It is a paradox that as we reach out prime, we also see there is a place where it finishes.
quote by Gail Sheehy
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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
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The Prime Time Of Our Lives
It's the prime time of our lives
And I've never seen us more alive
Now that the night has finally arrived
I'm looking for some fun and to survive
Join hands with me
We'll slow down the time
We'll dance the last song
The prime time of our lives is here in this time for us now
When you reach a certain point in your life
You better push it to the extremes
And that's what we're doing
We're celebrating dreams
We're living dreams
We're creating new dreams
In the prime time of our lives
The time is now
In our choices
In what we thought
In what we bought
In what we've got
Thank god for now
It's the prime time of our lives
poem by Justin Gildow
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Irony is the form of paradox. Paradox is what is good and great at the same time.
quote by Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel
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Reach Out And Touch
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
(just try)
Take a little time out of your busy day
To give encouragement
To someone who's lost the way
(just try)
Or would i be talking to a stone
If i asked you
To share a problem that's not your own
We can change things if we start giving
Why don't you
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
(just try)
If you see an old friend on the street
And he's down
Remember his shoes could fit your feet
(just try)
Try a little kindness you'll see
It's something that comes very naturally
We can change things if we start giving
Why don't you
Reach out and touch
Why don't you (why don't you)
Reach out and touch somebody's hand
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Reach Out & Touch
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Reach out and touch
Somebodys hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
Reach out and touch
Somebodys hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
(just try)
Take a little time out of your busy day
To give encouragement
To someone whos lost the way
(just try)
Or would I be talking to a stone
If I asked you
To share a problem thats not your own
We can change things if we start giving
Why dont you
Reach out and touch
Somebodys hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
Reach out and touch
Somebodys hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
(just try)
If you see an old friend on the street
And hes down
Remember his shoes could fit your feet
(just try)
Try a little kindness youll see
Its something that comes very naturally
We can change things if we start giving
Why dont you
Reach out and touch
Why dont you (why dont you)
Reach out and touch somebodys hand
Reach out and touch
Somebodys hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
Reach out and touch
Somebodys hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Pleasure Beach
(words & music by john oates)
Pleasure beach
You may look but never find
That neglected place in time
Like a dream just out of reach
Pleasure beach
Not a place you left behind
Or a place youll ever find
Its a dream just out of reach
Its a place called pleasure beach
There aint no waves in a swimming pool
There aint no fun til you break the rules
Were ever young but never free
I guess thats how it was meant to be
On the beach our thoughts were hot
But our hearts were cool
We fell in love
But we like to fool around with everyone we meet
Its you for you
And me for me
Pleasure beach
You make look but never find
That neglected place in time
Like a dream just out of reach
Pleasure beach
Not a place youll ever find
Its a dream just out of reach
Its a place called pleasure beach
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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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
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Where There Is No Time
let's proceed
to a place
where there
is no time
no space
no thought
and when
we reach
please help
us remove
the words
'place' and
'reach'
up there
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Unicorn 13
who does not wish, openly or secretly,
to meet it, in some quiet place?
even a secret image in the mind's dead index
of those materialists who
deny it a reality, calling it a
‘mythological creature’ – as if
the mind were not superior to flesh and earth?
this, the very reason for
its longevity – who would not,
were it material, have hunted it by now
for a prince’s ransom, its magic horn ground down, hunted to
extinction – so that we would say
‘as dead as unicorn’ and left
the dodo forgotten and unmourned?
and so, to be a myth is logical…
and thus, the unicorn lives, beyond
some banal death at a hunter’s hands;
easy, peaceful in its own preserves,
grazing in the pure air of our minds,
free to remind us that we too are born free.
the secrets of creation
hide in such unthought hills as paradox –
we, yearning for a meeting
in a place we know not where
where in that still and silent place
loud with silent joy,
moving in ways beyond the movement seen,
we meet it when the looking stops
and paradox on paradox,
once met, we do not seek to meet and meet again –
its tender single glance
tells us for ever that it always lived
inside ourselves; we ourselves
that ‘mythological creature’,
more real than our mirrored self,
grazing in the wooded groves of stillness,
the mossy dells of silence; or,
its wild mane wind-tossed,
on the flying highest hills of freedom
or bright-eyed, salt-browed, white
between the spraying waves and curling surf:
knowing ourselves to be, forever to have been:
unicorn
poem by Michael Shepherd
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When I Reach The Place Im Goin
When I reach the place Im goin? br> I will surely know my way
And I will turn and look inside me
And bid farewell to one more day
Every light begins with darkness
Every flower is once a seed
And with the sun and wind to test us
We are bound to be released
I will fly beyond this valley
I will open up the gate
And when I reach the place Im goin? br> I will surely know my way
We have hands to hold our sorrow
We have tears to heal the pain
And though your eyes ask many questions
On your lips I hear my name
I was born without a whisper
I was born beneath the rain
But when I reach the place Im goin? br> I will surely know my way
I will surely know my way
song performed by by Wynonna Judd
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When I Reach The Place Im Goin
When I reach the place Im goin? br> I will surely know my way
And I will turn and look inside me
And bid farewell to one more day
Every light begins with darkness
Every flower is once a seed
And with the sun and wind to test us
We are bound to be released
I will fly beyond this valley
I will open up the gate
And when I reach the place Im goin? br> I will surely know my way
We have hands to hold our sorrow
We have tears to heal the pain
And though your eyes ask many questions
On your lips I hear my name
I was born without a whisper
I was born beneath the rain
But when I reach the place Im goin? br> I will surely know my way
I will surely know my way
song performed by by Wynonna Judd
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Me, Myself & I
I loose Myself sometimes
Somewhere betweem Me and I,
Is where myself should be
Yet sometimes I loose her
It seems she makes her way someplace sometimes
A place where even I
Can't reach, find or see her
So I send Me after her
And all she says is
I lost myself and I can't reach, find or see her
I loose myself sometimes
Somewhere between Me and I
Is where myself should be
Yet sometimes I loose her
I thinks to let her go
Let be and let live wherever she is
Make more room for Me
I loose myself sometimes
Somewhere between Me and I
Is where myself should be
Yet sometimes I loose her
It seems she makes her way someplace sometimes
A place where even I
Can't reach, find or see her
This place says I
This place says Me
Her own
Away from Me and I
Me says to let Myself go
Let live, let be
Be free...
poem by Akona Ntshiba
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We Die From Time to Time
We die from time to time;
We cannot reverse the clock.
We are born, we grow, and we pack;
We get sick, we heal, and we reach our prime;
We get older and we die effortlessly,
Without being cognizant of the damage.
We see another day and we age;
We are dying slowly and surely.
Let's go back to the videotape,
Let's reexamine the face in the mirror,
And take a curious look at an old picture;
We will see that the images in the old tape
Look younger and happier.
Time always does that to us, and the past
Is full of great memories that pass
Like the wind during a stormy weather.
We Die From Time to Time,
Even during prime time.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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A Sunny Wait...
Young days start with a nostalgia
for a lost freedom
Anxiety was the prime suspect.
As the age moves on,
truth consumes the virtue.
I hold this insult
in the throes of conscience with tears.
The dreams did not last long
in the wild eyes of geniuses.
Grace and dignity fell short of sinners.
The prince of blackness strode
on the white souls.
I could not have been a witness
of paradox.
Lacked in the old books
I still wait on the highway
for a sun to climb the hill.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Clinton paradox: How could a president so intelligent, so compassionate, so public-spirited and so conscious of his place in history act in such a stupid, selfish and self-destructive manner?
quote by George Stephanopoulos
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Out Of Reach
Every day just seems so long
Every minute that I'm here without you
Will tomorrow ever come
Will I ever get a chance to feel you
I need you so much
You're out of reach
You're out of reach but you're so close
I hear you cough I feel you fall
But you're out of reach
Another room I can't hide
Another night without you here beside me
Cause I don't want to fake it
I'm just trying to make it yeah
I need you so much
You're out of reach
You're out of reach but you're so close
You're out of reach
You're out of reach but you're so close
You're out of reach
You're out of reach but you're so close
song performed by by BBMak from Into Your Head
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Giving Away, The Last Stage Of Perfection
whatever is saved here
now must be spent
or simply be given away
because
happiness on its first stage
to be itself
must be shared
at the last hour it becomes
completed
when finally all of it
is given away
all of it, all of it,
its perfection is
its own annihilation and
then you go to a place
where everyone arrives
affirming the truth
of said paradox
all of it, all of it,
yes, my dear self,
all of you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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
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Prime Time
Cavalier roses, but the thorns got in my soul
Chocolate box intention, but a bitter taste left me cold
Take a little something, a present clouds the past
Traded our emotions, it couldnt last, wouldnt last at all
And though you didnt say
I knew youd swim away
Fine time for hook and line
And though whats done is done, yeah
I know my right from wrong
Prime time to cast me down!
Bitter suite decision, sofa so good the day we met
Eye for eye collision, pillow talking, only pillow talking
Matinee romancing, the bait is set, the net is cast
Cheated our emotions, it couldnt last
Wouldnt last at all
Although you didnt say
I knew youd swim away
Prime time for hook and line
And though whats done is done
I know my right from wrong
Prime time to cast me down!
And words are words thats all
Im going to stand or fall
Prime time for hook and line
Dont you swim away...
Prime time for the hook and line
Prime time for the hook and line
For the hook, the hook and line
Although you didnt say, yeah
I knew youd swim away
Prime time for hook and line
And though whats done is done, yeah
I know my right from wrong
Prime time to cast me down
Line by line adventure
A prime time for the hook and line
Castaway in pleasure
A prime time
Curtain razor tension
A prime time for the hook and line
Wasted our emotions
A prime time
song performed by by Haircut 100
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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
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