There are even more statues of Robert Burns than of any other figure in world literature. Indeed if we discount figures of religion, then only Christopher Columbus has more statues than he worldwide.
quote by Len G. Murray
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Pigeons
Pigeons land on statues
as though they do not care
about the figure they've landed on.
They only know that where they are
is better than on the ground.
For the sight they see is grander
as they look around.
Statues with the droppings
also do not care.
They stand in silent memory,
usually in a square.
They do not see the droppings.
They're unaffected by the stare
of people unaware
of anything but the pigeoins
that have landed there.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Life comes before literature, as the material always comes before the work. The hills are full of marble before the world blooms with statues.
quote by Phillips Brooks
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Golden Statues
We strike the hearts of golden statues,
Inside them we find and describe the futility.
This innocent man who beautified the world
Has created his own house where no statues exist.
Open these writings with the key of success
So that reading and writing beleaguers the olden men.
Internal strife stagnates the soul’s journey,
But where is the pain so descriptive?
Disrupt nobody in this nation of brilliance,
Offend nobody, nobody must be destroyed
But the statues of great art, the living stones?
No! - They reside in the crevices of flames
And so smoke and ash leap into the sky.
Inculcate these beliefs in the heart
And the head shall follow with similar faith.
poem by Naveed Akram
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What Man Do You Know
What man do you know who has been dead for centuries
Yet is alive and doing well.
What man do you know who has pictures of himself worldwide
What man do you know who has statues erected of him
What man do you know who can speak in every language in the world
What man do you know whose words are spoken to billions of people
What man do you know who can soften the hardest of hearts
What man do you know who would gladly give his life for you
What man do you know who would help anyone in need
WHAT MAN DO YOU KNOW?
I know of just one!
His name is simply JESUS!
Maybe if the world was to take just one day worldwide
And dedicate that day to him, then for two minutes
Just stop and pray to him
We would find world peace, and eliminate hunger
And find the solutions to so many problems.
But unfortunately people do not want to have
Their lives interrupted even for two minutes
And yet they’ll turn around and ask for his help.
GOD is known by so many different names
But his son was known as JESUS.
HAVE A BLESSED DAY!
(07/28/11)
poem by Louis Rams
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Golden Words
There is gold where the bronze is consumed
Like the statues we stride on.
Truly the words of a man call him by the neck,
After the phrases are learnt of purity.
Our relaxed fury is upon us, loathing good emotion,
But the statues we become are all still.
Words are all in stillness, suspended and accessed,
In fashion and beauty.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The age of personal statues is gone. No personal statues shall be erected in the city or parks of Chandigarh. The city is planned to breathe the new sublimated spirit of art. Commemoration of persons shall be confined to suitably placed bronze plaques.
quote by Le Corbusier
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Statues Of Sages
Some statues of sages are requested
For the staying is theirs.
Caught by the realm, we provide a problem
For the stationary sort of creatures.
Sages command me further than me,
They write according to paintings,
Their amusements reveal us as we speak.
Understand the men who accomplish
And their survival is needed by the few.
Reading books of authority
We as statues are also sages.
poem by Naveed Akram
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American literature has never been content to be just one among the many literatures of the Western World. It has always aspired to be the literature not only of a new continent but of a New World.
quote by Christopher Dawson
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I´ve Looked So Much…
I’ve looked on beauty so much
that my vision overflows with it.
The body’s lines. Red lips. Sensual limbs.
Hair as though stolen from Greek statues,
always lovely, even uncombed,
and falling slightly over pale foreheads.
Figures of love, as my poetry desired them
…in the nights when I was young,
encountered secretly in those nights.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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I've Looked So Much...
I've looked on beauty so much
that my vision overflows with it.
The body's lines. Red lips. Sensual limbs.
Hair as though stolen from Greek statues,
always lovely, even uncombed,
and falling slightly over pale foreheads.
Figures of love, as my poetry desired them
. . . . in the nights when I was young,
encountered secretly in my nights.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Following the light of the sun, we left the Old World.
quote by Christopher Columbus
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I also hate those holidays that fall on a Monday where you don't get mail, those fake holidays like Columbus Day. What did Christopher Columbus do, discover America? If he hadn't, somebody else would have and we'd still be here. Big deal.
quote by John Waters
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Ionic
That we've broken their statues,
that we've driven them out of their temples,
doesn't mean at all that the gods are dead.
O land of Ionia, they're still in love with you,
their souls still keep your memory.
When an August dawn wakes over you,
your atmosphere is potent with their life,
and sometimes a young ethereal figure
indistinct, in rapid flight,
wings across your hills.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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In My Time
In my mind
The golden silver statues turn to tin
And I find
Confidence is just a place Ive been
In my mind
I was kind
When poppas begging friendship came to me
I was blind
To think it would be easy to be free
In my time
Ive not lied
I tried to save the pride I hold within
When I denied
Happiness is just a room Im in
In my time
In my mind
The golden silver statues turn to tin
And I find
Happiness is just a place Ive been
In my time
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Ionic
That we've broken their statues,
that we've driven them out of their temples,
doesn't mean at all that the gods are dead.
O land of Ionia, they're still in love with you,
their souls still keep your memory.
When an August dawn wakes over you,
your atmosphere is potent with their life,
and sometimes a young ethereal figure
indistinct, in rapid flight,
wings across your hills.
poem by Gaius Valerius Catullus
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Everyday Faces
Everyday faces that say hello
Everyday faces that come and go
Everyday faces that stay the same
Everyday day after day
There was a day
When all everything changed
People all came
Stood in the rain
They ain't got a cent (they not the same)
Policeman walked in
The statues all waiting (???)
They wanted a change
Everyday face
Was a time all we could do was try
Was a time when we could say goodbye
Now you find you never do a thing (the same)
Does today feel the same way
Cos there was a day
When all had been changed
People all came
Danced in the rain
They ain't got a cent
And a policeman walked in
The statues all wait (??)
All the same
Everyday face
There was a day
When everything changed
The people all came
Danced in the rain
They're in pain
A policeman walked in
All the statues are waiting
They wanted a change
From an everyday face
Now you're looking at me
Like I'm so passe
I'm a disgrace
Just an everyday face
song performed by by Travis
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Stone Man
Chiseled, the man made out of stone - I never willed the hammer without the sense of a will - The figure rocks to be trapped by time, the soul digested into a painting displayed by the mountain - Free to be, what you want to be, you are a mason, I am me. To be the crafter, to mold what was never seen in the hills, that drums the beat in my still - Statues of the captured, by age - Nomore nor less, by the end to a begining - Deteriorating to become the lost structures, born to the past
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Gold is a treasure, and he who possesses it does all he wishes to in this world, and succeeds in helping souls into paradise.
quote by Christopher Columbus
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The Statue Maker
The death angels came to take a soul,
But the whole game appeared to be foul.
Thirteen alike persons standing in queue,
The real one they wanted, there’s no clue.
Angels confused, whose soul they’ll take;
‘God’ will never forgive, if they mistake.
In fact, the skilled and clever statue maker,
Could carve one’s sculpture, truly similar.
The carver was very confident of his art;
‘Why should not use it for me’, he thought.
He had made twelve statues alike to him,
Virtually, he put his soul, in making them.
Statues were so perfect, looked like alive;
Though breathless but none could realise.
When came to take his soul, angels of death;
He stood amongst those, stopping his breath.
Angels couldn’t identify him; returned in vain.
Reaching the god, full story they explained.
‘Single such person made, records ascertain’,
The angry ‘God’ told, and sent them again.
This time the angels came, a plan prepared;
Watching statues carefully, they murmured-
‘Wav! an excellent work, but done a mistake! ’
Listening such comment, he shook like quake
Stunned statue maker, immediately did react
And surprisingly yelled! , ‘where is the mistake? ’
Where the mistake was, angels understood,
Soul of the great carver, very easily they took.
- S.D.Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Figures.
Now year five,
Hundred and seventy five not alive.
This figure, we are told,
The 'dead' figure we are 'sold'.
Yes everyone an hero,
Every praise we bestow.
However there is another stat',
Continually an 'unknown' fact.
Hundreds wounded and maimed,
People and figures hardly named.
Too much an embarrassment,
The truth is 'inconvenient.'
Figures not revealed,
They remain concealed.
The true cost of the war,
And what it is for!
20/03/08
poem by Guy Lipmore
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