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Love Respects
Love respects everyone always,
Love respects everyone's way of life,
Everyone's way of living needs respect,
Love respects everyone always :)
Love respects everyone's opinions,
Love helps us understand everyone's choices,
Respecting everyone's choices encourages understanding,
Love respects everyone's opinions :)
Love respects our needs and desires,
Love knows our needs include respect,
Our desires need respect to be understood,
Love respects our needs and desires :)
Love respects family always,
Love understands a families' influence,
Our parents' decisions need respect,
Love respects family always :)
poem by Paul Jensen Jr
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Far from creating a new formalism, what these can yield is something far transcending surface values since they not only embody form as beauty, but also form in which intuitions or ideas or conjectures have taken visible substance.
You Just Haven't Discovered That Yet
'Mommie?
What is substance and quality?
We've been given an assigment,
To describe what it is in an essay.'
Substance is something one wishes to have,
When a missing of a quality has been overpriced.
'I see.
So...
In other words,
You're telling me...
You have no clue either.'
What did your father say about it?
'He said,
Substance is something sacrificed...
When the quality of it has been diminished,
To the getting of it only lasting for two minutes.'
Go tell your father,
He need not worry about the quality of the substance,
Any longer.
'Why is it,
When I ask you two a question...
The answers have nothing to do,
With my assignment.'
They do.
And they will.
You just haven't discovered that yet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Empty As The Air
A life of substance, is always one that is desired.
But what of the substance you speak of?
How do you define it?
For ones man's junk is another man's treasure.
Substance is what we make of it.
Leading an interesting life in the gallows, could be considered a life of substance if that is what he desires.
Are you trying say he is saying pity me I have not lived an interesting life, one full of life changing, learning, and ever different experiences?
Do go on, as we investigate the brain.
Put it under some light.
What is really their?
Hmm, I can only wonder.
Maybe it is something empty as the air.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Preserve substance; modify form; know the difference.
To T. A.
I have made for you a song,
And it may be right or wrong,
But only you can tell me if it's true;
I have tried for to explain
Both your pleasure and your pain,
And, Thomas, here's my best respects to you!
O there'll surely come a day
When they'll give you all your pay,
And treat you as a Christian ought to do;
So, until that day comes round,
Heaven keep you safe and sound,
And, Thomas, here's my best respects to you!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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To: Thomas Atkins
I have made for you a song,
And it may be right or wrong,
But only you can tell me if it’s true;
I have tried for to explain
Both your pleasure and your pain,
And, Thomas, here’s my best respects to you!
O there’ll surely come a day
When they’ll give you all your pay,
And treat you as a Christian ought to do;
So, until that day comes round,
Heaven keep you safe and sound,
And, Thomas, here’s my best respects to you!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Our Only Hope....
nothing is taken from nowhere
as there can be no beginning if there is no end
there can only be conversion from one form to another
everything starts from a substance
an energy form
a disturbance of a stagnant clear pool
a mass of light
that suddenly burst into flames
at the tip of these all
you cannot pinpoint where is the start
and where's the beginning
all shall accept what is given
and all shall give back what was taken
the face of humanity is no one's face
as it is with a dropp of rain to the ocean's body
that is our only hope.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Designis a revelation to me. It's like taking something that is not alive and giving it form, shape, substance, and life.
quote by Geoffrey Beene
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Beyond Love
beyond love and desire
beyond sex and lust
beyond form and substance
beyond rhyme and rhythm
beyond now and here
or then and hence
beyond you and me
I and thou, some longings in us
still look for social relevance.
where, when, how and why
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Thomas Atkins
PRELUDE TO "BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS"
I have made for you a song
And it may be right or wrong,
But only you can tell me if it's true.
I have tried for to explain
Both your pleasure and your pain,
And, Thomas, here's my best respects to you!
O there'll surely come a day
When they'll give you all your pay,
And treat you as a Christian ought to do;
So, until that day comes round,
Heaven keep you safe and sound,
And, Thomas, here's my best respects to you!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Evil has no substance of its own, but is only the defect, excess, perversion, or corruption of that which has substance.
quote by John Henry Newman
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Creative power, is that receptive attitude of expectancy which makes a mold into which the plastic and as yet undifferentiated substance can flow and take the desired form.
quote by Thomas Troward
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Papulation Control- A Cinquian Form
Rubber
substance with some substance
no thorough fare for liquids
clean slate makes some sense
eraser
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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What is your substance...?
What’s your ‘substance’, Aristotle, pray? -
that in your book On Metaphysics, you
should feel the need to look at ‘being’ more
than Plato said of soul? How ‘know thyself’?
You focus your so glorious mind, O sage,
on what confronts us in our human state;
hoping that from there, all will disclose
itself; and so you seek to formulate:
in Book Four, Chapter Two, acutely list
four ways, four meanings, of the Greek as used;
to us, they’re more apparent grammar-wise:
‘being’ as noun, verb, adverb, adjective…
you ultimately choose the languaged thing:
nouned as existence, substance - ‘ousia’;
no wonder Shakespeare took you up on that;
asking as he did, God’s self in human form
what were the essence of that insubstantial
substance that the world’s whole being holds:
and out from all these cloudy worlds of thought -
it’s ‘constancy’ in godly human heart..
I wonder, Aristotle, if Will’s search
to see the One that’s constant in the All
would satisfy your subtle Grecian mind?
or, in Creation’s grammar as it lives,
do active verbs precede substantive nouns?
And do we know our godly self more true,
as constant in ourselves, in Being Now?
*
[For Pete, who asked]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Some news managers have been slow to grasp that good television news is always substance over form.
quote by Jessica Savitch
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The closest thing to a law of nature in business is that form has an affinity for expense, while substance has an affinity for income.
The well-known fact that the form of a specific substance, e.g. water, and hence its properties can alter without a change in composition was disposed of by the formal view that a physical, not a chemical, process was involved.
quote by Wilhelm Ostwald
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Crushes Are Cheap
It is baffling how feelings surface...
It feels like love in seconds, but what is it really?
SImply a longing to chase?
They cannot be real feelings because how can you love
What you do not know, such love is cheap, even free
Even if every time you see her, speak with her, be with her
Your heartstrings do tug, what substance does this love have?
What is it founded on if not knowledge?
How is it possible to crush on a girl yo do not know
What can you love about her if you don't know her?
What is there to love that is real?
Surely you are doomed
Stronger still is being 'in love', but the more you get to know that person
The less you 'love' them, the lighter the crush is.
It is strange, should not each moment you spend with her
Be sweeter than the last, then how is it that the
Crush grows weaker as you grow closer.
If such a thing is true your crush cannot be love\I t is some cruel form of disillusionment
Some illusion of love that breed emptiness and a greater loneliness
This seems to be all I know, it happens all the time
This subject is all my rhymes
These crushes although devoid of substance
Still crush my soul and weigh heavily on my mind
There is no peace in my weighed down heart, weighed down heavily with
Cheap, empt love.
Such love is not even love at all
So then there is no love in my heart.
Just a cycle of crushing crushes until all substance is crushed and crunched out.
poem by David Knox
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