Sublime upon sublime scarcely presents a contrast, and we need a little rest from everything, even the beautiful.
quote by Victor Hugo
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As a means of contrast with the sublime, the grotesque is, in our view, the richest source that nature can offer.
quote by Victor Hugo
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Everything Is Sublime
Everything is Sublime
45 years 4 months and 4 days of time,
Everything is sublime,
Living in a world of fantasy,
Were everything is reflected back to me.
Did I write the script before I was born?
My heart is sad, I feel torn.
Now, I know I don’t have complete control
For my destiny is controlled by my soul.
Knowing this now, I know if I do my best,
God will take care of the rest.
(By Suzae Chevalier on September 6, 2011)
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Prospects
We have set out from here for the sublime
Pastures of summer shade and mountain stream;
I have no doubt we shall arrive on time.
Is all the green of that enameled prime
A snapshot recollection or a dream?
We have set out from here for the sublime
Without provisions, without one thin dime,
And yet, for all our clumsiness, I deem
It certain that we shall arrive on time.
No guidebook tells you if you'll have to climb
Or swim. However foolish we may seem,
We have set out from here for the sublime
And must get past the scene of an old crime
Before we falter and run out of steam,
Riddled by doubt that we'll arrive on time.
Yet even in winter a pale paradigm
Of birdsong utters its obsessive theme.
We have set out from here for the sublime;
I have no doubt we shall arrive on time.
poem by Anthony Evan Hecht
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Because Our Love Is Real
Sometimes when I get upset
You chill me out and put it to rest
When I feel in dangerous times
You make a call and give me a sign
You wrap me up in love a colour so sublime
Goes to where I hurt the most and takes it all away
You really know me more than I even know myself
When life is bitter and sore
Just one look changes it all
Could never be a jealous young man
'Cause you hold the key to my hand
You wrap me up in love a colour so sublime
Goes to where I hurt the most and takes it all away
You really know me more than I even know myself
Because our love is real I won't dominate you, fool around
And faith and trust is all there is and true creation
Guards it with her soul
Sometimes when I don't feel well
Emotional fall under your spell
You heal me I'm better inside
Sure seems good to be alive
You wrap me up in love a colour so sublime
Goes to where I hurt the most and takes it all away
You really know me more than I even know myself
Goes to where I hurt the most and takes it all away
You really know me more than I even know myself
song performed by by Erasure
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Peace, plenty, and contentment reign throughout our borders, and our beloved country presents a sublime moral spectacle to the world.
quote by James K. Polk
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There's only a step from the sublime to the ridiculous, but there's no road leading from the ridiculous to the sublime.
quote by Lion Feuchtwanger
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Onward
Have the blasts of sorrow worn thee,
Have the rocks of danger torn thee,
And thus shifted, wreck-like drifted,
Wouldst thou find a port in time?
Vain the quest! That word sublime—
God’s great one word,
Silent never, pealeth ever,
Onward!
Hast thou done all loving duty,
Hast thou clothed thy soul with beauty,
And wouldst rest then, wholly blest then,
In some sunny lapse of time?
Vain the hope! The word sublime—
God’s great one word,
Silent never, pealeth ever,
Onward!
Hast thou won the heart of glory,
Hast thou charmed the tongue of story,
And wouldst pause then for applause then,
Underneath the stars of time?
Vain the lure! That word sublime—
God’s great one word,
Silent never, pealeth ever,
Onward!
Truth and virtue hast thou wrought for,
Faith and freedom hast thou fought for,
And then shrinkest for thou thinkest
Paid is all thy debt in time?
Vain the thought! That word sublime—
God’s great one word,
Silent never, pealeth ever,
Onward!
From endeavour to endeavour,
Journeying with hours for ever,
Or aspiring, or acquiring
This, O man, is life in time,
Urged by that primal word sublime—
God’s great one word,
Silent never, pealeth ever,
Onward!
poem by Charles Harpur
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Loch Katrine
Beautiful Loch Katrine in all thy majesty so grand,
Oh! how charming and fascinating is thy silver strand!
Thou certainly art most lovely, and worthy to be seen,
Especially thy beautiful bay and shrubberies green.
Then away to Loch Katrine in the summer time,
And feast on its scenery most lovely and sublime;
There's no other scene can surpass in fair Scotland,
It's surrounded by mountains and trees most grand.
And as I gaze upon it, let me pause and think,
How many people in Glasgow of its water drink,
That's conveyed to them in pipes from its placid lake,
And are glad to get its water their thirst to slake.
Then away to Loch Katrine in the summer time,
And feast on its scenery most lovely and sublime;
There's no other scene can surpass in fair Scotland,
It's surrounded by mountains and trees most grand.
The mountains on either side of it are beautiful to be seen,
Likewise the steamers sailing on it with their clouds of steam:
And their shadows on its crystal waters as they pass along,
Is enough to make the tourist burst into song.
Then away to Loch Katrine in the summer time,
And feast on its scenery most lovely and sublime;
There's no other scene can surpass in fair Scotland,
It's surrounded by mountains and trees most grand.
'Tis beautiful to see its tiny wimpling rills,
And the placid Loch in the hollow of a circle of hills,
Glittering like silver in the sun's bright array,
Also many a promontory, little creek, and bay.
Then away to Loch Katrine in the summer time,
And feast on its scenery most lovely and sublime;
There's no other scene can surpass in fair Scotland,
It's surrounded by mountains and trees most grand.
Then to the east there's the finely wooded Ellen's Isle,
There the tourist can the tedious hours beguile,
As he gazes on its white gravelled beautiful bay,
It will help to drive dull care away.
Then away to Loch Katrine in the summer time,
And feast on its scenery most lovely and sublime;
There's no other scene can surpass in fair Scotland,
It's surrounded by mountains and trees most grand.
The mountains Ben-An and Ben-Venue are really very grand
Likewise the famous and clear silver strand;
Where the bold Rob Roy spent many a happy day,
With his faithful wife, near by its silvery bay.
Then away to Loch Katrine in the summer time,
And feast on its scenery most lovely and sublime;
There's no other scene can surpass in fair Scotland,
It's surrounded by mountains and trees most grand.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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Paths
Where we have traveled
Many pathes we unraveled.
Woe the tangled thorny path
Which leaves tears and heartache
In its aftermath.
Sublime is the straight and narrow way
which keeps us in tow from day to day.
Some biways take us askew
We struggle and seek the sublime way anew.
But 'The Road Not Taken' as Mr Frost has descibed
Is deep in our hearts and about to arrive.
6-25-2001 John Francis Shea
Presence or Presents?
The dawn of the day
Wore the birthday—
Colourful festoons_
Beautiful balloons—
Relishable Cakes—
Loving hand-shakes—
Jubilancy with buoyant festivity!
Presents! Oh! Presents!
Varieties of them!
From cute bottles of scents
To many valuable jems-
From useful articles
To futile particles!
'Oh! Why bother with presents?
Happy so - with your presence! '
'Why this? '
'Why that? '
Music over—silence pours;
All disperse.
Examining presents—
'Oh! only this?
I gave that! '
Oh! That!
I gave this! '
Presence or presents?
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Rest not Life is sweeping by go and dare before you die. Something mighty and sublime, leave behind to conquer time.
Rest not Life is sweeping by go and dare before you die. Something mighty and sublime, leave behind to conquer time.
To The Summer Sun (Collins Sestets)
Her sheer loveliness is incomparable,
her close presence is so very able
to outstrip the pain, darkness of the soul,
daily she brings great joy, she makes me whole
and her impact is totally sublime,
as if she goes pass the bonds of time.
Her voice is extremely musical
bringing joy at times that is critical
as she enters with a shadowed footfall
draws shapes and are present on the wall
and her impact is totally sublime,
as if she goes pass the bonds of time.
She comes like the notes of a lost song
with a kind of beauty that brings no wrong,
making birds and insects utter their joy
while only great goodness she does employ
and her impact is totally sublime,
as if she goes pass the bonds of time.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Admire
Sublime are the few who realize truth as the path to success
Asinine are the rest who wallow about the admire of excess
poem by Monk Frost
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Poetry and Prose
What is the true difference ’twixt Prose and Rhyme,
Since both may be beautiful, both be sublime?
Nor in subject, nor treatment, nor passion it ’bides—
But breathes through a certain rich something besides.
poem by Charles Harpur
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I Wanted To Write The Most Beautiful Poem
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem
The one beyond any music I had known-
The one which would reveal the changes
in yellows and greens
spring sunlight whispered to the trees
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem
The one which would tell the stories of all those I have loved and cared for-
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem
As a poem of Kindness-
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem
Of sublime and overpowering distance
Of stars when stars were dreams -
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem-
But I knew many other poems already written
Would always be far more beautiful than mine-
So I tried to write the most beautiful poem I could-
But the light outside
The world and its colors
The beauties we see and hear everyday
Said to me again and again,
'Walk more humbly with your God and do Justice and love Mercy also'.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Sublime
The leopard left his sleep behind,
Arose and walked around
And with that walk his waking mind
Was glad at what he found...
The sun was shining in the sky,
A wondrous breeze drew near
And yet not once did he ask why
Such blessings should appear...
And yet this world is so sublime,
In every single part
And blessed are they that spend their time
In painting perfect art...
Think of all creatures... great and small...
That artists sit and paint,
Yet Stephen Gayford, he stands tall,
To some, he is a saint...
He captures insights when on tour,
He gets each detail done
And then he thrills us to the core
And shares his sense of fun...
From meerkats to the giant cats,
Fantastic dolphins, too!
He paints them like aristocrats...
Sublime... each time... for you...
Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'The Sublime'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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We Can't Rewind
You're just a face in the crowd
A tiny hole in the cloud
You're trying to find your way in
To let your soul shine back out
We're just a twist in a seam
A splash of paint on a screen
We're making all kinds of shapes
Somehow we can straighten out the bends
This is our time, we can't rewind,
Our place to shine out, and we can live it anyway
This is our time to feel sublime,
Our place to shine now, and we can do it anyway
We can't rewind
Do you think we can change?
A different colour and shade?
I guess a new kind of thing
Somehow we can straighten out the bends
This is our time, we can't rewind,
Our place to shine out, and we can live it anyway
This is our time to feel sublime,
A place to shine now, and we can do it anyway
Oh yes, we can do it our way then
Stop taking me for a fool now
I've got this feeling inside me
But I guess you knew
We can work it out
We can find some place new
We can't rewind
We can't rewind
You're just a face in a crowd
A tiny hole in the cloud
This is our time, we can't rewind,
Our place to shine out, and we can live it anyway
This is our time to feel sublime,
A place to shine now, and we can do it anyway
This is our time, we can't rewind,
A place to shine out, and we can live it anyway
This is our time to feel sublime,
A place to shine now, and we can do it anyway
song performed by by Feeder
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Desire
These tremours of desire quake from within,
For lust is born before love can begin.
Desire for you has consumed my soul,
Only your embrace can make me whole...
My heartbeats pound against my chest,
Until you are mine there can be no rest.
With clever words and witty lines,
I set out on a quest to make you mine...
In your presence my thoughts are swimming,
Could this be the onset of a sublime beginning?
Unable to stand for my knees have gone weak,
I crave a release from the love that I seek...
Finally have I found my other puzzle piece?
The one who can give me a sublime release.
Are you the one who can fill my forever?
Take my scattered pieces and put them together...
Or are you merely a dream to me?
A whisper in my heart that can set me free?
Perhaps my words fill you with desire?
So that we may set the stars on fire...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.
Edmund Burke in A Philosophical Inquiry into the Origin of Our Ideas of the Sublime and Beautiful, 1756
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