We are all instruments endowed with feeling and memory. Our senses are so many strings that are struck by surrounding objects and that also frequently strike themselves.
quote by Denis Diderot
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Screen The Sufferings
With the senses you know the world.
The senses awake, you're aware.
The unbridled senses lead to lust.
The sensory objects induce greed.
With the mind you build ambition
And ignore the path to attain.
With the ego you feel importance
And want at any cost to achieve.
Senses, mind and ego reined,
Suffering is screened.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Command As You Demand It
Strike up the band,
And...
Command as you demand it.
Compose a little tune.
With a filling of a room to boom.
And strike up the band.
With a command from you demanded.
Compose a little tune.
With a filling of a room to boom.
Grandstand and be free to be candid.
Strike up the band,
And...
Forget about offending those who may witness.
Strike up the band,
And...
Do it with a strutting flaunted you do best.
With a caring less who objects your steps.
Strike up the band,
And...
Command as you demand it.
Compose a little tune.
With a filling of a room to boom.
And strike up the band.
With a command from you demanded.
Compose a little tune.
With a filling of a room to boom.
Forget about offending those who may witness.
Strike up the band.
And...
With a caring less who objects your steps.
Strike up the band.
And...
Forget about offending those who may witness.
Strike up the band.
And...
With a caring less who objects your steps.
Strike up the band.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rainbow
Woven in texture of sunlit colour,
I'm mere clouds torn droplets.
Short of any inward charm, nothing
Is sensed.Focus on senses, not
On the objects of senses.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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The essential attribute of a new sense is, not the perception of external objects or influences which ordinarily do not act upon the senses, but that external causes should excite in it a new and peculiar kind of sensation different from all the sensations of our five senses.
quote by Johannes P. Muller
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Guitar
Made up of six strings.
Has neck and body.
Just like a human being.
Sounds of the strings makes me smile.
Playing it and singing makes me more satisfy.
Whenever I see my guitar.
It makes me think of sitars.
Both are musical instruments.
Played by the musicians.
One time or two time.
Doesn't matter how many times...
poem by Yash Pradhan
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Voice
And I lay still and snow dust
is burning my skin.
Snow dust is burning to me,
burning never burning out
Orange
Orange
a grey moon.
And I am becoming strings
strings of violas
guitars
violoncellos;
Strings of all
string instruments
when they are searing me
starting to sear me
like orange
like orange
and before I become
voice
before voice I become
vocal strings,
snow dust is burning my skin,
snow dust
orange
burning me,
burning out.
Translated from Macedonian by: Zorica Petkoska
poem by Afrodita Nikolova
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Hunt
I'm tired not of the night but the blue sky
feeling like the owl dusk is when I fly
hunger struck hunt by the twilight of dawn
the eye of the storm, I strike in tremendous form
a scout great eye
can try but can't hide
run my prey
time for you to go bye bye
poem by Kelvin Owusu
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Instruments Of an Affair
That saxaphone
When you're alone
Will haunt your soul.
We'll dance again
In some jazz den
That daybreak stole.
Revealing our tryst
As sweet notes kissed
With one drum roll.
You and I can compare
Instruments of an affair.
That pianoforte
And chocolate torte
Enjoyed together.
Just you and I
Held hands to sigh
To 'Stormy Weather.'
No love song finer
In our clandestine diner
To pull the heart strings.
Remembered when Billie Holiday sings.
You and I can compare
Instruments of an affair.
poem by Kevin East
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This kind of forgetting does not erase memory, it lays the emotion surrounding the memory to rest.
quote by Clarissa Pinkola Estes
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Memory (Thy Shall)
Thy shall not slumber,
Thy shall not wake,
A memory so fragile,
So delicate it may break.
A memory so lost,
So unwanted it tears apart,
Until it dies,
It shall go back to thy start.
A powerful memory it may be,
Or a memory that shall be overlooked,
Thy one shall let it see,
How thy memory is like a book.
But how powerful thy memory is,
It has to be stronger than a good memory,
A memory that has passion and feeling,
A memory that has greatness and becoming myself, I, and me.
Until that kind of memory is shown,
Thy memory shall be looked upon near and far,
Thy memory shall be kept hidden,
Until it shall be who we are.
Thy shall not slumber,
Thy shall not wake,
A memory so fragile,
so delicate it may break.
poem by Alicia Meyers
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The Memory Of The Kiss! ! !
This was the memory.
The memory kissed had played with the heart.
The memory kissed through fast the heartbeat.
The memory kissed made thoughts simply played with the feeling.
The kiss was the feeling of coming tempted promised heaven.
The feeling kiss appreciated each other.
The feeling kiss loved each other.
The feeling kiss gave each other.
It was the kiss through perfection.
The memory kissed had brought the wound.
The memory kissed came with yearning.
The memory kissed flirted.
A kiss not only played with the lips.
Because the kiss was destiny.
Because the kiss was to fill up the world was full of the colour.
This the kiss was the nature song.
This the kiss accompanied the prayer.
This the kiss accompanied the love.
And more significant the kiss always brought yearning.
The memory of the kiss had felt.
Shared the love shared yearning.
The memory kissed still was felt on the perfect lips through perfection.
But my most favourite pursuit, after my daily exertions at the Foundry, was Astronomy. There were frequently clear nights when the glorious objects in the Heavens were seen in most attractive beauty and brilliancy.
quote by James Nasmyth
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{etched In Memories}
A memory so fond
Instilled frames in my mind
Etched like diamond upon glass
Evokes a smile each time
My head on your chest
Your love surrounding me
Immersed in tender comfort
Safely in a cocoon of soft loving
A memory so fond
Engraved within my heart
A pledge of your soul to mine
Eternally in love
My lips touching yours
Feeling soft sweet caress
Intimating such desires
To be completely as one
A memory so fond
A capsule in time
Impressed upon me for always
A timeless need
Asleep in your arms
Inside heavenly dreams
Serenity found
With you loving me
poem by Lillian Jamison
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But I would lie on the floor and analyze everything. I'd listen to all the strings and the background vocals on the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack and try to pick out the different instruments.
quote by Kevin Richardson
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Alankar (Decor) -28
Villains(Rondel)
Lot lots are villains surrounding
Like dust that helps mites to build mounds
Get housed snakes but there in mites'mounds
Dust and snakes no doubt surrounding
But they are rare seen surrounding
Not in huge swarms like mosquitoes
Lot lots are villains surrounding
'Bite and suck' their manifestoes
These are just few picks surrounding
Lot more in the guise of servants
Be it loam or home, those servants
Cheat, beat, loot to grab anything
Lot lots are villains surrounding
poem by Indira Renganathan
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I acknowledge the privilege of being alive in a human body at this moment, endowed with senses, memories, emotions, thoughts, and the space of mind in its wisdom aspect.
2012 New Dimension Of Conceptual Poetics: A Post-conceptual voyage - Nyeinway
there is no tensions between concepts and objects
but there is misconceptions of taking sensational compsitions leading to obsessive diggings stuck on mental faculties
out of moment-to-moment coincidence between senses and sense-objects, directing to subtle mental compositional phenomena
which is the mapping uncreative sphere to conceptual poetry: a post-conceptual voyage.
poet nyein way(Yangon) 's findings in 2012.
Careless Memories
(words and music: duran duran)
So soon just after youve gone
My senses sharpen
But it always takes so damn long
Before I feel how much my eyes have darkened
Fear hangs in a plane of gunsmoke
Drifting in our room
So easy to disturb, with a thought, with a whisper
With a careless memory, with a careless memory
On the table, signs of love lies scattered
And the walls break, with a crashing within
Its not as though you really mattered to me
But being close, how could I let you go
Without some feeling, some precious sympathy following
Fear hangs in a plane of gunsmoke
Drifting in our room
So easy to disturb with a thought with a whisper
With a careless memory, with a careless memory
I walk out into the sun, try to find a new day
But the whole place just screams in my eyes
Where are you now cause I dont want to meet you
I think Id die, I think Id laugh at you
I know Id cry, what am I supposed to do follow you
Outside the thoughts coming flooding back now
I just try to forget you
So easy to disturb with a thought with a whisper
With a careless memory, with a careless memory
With a careless memory, look out
Look out
Look out
Look out
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Pinnochio
Geppetto took a block of wood
With knife in hand he tried
To carve his path to fatherhood
With a son wood could provide
He carved and carved all day and night
Working beaver-ishly
He soon would see the end in sight
Carving fever-ishly
He was rewarded with a son
Who was, of course, just wood
But with this son, he felt as one
It made him feel so good
To give him life he pulled some strings
And gave his son a name
Pinnochio would Geppetto bring
Some joy and even fame
But somehow all awry went things
Pinnochio found one day
He didn't seem to need those strings
They just got in his way
This new found freedom brought a cloud
Life wasn't quite so rosy
When spouting lies, he was endowed
With a nose that was too nosey
So, in the end, this wooden boy
Stopped lying through his nose
And once again became a toy
Wearing strings and puppet clothes
poem by Stanley Cooper
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The senses are the organs by which man places himself in connexion with exterior objects.
quote by Jean Anthelme Brillat Savarin
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