He that composes himself is wiser than he that composes a book.
quote by Benjamin Franklin
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Anyone who composes and conducts at the same time is immediately suspect, because he must be faking one or the other.
quote by Esa-Pekka Salonen
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Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress.
quote by Milan Kundera
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There's not a good poet I know who has not at the beck and call of his memory a vast quantity of poetry that composes his mental library.
quote by Anthony Hecht
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Daybreak
Daybreak brings a hope so grand;
Only in our torn dreams brier roses
Untangling do we begin to understand?
What sparkle in the shadows composes
The lyrics on the wind quietly broken
The mercy in the power of a plain
Red rose on fire! Tearfully, unspoken
Hushed pride disintegrating it's reign!
poem by Mark Heathcote
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We worked very hard to make the lyrics suit the music. I can't, like Elton John, for example, compose by lyrics. Elton has a great talent for that. Whatever you give him, including your questions, he composes in half an hour and makes a great song out of it.
quote by Rick Wright
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Phoenix
A dream of the whole age
Is hidden only in one kiss,
What should I tell in which hearth I placed
The wood of fate-line of the palm,
And turned it into ashes.
Your agony like phoenix
Gets rebirth from ashes,
And resides in my inner-being.
One kiss that composes my life,
Every evening I placing it on my lips,
Entrust to an eye of imagination,
And come into life again and again.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The Morning is The Poetess
as you relax
this early morning
you meet it ... and
greet it,
saying hello to its
newly arrived light
from the window of your
soul
from the gates of your
temple
from the warm arms
of your room
you hug
a very intangible
lover .... this morning
this cool
beautiful morning
dressed in light
golden
you do not compose
a poem for it
it composes a poem
for you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dog Food
Pop
Im hanging around that same old scene
My girlfriend betsy shes just fourteen
Theres nothing better for me to do
Im living on dog food
Dog food is so good for you
It makes you strong and clever too
Dog food is a current craze
Eat some every day
I chew up my sunday mirror
I read about the rich I fear
Dog food is my whole life
Dog food composes my wife
Yum yum yum - woof woof woof - arf arf
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Letters Of Fire
Every letter is fire
Every sentence is a river
Full of fire
Flowing deep into the sky
Where God lives in happiness
With His angels.
The poet breathes with fire
Composes with fire
He burns the eternity
When God smiles.
Letters of fire fly
To the limitless space
The poem reaches the throne of God
And appears as a poet
He asks the God
Are you playing with war?
poem by Devil Poet
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Elastic Season
An elastic class pronounces the difficulty
Of this decade and the clear sky.
Bewildered by breezes, the clear sky
Turns into nasty munches, full demands
My madly loved season turns into naïve people,
Massive men occur to the detriment of some.
Magical knowing composes itself
After the nauseating weather and maniacal time.
Neighbourly districts are sectors of the galaxy
This time next year, this demand shall be last.
poem by Naveed Akram
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My Muse Inspires Me
my muse inspires me not those epic verses
to pen. - but to record the season's changes,
the light and livelyhood such rearranges,
or how a sand grain holds whole universes,
or lessons that experience comprises,
the pain that love for better or for worse is,
small wisdoms that my lonely soul rehearses,
compassions and embittered compromises
or often of how every living creature
is one with the Divine's own enterprises
Who present is in all that She devises
Her countenance upon the basest feature.
not anything profound my verse proposes -
just that which through my pen the muse composes.
poem by Moon Batchelder
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The Laws
Write down your laws so you inherit,
Laws bestow good and we thank them.
A singular noun is justice, the name of your soul,
It composes your hearing and sight for the high ones.
Lawful multitudes strive to occupy us in their height,
Prescriptions are made, rules are rectified.
A vein shall bleed, for those who see the law of the nation,
A heart shall weep for the blood to be cared, by this nation.
Write the better laws compared with lower ones,
And the pillars of happiness stand still despite tremors.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Books of a Reader and Drinker
The library of books to do with life are great,
Inside them we discover a whole new story.
Their covers are as hard to swallow as fish,
Meeting a drinker dissolves your hatred of reading.
The drinker is a drunkard of the odd variety,
He reads like an angel when his wings number many,
But then they shed due to drink, and the beer has departed.
For this reading composes the mind,
The books of ancient nature fall from the shelves,
They burn by the dozen and leave us with true knowledge.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Dark Side of the Coin
“‘Space, the bound of a solid’: Silence, then, the form of a melody.” - Alice Meynell
I surrender Myself to the dark.
Disappearing in the consummate blackness,
I send up a non-thought to Absolute Silence,
All spaces and the in-between –
To unfathomable frontiers.
I fall down on my knees before the
Celestial sculptors of Reality:
Space, Silence and the in-between;
Their punctuation of Experience
Makes a dwelling place for Dreams
Just as Silence composes a symphony,
Shapes the course of its melody –
Praise nihility!
poem by Danielle Moffat
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The Dark Side of the Coin
“‘Space, the bound of a solid’: Silence, then, the form of a melody.” - Alice Meynell
I surrender Myself to the dark.
Disappearing in the consummate blackness,
I send up a non-thought to Absolute Silence,
All spaces and the in-between –
To unfathomable frontiers.
I fall down on my knees before the
Celestial sculptors of Reality:
Space, Silence and the in-between;
Their punctuation of Experience
Makes a dwelling place for Dreams
Just as Silence composes a symphony,
Shapes the course of its melody –
Praise nihility!
poem by Danielle Moffat
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The Madhouse
A Lunatic composes a madrigal with his companions
And they are going to perform a stage show in a real people's common theater.
Began the mimicry with the lyrics and emotional music.
Some politicians were scared to hear as it was hinted to their peculiar behavior.
It seemed that they are not insane but the cruel politicians should detain and treat them here the house call 'Place of confusion.'
I dedicate this poem to my poet friend Duncan.
*Southern California Wildfires; State of Emergency....................
Oh! Mother nature's mysterious enemy winds, please go away and bring few rains to soothe the earth.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Bussokusekiku Japanese form
Bussokusekiku
6 lines
5 syllable, line one
7 syllables line two
5 syllables line three
7 syllables in the last three lines
Orientally
inspired I write poetry.
Exercise my brain
Look at things differently
If I can do it so can you
White chrysanthemum.
Signifying purity
One single blossom.
Typically Japanese
in its simplicity
Needs no explanation.
Savage warrior
who composes poetry.
Shows his softer side.
He must be a samurai.
A well trained brave fighting man
Writes beautifully of love.
28/10/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Sonnet In Bee Flat
There must be a place (but I've yet to find one)
beneath the Sol-drawn dawn of autumn skies
where cut-throat trout still find the heart to run
and the fullness of Summer's life never dies.
There, as if Earth had changed rotation,
Instead of honey, nature gathers dew
and composes a world without notation.
Unlike the life of old, this work is new.
Despite the nearing gray cold wintry blast,
the twisted fir tree keeps her dreams of green,
of a chamomile welwitschian past,
and buzzing yellow flights of friends less seen.
But bees still dance their flower pollen-aise,
a song of haze gold mid-October days.
(mindbringer,19 October 2009)
poem by Thomas Holderfield
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Of A Great Day
One reason to cross the line of hazards
Composes me a story to lead the eternal life.
Heaven will only take it, fury collapses,
Can you not give this fury to me?
The reason to be a queen frustrates the queen,
Who is a king in the middle of time?
The tusks of youth conjure a plan to maraud
The follies of founders, the tyrants are awake.
The world will break, the words shall speak
Of a great day, shining forwards
Into the universe of pain.
Heaven resides in the galaxies far away,
Jostling between the mountains of old,
Oldness makes you think, old work is a subjugation.
One reason to meet a pain is to partake in pleasure,
And the pleasant health is the wise world.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Raging Ambition
We do have tons of ambition
Some are for real, some are just for imagination
Ambition has three divisions
Like fire composes of three divisions, the theme of ambition
Fire uses carbon as the base
To maintain the heat and the pressure, it’s a showcase
The latter must paired with our faith
To have a positive repartee and to face the goals in straight
Fuel is the booster of fire
To start and to initiates the flame like a wire
The late needs determination
To work-out the goals and to gain a right lore, not like an auction
Oxygen is a must in fire
To give breath and to mold forms to the flame, is a hire
Humility builds the latter
To accept the free-falls and to aim high in worst and in better
Ambition needs the three like fire
Without the other it’s like a car without a tire
It is the merely ingredients
To beacon ambitions and to succeed like chasing the radiant
poem by Sheldon Allen Saluta
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