In the works of man, everything is as poor as its author; vision is confined, means are limited, scope is restricted, movements are labored, and results are humdrum.
quote by Joseph de Maistre
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Limited expectations yield only limited results.
quote by Susan Laurson Willig
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Use your imagination, and you'll see that even the most narrow, humdrum lives are infinite in scope if you examine them with enough care.
quote by Mark Haddon
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The mystery of Godliness
God is not confined to a single place
or restricted to any time or space.
The Almighty God is forever there
Omnipresent, He is everywhere.
Before the beginning our God we see
and after the end of time He will be.
Far deeper than any depth that we can go
higher than the heights mankind can know.
Our God is so distinctive and diverse
beyond the reaches of the great universe
and yet He confined Himself to a span
and lived amongst us as a mortal man.
written after reading 1 Timothy 3: 16
Proof Speaks Louder
The foolish blurt out silly things
Their confined minds fail comprehension
For a famine of Wisdom is revealing
Their limited scope of brain absorption.
Capricious little declarations
Disguised to twist and thus create
A bigoted view, a sheer distortion
Of facts they cannot substantiate.
'Proof of the pudding is in the eating'
Thus the old saying aptly declares
Each time that someone does a reporting
Present the proof - I will always dare!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Not Confined To Stay
The mind might reside in one's head.
But it is not confined to stay there.
Nor is it restricted to limits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I liked tap, because I liked hearing the results of my movements.
quote by Suzanne Farrell
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Lives Limited In Meaning
Could this be an estimation,
Underestimated...
To leave,
The mind's eye blind?
And stay myopic.
And could it be decisions,
Are made to make attempts...
To redefine,
These times...
And stay erotic.
For reasons not to find a rhyme,
To give.
And for many to feel more confined,
To live...
Lives that are limited,
In meaning!
Could this be an estimation,
Underestimated...
To leave,
The mind's eye blind?
And stay myopic.
And could it be decisions,
Are made to make attempts...
To redefine,
These times...
And stay erotic.
For many to feel more confined,
To live...
Lives that are limited,
In meaning.
For many to feel more confined,
To live...
Lives that are limited,
In meaning.
Lives limited in meaning,
To give...
Reasons not to find a rhyme,
To live...
Lives limited in meaning!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Because my musical training has been limited, I've never been restricted by what technical musicians might call a song.
quote by Neil Diamond
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Humdrum & Humble
Mistress of the mind
Take me where the air is clean
Ignorance is kind
Emerald and evergreen
30 days september, year of miracle and grief
Through the haze, remember
Youre an animal, not a mineral
And we won the war, lost the battle
Lost the war, won the battle
Won the war, lost the battle
Lost the war
All for the love of the humdrum and humble
Colour for the colourblind
All for the love of the humdrum and humble
Through the human eye
Nature a soul extreme
Nothing seems to die
Pictures in a magazine
Through the maze, precisely
Through the myriad of schemes
With your gaze, entice me
Like an animal, not a mineral
And we won the war, lost the battle
Lost the war, won the battle
Won the war, lost the battle
Lost the war
All for the love of the humdrum and humble
Colour for the colourblind
All for the love of the humdrum and humble
Through the maze, precisely
Through the myriad of schemes
With your gaze, entice me
Like an animal, not a mineral
And we won the war, lost the battle
Lost the war, won the battle
Won the war, lost the battle
Lost the war
All for the love of the humdrum and humble
Colour for the colourblind
All for the love of the humdrum and humble
Rubishing the phillistines
All for the love of the humdrum and humble
song performed by by Tears For Fears
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Life's A Point of View
Life offers two poles - two roles.
One beginning, grinning, winning.
One refusing, abusing, losing.
Each looks through their scope
With hope that their vision is right.
A clear, focused lens views bright.
One closed results in failing sight.
Some are aware and don't care.
For most of the rest the test is too great.
But a rare few do know and dare.
To those must go unending praise,
For their days are each born anew.
Their genius? That right point of view!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Extremities Restricted Would Upset Me If Limited
Because I am blessed with vision.
I am more inclined to believe what I see,
Than what I hear with my own ears.
Because I do have a sense of touch.
I'd rather feel than have described to me,
What it is to experience that which I can hold.
Because I have a heart,
Sometimes in conflict with my mind...
I still find most times a connection I can define.
And blessed I am to have legs with feet,
I can choose to use them...
To come to go from inside to outside as I please.
To have any of my extremities restricted,
Would upset me if limited.
Especially if I am convinced their movement is mine.
I have been spoiled with these blessings.
And to sit and procrastinate,
Would be a waste of abilities as if I could stop time.
Yes I have been oppressed with a suppression that tests.
But I will not let that undo the best of me...
To allow what is believed to prevent my forward steps.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Great literature must spring from an upheaval in the author's soul. If that upheaval is not present then it must come from the works of any other author which happens to be handy and easily adapted.
quote by Robert Benchley
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Dependence On Negativity
Your demons have you convinced,
The life you live without me...
Would be better spent,
Not listening!
And the benefit from this,
Affords you to live...
A life lived without comprehension.
One acheived without common sense!
Follow I do your movements from the sidelines.
Hoping one day you will awaken to find...
Wasting time trying to redefine,
How to accept me in your mind...
Has limited you to doubt and misunderstanding.
Deception based upon your perception,
I have plans to manipulate your independence...
Is that continuous inner dialogue you keep,
With your belief a dependency on negativity relieves!
It is you not me living day to day in desperation.
However...
It is your happiness that has been blocked,
And confined.
Not mine!
That is the only freedom I know...
I have here to share with fresh air to breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keep It Fed With Lies
How to poison a mind?
Keep it fed with lies.
How to lose a mind over time?
One that is kept limited and confined?
Keep it fed with lies.
Keep it fed with lies.
Keep it fed with lies.
How to poison a mind?
Keep it fed with lies.
How to lose a mind over time?
One that is kept limited and confined?
To control?
Ensuring it does what it is told?
Keep it fed with lies.
Keep it fed with lies.
Keep it fed with lies.
Keep it fed with lies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Restricted
when i was a kid
they say it is restricted
for adults only
when i became an adult
they say
i must become a child
with all these
unexpected twists and turns
of my life
when i have become neither
a child
or an adult
a man or a woman at an age
where i can not really do
what i want
i say, i am so restricted
and it does not really matter
i am too old to think
i am too old to live
i am they say too young to die
and then when i said
i doubted everything
they tell me, and i like it really
that i am a wise man
of course, i do not understand
but as i am telling you
i like
from then on, just being
restricted
poem by Antonio Liao
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Sonnet 17
in art the Kosmic Vision is free to indwell,
Kosmic Sense find visionary expression,
but no art form that Vision may tell:
Vision is free, from art laws in exemption.
art may reflect, but never compass Vision:
Vision, unlimited, is of unlimited scope:
Vision in art is a finite communication:
infinite Vision eludes laws of finite art.
Kosmic Sense is a new frontier of mind:
death to self that contact requires:
when self to limit of self is defined
self dies, and in Kosmic Self suspires.
in purgatory, self rises to heaven's brink:
then, limit defined, to purgatory must sink.
poem by Doug Bentley
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Parking on Double Yellows
Restricted vision
Exeption for DLA
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poem by Nia Williams
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The scope of material I can work with is not limited to the set of things that we inherit from nature.
Sonnet; My Life till Date
I dug the ground so deep but got no oil;
I climbed the mountain steep; didn’t see its peak;
I sowed the seeds so well but ’twas poor soil;
I wrote in English swell but knew no Greek.
I’ve labored hard; I’m yet to reap results;
My honesty hasn’t paid me dividends;
I’ve patiently received umptine insults;
I’ve tried in life my best to make amends.
Yet, God hasn’t been unkind in big a way;
The things He does is for my good always;
He will give me in His time my D-day;
I need His wisdom and His immense grace.
God cares and loves me tho’ I don’t deserve!
Whatever happens still, I must Him serve.
6-24-2002 by Dr John Celes
poem by John Celes
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Scholarship Is Poor
I fancied myself a scholar one day,
With uncaring money the books displaced the books,
Which was assuredly first class, with no expense,
Like the cheap and deep recesses of Hell.
My boasting and reducing was incomplete,
Wasting money just was that funny with serving.
Various humans dissolved into a fluid of gases,
The teachers shamed the warriors, for the scholars brightened.
My scholarship came to rest as I plummeted
To the ground after the results had hatched,
The results were too poor and I am too poor.
poem by Naveed Akram
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