The interval between a cold expectation and a warm desire may be filled by expectations of varying degrees of warmth or by desires of varying degrees of coldness.
quote by Samuel Alexander
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Cold Front
The white noise truly haunts me
So chilled by varying degrees...
Covered in the frost of days of old-
Much like the ice covering the trees;
Lending no warmth to our bones nor marrow-
No where to build that: 'Proverbial Fire'
Hypothermia 'tis quick to always set in...
Longing for the gentle heat of Summers Inspire;
Long gone 'tis my Muse of warmer circumstance...
Of back when my days were filled with sunshine-
Yes, back in the day-when Summer -was the only way-
Back then-when you and the world were mine;
Today, i am chilled to the very bone and the marrow...
In silent repose, i now simply wait--
For the thaw of Winter to melt into Spring...
I await, the questionable degrees of my fate!
By, Theodora Onken
December,2011
poem by Theodora Onken
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To understand a child we have to watch him at play, study him in his different moods; we cannot project upon him our own prejudices, hopes and fears, or mould him to fit the pattern of our desires. If we are constantly judging the child according to our personal likes and dislikes, we are bound to create barriers and hindrances in our relationship with him and in his relationships with the world. Unfortunately, most of us desire to shape the child in a way that is gratifying to our own vanities and idiosyncrasies; we find varying degrees of comfort and satisfaction in exclusive ownership and domination.
quote by Krishnamurti
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Imagination is not the exclusive appanage of artists, but belongs in varying degrees to all men.
quote by George Henry Lewes
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Coming out involves varying degrees of difficulty that are affected by class, race, religion, and geography.
quote by Lance Loud
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Cage's Music of Changes was a further indication that the arts in general were beginning to consciously deal with the ""given"" material and, to varying degrees, liberating them from the inherited, functional concepts of control.
quote by Earle Brown
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I think young writers should get other degrees first, social sciences, arts degrees or even business degrees. What you learn is research skills, a necessity because a lot of writing is about trying to find information.
quote by Irvine Welsh
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Temperatures
When it 25 degrees celsius,
Many say it summer in some lands;
But the same is very cold to others in another land.
When it 40 degrees celsius,
Many enjoy the heat in Africa!
But many do die in other lands too;
Since it is too much for them to bear.
When it minus 50 degrees in Russia,
The poeple there enjoy it and have no problem;
But many of us on this earth will be frozen already!
Such is life and such are the temperatures,
But we are all made to stand one condition or the other.
The status-quo and the rule of nature,
With the style of to catch up at times;
But we all need the weather forcasts to guide us on.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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More Than Degrees
Mini-jobs and maxi-prices,
You are what you say you are!
But true love knows my name more than Degrees.
You are what you eat and i am what i eat,
But i am like Daniel in the lions den with my mind;
And true love knows my name more than the Degrees around me.
Life to some people is like the wind,
But others wait to see where it blows to;
And like your existing contracts on this earth,
But true love knows my name more than Degrees.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Victoria's Weather
On fifth day of September five days into the Spring
The currawongs the birds of rain on the high gum trees sing
And weather back to Winter change and chill the breezes blow
And it's been hailing all the day and cold enough to snow.
In latter days of Winter the weather nice and fine
And morning paddocks gray with frost that melted in sunshine
And temperatures rose through the day to near twenty degrees
And warmth in the sunshine and warmth in the breeze.
Victoria's weather changes quick it's always been that way
And a heavy shower of cold Spring hail has left the garden gray
A high of five a low of two that's what the forecast say
In the only place that you will get four Seasons in one day.
The currawongs the birds of rain sing on the tall gum trees
On this the coldest day of Spring it's only five degrees
And through the wood on Selby hill the chilly breezes blow
And it's been hailing all the day and cold enough to snow.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Pigmentation Of My Skin
If I never said a word,
About 'stuff' I thought about...
Would my not saying anything,
Be interpreted by someone else...
With a stopping of my thoughts about it?
I heard it said to me,
In varying degrees of sentiments expressed...
How strong and resilient I appeared.
And that I had the patience of 'Job'.
Able to endure and move on without dropping a tear.
I've heard it mentioned to me,
I rarely complained about my differences.
Or reacted negatively,
When this was brought to my attention.
And with an air of confidence I continued to stride.
And why should I say anything about 'stuff',
I wish to keep inside?
Everywhere I go the pigmentation of my skin,
Seems to speak for itself.
Or the ones who lack it I would hear tell others,
What they believe I feel, think and know....
About 'everything' without hearing a word from me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Evil Is Absence Of Light
Treat everyone like a spiritual being with varying degrees of light
some that are evil need to become more bright.
These spiritual beings are a little dim
they have to bring more consciousness to their awareness from within.
Their vibration is lower for us to learn
maybe not to take it personally, be able more to discern.
They have to align their personality with their soul
then they will look at it from a different point of view
if they want their soul to evolve and grow.
No worries for all will be enlightened in time
Evil is the absence of light they need more to shine.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 9,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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35 Degrees Centigrade
at 35 degrees
girl! it is hot
and i am sweating
at 45 degrees
i am ready
on to bed
i am sleepless
i am a log rolling
trying to catch moss
i am a stone
silent and hardened
i look at the moon
and i ask for wisdom
what's love got to do with this?
i am hot and loveless
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Degrees Don't Love You
Degrees don't love you so you never went to school!
But your mind writes like a Philosopher to teach many;
And the truth is, Degrees are obtained under a Faculty.
Degrees are obtained after the length of studies,
But without one's Philosophy there is no Faculty!
Because one has to create the ideas for others to follow;
And out of Philosophy came the branches of Faculties.
You don't need any Degree to identify yourself,
Because you have the ability of teaching others;
And Philosophy is always above Faculty! !
For, you are a Philosopher with the magic ink of your mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Don't Tell Me About It I Already Know
Don't tell me about it I already know
That money on bushes and trees does not grow
Yet of it some do have far more than enough
Whilst millions of poor people are doing it tough.
The unequal distribution of wealth seems humanity's shame
For every millionaire hundreds without a penny to their name
Homeless and hungry on poverty street
They hardly would know of the taste of good meat.
So many of life's opportunities denied
Their circumstance of birth their future's for them decide
Of their lives of poverty of varying degrees
In the refugee camps millions of refugees.
Don't tell me about it I know all too well
That millions are living in their earthly hell
Money breeds inequality doesn't that seem unfair
It is a rat race in the big World out there.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Fourth
expectation's hope rising, pulsing
as you bring the warmth and joy
that only a bright summer day
presents on a picnic blanket spread
filled with goodies and laughter
neatly packed away in a picnic basket
expectation's hope realising
as you take my hand in yours
thru the threshold of our home
prancing into the breeze and light
filled with memories and plans
lovingly packed for a rainy morn
expectation's hope resucitating
as your soothing breath caresses
taking my longings into belonging
perfecting inner transformation
filled with songs and dreams
movements in blissful harmony
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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WHERE Is The Common Sense?
If there were degrees awarded,
For those earning diplomas in 'Incompetence'...
Few would question its existence.
It would be an established acknowledgement.
And since incompetence does exist,
WHERE is the common sense?
And at whose expense are those with degrees,
Trying to convince they now have achieved it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hope is itself a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords: but, like all other pleasures immoderately enjoyed, the excesses of hope must be expiated by pain; and expectations improperly indulged must end in disappointment. If it be asked, what is the improper expectation which it is dangerous to indulge, experience will quickly answer, that it is such expectation as is dictated not by reason, but by desire; expectation raised, not by the common occurrences of life, but by the wants of the expectant; an expectation that requires the common course of things to be changed, and the general rules of action to be broken.
quote by Samuel Johnson
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Changes...?
Oh, these changes just keep on a coming...
Alterations of varying kinds-
Throwing us foul balls of discord
Often times just blowing our minds;
It has been a Summer of heated arguments...
Nestled 'neath an overpass of doom
Resounding 4th of July Fireworks, crackling
And everywhere else, a Winter of Doom;
Looking for the fingerprints of SpringTide
Morning comes crawling home to me...
Imperfect Falls russet is looming-bonfires burnished...
While temperatures of bad omens, rise by degrees;
Seasons of disagreements continue to challenge us-
Through the mountains of discontent, in the Vale
Waves of bitter words-now growing Tidal..
In a once deep blue sea, now gone pale;
poem by Theodora Onken
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52 Degrees
A heavy dew splashes my window
52 Degrees of cold mist outside
Too cold to touch
Beautiful to stare
Right there
Nothing.
Calm smudge
Distorts the world
Breaking all peceptual realities
Just beyond my dreary window
It'll be right there, waiting, stalking
Just as you exit the warmth
Chill you to the bone
Penetrate the skin, muscles
Numbing the worry
The anxiety
Momentarily
poem by Matthew Peel
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The Jester
There are three degrees of bliss
At the foot of Allah's Throne
And the highest place is his
Who saves a brother's soul
At peril of his own.
There is the Power made known!
There are three degrees of bliss
In Garden of Paradise,
And the second place is his
Who saves his brother's soul
By excellent advice.
For there the Glory lies!
There the are three degrees of bliss
And three abodes of the Blest,
And the lowest place is his
Who had saved a soul by jest
And a brother's soul in sport...
But there do the Angels resort!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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