He was a great thundering paradox of a man.
quote by William Manchester
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Irony is the form of paradox. Paradox is what is good and great at the same time.
quote by Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Thundering Youth
Thundering Youth/Thundering flower
Like the thundering flower of youth,
and the thundering beauty of a flower
the thundering beauty of youth
and the thundering youth of power
Like the thundering power of truth,
The springtime was a crying flower
drenched in orchid's blood
and revealing all of its power
godblessamen
poem by Samuel Stuart Pennell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Paradox Of Poetry
The Paradox of Poetry
Is that every poem contains its own questions-
And that each question it asks
Is answered in another question
Raised from somewhere else-
The paradox of Poetry
Is that its meanings
Cannot be contained by themselves-
And so each paradox too
Bears within it its own ambiguity-
I call this a poem about Poetry
But in Paradox
It is a statement of Love
Which abstract as it is
Lacks poetic feeling
A non- poetic poem
Aspiring to be poetry too-
poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Thundering Hearts
In these long, hot summer days
Need a way to cool ourselves down
Pop off the top of that chevrolet
Drive through the carwash
Laugh and fall around
Smokin the old ducados the old man got down in spain
Eatin eggs and french fries on the side
Ride that harley davidson in the hot summer heat
Lord knows that I just love to ride
Go by and pick up that kentucky girl
She knew me when I got my start
Oh yeah, those were diferent days...
Chorus:
In the valley of the thundering hearts
Thundering hearts
Thundering hearts
Thundering hearts
Get your crazy hair, girl, right on my face
This old rednecks on fire, burnin? up
Give us a kiss, baby, make it on the same place
Humiditys about to drive me all crazy wild
Pretty soon the sun will be goin? down
And this little town will be cool and dark
Forget about heaven. let me stay here forever
Chorus:
In the valley of the thundering hearts
Thundering hearts
Thundering hearts
Thundering hearts
song performed by by John Mellencamp
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
That's the great paradox of living on this earth, that in the midst of great pain you can have great joy as well. If we didn't have those things we'd just be numb.
quote by Kathy Mattea
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The paradox is really the pathos of intellectual life and just as only great souls are exposed to passions it is only the great thinker who is exposed to what I call paradoxes, which are nothing else than grandiose thoughts in embryo.
quote by Soren Kierkegaard
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
We Live In Contradiction And Paradox
WE LIVE IN CONTRADICTION AND PARADOX
We live in contradiction and paradox-
We are more and less than we want to be-
Our self- definition is over- definable and indefinable
Too much and too little
Too less and too more
We are incredible and trivial to a simple and endless degree-
Who we are and what we are now-
All the mysteries of the stars cannot know-
Why we are what we will be
Only God knows.
poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
In Times Of Solitude (Cavatina)
In times of some great kind of solitude,
the veldt, the bush,
catches me in living great memories,
a tranquil hush
brings back a new kind of awakening,
in does then rush
the trees, birds, bees and many wild flowers,
like some thundering life bearing showers.
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The great paradox of the 21st century is that, in this age of powerful technology, the biggest problems we face internationally are problems of the human soul.
quote by Ralph Peters
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Thundering Of Cloud
Thundering of cloud
Gives us three Ds
first D is Dana
That is charity
Second D is Damana
That is Self-control
Third D is Daya
That is Mercy
Thundering of cloud
Preaches us
Charity self-contol
And mercy
As our duty
And if we perform
Our duties
We can get food
Clothing and shelter
Easily through God.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
God's Dog
God's dog he barketh never
His tail is ever still
For heaven hath no cats to taunt
Nor rabbits yet to kill
He scratcheth not
And howleth less
His life a bitter pill
For omnipotents they throw no sticks
And low they never will.
To throw a ball in heaven
Is simply never done
And cars to chase in paradise
Are numbered less than one.
So paradox on paradox
The circumstances tell
Of a hound who dwells in heaven
But lives his life in HELL!
poem by Bill Mitton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Holy Paradox
It's one of the most important things
The the kind of word that rings
In your ears, that seems to be the opposite of sense
Paradox
They seem like such nonsense
In fact I used to take offense
At their confusing nature
There appears to be no cure
For their contradicting and infectious creed
Their polluting and illogical seed
But then I realized that I've been blind
Yes blind, yes even this whole time
There was one paradox I just refused to see
One paradox that would come to define me
Holy paradox
Righteous sinner
Righteousness is the absence of sin
Sin is the absence of righteousness
So which one will win?
So when you confess
Jesus died for sin
He rose again so that it'd never win
But sin is inside us
It grows and festers like a pus
Our hearts are evil
We can't deny
Jeremiah 17: 9
Our heart will remain evil, yes remain until
That day when we see Him as He is
That day when we fully become His
But this is
The Holy Paradox
I'm a righteous sinner
Washed by the blood of grace
Sinner that even punishment does not deter
Righteous son of the living God, beloved who will see God's face
So I come back to the same conclusion
It's the things that we don't understand that give us purpose
It's the paradoxes, it's the unseen that defines the seen, that defines us
How could you have an evil heart and be righteous? Contradiction?
How could one God be three persons in One?
How could this God love us enough to give up His Son?
How could God know the future, and yet give us free choice?
How could God be loving and be the Holy Judge? But rejoice!
Even these things we don't fully comprehend
Are the binding fabric does transcend
Our undestanding
But binds us together nonetheless
That gives us our identity, so bless
The Source, bless God righteous, holy and fully comprehending
poem by David Knox
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
One day at a waterfall
I went to a waterfall
in the drakensberg mountains
on a sunny day
and there was something,
in the sound of the pouring water.
a Song was cast in the water,
but the words were gone
and just the thundering tune was left.
For a time I listened to the rushing sound
and the rhythm,
went deep into my heart.
Was this how David Livingstone felt,
when he stood at the Victoria Falls
and the thundering smoke
opened before his eyes.
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Beecher
So, Beecher's dead. His was a great soul, too
Great as a giant organ is, whose reeds
Hold in them all the souls of all the creeds
That man has ever taught and never knew.
When on this mighty instrument He laid
His hand Who fashioned it, our common moan
Was suppliant in its thundering. The tone
Grew more vivacious when the Devil played.
No more those luring harmonies we hear,
And lo! already men forget the sound.
They turn, retracing all the dubious ground
O'er which it led them, pigwise, by the ear.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Nothing I Dream Comes True
NOTHING I DREAM COMES TRUE
Nothing I dream comes true.
The poems are written.
The world goes on.
This is the paradox:
The mind for me
Without which there is nothing else.
Will disappear.
So great to myself
So nothing to everyone else.
Except a few loved ones, perhaps.
poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Don't Forget who is your Father
God is Great
He created you and me so ladies and gentleman
he is the only person to praise and pray
Cause some of us we pray Alan people you pray him
who is him God is the one who created us
so guys help me to Thank him every time i'm sick i call him cause
he is the hiller the killer of diseases in the world
Help me to sing.
How great is our God sing with me how great is our God
all we sing is how great is our God age to age praise his
Great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great great great great great
GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD..
Thank you Help me pliz.
poem by Ruvimbo Daisy Matsika
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Pre-Existence
I laid me down upon the shore
And dreamed a little space;
I heard the great waves break and roar;
The sun was on my face.
My idle hands and fingers brown
Played with the pebbles grey;
The waves came up, the waves went down,
Most thundering and gay.
The pebbles, they were smooth and round
And warm upon my hands,
Like little people I had found
Sitting among the sands.
The grains of sands so shining-small
Soft through my fingers ran;
The sun shone down upon it all,
And so my dream began:
How all of this had been before;
How ages far away
I lay on some forgotten shore
As here I lie to-day.
The waves came shining up the sands,
As here to-day they shine;
And in my pre-pelasgian hands
The sand was warm and fine.
I have forgotten whence I came,
Or what my home might be,
Or by what strange and savage name
I called that thundering sea.
I only know the sun shone down
As still it shines to-day,
And in my fingers long and brown
The little pebbles lay.
poem by Frances Darwin Cornford
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Beginners
HOW they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals;)
How dear and dreadful they are to the earth;
How they inure to themselves as much as to any--What a paradox
appears their age;
How people respond to them, yet know them not;
How there is something relentless in their fate, all times;
How all times mischoose the objects of their adulation and reward,
And how the same inexorable price must still be paid for the same
great purchase.
poem by Walt Whitman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
God Has Mocked At Us
GOD HAS MOCKED AT US
God has mocked at us -
Made us so great to ourselves
Made us the center of our worlds
Made us feel as if we are what truly matters-
God has mocked at us -
And taught us how small we really are-
Has made us know the paradox-
Of our being central only to ourselves –
God has mocked at us and exalted us
And enabled us to attribute to God
Our own reservations about ourselves-
God has mocked at us
Do we in mocking ourselves mock God also?
poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Esse Et Posse
The groan of fallen Hosts; a torrid glare
Of cities; battle-cries of Right and Wrong
Where armies shout to rocking fleets that roar
On thundering oceans to the thundering shore,
And high o'er all-long, long prolonged, along
The moaning caverns of the plaining air,-
The cry of conscious Fate. The firmament
Waves from above me like a tattered flag;
And as a soldier in his lowly tent
Looks up when a shot strikes the helpless rag
From o'er him, and beholds the canopy
Of Heaven, so, sudden to my startled eye,
The Heavens that shall be! The dream fades. I stand
Among the mourners of a mourning land.
poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!