A great memory is never made synonymous with wisdom, any more than a dictionary would be called a treatise.
quote by John Henry Cardinal Newman
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A great memory does not make a mind, any more than a dictionary is a piece of literature.
quote by John Henry Newman
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The entities
A sentence is of words,
All borrowed from the dictionary.
Yet it has a soul
Unfound in the dictionary.
All are made of five elements;
Yet each has an entity.
06.02.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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RADIANT FACE OF GOD (Prayer)
Behold the Radiant Face of God
Forget not to kneel and laud
Forsake not His Gift of Love
For its Light thee are made of
“Light is love and love is light”
Synonymous these two words
As God ordered them, “Unite”
Made Angels their Stewards
When all is lost, when hope is gone
After consulting with upper echelon
Angels whisper wisdom in thy ear
Speak their words, then disappear
ROTMS
Peace,
poem by Ray Lucero
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Memory Of Me As A Poet,
memory of me as a poet,
My doleful soul need's the great memory of me as a poet,
The pure memory taught me of the spontaneous event's of life,
How creation gave me authority to reveal such a strong poetic verse,
I recited the poem in my mind only to realise the great motor memory,
But pure memory revealed all my past writing,
I can relive my past only by the memory of the great history,
Global memory took my mind to think of the great poet.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Your Dictionary
H-a-t-e
Is that how you spell love in your dictionary
K-i-c-k
Pronounced as kind
F-u-c-k
Is that how you spell friend in your dictionary
Black on black
A guidebook for the blind
Well now that I can see my eyes wont weep
Now that I can hear your song sounds cheap
Now that I can talk all your corn Ill reap
Im not so sure that joey wed a virgin mary
There are no words for me inside your dictionary
S-l-a-p
Is that how you spell kiss in your dictionary
C-o-l-d
Pronounced as care
S-h-i-t
Is that how you spelt me in your dictionary
Four-eyed fool
You led round everywhere
Now that I can see its the queens new clothes
Now that I can hear all your poison prose
Now that I can talk with my tongue unfroze
Im not so sure of santa or the buck-tooth fairy
There are no words for me inside your dictionary
Now your laughter has a hollow ring
But the hollow ring has no finger in
So lets close the book and let the day begin
And our marriage be undone
song performed by by Xtc
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Memory is not wisdom; idiots can by rote repeat volumes. Yet what is wisdom without memory?
quote by Martin Tupper
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The Great Defender
Down at the arcade the defender is there
Down off of broadway he's there playing his games
It's very dangerous
Putting money down on robotron
Oh, i'm the great defender
And i really know just how to get along
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
Down at the arcade
Down at the arcade
Oh, i'm the great defender
And i really think i've got it made
A fistful of quarters, a fifty dollar stake
Life is a gamble on video tape
I called a disc jockey
To dedicate a song to blair
It's the temps. singing "i'll be there"
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
Down at the arcade
Down at the arcade
Oh, i'm the great defender
And i really think i've got it made
The president called to give me the news
I've been awarded the nobel price in rhythm and blues
And stevie wonder
Wants to record one of my songs
Oh, i'm the great defender
And i really know just how to get along
Oh, i'm the great defender, listen to my song
I really hope you like it, it isn't very long
It's rooted in the 50s
But its heart's in 1984
And if you really like it
Then i sing it for you once more
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
Down at the arcade
Down at the arcade
Oh, i'm the great defender
And i really think i've got it made
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
Down at the arcade
Down at the arcade
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
Maurice Maeterlinck in Wisdom and Destiny (1898)
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Loss of memory
I thank the loss of my memory
Of those days when I had not a friend
I am thankful to the memory
Of those great moments when we are together
I thank the loss of my memory
Of those seconds prior to your reasonableness
I am thankful to the memory
Of the great dimple when you smile
I thank the loss of my memory
Prior to the reduction of your anger
I am thankful to the memory
Of those great sharing moments of your success
I thank the loss of my memory
For the reasons of our arguments
I am thankful to the greatest
Moments of my life with you.
poem by Hariharans Sundaram
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What is wisdom?
Wisdom is not the accumulated memory.
It is much more. I and mine must go.
Wisdom cannot be bought or sought.
What is in you will unfold as wisdom.
11.12.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Always Made Sure I Had On Clean Underwear
Now that I have aged.
And grown into an acceptance,
I can appreciate.
I clearly comprehend...
Why some then,
Thought of me quite unusual.
You see...
I've never had a dysfunction,
I did not enjoy.
Or believe my blackness,
Was for me a disability.
I had not been raised...
To become caught up in the 'self'.
Or let someone's anger strike fear in me.
When I was called names...
And could not either spell them,
Or find them in the dictionary...
I always made sure I had on clean underwear.
That's right!
I remember my mother use to always say to us...
'I don't care what you do or don't understand,
You make sure when you leave outta here...
You bathe and have on clean underwear.'
And 'that' has been my philosophy all my life.
That's the only one I've kept,
That has made any sense to me.
With few debates to argue,
Do I encounter.
Knowing if I am ever made to sweat...
At least I am clean.
And ready for inspection.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Robert Frost
Robert Frost,
Your wisdom is great,
And you know all there is to know,
And we appreciate what you teach us.
To me, you are the grandfather I never had,
For you are great,
And you give great advice,
And you are wise,
And you seek the greatness in everyone.
You are a mentor to me and many others,
And your wisdom knows no bounds.
We cannot thank you enough
For the insight you have provided.
Thank you for everything you have done
And all the great poems you have left behind.
poem by James Roberts
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Rar, The All Sufficient, The Mercifull
I AWAIT YOUR EXISTENCE WITH SO MUCH JOY! A LOVED SON, THAT IS WHOM YOU ARE! EVEN BEFORE YOU BEGAN! THY NAME I HAD MADE FAMOUS! WHO CAN BE LIKE YOU OH GREAT SON OF MINE! A SON MADE NOT BY AN ENEMY CALLED GOD! NAY, A SON MADE OF MY TOUGHTS! A SON WHO SHALL OWN GALAXIES! A SON WHO SHALL OWN PLANETS! A SON WHO SHALL OWN WORLDS! A SON WHO SHALL BE ALL THAT I LOVE! A SON WHOSE NAME I HAVE MADE FAMOUS FROM TIME IMEMORIAL! I AM RAR IHCAKYNO! FATHER OF THIS GREAT SON NOT BORN OF A WOMAN! HIS NAME IS RAR NICHI. YES, HE SHALL SAY TO ALL! I AM RAR, THE ALL SUFFICIENT, THE MERCIFULL!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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He flew with angels
At school, the look-up homework
one day was ‘mercy’…
and that proved itself
to be indeed itself
what the dictionary said
haunted; seemed inadequate;
haunted again
he smelled his life, as one
smells Spring in the air
of a freezing January day
every one of his thoughts
began and finished
with the word unsounded
then his actions too grew
out of it, returned to it
his friends, his wife, his family:
some heard it, some did not
years passed; in the darkness
of the quiet evening street,
the great and famous called on him
what he had to say was
too great for the public,
too young yet for the public
but the word, nourished,
slipped into the courtroom,
whispered in the palaces,
stood behind the priests
who did not say it yet
heard it murmuring in their ear
while for him, the word grew and grew,
flew with him higher ever higher
so they talked of how to martyr him
because the word was too big for them
he died before they decided on his fate
and was that too what it meant
leaving the word in the air like
a limitless embrace, like
the warm wish of a departing guest
said over the shoulder with a smile,
a wave, a memory
and a sowing and a growing,
a reaping, a vastness, a light,
a boundless love
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Making Love With Memories
You poked my blurring eye,
Let me lift your mushy breast.
We aged onwards
While you stroked flaccidity –
Recalling decades of
Blood-gorged coming, shuddering to boot.
I kissed a venerable mouth
Crammed with falsities –
Once brilliant keys
Guarded by crimson lips
Washed by a sensual tongue.
And so we writhed in wrinkles,
Tiring effort, and
Memories.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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My Favorite Memory
The first time we met is a favorite memory of mine
They say time changes all it pertains to
But your memory is stronger then time
I guess everything does change except
What you choose to recall
There's a million good day dreams to dream on
But baby your my favorite memory of all
Like the night we first got together on our bench
And held each other tight
Like the winter we spent together
Helping each other and closer then ever
And I remember our special times together
And our walks and our lost time together
It was always you who made the whole time a ball
It was you who called me just to hear my voice
Theres a million good times
I could dwell on
But baby you are my favorite memory of all
and you'll always be my favorite memory.
poem by connie Engstrom
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Through The Water-Frame
My eyes see mist
And time no more
My heart fights war
Of passing memory
That once you made exist
I stand before thee
In armor of shattered glass
Such fantastic sentiment
Of my unprotected heart
In everlasting malcontent
What blind shields weren’t meant for me
When my tears turn into
Bottomless wells
Beauty
Fountain of youth,
We sit on its borderline
Drinking from the callow truth
Our lips,
We sip from each other’s wine
Learning wisdom from unwise
We drown into the mirror’s shards
Impress thy words, gone the sane
I hear you through the water-frame
I fight this war
Of passing memory
Again my eyes see mist in light
Of passing memory
That once you made exist
poem by Sammy Edrisi
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Teachers Day.
Every heart that beats,
Year after year it repeats,
We sing in the praise of God,
For giving us the opportunity to take birth,
The most pious land on Earth.
Here we had a great saint,
of education to deal,
Who lived a true teacher’s ideals,
Simple and humble, down-to Earth was he,
Made it to the helms of a Nation,
So synonymous to education,
He is demi-god to us.
Will remain for as long as India lives.
From grasslands and dusty lanes in country side,
Walking to the temple of Power, His Excellency
Made the mark, the aspirations we nourish within,
Can get its realities come true, a real epitome of Knowledge,
flame of learning within still burning and guiding the nation out of storms.
Shattering the clouds of uncertainty, spreading light and hope,
We regard him, in our hearts, still a great teacher today.
poem by Charnjit Patialvi
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Our object in these remarks has been not only to account for the slow progress which has as yet been made by Political Economy, and to suggest means by which its advancement may be accelerated, but also to warn the reader of the nature of the following Treatise.
quote by Nassau William Senior
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Dancing With You
i have a memory
of a dance,
of my hands on your waist
your arms around me
the smell of your hair
the laugh you made
as i tease your ear
the promise made
your lips touch mine
no memory
of the song
only the music
my memory
dancing with joy
holding on
to you