Beauty deprived of its proper foils and adjuncts ceases to be enjoyed as beauty, just as light deprived of all shadows ceases to be enjoyed as light.
quote by John Ruskin
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Very conscious of the fact that an effort was being made to destroy my mind, because I was deprived of books, deprived of any means of writing, deprived of human companionship. You never know how much you need it until you're deprived of it.
quote by Wole Soyinka
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Enjoy the bends, forget the end.
A king, whether in exile, banishment,
deportation or dethroned ceases to be a king but he can pride himself on the past glory,
and can reminisce about it.
A lover, whether a loser, a blighted,
A deserted or a deprived ceases to be a lover but he can pride himself on the past glory and can reminisce about it.
Love may not lead to happy ends.
But definitely it has happy bends.
22.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Beauty, Beauty
Beauty, beauty in the light. Beauty, Beauty falling through. How sweet must beauty, beauty be. Beauty, beauty how it's happy. Beauty, beauty in the sky and in the grass. Beauty, beauty in the trees. Beauty, beauty on the ground. Beauty, beauty crawling on the ground. Beauty, beauty always climbing. Beauty, beauty that we are sirrounded by.
poem by Shania K. Younce
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Less Enjoyed
When one loses stock of relevance,
A significant influence ceases.
Similar to having false teeth
Replace the original!
What is tasted may be the same...
But the bite is less enjoyed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For if enough people were really convinced that growth should be halted, and if they acted on that conviction, then billions of others might be deprived of any realistic hope of gaining the opportunities now enjoyed by the more fortunate.
quote by Herman Kahn
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The Beauty Of A Poem
The beauty of a poem
The beauty of music
The beauty of light
The beauty of life
The beauty which makes us want to live life more
The beauty which pains us inside
The beauty in longing.
The beauty we come upon by surprise
The beauty of the day and the beauty of the night
The beauty we all have inside us
The beauty we can see and feel and never explain
The beauty that lifts us up
The beauty that makes us want to live more
The beauty that makes us reach out to God
The beauty we want to thank God for
The beauty of lilacs
The beauty of autumn leaves
The beauty of the people we love
The beauty that pervades life
The beauty that turns away from us
And will not let us be a part of it
The beauty we hold on to fragilely
As a driven leaf
The beauty the beauty the beauty
Oh life oh God of goodness oh death
The beauty we can never see
And the Beauty within us all
Oh God
The Beauty in us and Beyond us all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Beauty Dishonored
Her mouth was shut
Her bones were broken
And her eyes cried her last
Mercy unspoken
Her hands were tied
Into disrespect
And bullets riddled her
Beauty forsaken
A year had passed
Her whispers remain
Screaming out from the ground
Like prisoners of war
For death undeserved
For justice deprived
For her beauty silenced
For her beauty forsaken
A beauty dishonored!
(A tribute to all women who died at the MAGUINDANAO Massacre in Philippines, Nov.23,2009)
poem by Bernard Jess Sagpang
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God is beauty
The beauty of a lady
Spreading love on Internet
The beauty of the first kiss
On the corner of a dark room
The beauty of a crow
Pecking the food into grasses
The beauty of the skins
The beauty of the smile
Of a pretty girl
The beauty of the morning light
The beauty of a queer feeling
Under the shadow of a tree
The beauty of the sparrows
Bathing in the pond
The beauty of the unknowns
The beauty of forgiveness
The beauty of solitude
At a goodbye party
The beauty of a sinking heart
Driving on a steep road
The beauty of a lady
Walking alone
In the park
The beauty of the laughter of a child
The beauty of being loved
The beauty of the pat unexpected
On our shoulder
Saying I am here beside you
The beauty of making love
Early in the morning!
The beauty of the beauty
The beauty of God
The beauty of Jesus
The beauty of Zoroaster
The beauty of Buddha
The beauty of myths
The beauty of goddess
The beauty of you and I!
poem by Framarz Bagheri
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On Hearing of Love
On hearing about great love, respond, be moved
like an aesthete. Only, fortunate as you've been,
remember how much your imagination created for you.
This first, and then the rest
that you experienced and enjoyed in your life:
the less great, the more real and tangible.
Of loves like these you were not deprived.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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The split second she ceases to care is the only time a woman ceases to be attractive.
quote by Loretta Young
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When the hand ceases to scatter, the heart ceases to pray.
Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret.
quote by Aphra Behn
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The beauty of...
The beauty of the dark,
is the beauty of no light.
The beauty of the silent,
is the beauty of no noise.
The beauty of the moon,
is the beauty of no sun.
The beauty of you,
is the beauty of everything.
poem by Anne Unknown
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Love ceases to be a demon only when he ceases to be a God.
quote by M. Denis de Rougemont
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Beauty and the Candlestick
Even beauty must have light
To wander through the darkness of night
Or else she may stumble
Although the light be dim
It will become brighter with him
Even when the storm rumbles
The darkness will not hide for long
Beauty will have its song
Even if it must be a mumble
The light's heat will burn the tips
And it's wax will cry and drip
Leaving beauty to be humbled
But find that light and she may
Find he's waiting as he lay
Hoping his beauty will not crumble.
poem by Airda Jones
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Life
Short or long,
Happy or sad,
To be enjoyed,
Or to be sad about,
Sitting idle,
Or busy like a bee,
Having no one,
Or be in mob,
In perfect order,
Or like a KG class,
Aiming high,
Or aimless,
Being liked,
Or rejected,
Sharing moments,
Or left alone,
Gifted,
Or deprived,
But you are mine,
my dear life,
I have to live you..
Jahanzeb
poem by Jahan zaib
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0023 Thanksgiving
‘Thanks for yesterday evening –
I really enjoyed myself…’
What a profound statement, is
that hackneyed phrase!
‘Just an impromptu dinner party’,
they invited.
A modest house that shines
with their mutual and family love –
his craftsmanship in every detail,
her sense of beauty at every point,
like the vased flowers
which seemed to be growing
out of a spring of love, openly rejoicing
that they were giving their life to us
in the name of love; calling to us to be here, and now,
to enjoy every moment with them..
the perfectly served simple meal; and
the company, the guests:
the very recently bereaved
who was the unspoken focus
of all our attentive care;
the teacher, always smiling and alert,
so that we feel we know him well– yet
really know so little;
the man whose career
has always seemed a series
of ineffectual starts, who in one more disastrous trough
bought a laptop, found himself
as a children’s writer; now
there’s just no stopping him;
and the others; and over all,
a light, a warmth, a steady conversation
which never mentioned love,
yet was rich with it…
and life, a sheer delight;
so that I enjoyed the self in myself,
knew myself more in that; so
thanks for yesterday evening;
I really enjoyed myself.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Life deprived of beauty is not worthy of being called human.
quote by Luis Barragan
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Remember The Jar In The Yard Praying To The Moon
if you remember me
you must remember too the
empty earthen jar
places at the middle of
the garden
it has no water
it has only air
but the flowers in the garden
adore its
invisible fullness
even when it rains
it feels the emptiness
of the waters
and even when the sun shines
all day
it fills the fullness
of the light
for in truth
there is always reason
for one
who never ceases to live
to crave for
even, death, to know
the beauty of
what is there
and is there not.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Can Beauty Remain Beauty?
Can beauty remain beauty without light?
No beauty survives without light in sight
To endure the pangs sharp of age in flight,
For fair with folly dead plunges at night.
When beauty blooms into beauty divine,
Showered with wisdom married to light to shine,
To border of no ending on the line,
Lifted is beauty's life onto cloud nine.
Life valued more in thought than gold man eyes,
Beats thrones, castles held in esteem that dies.
Vessels with covetousness, wrath, spite, lust, pride,
Greed, sloth do sink into oblivion wide.
Life is nature, who stores light in sublime.
Such beauty saved as truth lives on with time.
poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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