I collect human relationships very much the way others collect fine art.
quote by Jerzy Kosinski
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Next To Collect
You could be the next to collect...
RESPECT.
You could be the next on the list...
To get it and quick.
You could be the next to collect...
RESPECT.
Tomorrow no one knows,
Just what to expect.
You may be next to collect it!
An overwhelming love received.
You may be next to collect,
A joy that never leaves.
You may be next to collect it!
A one of a kind peace...
On your mind.
You may be next to collect it!
An overwhelming love received.
You may be next to collect,
A joy that never leaves.
You may be next to collect it!
A one of a kind peace...
On your mind.
You may be next to collect,
Just accept you are blessed.
You could be the next to collect...
RESPECT.
You could be the next on the list...
To get it and quick.
You may be the next to collect it...
An abundance of happiness.
The next to collect.
The next to collect.
You may be the next to collect it...
An abundance of happiness.
The next to collect.
The next to collect.
You may be the next to collect it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Memorabilia
what do your nipples look like)
wherever i go
i take a little piece of you
i collect
i reject
photographs i took of you
well times i passed through
so many faces
so many places
i have got to have a memory
i have never been there
i have never had you
i can't remember
give me your reminder
i collect
i reject
memorabilia
(now girl..only it's flavor..bow down here)
keychains and snowstorms
the taste of your sweat
the look in your eye
i have been inside you
i know what it feels like
(wet as it is..the whiter the honey)
i collect
i reject
memorabilia
(goodies come in here all day)
give me your reminder
i can't remember
i collect
i reject
memorabilia
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Collecting
Some of us are collectors
and collect almost anything.
Sometimes it becomes an obsession
to see what each day brings.
Whatever we collect,
I can guarantee
there will always be
something we want
that is unattainable.
18 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Most collectors collect tangibles. As a quotation collector, I collect wisdom, life, invisible beauty, souls alive in ink.
quote by Terri Guillemets
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Two Men On Fire
The air of two men is alight,
The fire surrounds them and fights,
What do we gain from this?
It stings and shudders our blood,
The fire retires and is stolen,
Fierce winds dissolve its anger,
Minds attached always collect information.
The air of two men is afire,
The clothes possessed are an attack.
Two men are on fire, two men will bear
The time so rare, and the fierce winds collect
And more collect, to dissolve the hurt.
poem by Naveed Akram
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One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.
quote by Anne Morrow Lindbergh
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Cart, Carter and a Carte Blanche!
He collects pebbles into his dilapidated cart
The plastic red bucket perhaps from a junk yard it seems
And luckily no license needs for the unending road?
I asked him; 'Papa! Why all these pebbles? '
'Yes I understand and everybody asks the same question,
Certainly I pass this clue and do not bother please!
I make my own tomb with the help of these round stones
And this white blank paper which I have signed below
That's for my humble epitaph and I hope you finish it? '
Yes I do Papa! ; 'Some collect bare lands for future prospects
And some collect money for pleasure but very few
Those who collect friends and that's why I scribbled few lines hereto! '
(To Mr. Patrick Gabriel)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I am always busy
Why can't you collect your thoughts?
It's not so easy, I am always busy.
When I want to collect them
They tell me they are busy.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Invested Heart
Invested heart.
Collect your joy,
From deposits of interests.
Your return is going to be exchanged,
With dividends unexpected!
There were some times
You knew you didn't have to be there.
But you stayed and weathered the storm!
And your reward comes,
Packaged in contentment!
You now know what pleases you...
And your sacrifices have not been in vain!
Invested heart...
Collect your joy!
Do you know of anyone else,
More deserving?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Another factor is the decision, made in 1976, to sharply divide the FBI and the foreign intelligence agencies. The FBI would collect within the United States; the foreign intelligence agencies would collect overseas.
quote by Bobby R. Inman
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I Am Magic
I am magic, I am a singer of great grade,
One borrows from time the immense music
That is played all-through and connects it
With the life of eternal happiness.
This is the peace of the universe, it sings
And it blasts sound and light, making me live.
The sounds that ache collect,
Pains of the limbs collect,
Pain is everywhere, it is pinpointed,
So that we gain knowledge of God.
Hopefully my magical being shall be sung as well.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Silence
Go, my sun go.
Collect all your golden leaves
and leave me with pink wounds.
Go, my son go.
Collect all your lies
and leave me with bare bones.
Lying in bed with saddened eyes
I count the mistakes, eternities
and chew the years.
It had been a long journey
from cloud to cloud,
time to dropp on dew again.
I return to silence
feed it my body.
poem by Satish Verma
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Online publication is fine with me, in part because I hope to collect those stories later.
quote by Gene Wolfe
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Finding Words to Define Regret
Be not me,
When I'm with you?
Is that what you're saying,
You see me do?
But not me,
Is that one who is...
Doing the best to collect regrets,
With an attitude that's negative.
We do and we don't,
And most times it's ignored.
We can be under one roof...
Yet behind separate doors.
I am he
You once adored.
The one committed
To adventure
We said we'd explore?
We're on different shores...
Together.
Be not 'me',
When I'm with you?
Is that what you're saying,
You see me do?
But not me,
Is that one who is...
Doing the best to collect regrets,
With an attitude that's negative.
Only you helped me decide...
That part of me you took for granted,
Had to heal and mend when my eyes opened.
I was happy when that happened.
I wanted us both to see the same sunset...
Holding hand and hand facing the horizon.
But not me,
Is that one who is...
Doing the best to collect regrets,
With an attitude that's negative.
Sometimes that would be both of us...
Disgusted together.
But I'm not about that anymore,
Anytime soon!
Be not me! ?
The ME
When I'm with you?
Is that what you're saying,
You see me do?
We do and we don't,
And most times it's ignored.
We can be under one roof...
Yet behind separate doors..
Disgusted and distrusting both of us,
Together.
Reminiscing the worse,
Of one once adored.
This is not love,
Baiting a mating match...
At all.
And yet time we waste,
Finding words to define regret!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Earth And The Sun
We collect light from the sun
Because we inhabit the world
And receive the wrath of heat.
Life begins to consume the air,
Air particles are inhaled by humans,
And let the humans collect and cultivate.
Compelling the earth to be alive,
The Sun is a massive star of brilliance,
As a star it carries immense fireballs.
Light from the sun has been perceived
By the entire animal and plant kingdoms;
Humans feel the moon more than the sea.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Death
The most certain thing we've all ever known, the most eternal concept. DEATH! The most frightening thing we've all ever known, yet the most surest! Death knows no bounds, has no relationships, and favours no clown! But death is God's way of saying I want you with me now, collect your spirit in no time now, I still wonder if death will die now!
poem by Khalifa Mustapha
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You're The Best Dad I've Ever Had
Happy Father's Day,
Dad.
'Okay...
What do you want? '
Nothing.
I just stopped by,
To wish you...
A Happy Father's Day.
'Okay...
What's wrong with your car? '
Daddy!
Gee!
Can't I just stop by,
To say hello and see how you are doing?
'Sure!
What do you need?
Gas money?
Who is that in the car with you? '
Just a few friends.
And we are going to spend the entire day,
Paying our respects.
'Here!
Here's twenty dollars.
How much did you all collect,
So far? '
DADDY!
'Well? '
Can you make that thirty?
The rest of them could only collect ten.
And we are going to the movies.
You wont believe what they are charging today.
You want to come along with us?
'Sure.'
Daddy.
You know you wont like hanging with us.
'Here.
Take fourty.
And thank you for your thoughts.'
Daddy.
You're the 'best' dad I've ever had.
'I'm the only dad you've ever had.
So get out of here.'
Why you actin' all ungrateful?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The age of innocence
Re-collect
Re-ligio
A high tide of returning faith
For the age of innocence
Le fin de toutes les ciecles
Weltschmertz too shallow for those
Who went abysses too high
Who went insanity too nigh
Go up
Super-modern stuck in
Heideggerian states of minds
Without even knowing that
New health be named after you
Carry the name the peace of glory
You sub-modern undercurrent
Talking to its future
Gather together
Powers of the world
Light up little girls’ golden matches
Re-collect little boys lost in no man’s host
Gather together and strike
Dancing light on fragility
Delicate wire walkers
Scar lit star dust dancers
Spinning ashes spread
Spread beyond the waters
You sub-modern undercurrent
Talking to its future
Re-collect
Memories of Earth risen grown up
In knife edges shortcuts torn apart
Dying a Nietzche strength in
‘they’ll call me a sickness’ testament
Michael Angelo mocking
Bartholomeus’s skin
The Moses horns bone bricked
Into the creation of Earth
Re-collect
Re-ligio
The high tide of returning faith
For the age of innocence
This is an unknown passion
A torment passion tearing to nothing
Torn to nothing brought
Torn out of nothing born
Reborn
Unmasking darkness and light
Un-dividing
A new health may carry its name
To say
To re-collect
Gather together and strike
Light steps of the paths
Stamps in sounds star bathed blessed
Sub-modern last choice manifest
Re-collect
Re-ligio
The high tide of returning faith
For the age of innocence.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Harvest
Autumn feeds with harvest
Birds, animals and human beings.
It brings breakfast, lunch and dinner,
It brings the sweetest things.
Autumn in the gardens,
Autumn in the wood…
Nature has prepared all kinds of food.
Harvesting is pleasant!
Harvesting is good!
Happy is a peasant,
Happy is a wood!
Mice collect the grain,
Bees collect the honey,
Granny makes a jam,
Winter will be funny
Without any flam.
Apples in the cellar,
Grape turns into wine.
We are nature’s dwellers,
We all want to dine.
Gathering gifts of nature
You’ll avoid the hunger,
You will be much stronger,
You will look much younger.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 7th of September,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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What's The Need To Save For A Rainy Day?
What's the need to save for a rainy day?
Or keep good dishes to look at,
And never use.
Just to look at...
And never ever use.
To collect good stuff that has never been touched?
Makes little sense when no one visits much,
To appreciate what's valued but does collect dust.
And when those gold trimmed cups begin to rust up,
Who then would wish to sip...
From a cup used that could be chipped on their visit?
I would rather lick tea from a bowl if I knew this.
Whoever got a benefit without a taking of a risk?
Whoever took a risk and not received a benefit?
Just to look at and to never use 'something'...
Like a covering of chairs to plastic wrap,
Who can sit comfortably on top of that?
To look at and to never use 'something'!
What is the risk?
Where's the benefit in this?
What's the need to save for a rainy day?
Or keep good dishes to look at...
And never be used.
Just to look at and to never use 'something'...
Like a covering of chairs to plastic wrap,
Who can sit comfortably on top of that?
Or keep good dishes never touched.
And all they do is collect dust.
What's the need to save for a rainy day?
Or keep good dishes...
To look at and never use.
What is the risk?
Where's the benefit in this?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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