Art is nature speeded up and God slowed down.
quote by Malcolm De Chazal
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Sprinting Through
During this speeded up course,
I trek called life.
I approach as a thoroughbred horse.
With challenges awaiting that aren't nearly as great...
As those obstacles I faced,
When first I entered this race.
With a slowed but no less eager pace...
I see clearly the tracks I placed and passed.
And so determined am I to complete those assigned tasks...
Given to me.
And from God I asked.
With little regard to the solitude I endure.
Sprinting through!
Doing that which God wishes me to do.
Until it is done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alankar(Decor) -69
Their Race Yet Not Over(Kyrielle Poem)
a narrative, it tells a story.
stanzaic, in quatrains.
syllabic, each line is 8 syllables. in iambic tetrameter.
written with a refrain in the 4th line of the quatrain.
rhyme scheme may vary. Quatrain options abaB, cbcB, dbdB
Their race yet not over with that
Else way tortoise as thought to race
To run, to swim in halves, to work-
Agreed the hare willing to race
Starting speeded with hare on land
Plodding slowed with tortoise to race
To help the river came on hand
Swam fast tortoise won first the race
Knowing not to swim the hare lost
Foolish was his challenge to race
Judging oneself the best way last
Is the way best to win the race
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Maximum Overdrive
Key:-a - anita r - ray
A: join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
Join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
A: join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
Join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
R: speeded up the bass
Take you down to the maximum
Maximum overdrive
R: the heat is on, ah, yeah, we gotta move on
Check the brakes and listen to the new song
We gonna overdrive ya to the maximum
Now I show you our trips just begun
Rough and tough with your hands on the steering wheel
The will is strong the heart as steel
The maximum overload king of the road
Feel the tension high up in your throat!
R: step on the brakes
Speeded up the bass
Taken to the maximum
Taken to the maximum
Taken to the maximum
Taken to the maximum
Taken to the maximum
Taken to the maximum
A: join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
Join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
R: speeded up the bass
Taken you down to the maximum
Maximum overdrive
R: put some pressure upon the gas
I dont know how long Im gonna last
Feel the force of the main source
The power is strong with the strength of a horse
The ultimate ride that makes you to the overdrive
Remember this only the strong survive
Bum stikkie di bum stikkie di bum stikkie di bum
Take you down to the maximum!
R: maximum overdrive
A: come on, come on now
Join me for a ride
Come on come on now and speed up the music
R: bum stikkie di bum stikkie di bum stikkie di bum
Take you down to the maximum!
A: join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
Join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
R: speeded up the bass
Taken you down to the maximum
Step on the brakes
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With Their Doings Done
Some feel free to be sadistic,
With doings done.
And the having of fun.
Idealistic realists,
With doings done.
And a wanting of truth to appear and come.
And they who are minimalists,
Try to reduce materialistic wishes...
With doings undone seeking to do.
Some feel free to be sadistic,
With doings done.
And the having of fun.
Idealistic realists,
With doings done.
And a wanting of truth to appear and come
And they who are minimalists,
Try to reduce materialistic wishes...
With doings undone seeking to do.
Many have slowed their paces...
With their doings done.
Doings done.
Eliminating their rat races...
With their doings done.
Doings done.
And celebrating tasting life...
As if a piece of cake,
To savor.
Many have slowed their paces...
With their doings done.
Doings done.
Eliminating their rat races...
With their doings done.
Doings done.
And celebrating tasting life...
As if a piece of cake,
To savor.
Many have slowed their paces,
With a tasting of life to savor.
Many have slowed their paces,
With a tasting of life to savor.
Many have slowed their paces,
With a tasting of life to savor.
Many have slowed their paces,
With their doings done.
Doings done.
Many have slowed their paces,
With their doings done.
Many have slowed their paces,
With a tasting of life to savor...
And with their doings done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thirteen Lines
A brain peered through stoic eyes;
Yet all it saw was rendered into
Flawed interpretation –
No honoured contemplation of a
Gluon, muon, quark of any flavour;
Nor a vision or conception of its world
Within a universe anthropic in its physical laws,
Inside a boundless multiverse.
All it gleaned and modelled
Bore parochialism well beyond belief! –
Delusional perhaps.
Survival only matters here on planet Earth –
Evolution saw to that.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Television speeded everything up.
quote by Ruth Handler
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But any perception of this application being speeded up requires me to take responsibility.
quote by David Blunkett
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Gaia’s Plan
Please, don’t sweep the leaves away –
Their essence gives to life’s decay.
Never hack the flowers down –
Their colours bless the laughing clown.
Now why the mowing of the lawn?
The severed grass will lie forlorn.
Let our flora live undressed,
Or under Man, will toil repressed!
I, the tree of standing still –
Erect and proud, and stout of will,
Aglow with motley bark of earth –
Advance my roots for all they’re worth,
Internalising Nature’s bowels
To snag the devil, tweak his jowls
And pull his hairs from whence they grow!
I’ll destroy his pagan show
Of Homo sapiens’ disrespect!
The humble ape must reconnect
With Gaia’s plan!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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We live in a moment of history where change is so speeded up that we begin to see the present only when it is already disappearing.
quote by R.D. Laing
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You Expect The Motor Slowed
You've got my loving running.
And I'm feeling dedicated,
To keep this heat succeeded.
You've got my loving running.
And I'm feeling dedicated,
To keep this heat succeeded...
And our meetings heated!
But you expect the motor slowed,
I know.
And I can't help but speed the engine...
And go!
You expect the motor slowed,
I know.
But I can't help but speed the engine...
And go!
You've got my loving running.
And I'm feeling dedicated,
To keep this heat succeeded...
And our meetings heated!
But,
You expect the motor slowed,
I know.
And I can't help but speed the engine...
And go!
You expect the motor slowed,
I know.
But I can't help but speed the engine...
And go go go.
You expect the motor slowed,
I know.
And I can't help but speed the engine...
And go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Country Walking
I walked a league and o'er the moor;
I walked and walked as ne’er before,
And on to walk from dale to hill
And on again to claim the thrill.
Behold! that walking does for me:
The senses heightened, mind of glee,
While rolling vistas pass me by
To swell the heart, enthrall the eye.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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War Against Dishonesty
The conspiracy to ruin,
Has had its effectiveness.
Very few images have not been blemished.
Nor has those steps taken...
Slowed in its progress.
Protecting one's life,
To live it at one's best...
Becomes a war against dishonesty.
And today everyone is suspect.
The conspiracy to ruin,
Has had its effectiveness.
Very few images have not been blemished.
Nor has those steps taken...
Slowed in its progress.
That which had been accepted,
As tried and true...
Has lost a credibility,
And respect of people too!
Those wishing to be of good deed,
Find their intentions dismissed.
While those who smear and campaign to defame...
Have become those endeared.
While in the darkest of crevices,
They are the ones putting labels on others.
With declarations to limit their influence!
With declarations to shame their gains.
This is the reality that has destroyed those delusioned.
The conspiracy to ruin,
Has had its effectiveness.
Very few images have not been blemished.
Nor has those steps taken...
Slowed in its progress.
Protecting one's life,
To live it at one's best...
Becomes a war against dishonesty.
And today everyone is suspect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tortured Nature
Nature must be love
It is made by god above
Nature is in place
Nature is always with grace
The nature is green
It is colorful when seen
Nature is serene
It is peaceful ever seen
But people is bad
They make mother nature mad
When nature gets mad
It feels like the wrath of god
Disaster of nature
Is enough of your torture
Nature is flower
It gives love like a lover
poem by Ronald Jay Fiesta
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As I ventured to the Wood
As I ventured to the wood,
I stopped to draw on dewy air; let
Droplets shimmer in my hair, that
Rested on my tranquil head – as
In a sense of cosy bed.
As I ventured to the wood,
A gesturing cuckoo perched above,
And then in song with cooing dove,
‘You're welcome’, bade he, ’Enter please
To roam our land with gentle breeze.’
As I ventured to the wood,
A fallow deer of limpid eye
Gave care to glance at lucky I.
The heavenly aura 'bout her glow had
Charmed me, like a fine Bordeaux.
As I ventured to the wood,
A dazzling flower waved her face
In blazing show of dance and chase, and
Reddened bright in shade of dawn, she
Flirted like a prancing fawn.
As I ventured to the wood,
A butterfly had graced my arm,
And knowing I bid him no harm, he
Splayed for me hypnotic wing in
Colours for to urge me sing!
As I ventured to the wood,
The radiant sun shone down on me.
He flushed and beamed ‘I say to thee,
You bless your land; be filled with pride, and
Cherish e’er yon countryside! ’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Nature
Nature is beautiful
nature is fun
love it or hate it
nature is something to love
nature is god's gift to us
Nature
Nature we love
wate and feed nature
Nature water's and feed's us
god gave us nature
we cant live with out it
nature makes us
i know nature
Nature is beautiful
Nature is about the earth
nature has flower; s and weed's
weed's or flower's nature is us
NATURE
poem by Kerri King
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Mist Upon the Placid Morn
Bleed out your beauty, Autumn –
Give up a gentle wrist, and smear
Your bloody hues atop the green.
Cast a calming throw of heady peace
Upon the cooling land.
And as you grant the sun a final fling of warmth,
Charge the silent air
(Now lolling on a foliar deathbed)
With earthen whiff to intimate the fungal push.
Soon you’ll send a shiver down the watery spine of
Quivering ponds, punctual brooks, and
Listless lakes, to warn them of the freeze to come.
Behold! your mellow spirit
Hanging as a mist upon the placid morn –
A sight that draws a sneaking tear or two – forlorn
Observers are we all of colder climes to view!
Autumn Lady, must you be the summer waning –?
Our adieu to fairer-weather life?
Ah well, at least you hum a warming tone, ensuring
Nature’s rhythm still abounds.
But now you must prepare the mind for chilly times –
You know the drill –
Guiding us along a sloping path
To ease our psyche in to sleet and snow –
The blue-ice bite of winter.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Our nature
Nature dances to no ones rhythm except her own
She sits proud and arrogant on her thrown
She is inconstant, up one day and down the next bout
Like an ocean tide going in and out
Nature is born of the universe
Or is it that she is one with the universe
Nature is inconquerable
Nature is invincible
Nature is beautiful
With an abundance of mysteries, she is bountiful
Nature is original law
When there was no man, she was there before
Nature bore us
Nature is us
poem by Mthoko Mpofana
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Time That's Given To You Quickly Goes
Speeding up to catch on fast,
What has long slipped from your grasp...
Is like playing ping pong,
In those yesterdays gone.
You left your saddle to collect upon it dust.
And that boat you use to paddle has rust.
Now...
You believe that you can just float.
And...
You believe that you can just mope.
But...
Time that's given to you isn't slowed,
No...
Time that's given to you quickly goes.
So...
There's no boat for you to slow row.
No!
Time that's given to you quickly goes.
You left your saddle to collect upon it dust.
And that boat you use to paddle has rust.
So...
There's no boat for you to slow row.
No!
Time that's given to you quickly goes.
And...
You believe that you can just mope.
But...
Time that's given to you isn't slowed.
Speeding up to catch on fast,
What has long slipped from your grasp...
Is like playing ping pong,
In those yesterdays gone.
And...
You believe that you can just mope.
But...
Time that's given to you isn't slowed.
No!
Time that's given to you quickly goes.
So...
Bloating hesitators oughta doze.
So...
They wont noticed that the time goes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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~A Pronoun~
Happiness is the name of a surrogate mother
Feelings are me in a pronoun
Awards and prejudices change from one wall to another
Hand to hand it is always the same
Rememberance gives it a name but
sweet and sweeter it gets over years like cotton candys
Still at large a pronoun has to blame
Craving, replaying, longing and dreaming
And then the obvious nature in process
they graduate in love, master girls, doctor in simple romantics
Home boys come brave as airmen and sailors
Until bombs droppes from air raids and torpedos speeded underwater
add fuel to the fire dressing the beautiful noun into dropp dead gorgeous pronoun
When they fall perhaps they realise it was not at all necessary
To fly high for nothing near Nizhny Novgorod
Only to be ephemeral or not even a pro of pronoun
I used to be more of a wild kid. But I've slowed down.
quote by Fisher Stevens
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