everything before us for recreation,
Doesn’t require any certificate or citation,
For descent living and more facilitation,
O merciful you created it within my reach,
Lovely sea shore and beautiful beach,
Nothing to learn and nothing to teach,
Confine to self and nothing to preach,
Nothing stops me from being an honest,
Sowing well and reaping rich harvest,
Life is mission and not merely a conquest,
Everything you get at simple request,
Eat well, think well and speak also good,
no complaint about nature or good mood,
All carving made from precious wood,
So I see him around whether sat or stood
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I knew I would read all kinds of books and try to get at what it is that makes good writers good. But I made no promises that I would write books a lot of people would like to read.
quote by Carl Sandburg
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Mama's Legacy
MAMA'S LEGACY
When I was just a little girl
I lay in Mama's bed
To listen to the fairy tales
From the little books she read.
Of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Cinderella and her Prince
Of Rumplestiltskin-Puss 'N Boots
And Aladdin and his tents.
I couldn't get enough of them
I'd ask her every night
But sleep would always conquer me
No matter how I'd fight.
I'd recite the words along with her
I knew them all by heart
She'd read to me from anything
Some knowledge to impart.
She taught me about the world around
From books she read aloud
She made my life worth living
And made me live it proud.
When I had children of my own
I read from those same books
To teach my children that in this life
You need brains, not just good looks.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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Mama's Legacy
-- * MAMA'S LEGACY * --
When I was just a little girl
I lay in Mama's bed
To listen to the fairy tales
From the little books she read.
Of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Cinderella and her Prince
Of Rumplestiltskin-Puss 'N Boots
And Aladdin and his tents.
I couldn't get enough of them
I'd ask her every night
But sleep would always conquer me
No matter how I'd fight.
I'd recite the words along with her
I knew them all by heart
She'd read to me from anything
Some knowledge to impart.
She taught me about the world around
From books she read aloud
She made my life worth living
And made me live it proud.
When I had children of my own
I read from those same books
To teach my children that in this life
You need brains, not just good looks.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
10-27-05
dedicated to my mother
Wilma Ford
4-16-1912-4-19-2009
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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Dont Be My Enemy
(jack hues / darren costin / nick feldman)
You had your dreams
You required a scheme of things
That evolved and resolved through the years
And I had my part
(when you wrote me out)
But you broke my heart
(when you wrote me out)
Now you spend your whole time trying
To burn me to the ground
Chorus:
Dont be my enemy
Cant you see
What youre doing to me
Dont be my enemy
Cant you see
What an effect this is having on me?
I had a thought
It was just a simple thought
Of a friend, very close, very clear
But then it stopped looking so straight
(when you wrote me out)
You found the hate
(when you wrote me out)
Now you spend your whole time trying to make
Me look like your main fool
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Wang Chung
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Please Read Me
Many years ago I was a simple man
A simple man, no worries me;
I never lied
Please read me.
Not much conversation ever came from me,
I never saw reality;
I never tried.
Please read me.
Ah....
Maybe Ive been lying on your couch too long
Ill stay if you can see me through, explain why
Please read me. please read me. please read me.
song performed by by Bee Gees
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The Englishman's Historical Wristwatch
Some men have no thoughts.
They read the books others read;
They wear the same clothes;
And they mimic mannerisms.
Ev'ry behavior
Is borrowed from another,
But for what reason?
To try and please someone else?
To try and be someone else?
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Never Mind Books
Books are forces,
They are resources,
His mind just deserves,
And it contains and preserves
You, the writer of need
Who wrote the books to read.
Listen again and again
To the speaker of words
Of phrases that strain
The mind of lords
Who speak as well
And listen to the bell.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I Thought I Knew It All
Somewhere theres a reason
Why things go like they do
Somewhere theres a reason
Why somethings just fall through
We dont always see them
For what they really are
But I know theres a reason,
Just cant see it from this far
Maybe I dont like it, but I have no choice
I know that somewhere, someone hears my voice
I thought I knew it all
I thought I had it made
How could it end this way?
I thought I knew
Somewhere theres a reason
Why things dont go my way
Somewhere theres a reason
That I cannot explain
Just like the change of season,
Just may not be my turn
But I know theres a reason,
The lessons mine to learn
song performed by by Megadeth
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Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested that is, some books are to be read only in parts, others to be read, but not curiously, and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
quote by Francis Bacon
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Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested: that is, some books are to be read only in parts, others to be read, but not curiously, and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
quote by Francis Bacon
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It is not half cooked
Having heard and read, I wrote.
Having seen and felt, I wrote.
I wrote of love and romance
From experience and perception.
As I wrote I was soothed.
Don’t scorn my writings as half cooked.
10.10.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Chain Letter
I wrote so many chain letters to you,
Wrote about how much I feel for you,
You made me happy,
You took away my pain,
You always made funny joke out of everything,
When I got mad you would hold me tight,
When I cried you would wipe away my tears,
I wrote this for you,
For how I feel for you,
I once thought I lost you,
You once thought you lost me,
This may be puppy love or real love I don’t know what it is but I feel it in my heart,
My heart is yours,
Your heart is mine,
This chain letter is forever yours.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Four-Foot Shelf
'Come, see,' said he, 'my four-foot shelf,
A forty volume row;
And every one I wrote myself,
But that, of course, you know.'
I stared, I searched a memory dim,
For though an author too,
Somehow I'd never heard of him,--
None of his books I knew.
Said I: 'I'd like to borrow one,
Fond memories to recall.'
Said he: 'I'll gladly give you some,
And autograph them all.'
And so a dozen books he brought,
And signed tome after tome:
Of course I thanked him quite a lot,
And took them home.
So now I have to read his work,
Though dry as dust it be;
No portion of it may I shirk,
Lest he should question me.
This tale is true,--although it looks
To me a bloody shame,
A guy could father forty books,
yet no one know his name.
poem by Robert William Service
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