The pendulum of the mind alternates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.
quote by Carl Gustav Jung
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Sense
Sense
Which makes some sense
Other than nonsense
Supreme sense
Is civic sense.
Embedded with moral sense
Inject sense
In this universe
Oozing with nonsense.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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What is sense?
A fool speaks nonsense,
In which a wise one finds sense.
A wise one makes all sense
That a fool takes as nonsense.
What is sense?
21.05.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Pendulum
The pendulum swings to both extremes;
Each side is unreal or so it seems.
Good times are too good and bad times too bad.
So both sides replace the spaces they had.
All that is sure is that change will occur.
Those who embrace it will no doubt endure.
Those fighting the pendulum and its change
Will flounder and falter in a life they estrange.
Opportunities abound as the pendulum swings.
For the advantageous there’s a plethora of things.
But the negative attitude will suffer a fall
When struck severely by the pendulum’s ball.
As stark as today’s events appear to be,
The pendulum’s equilibrium will set them free.
Look to the long term with unfailing hope.
Take advantage of the pendulum no matter its slope.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Sonnet 2
my mind's eye from outer eye remove.
make senseless the argument of sense
that beauty not subject to sense prove
nor object to time that takes you hence.
then, mind from eye withdrawn,
in dark, sense may shine bright
and mind itself your beauty form,
forming mind to your illuminate.
but not thought's sense to hear
nor sense of mind in sense feel,
dimensional sight and intelligent ear
bereft of mind from mind would reel.
no war between your feature and form
exists except in eye - that does harm.
poem by Doug Bentley
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Time's Ticking Away
The pendulum swings,
In such a perpetual way,
It keeps on moving,
In a continuous sway.
The momentum decides,
Time's passing on,
A tick on the clock,
And the moment is gone.
The pendulum swings,
To left and to right,
Time's ticking along,
In mad rhythmic flight.
And as it moves onwards,
Time's ticking away,
There's no way of stopping,
The road to decay.
The pendulum swings,
Another second goes by,
The clock's keeping time,
But time wants to fly.
By night and by day,
Time never stands still,
The pendulum swings,
At 'Time's' endless will.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.
quote by Robert Frost
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Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense.
quote by Robert Frost
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Prolific
he will not be a river
that runs dry
come drought
he will be the sea
as always
deep and blue
and mysterious
and he will speak
everything
interesting or not
from continent to
continent
from shore to shore
till everything
becomes the sea
till all the islands
are erased
till all the glaciers melt
till the world
becomes eaten by
the mouth of the
big water
he will never have
the writer's block
for in all truth
he will be everything
but sense and
nonsense
with the domination
of the latter of course
and you
who is curious shall read
till the last word
because you too
expects much
and then you make a sigh
you relate
and say i am also what i am
sense and nonsense
wise and otherwise.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Accept what You can't Change!
If sun is too hot,
accept it,
It is summer, drink water when thirsty,
one can at most keep himself cool,
Not the
entire world!
If it is raining heavy,
Either open your umbrella,
Or just move under roof,
One can't spread umbrella,
Over whole world!
If it is chilling cold of winter,
Falling snow make you sure,
Wear a coat or move near fireplace,
One can't burn whole towns or forest
to keep whole world warm!
learn limits of temporal soul,
bear it, accept it and live,
Happy with your own,
Hurricanes and storms,
Tempests or drought,
one has to transcend,
Transforming his own,
May whatever fight one has to fight,
Greatest is that fight,
fight against own,
Greatest fight ever fought!
May it to fight for living,
may it to change something,
Or may to accept things,
The fight is always on,
Fight of Self against non self,
fight of sense against nonsense,
If one wants to live fightless,
Live to learn to find sense in nonsense,
nonsense or sense that all is in you,
Chose to fight or to surrender,
One has to pay for what willfully done,
Need not pay for what is natural!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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The days went through far too many faces
the days went through far too many faces
and all the cards dealt in a game of prey
slipped through the hands
like leaves through the boughs
to reach the bottom pit
and a pendulum sound
the houses went through far too many doors
and closed their windowed eyes ushered stricken blue
a twin handful of earth ancestor I found
to reach the bottom pit
and a pendulum sound
the murders took place in the streets of devil
that spoke in a language foreign known to none
detected on a track of an evolution crown
to reach the bottom pit
and the pendulum sound
an we drank our wines not knowing their names
floated in the casks down the poisoned rivers
built ourselves in walls air lost in the ground
to reach the bottom pit
and the pendulum sound
Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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If I Had Any Sense Left At All (feat. Phil Collins)
I can feel the darkness reaching in
As I touch the place you may as well have never been
Love can hurt much more than one can bear
When a heart beats for someone who's not there
CHORUS
How many times
Must I tell myself that you're gone
When will the rest of me wake up
And see what went wrong
So wrong
And turn on the light, pick up the phone
And just call
And lay pride aside
If I had any sense at all
Voices call that only I can hear
Who would have thought this love was something I would fear
Almost hold, almost smell, almost taste
On my mind, in my heart, on my face
CHORUS
How many times
Must I tell myself that you're gone
When will the rest of me wake up
And see what went wrong
So wrong
And turn on the light, pick up the phone
And just call
And lay pride aside
If I had any sense at all
Oh, just lay pride aside
If I had any sense left at all
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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I Wrote A Nonsense Poem
I WROTE A NONSENSE POEM
I wrote a nonsense poem
It said a nonsense thing
Yesterday is not today
And winter is not spring.
I wrote a nonsense poem
It didn’t have a name
It began and so fast finished
No wonder I’m ashamed.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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If I Had Any Sense Left At All
I can feel the darkness reaching in
As I touch the place you may as well have never been
Love can hurt much more than one can bare
When a heart beats for someone whose not there
How many times must I tell myself that you're gone
When will the rest of me wake up and see what went wrong
So wrong
And turn on the light and pick up the phone and just call
And lay pride aside
If I had any sense left at all
Voices call that only I can hear
Who would have thought love was somethin' I would fear
Almost hold, almost smell, almost taste
On my mind, in my heart, on my face
How many times must I tell myself that you're gone
And when will the rest of me wake up and see what went wrong
So wrong
And turn on the light and pick up the phone and just call
And lay pride aside
If I had any sense left at all
Oh, just lay pride aside
If I had any sense left at all
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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The Big Issue
There are those
Spend the night
Under bridges
Over by the river
Down in the park
Through the winter
But there's a house
That I know
Safe and warm
And no-one ever goes there
Down where the priests
Bless the wine
She's been born into the wrong time
She keeps nonsense on her mind
She's a poet
song performed by by Chumbawamba from Tubthumper
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Bible Burning II
'I'm sick and tired of this nonsense'.
'What do you mean 'nonsense. Those are perfectly good bibles. They cost alot'.
(I must admit this last point was speculation on my part)
'That's what I mean'.
'Wait. Have you no faith. Have you no respect for the price of things'? Do you think those are Qu'rans?
'Ha! What is faith'?
'Ah', I said, scratching my head, 'faith is the belief in things unseen. Hey, watch that match'!
'Pernicious, pernicious influence', he insisted, in a way that convinced me I was not going to change his mind.
'Pernicious influence, my......foot. Every word of that book is inspired. Especially Deuteronomy. So put that in your pipe and....
Only too late I realized this was the wrong expression-
'....smoke it'.
'Ah'g'wan', he exclaimed. 'F-ing Republican'.
This was too much.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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The nonsense woman
The nonsense woman lives in our street
She really is not a pleasure to meet
She goes on and on about her cat Mylogie
And makes our day quite foggy
The nonsense woman went to the shops
That was just before she drops
Her cat Mylogie
And got quite soggy
The nonsense woman found another cat
The cat sat on her mat
She called it Tinker
Who was a bit of a stinker
The nonsense woman lay in bed
But to her lonliness and dread
Tinker and Mylogie were both gone
So these days she won't even eat a scone
Very much to our relief
She has got so much grief
She won't even come out her house
And all day is a quiet as a mouse
poem by by unknown author
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In the time of the pandemic,whole humanity alternates the days from anxiety to panic.
Camelia Oprița (20 April 2020)
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The Swing
Its the swing
Its the swing like a pendulum
It marks the moments as the years go by in an innocent phase
The swing into never-neverland
There was a darkness like an old friend
That scratched and crawled up the wall
Into my life
Into my destiny
Into my desire
Its the swing
Its the swing like a pendulum
So look behind you when the race has run
And the winner is named
The swing into never-neverland
There was a darkness like an old friend
That scratched and crawled up the wall
Into my life
Well its the swing
The swing like a pendulum
Between the pieces and between the lines
Leaving nothing to hide
song performed by by INXS
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A Tangled Web Of Words
Victory beyond our senses
in the bright congealing light
makes nonsense of our thoughts
that spill out through the night.
A tangled web of words
of which we have no control
splatter themselves
upon the blank pages
of our mind for all time.
We are captives to our thoughts
whether they be right or wrong
as they plan to captivate our mind.
We can only capitulate
under the onslaught they bring,
lowering our defences
to the power in gifts they bring.
16 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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The evolution of sense is, in a sense, the evolution of nonsense.
quote by Vladimir Nabokov
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