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A verb has a hard enough time of it in this world when it is all together. It's downright inhuman to split it up. But that's what those Germans do. They take part of a verb and put it down here, like a stake, and they take the other part of it and put it a way over yonder like another stake, and between these two limits they just shovel in German.

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From, Thinking and Love!

From to....
Thinking......
Love! ! ! Someone!
This is a powerful verb!
Needs no preposition.
Love! Ready.
Without one, you can also.
They say someone is better
But it can be alone!
He fulfills his role well!
LOVE only when coupled
Loving Someone!
You can not love this, this, this......
You can not love My, Your, Our......
You can only LOVE! in You, for You
There you can!
Then, combine!

Jealous that Verb!

But it also has another verb.
What comes after the LOVE!
Think!
Thinking requires.... something that, in my, in yours, in our!
You also think.... From the Other!
Thinking all is wanting!

At that point! In this combination!
The love does not tolerate such a preposition

Demanding that verb!

Then comes the

FROM!
Birth from thee!
Because you began putting together The Love

and finished with The Think!

Painful this verb!

poem by Mirna Morgan
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After the verb 'to Love,' 'to Help' is the most beautiful verb in the world.

quote by Bertha von Suttner
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Verbs v. nouns

Nouns…
they’re dead things; names
you give to things to render them
immobile; to make them yours, your very own; fit for nothing
except scrapheaps, museums, dictionaries, armchairs;

but they make you feel good;
you have control over their world;
you don’t have to think about them any more;
they’re all locked up safe in your collecting-box,
the noun for which is head:

you can sound important with nouns:
this government’s raft of measures
for fiscal stimulation of the economy

but verbs… ah, verbs!
you can’t own them, push them about,
collect them, be important about them;
they own themselves;

they’re outdoor words: going about their
lawful business, doing what they're best at,
measuring their own life as they work;
adapting themselves to what needs to be done
which nouns can’t do without a committee
and then it’s too late; happy
to be themselves, being; even
being while they’re doing.. don't you wish
you were a verb?

Nature – (that’s a verb, by the way,
not a noun) – is all verbs; evolution
is a verb (not a theory):
DNA’s a verb – you can’t own it
like a noun…it doesn’t even
want to own you…

so, be a child – put your boots on,
run, splash, shout look at all those verbs;
how bright the world, what fun,
nothing to put in your pocket to take home

(or if you do, it’ll change to a noun, your noun,
in your pocket, in your drawer, gathering dust:
verbs don’t have the time to gather dust…)

verbs are for observing; verbs are for
seeing for the first time; wow! Verbs are for
inventors, explorers, tree-climbing,
coming home after a day of verb-watching
tired and looking forward to tomorrow
and sleeping soundly, maybe even
thanking, laughing, giving, living;

God is a verb.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Grammar Lesson

A noun's a thing. A verb's the thing it does.
An adjective is what describes the noun.
In "The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz"

of and with are prepositions. The's
an article, a can's a noun,
a noun's a thing. A verb's the thing it does.

A can can roll - or not. What isn't was
or might be, might meaning not yet known.
"Our can of beets is filled with purple fuzz"

is present tense. While words like our and us
are pronouns - i.e. it is moldy, they are icky brown.
A noun's a thing; a verb's the thing it does.

Is is a helping verb. It helps because
filled isn't a full verb. Can's what our owns
in "Our can of beets is filled with purple fuzz."

See? There's almost nothing to it. Just
memorize these rules...or write them down!
A noun's a thing, a verb's the thing it does.
The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz.

poem by Steve Kowit
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Stake Stake Stake

Stake, stake, stake,
on the green felt fabric thrown, -
the croupiers, awake,
the players, weary, grown.

O well for the novice who
can cash in lucky play,
O ill for the gambler too,
rash not to end his stay

as the golden chips go on
back to stack within the till, -
but O for the touch of a vanish’d hand,
and woe for the crushing bill!

Stake, stake, stake,
while a camera all can see,
records both banks which break,
and counts accounts’ red plea!

poem by Jonathan Robin
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The word is the Verb, and the Verb is God.

quote by Victor Hugo
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Inscription For A Grammar

There were two cheerful pronouns
And nought did them disturb:
Until they met, out walking.
A conjugative verb.

The pronouns, child, were You and I,
We might as well confess;
But, ah, the mischief-making verb
I leave to you to guess!

poem by Christopher Morley
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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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Part

Of something, separate, not
Whole; a role, something to play
While one is separate or parting;

Also a piece, a section, as in
Part of me is here, part of me
Is missing; an essential portion,

Something falling to someone
In division; a particular voice
Or instrument (also the score

For it), or line of music;
The line where the hair
Is parted. A verb: to break

Or suffer the breaking of,
Become detached,
Broken; to go from, leave,

Take from, sever, as in
Lord, part me from him,
I cannot bear to ever

poem by Phillis Levin
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Artist as verb

Perhaps the world is more grammatical
than grammar: reveals itself, a little coded –
as codes tempt, when grammar hides
under the guise of schoolmaster:

the artist, say, as verb:
as the verb, to be:
luring the mighty subject
beyond all thought, to become
an object we can all enjoy:

the sculptor, deep within his isness,
praying with his chisel
so that Krishna cannot but consent;
entering this stone;

the poet, listening to
the Word behind all words,
charming the spirit of all things
to make all objects sacred in our eyes;

the musician, listening to the silence,
as through his being, pass
worlds of knowledge beyond all words..

we, as heaven’s verb,
watching as subject, object,
make themselves a mirror for each other.
Grammar could be love.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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German is more familiar now since I live part of the year in Rome and part in the German part of Switzerland. But it's not difficult to sing in German; it's difficult to feel in German. This takes time. It's a culture.

quote by Cecilia Bartoli
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~ In Euphonic Yo-Yo ~

~ In Euphonic Yo-Yo ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
21 September 2010

Sorrows are hollow
Why mop n’ swallow
Why yell ouch ow?

Erase n’ eschew
Muffle fuddle foe woe
Low n’ lull all low
Sow n’ souse marrow.

In Euphonic Yo-Yo
Explore inner éclat El Dorado
Immix in melody mellow
Gleam n’ glow n’ wallow
In bedecked minstrel Yoo Hoo
Dance douse with Divine Billow.

Zoom n’ yep n’ uh-huh with ~
Ooh Yo!
Wreath Wow! !
Ye Jane Joe! ! !

==
Glossary with humility I’m giving what I tried to express.:
[1] Marrow ~ Most vital part of some idea..
[2] Wallow [Verb] ~ Be ecstatic with joy.
[3] Yoo Hoo ~ Gain someone's attention.
[4] Ooh [Verb] ~ Express admiration and pleasure.
[5] Yo ~. An informal address to one whose name is not known to another [Hi, Hey]
~~~
Copyright reserved by author

poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Whenever the literary German dives into a sentence, that is the last you are going to see of him until he emerges on the other side of his atlantic with his verb in his mouth.

quote by Mark Twain
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Conjugating

I conjugate the verb to be:
miracle sentences;

non-existent one moment
then coming into Being
utterly unique the next;

perhaps never before
uttered
in all of existence
before this
moment,
on this page
at this time
from this mind.

Miracle this,
shared by all of us.

I conjugate the verb Coming into Being
from Potentialities of Being
trolling for words not yet extent

having some portion of Being
but not yet born
on Poet Pages.

I conjugate the verb Now Being Born
words coupling in sentences
flowing down
forming paragraphs
couplets, rhymes,
emotional hieroglyphics,
history,
Ideas
and glifs,
and then they
are on to Being Past.

In single verbs
we lash together
all Being;

that which is Now Born on pages,
that which was written yesterday

and those word-stories
we borrow
from future sentences
yet to be born
which live only in our dreams.

We conjure all this
from that Beautiful Nothingness
where Creativity lives

where unexpectedly
these Beings
come as daytime
and night-time sprites
into life
shine as diamond-faceted
moon-beams
changing who we are
as they transit.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Loves A No

Written by ricky, kim & marty wilde
Alright - now were alone
I know youre expecting me
To tell you all that Ive been through
Oh sorry, it takes so long
And anyway, its hurting me
So dont ask, it might hurt you too
Maybe Im the fool
To turn down the love youre offering
Thanks - but loves a no (my baby)
Theres too much at stake
Its too soon I know (my baby)
And just too much to take
Sometimes - I get scared
Loving on my own again
Some days I just want to cry
Memories wont set me free
Those memories of how it used to be
Thanks - but loves a no (my baby)
Theres too much at stake
Its too soon I know (my baby)
And just too much to take
No - it wasnt always like this
I used to be the one who was smart
I was a hard girl
I couldnt get caught - I was strong
Oh - but then I got hurt
How I got hurt
Oh darlin - take a little time with me
Darlin - take a little time
Just a little time
One day - I dont know when
Maybe we can try again
Maybe all I need is time
Hold me then say goodbye
Dont hate me - for all the things Ive said
Thanks - but loves a no (my baby)
Theres too much at stake
Its too soon I know (my baby)
And just too much to take
Oh darlin take a little time with me
Oh darlin take a little time
Just a little time

song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Every step of progress the world has made has been from scaffold to scaffold, and from stake to stake.

quote by Wendell Phillips
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The Hardheaded Young Poet

this morning he finds the last line
he decided to put the last word
there is no period and the image is that of a verb
this push and pull without restraint
the yin and yang and the moon and sun
i suggest another thing perhaps another verb
like a flowing river
a falling rain

but he said he has decided to put what may sound at most
pornographic
i embrace silence since i know what a poet is
this hardheaded creature who makes the walls and doors of stones
and roofs with all the Spanish tiles

sometimes i wonder if hearts can be made of platinum too
for mine is as red as bricks
with wires as veins
and chest like steel.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Here In My Room

This party is old and uninviting
Participants all in black and white
You enter in full blown technicolor
Nothing is the same after tonight
If the world would fall apart
In a fiction worthy wind
I wouldn't change a thing now that you're here
Yeah, love is a verb here in my room
You enter and close the door behind you
Now show me the world seen from the stars
If only the lights would dim a little
I'm weary of eyes upon my scars
If the world would fall apart
In a fiction worthy wind
I wouldn't change a thing now that you're here
Yeah, love is a verb here in my room
Pink tractor beam into your incision
Head spinning is free, it's dervish's wheel
I came here expecting next to nothing
So thank you for being that kind of girl

song performed by by Incubus
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What We Have Written Here

what we have written here
stays here and makes a carving
of a name.Yours and mine.
oh, there may be no use of them anymore
what is past is past and every verb
you have put in any line has
thawed like frozen cubes
turning into liquid, something that
describes us, we are past our age
of another year,
all these poems become nothing
but adjectives
simply stated, another part of speech.