Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation.
quote by William Butler Yeats
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Innocent`s Farewell
innocent`s farewell
i`m not dead
you will see me again for so much you loved me
let your innermost peace
i`m going to the world of poetry
where i will be eating poetry, drinking poetry
hate me no more now allow my soul to rest in peace in the world of poetry.
i`m not dead
i`m going to the world of poetry
where love dont exist but only wisdom
where there is no weapon but just pen and paper
where hunger and anger don`t exist but only joy.
i`m not dead
thy shall not cry for that is the waste of tears
i feel no pain anymore but only joy
i have no problems anymore but only progress
i`m not coming backto life
for where i`m death does not exist
i`m not dead but i`m living in the world of poetry
i`m with poets
we don`t get bored we are always writing poems.
poem by Innocent Mkhwanazi
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My Hundred Books
A thousand books my library
Contains;
And all are primed, it seems to me
With brains.
Mine are so few I scratch in thought
My head;
For just a hundred of the lot
I've read.
A hundred books, but of the best,
I can
With wisdom savour and digest
And scan.
Yet when afar from kin and kith
In nooks
Of quietness I'm happy with
Sweet books.
So as nine hundred at me stare
In vain,
My lack I'm wistfully aware
Of brain;
Yet as my leave of living ends,
With looks
Of love I view a hundred friends,
My books.
poem by Robert William Service
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The Angels Above
Select the right action and thought,
To revel in nothing but divinity.
I have movement of the mathematical mind,
Of the blessings from an angelic man.
He is again in my heart as well as my head,
Like the ringing of wings, and the life of an animal.
He, the angel in question, is against my closure of philosophy,
In that it seeks ample pride in my scholarship.
You shall rid it of the wings when it has earned your pride,
For this pride is not the right action and thought
That you select. Choose it, and that which exists.
poem by Naveed Akram
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For Real, You Look Real Nice
I reached for a half empty
warm beer
and knocked a roll of toilet paper
from the top of the television
it rolled away from me
and into the hallway
past the bathroom
and leaving a path
of pure and random division
for no reason, i thought
until
coming to a halt
at the foot of my bed
Things like this always happen to me
A coin rolls under the dresser
A cigarette lighter falls into the drain
I study the scroll laid out before me
leading to my bed
Where are the words
that tell of my destiny?
That breathe life into the
living and the dead there are
no predictions or obituaries
on this paper
on this
paper there is only a blank
speculation
about today
right now and this moment
this document
is not ancient
nor is it a document at all
it serves no purpose and offers no wisdom
and right now it is rolled out
giving me nothing
but this poem
poem by Jeffrey Quattlebaum
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Books Are Burning
Books are burning
In the main square, and I saw there
The first eating the text
Books are burning
In the still air
And you know where they burn books
People are next
I believe the printed word should be forgiven
Doesnt matter what it said
Wisdom hotline from the dead back to the living
Key to the larder for your heart and head
Books are burning
In our own town, watch us turn round
And cast our glances elsewhere
Books are burning
In the playground
Smell of burnt book is not unlike human hair
I believe the printed word is more than sacred
Beyond the gauge of good or bad
The human right to let your soul fly free and naked
Above the violence of the fearful and sad
The church of matches
Anoints in ignorance with gasoline
The church of matches
Grows fat by breathing in the smoke of dreams
Its quite obscene
Books are burning
More each day now, and I pray now
You boys will tire of these games
Books are burning
I hope somehow, this will allow
A phoenix up from the flames
song performed by by Xtc
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3 C.04 Thought And Action
From birth we clearly see,
We act then think clearly,
From birth immersed in action be,
Then through though guide it fitfully. [1]
Thought without action no result be,
Action without thought nothing be,
Thought and action should together be,
Best interpreters of thought - action be. [2]
poem by Munnan Misra
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Drugs And Guns
All around us are drugs and guns,
But the drug barons and the warlords do pray to their various gods! !
However, their views are different from many of us;
Because, the dead are now asleep and the living are awake.
My life is like a Black American in the jungles of Africa!
And like the chocolates to my nephews, nieces, uncles, aunties and cousins;
Because, the dead are now asleep and the living are awake.
My life is like the muse of America,
My life is like the muse of Japan,
My life is like the muse of Germany,
my like is like the muse of England,
Living in the land of birds and animals!
But, the African story will wake you up;
Because, i am what i am without drugs and guns.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Paper In Fire
She had a dream
And boy it was a good one
So she chased after her dream
With much desire
But when she get too close
To her expectations
Well the dream burned up
Like paper in fire
Chorus:
Paper in fire
Stinkin up the ashtrays
Paper in fire
Smokin up the alleyways
Whos to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire
He wanted love
With no involvement
So he chased the wind
Thats all his silly life required
And the days of vanity
Went on forever
And he saw his days burn up
Like paper in fire
Chorus:
Paper in fire
Stinkin up the ashtrays
Paper in fire
Smokin up the alleyways
Whos to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire
Theres a good life
Right across the green fields
And each generation
Stares at it from afar
But we keep no check
On our appetites
So the green fields turn to brown
Like paper in fire
Chorus:
Paper in fire
Stinkin up the ashtrays
Paper in fire
Smokin up the alleyways
Whos to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Action This Day
Action
This street honey is a mean street
Living in thsi street honey needsa a mean
Streak
Weve got criminals living in this street
But theres a heartbeet pulse that keeps on
Pumping
Like a jukebox playing the same dead record
Or a radio in the corner keeps blaring
I gotta feeling, this world is using me
This town honey is a dead town
Living in this town honey is a showdown
But theres a heartbeat pulse that keep in
Pumping
Some sunshine ray through a crack in a
Shutter
Or a sight of a light at
The end of a tunnel
Still theres a feeling, this world is using me
Action this day
Action this night
Weve gotta learn to learn to live to love
You cant say it aint right
Action this day
Action this night
Youve got the power, youve got the power
Youve got the power to love and to live
You cant say it aint right
Your mind honey is a bleak place
Living in your minds living in a bleak place
Your mind is coming from a rat racce
But theres a heartbeet pulse that keeps on
Pumping
Like a jukebox playing the same dead record
Or a radio in the corner keeps blaring
I gotta feeling that just wont quit, this
World is using me
Action this day
Action this night
Weve gotta learn to learn to live to love
We cant say it aint right
Action this day
Action this night
Youve got the power, youve got the power
Youve got the power to love, to live
You cant say it aint right
Action
Action this day
song performed by by Queen
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Paper Mache, Cabbages & Kings
Na na na na na na na na na
Paper mache and telegraph poles
Things go dead in the night
Make enough noise to make enough noise
To make you want to jump with fright
Elephant's tusks and autograph books ,people you don't meet
Haven't got a bed to lay my head , shoes to fit my feet
Don't be scared
You're better off then nothing
You're answering to no one
Paper mache
Paper mache and telegraph poles
Thing go dead in the night
Make enough noise to make enough noise
To make you want to jump with fright
Elephant's tusks and autograph books, people you don't meet
Haven't got a bed to lay my head, shoes to fit my feet
Don't be scared
You're better off then nothing
You're answering to no one
Paper mache
All of a sudden it happened
When you did what you said you'd do
And you broke my heart in two
Like paper mache
All of a sudden it happened, oh...
You came into my life
Like paper mache you broke my heart
Like paper mache, paper mache
Like paper mache
Paper mache and telegraph poles
Things go dead in the night
Make enough noise to make enough noise
To make you wanna jump with fright
Elephant's tusks and autograph books
People you don't meet
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Jimmy had a bomb and the bomb went bang
Jimmy was everywhere
Jimmy had a bomb and the bomb went bang
Jimmy was everywhere
(repeat last two lines and fade out)
song performed by by Bee Gees
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A Rock n Roll Fantasy
Hello you, hello me, hello people we used to be
Isnt it strange, we never changed
Weve been through it all yet were still the same
And I know its a miracle, we still go, and for all we know
We might still have a way to go
Hello me, hello you, you say you want out
Want to start anew, throw in your hand
Break up the band, start a new life, be a new man
But for all we know, we might still have a way to go
Before you go, theres something you ought to know
Theres a guy in my block, he lives for rock
He plays records day and night
And when he feels down, he puts some rock n roll on
And it makes him feel alright
And when he feels the world is closing in
He turns his stereo way up high
He just spends his life, living in a rock n roll fantasy
He just spends his life, living on the edge of reality
He just spends his life, in a rock n roll fantasy
He just spends his life, living in a rock n roll fantasy
He just spends his life, living on the edge of reality
He just spends his life, in a rock n roll fantasy
He just spends his life, livingt in a rock n roll fantasy
Look at me, look at you
You say youve got nothing left to prove
The king is dead, rock is done
You might be through but Ive just begun
I dont know, I feel free and I wont let go
Before you go, theres something you ought to know
Dan is a fan and he lives for our music
Its the only thing that gets him by
Hes watched us grow and hes seen all our shows
Hes seen us low and hes seen us high
Oh, but you and me keep thinking
That the worlds just passing us by
Dont want to spend my life, living in a rock n roll fantasy
Dont want to spend my life living on the edge of reality
Dont want to waste my life, hiding away anymore
Dont want to spend my life, living in a rock n roll fantasy...
song performed by by Kinks
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Make Every Breath Count!
emancipate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
reconcilliate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
facilitate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
resuscitate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
make every breath count!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Books
The universe (which others call the library). . .
-Jorge Luis Borges
Books which are stitched up the center with coarse white thread
Books on the beach with sunglass-colored pages
Books about food with pictures of weeping grapefruits
Books about baking bread with browned corners
Books about long-haired Frenchmen with uncut pages
Books of erotic engravings with pages that stick
Books about inns whose stars have sputtered out
Books of illuminations surrounded by darkness
Books with blank pages & printed margins
Books with fanatical footnotes in no-point type
Books with book lice
Books with rice-paper pastings
Books with book fungus blooming over their pages
Books with pages of skin with flesh-colored bindings
Books by men in love with the letter O
Books which smell of earth whose pages turn
poem by Erica Jong
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Paper Mache, Cabbages Kings
Na na na na na na na na na
Paper mache and telegraph poles
Things go dead in the night
Make enough noise to make enough noise
To make you want to jump with fright
Elephants tusks and autograph books ,people you dont meet
Havent got a bed to lay my head , shoes to fit my feet
Dont be scared
Youre better off then nothing
Youre answering to no one
Paper mache
Paper mache and telegraph poles
Thing go dead in the night
Make enough noise to make enough noise
To make you want to jump with fright
Elephants tusks and autograph books, people you dont meet
Havent got a bed to lay my head, shoes to fit my feet
Dont be scared
Youre better off then nothing
Youre answering to no one
Paper mache
All of a sudden it happened
When you did what you said youd do
And you broke my heart in two
Like paper mache
All of a sudden it happened, oh...
You came into my life
Like paper mache you broke my heart
Like paper mache, paper mache
Like paper mache
Paper mache and telegraph poles
Things go dead in the night
Make enough noise to make enough noise
To make you wanna jump with fright
Elephants tusks and autograph books
People you dont meet
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Jimmy had a bomb and the bomb went bang
Jimmy was everywhere
Jimmy had a bomb and the bomb went bang
Jimmy was everywhere
(repeat last two lines and fade out)
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Inside the Books
It has been written of books,
Inside them we singe our lips,
Innards are displayed before the lap,
Innocent layers must majestically and magnetically
Collect like soap and water in a sink.
We are washed of the history and innocence,
You are envy, pride and all;
What is more is that you laugh of the books and you gain
A living language to matter to the rest of society.
This is the commencement of faith in books,
And you shall notice noise and writing,
You have not got writing for yourself.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I Welcome Your Thoughts
Friend I welcome your thoughts even if you disagree with what I say,
For it may give me the opportunity to send a thought or two your way.
Please bear with me if I should stumble on a word or two of my own,
The only words that really matter have been spoken from God's throne.
You may thrive on man's opinion while avoiding the Word of the Lord,
I'll stay in God's Eternal Word that's sharper than a two edged sword.
God's Word penetrates the soul and spirit, the heart of all mankind,
And He changes lives forever, giving sight to the spiritually blind.
Man's wisdom is simply based in pride and leads to man's exaltation,
While God's wisdom from above leads us to God's Eternal Salvation.
Once a worldly philosopher had decried that the living God was dead,
He may have thought he was wise, but God lives and he died instead.
This fool found out God was indeed alive and he had to face His Rod,
And it is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.
But my friend the same hands that deal with sin with sobering wrath,
You will find were open to the whole world on Calvary's bloody path.
In Isaiah it says “Come now, let us reason together, ” says the LORD.
My friend just as in Isaiah's day today the same message is implored.
And it doesn't matter what you think or say you haven't been ignored,
Humble yourself like Isaiah did for Christ is knocking on your door.
(Copyright © 05/2003)
Choices After The Semester Ends
to repair the stairs of the house
or possibly putting up a new poultry house
repaint the gate
or spend a day at the beach
and help mend the fish net of
the old fisherman
or have yoga under a tree near
the forest
getting away from paper works
taking a leave from all theories
about politics
seeking variation
from a whole semester's routine
all these now running within
my imagination
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cry
Living here without you
Is not an easy way of life.
I spend my time without you,
I try to make it all worthwhile.
Standing in a rainfall
Coming down from the sky.
Why should I cry
Over you?
Why should I cry
Cry cry over you?
I keep on thinking about you.
Ive got no private pride to hide.
Ive built my world around you
Like a call without reply.
My love has lost direction,
Shes got the sun in her eyes.
Why should I cry...
Hearing your footsteps, loud on my stairs
(a-walking...) - living without you.
Feeling the sweet sweet smell of love in the air
(I can feel it...) - living without you.
Kissing the face that I see everywhere
But Im living without you,
Living without.
song performed by by Roxette
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And then the paper is dirty
You start with a clean sheet of paper
Write some words, scribble, draw some lines
Some curves, sharp lines, tangent to bold
Lines, and rough sketches of faces and
Bodies, thin lines that get crooked from
End to end of this limited space,
You doodle, you get wild with so
Many lines unimaginable, senseless,
The paper finally looks dirty,
And you do not like it, you crumple
It and throw it in a waste basket,
You get another clean sheet,
And this time, you think what is
It really that you want to make
Out of this new clean sheet of paper.
You think, you ponder, and you need
More time this time not to waste
This clean, glossy sheet of paper.
I think you are doing well with your life.
You see you are supposed to be careful
Every word is delicate and every paper
Is actually accounted.
Never mind guilt, set it aside for a while.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nest In My Bed
Enough books to create
ambiance in my room -
build a nest in my bed,
anxiety requires travel
between quotes I love
Can't spend three days in
spearmint only, need some
chocolate, meat & veggies
also, books in all flavours,
teddies and my paper-doll
Vivid Verse, Soul Music by
Pratchett, Agatha Christie -
tie down my mind at night &
for the trip by bus, a juvenile
Horror High - Killer Instinct
To combat all fear - Feet of
Clay - should speeches be
too menacing, words can
change mental states -
I feel secure
In preternatural spheres, no
emotional upset - books are
survival, nourishment and
divine help all in one
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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