I am obsessive, also I am industrious. Besides, the time when you are most alive and most aware is in childhood and one is trying to recapture that heightened awareness.
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Artistic Emulation Or Concept Original?
instead of emulating the other
with regard to overseas style
get personal agenda individual
becoming prime part of other
true to your own
unique voice voices
within your styles
that soul define
you is desirable
learning to grasp
attain
inner vision
Katherine
Mansfield attained desirable
exquisite
writing
perceiving
authentic
New Zealand cultural
voice
contrasts
of differing
Europe
New Zealand
childhood seen
writ Katheryn
distilled attained
a heightened
hyper awareness
through thought
OE experiences
attained heightened
hyper awareness
through overseas
living experiences
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Child That I Am
Blue, Red and Yellow
Are primary colors.
The colors of childhood;
The colors of children.
I am soft and innocent and childlike-
Trying hard to be childlike;
Trying to be vulnerable again;
Unaffected, Unassuming.
There is a quiet, serious look in my face;
An ache in my heart.
I am alone in my sorrow,
Driven by fear
To be childlike, expressive,
Truthful and wise;
To recapture the essence of living;
Of playing in childhood dreams;
Aware of the wonders of nature;
Sensitive to Flowers and things;
Passive in my joy;
Beautiful in my art-
The art of recreating childhood.
(January 9,1991)
poem by Carole Moran
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It really lasted the whole game, because I was really untouchable, unstoppable that game. But it was heightened on one particular play, and that was the longest run where everything completely slowed down. My awareness was so keen, it was so heightened, it was really amazing.
quote by Marcus Allen
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Awareness, Now!
awareness...
walking in awareness,
breathing in awareness,
giving in awareness,
touching in awareness,
listening in awareness,
doing in awareness,
speaking in awareness,
living in awareness....
awareness,
......now!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A -21st -Century Poet
A -21st -Century Poet:
A -21st -Century Poet:
A poet is
a person who liberates 'I' on race, religion, place, time, personal voices
out of greed, anger and ignorance.
A poet is
a person who liberates
obsessive criterion of institutional power and money.
A poet is
a person who respects a variety of cultures,
who creates educational awareness.
A poet is
a person who surely knows himself
of being humanistic to others and himself and knowing
that of liberation from the obsessive humanity
A poet is
a p[erson who makes and builds
a bridge between universalism and worldisms
and walks over the bridge
but
he is already liberated from the concept of
obsessive reality of a bridge.
There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened.
quote by Charles Baudelaire
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Obsessive/Oblivious
I'm so obsessive in all my behaviours.
Oblivious too the fear and hatered.
That surrounds me from those that I love.
I wish I could stop and be normal for once.
Obsessive the need for love
oblivious to the fact that I repel
and give no temptation.
A ardous road for a starving soul of no elation.
Obsessive to the point that I can't stand myself.
I'm oblivious to the facts that they all all want me out.
It drives me mad and fills with serious doubt.
The fact that I'm not real or needed through out.
Obsessive behaviours that drive me insane.
I'm oblivious to what's obvious It's plain.
Alone forever because people can't stand.
My obsessive/oblivious behaviour at hand.
poem by Michael McParland
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The First Time
Sadly, you cannot recapture
the magic of the first time
no matter how hard you try.
The bliss you felt the first time
remains a fragment in our memories.
Return to recreate them
can never recapture
those moments again.
They will always remain elusive
inheriting our memories and our dreams.
They are doors that are closed
never to reopen again.
(13 July 2011)
poem by David Harris
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A Nice Girl
For a nice girl I will do anything
Always, I will care for her
With my love and with my honesty I will care
Love, I will give
Hug, I will
Hold, I will
Kiss I will
Cherish her forever with my obsessive love I will
Yes, I am obsessive, very obsessive
Only me and her, it will be.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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To use fear as the friend it is, we must retrain and reprogram ourselves...We must persistently and convincingly tell ourselves that the fear is here--with its gift of energy and heightened awareness--so we can do our best and learn the most in the new situation.
quote by Peter McWilliams
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To use fear as the friend it is, we must retrain and reprogram ourselves...We must persistently and convincingly tell ourselves that the fear is here--with its gift of energy and heightened awareness--so we can do our best and learn the most in the new situation.
Peter McWilliams in Life 101
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Learn to sing
Let someone sing to you.
It lulls you from outside.
You are aware externally.
Let you yourself sing.
It lulls you from within.
You are aware inwardly.
Internal awareness is bliss.
25.10.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I love a lot of things, and I'm pretty much obsessive about most things I do, whether it be gardening, or architecture, or music. I'd be an obsessive hairdresser.
quote by Gates McFadden
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Childhood Faded Away
Childhood Faded away,
to a far away land,
simple, so simple were we,
Days of Play,
Going our Way,
Having fun, no care,
for another day,
time for us stood still,
playing king of the hill
Childhood Faded away
thinking of another day,
summer time was fine,
when friends were kind,
swiming holes were filled,
our hearts were thrilled
Childhood Faded Away
to a time that makes me sway
many years have passed away,
since childhood faded to another day,
Childhood Faded to places,
UNKNOWN TO US
floating somewhere in time.
wrote 1-15-07
A Place From Our Childhood
There is a place from our childhood;
we like to visit now and then,
to recapture our youth,
through the years that has slipped away.
A place that has a magic touch,
even through the years it has changed.
A place where sunshine,
still dances on the water
of rippling waves.
Where the wildlife still gather,
free from harm.
A place of solitude,
where you can find
a little peace of mind.
A place within a city that has not
been strangled by any human hand.
Somewhere you can while time away,
with dreams of another day.
poem by David Harris
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Because there is a larger awareness that transcends time and space, an awareness is available after death.
quote by Henry Reed
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Alive Toys
Unfortunately some did not have any toy
In the childhood...
Exchange, they now play with alive toys
As by wooden...
Passions grow together the authorities
By iron wings...
Unfortunately they did not have any toy
In the childhood...
poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
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My Childhood Garden
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
lush and green
it was so happy it made me scream
my joy and hopes
and all my mopes
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
with the ups and downs
when i jumped i could not touch the ground
with my purle ponys
it made it homey
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
flying high
with the little lies
the grass fine
up in the sky my kite
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
now in the past
i now know that it can never last
now as i get taller
it was differnt when i was smaller
my childhood garden
poem by Danielle Eager
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I was obliged to be industrious. Whoever is equally industrious will succeed equally well.
quote by Johannes Sebastian Bach
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Lost My Childhood
Yes i lost my childhood.
And it will never return.
I lost the innocient life
which i used to live.
I lost the fairy dreams
Which helped me for sound sleep.
Yes i lost toy car which i paddled for long.
i remember those fairy tales my mom told me.
I was a small school kid once,
Yes, I lost those moments.
With every day passing i am losing it
And i know it will never return.
Its true that i miss those days
But thats what i can only do.
I wanted to become big
But i was never aware of this hell.
I lost that laugh, i lost that joy.
I want that childhood again
I want to be a boy.
But all i got is a loss of childhood.
poem by James yardy
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