A mediocre mind thinks it writes divinely; a good mind thinks it writes reasonably.
quote by Jean de la Bruyere
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A wise man writes down what he thinks, a stupid man forgets what he thinks, a complete idiot punishes himself for what he thinks.
quote by Jason Zebehazy
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Must
She writes as if there’s not much time.
She writes to pain, to happiness,
She writes to every remote detailed thought.
She writes to the departed,
to the extant,
to poverty,
to wealth.
She writes to mourn, and grief.
She writes to the wind, the rain,
forest, the desert, and mountains.
She writes to her pouring tears,
to her grateful moments,
She writes because really what she has is time.
She has no little ones to feed, or bathe,
nor a husband to make happy. To write is
to escape- to her. Time is not a problem, time
is just a killing system, she needs to kill in many words.
She writes as if there’s not much time.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Book Of Suleika - The Loving One Again
WRITES he in Neski,
Faithfully speaks he;
Writes he in Tali,
Joy to give, seeks he:
Writes he in either,
Good!--for he loves!
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Reflections 101
he writes not because
he wants to be read and
be understood
got him wrong really
he writes because he likes
to live
life writes upon himself
and so he writes upon life too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Muted Hours
Sometimes my verses
Get sentenced into a muted click
Muted mind sits sombre
Scratching the head to grey
What next
Somebody recommended dying
Meant to me the other way
And I'm fastened in the dark-lands
To escape, my tardy mind
Thinks, thinks, thinks
A shearing spark..
Outwits
I'm relieved
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Savoir Faire~
He writes of love in the past tense
Of constant winter's full of snow
Of the one who got away...
And the emptiness that he has come to know;
He writes in brilliance when no one is looking
All glitter in a shining reverie
Eliciting such brilliance that 'tis blinding
Tell you, he's got the best of me;
He writes of no one caring...
With a Pavillion full of ardent friends
Adoring, worshiping and longing...
For just one autographed poem from his pen;
Never mind that he is a member of Mensa
Multi-lingual and profound in his choice of words
A gifted teacher and abstract thinker sublime
Believing that no one cares is really quite absurd! ;
poem by Theodora Onken
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A good journalist is not the one that writes what people say, but the one that writes what he is supposed to write.
quote by Todor Zhivkov
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Copy Cat
Do you like cats?
Like cat in the hat?
Not just any old cat,
That scratches hats
Not normal ones,
That eats buns
This one writes
Thinks it always has rights
This one doesn't watch bats
What i'm talkin' about....... is a Copy Cat.
Blood Chalice Injustice Drips
skipping words across water
ripples spread at each touch point
mind merges into felt wonder
therefore it does not matter
if words are read or not
each skip was mind thunder
mind writes what words want
writes soul felt free thought
runs choice fields that anoint
sanctification consecration
pays homage honours all creation
earth entwined population
control investing in rim wars
out of sight out of mind fills
blood chalice injustice drips
beware balance restoration
all empires embracing evil fall
prosperity favours liberation
poem by Terence George Craddock
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She Thinks Shes Edith Head
Back in high school I knew a girl
Not too simple and not too kind
We both grew up, but I heard shed changed
From a new wave fan to another kind
She thinks shes edith head
But you might know shes not
The accent in her speech
She didnt have growing up
She thinks shes edith head
Or helen girlie brown
Or some other cultural figure
We dont know a lot about
Its been years since I moved away
But at christmas I come home
And I saw her reflection
In the window of a store
She was talking to herself
Not too simple and not too kind
I walked on by, it was complicated
And it stuck in my mind
She thinks shes edith head
But you might know shes not
The accent in her speech
She didnt have growing up
The accent in her speech
She didnt have growing up
The accent in her speech
She didnt have growing up
She thinks shes edith head
She thinks shes edith head now
She thinks shes edith head
She thinks shes edith head now
She thinks shes edith head
She thinks shes edith head now
She thinks shes edith head
She thinks shes edith head now
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Heritage
A vigil for scrolls:
who writes the history now?
Actors are barbaric now –
playing the malicious music of
rebirth.
There is no threat now from intimate-
bombers.
Be drunk on my breast –
in lunar landscape, wearing no shoes.
Buddha has lost his libido.
Can you fix the bed of black
roses?
A sick mind now writes-
a transgender prose.
poem by Satish Verma
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Written in Black Ink
Upon
The tear-stained
Paper
She writes
Writes,
Her story
Her experiences
Her life
Written in
Black ink
Upon
The tear-stained
Paper
She writes
Writes,
Her sorrows
People she lost
People who are gone
Written in
Black ink
She writes for
Days and
Days
Until
At last
Her masterpiece
Is finished
Her eyes Begin to
Close and
Oblivion Takes hold
And when she
Awakens
Her story will be written
Written in black ink
poem by Autumn Winds
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Sonnet-All Things Happen Through God
Yeah, Man can't solve all problems in his life,
And only when he can't, he thinks of God;
No man on earth needs God if not for strife;
Man thinks he can do things all, tho’ he's clod.
The devils lie that sin gives joy all life;
And men become a victim of false hope;
Man ventures forth in sinful ways so rife,
And God gives woes to check him- he can't cope!
And when his sins affect his body, mind;
The fear of death, disease, suff'rings loom high;
Man thinks of God again; So, Peace he'll find;
His soul is cleansed and no more like pig-sty.
God gives more grace to souls in contrition;
Man does more good as acts of attrition.
poem by John Celes
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Powers Engaged
The return of the teacher and the return of love,
But the mind which can examine issues impartially tells the truth;
For a man is what he is because of what he thinks in his mind.
Wash me and cleanse me with your kiss,
For the heavens and the earth with listen to us;
Because you are the patience of my heart and,
I am the one for you on this love that is hidden inside you.
Like the powers engaged to uplift your dreams,
Come and be impartial to the truth;
For a woman is what she is becuase of what she thinks in her mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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It ain't like in the movies at all
and it ain't the way one writes
even if he's not been there
and it ain ;) t the way one hopes
naive as he's not been there
and it ain: (t the way one thinks
'cause he's never seen
bird watchers watch the prey move stealthily
just to turn it into an ngo
no lol no it ain :) t like in the movies at all
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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What she wrote was beautiful
The way she writes
Is like the way she carries herself
and
Indeed she writes beautifully
Words like tendrils
Tenaciously clinging to
Barks
Of trees where blooms of orchids
Abound,
Like her way of swaying and
Sitting on an easy chair
Her white long legs resting
One
On top of the other
She chooses her words
like
She’s choosing pebbles
Of
Different colors
segregating
Those pearly ones
From
The ordinary
And takes only what
she thinks
Is perfect
So she puts only the best
To make her
personalized
Composition and
it will take her
Days and days
To make
one
Eclectic, exquisite,
Her work is diamond
studded
Indeed she puts
all her life
On it
In that work which
Indeed
Is so beautifully
laid
I am so
awed
It is so
beautiful
Perhaps
because
I cannot
understand it
anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In His Mind
Verse 1:
He says he keeps a journal
I wonder what he writes of me?
I suppose by now I should know......
But I just cant see
There are a million thoughts always
Running through my head
But the words I think,
Are different from the ones Ive said
Chorus:
In his mind
Cant I go there? spend some time.....
Just to see whats going on
So I can see
If he really thinks of me
In his mind
Something different from his logic
Oh, Ive kept it deep inside
And I dont want to waste precious time
Gotta know whats in his mind
Verse 2:
A person of many words
But still a mystery
When he shuts his eyes at night
Does he see darkness or me? (darkness or me? )
No matter how close we are
There are things well never tell
I know a lot about you
But I know my self better
Very well
In his mind
Cant I go there? spend some time.....
Just to see whats going on
So I can see
Does he really think of me?
In his mind
Something different from his logic
Oh, Ive kept it deep inside
And I dont want to waste precious time
Gotta know whats in his mind
Chorus
Gotta know
I gotta know
In his mind
Something different from his logic
Oh, Ive kept it deep inside
And I dont want to waste precious time
Gotta know whats in his mind
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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Why do you think?
Why do you think?
Other should think the way you think
Can you think the way they think?
Everybody thinks’
His way is the right way to think
Respect what people think
The way they think
You will find people
Respecting what and how you think
Everybody has the right to think
The way he thinks’ and what he thinks’
One can only tell what he thinks’
If they like it
They will approve what you think
No regrets, no hard feelings
Nobody loses, Nobody wins
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Writes
He seems to be
Doing drugs and
Drinks...
As whatever
He writes
Doesn't
Make
Much
Sense
To me.
Maybe,
Whenever he
Writes...
He's so very
Intoxicated
On a high,
That his
Sanity
Bids him
Goodbye,
And the
Utter
Nonsense
That he
Writes...
Doesn't
Make
Much
Sense
To me ;)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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The Love Poem...
the poet who
writes a love poem
cannot but be filled by
awe
when the woman
whom he does not know
thinks that the poem
is for her
miles apart
the poem is a
universe
in itself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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