Life is composed of different inventions.
quote by Mikhail Kalashnikov
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The God Made Get Recycled
Electric bulbs have helped
To the global warming.
Automobiles have added
To the air pollution
Living things leave excretion.
Inventions leave excretion.
Animals’ is recycled.
Inventions’ are stagnant.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The past and the future have no bearings.
How many beauties have lived!
How many wonders have happened!
How many inventions and ruins!
This is before my birth took place.
How many beauties would arrive!
How many wonders would happen!
How many inventions and ruins!
This is after my death takes place.
I live and leave unaffected
By the time past and future.
10.01.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Intellect
You might have possessed so many things
The stars, the sun, the moon, the whole universe
But if you have not possessed me
You possess nothing!
You are a blunt, a dullard dull
The beggar of the street.
You might be proud of so many things which
One can't have today but tomorrow can
And all these things dwindle when you distribute
But I am the exception and the opposite
The maximum use of anything is a poison
But I become the nectar if you use the maximum
You might have written on so many things
from hell to heaven
You might have composed so many poems
from complex to simple
But if you have not on me,
you have written or composed nothing!
you are neither a poet nor a writer.
you have not achieved anything either!
You might have believed on so many things
But if you have not believed me
You have believed nothing
As I am the unbelievable to believe
The strength, the power
If you hone me
I cut, cut very sharply
I create, create very absolutely
I can give the desires the wings
I can make fly the colorful dreams..
So hone me, hone me! hone me!
You might have sung so many songs
But If you have not sung the song of me
You are not a singer
You are a deaf!
You are a dumb!
So sing intellect! intellect! intellect!
Sing intellect! intellect! intellect!
The creator of every human creations
The inventor of every inventions
The real power, the real beauty
The real achievement of human history.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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My Inventions
My invention carries grim events,
At last the night has observed a rest;
To me you sound like my invention,
Opening of pages, closing of books.
These families of words rest and relax
Like the inhalation of the air by the lungs.
My heart has twitched and feared
From the slight whispers and customs.
My invention is sweet for the eyes of the public,
My inventions improve by the day.
My inventions cause us to be substances
So pure and lovely, to the touch and taste,
But do not just smell or sniff,
Also care for the people who are inventing.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Daedalus in Sicily
All his life he was building something, inventing something.
Now, for a Cretan queen, an artificial heifer,
so as to cuckold the king. Then a labyrinth, the time for
the king himself, to hide from bewildered glances
an unbearable offspring. Or a flying contraption, when
the king figured himself so busy with new commissions.
The son of that journey perished falling into the sea,
like Phaeton, who, they say, also spurned his father’s
orders. Here, in Sicily, stiff on its scorching sand,
sits a very old man, capable of transporting
himself through the air, if robbed of other means of passage.
All his life he was building something, inventing something.
All his life from those clever constructions m from those inventions,
he had to flee. As though inventions
and constructions are anxious to rid themselves of their blueprints
like children ashamed of their parents, Presumably, that’s the fear
of replication. Waves are running onto the sand;
behind, shine the tusks of the local mountains.
Yet he had already invented, when he was young, the seesaw,
using the strong resemblance between motion and stasis.
The old man bends down, ties to his brittle ankle
(so as not to get lost) a lengthy thread,
straightens up with a grunt, and heads out for Hades.
poem by Joseph Brodsky
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A Humble Bucket
There have been some great inventions
and some are not noted for their worth.
Take a humble bucket and all the uses
of it that can be employed.
It can carry water
when you’re thirty for a drink
or when you want a wash.
It can carry clothes
and most objects you can name.
You can put a bag in it
and use it as a waste paper bin
and it can be used as an overnight latrine
in case you are caught out
in the middle of the night.
A humble bucket
is one of the most versatile inventions ever made.
Australia’s most famous bushranger Ned Kelly
used a metal one to cover his head and hide his identity.
The list of uses go on and on,
so the next time you see a humble bucket
raise a glass to him
for all the work he has done for us.
18 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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Antigravity
Antigravity is my hypothetical force to be wolf,
It shouts and barks up at us in ways of antigravity.
This alien-wolf is lame, is conniving, is deserting me,
When this wolf beams on me when it’s blast off!
Bionic features sophisticatedly blast the skies
With improved propulsion of technology;
Belts and kites are improvisations,
But these inventions are not those inventions.
Antigravity fell in laser beams of height,
Weigh those earthlings in ways known to God.
God has emptied their sin and made them repent,
Short and sure is the antigravity-technology.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Just as the water of a river near its mouth, in its final form, is composed largely of many tributaries, so an idea, in its final form, is composed largely of later additions.
Car Vision
The zooming vision of this vehicle of death
I call a car: one of the latest inventions
Of an era that seeks living and learning of death
And life. Properness shall lead the vehicles to heaven
Where we keep the transport and going.
Life has zoomed a sight of a car,
The blended authority with art, fully an empire.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Life is like music; it must be composed by ear, feeling, and instinct, not by rule.
quote by Samuel Butler
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The Mirror
Look into the mirror and make a change,
For Michelangelo painted and Beethoven composed;
But keep your mind up to do the right thing and,
Be very great in all that you do in this world.
Shakespeare wrote and Mozart composed,
And you are young and very attractive!
But ith a theologian emeritus without a view;
For behold! I have set before you an open door.
You do have a little strength to carry on this mission,
For the truth does not change like the order of an agape!
But the mirror on the wall is all that you need for a change.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Shift in Perception
A senior citizen,
Who was bed ridden,
In the course of conversation
Calmly mentioned:
That these modern inventions
Are quite a boon.
Since I can not move,
I just order my groceries
And ask for home delivery.
The shopkeepers are eager to oblige
Without an extra charge.
When I had a fall,
I just called my doctor who makes home calls.
I surf the net
And have friends I haven’t met.
Age is no bar,
We chat for hours.
Since I can’t travel,
I see the world on Discovery Channel.
When I want to eat,
I just wheel myself to heat
The food my maid leaves
In the microwave.
When I want to switch off and relax,
I turn on the World Space.
I think I feel less lonely then my parents
When they were my age.
I walked back pondering,
He had the wisdom to count his blessings.
And had a shift in perception,
About these modern inventions.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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As Though It Were My Only Son....
there is no such thing as an official poem.
there maybe familiar ones,
most acceptable ones with the pulitzers and nobels and whatevers
but there is only this personal poem that you compose
for no one, or for no other and sometimes not even for yourself
it is a journal, a landmark of your stay,
a feeling that you cannot forget, you record it,
it is only you who knows it well and fully
recognizes it when after a time, when you have forgotten,
it comes to you as a reminder
about someone, about something, about an event
that when you pass away and come back
in whatever form
it becomes a scent of someone, or something and then
you remember exactly
what it was, and then you say, this is the poem that i have once
composed
and i love it, and i remember,
it is my poem,
i have composed it for that reason
and i am proud of it
as though
it were my only son.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life is a wave, which in no two consecutive moments of its existence is composed of the same particles.
quote by John Tyndall
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Sin's Round
Sorry I am, my God, sorry I am,
That my offences course it in a ring.
My thoughts are working like a busy flame,
Until their cockatrice they hatch and bring:
And when they once have perfected their draughts,
My words take fire from my inflamed thoughts.
My words take fire fro m my inflamed thoughts,
Which spit it forth like the Sicilian hill.
They vent their wares, and pass them with their faults,
And by their breathing ventilate the ill.
But words suffice not, where are lewd intentions:
My hands do join to finish the inventions.
My hands do join to finish the inventions:
And so my sins ascend three stories high,
As Babel grew, before there were dissentions.
Let ill deeds loiter not: for they supply
New thoughts of sinning:
wherefore, to my shame,
Sorry I am, my God, sorry I am.
poem by George Herbert
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no matter how well sculpted,
painted, composed or made
there’s no life inside as in a child
quote by by John Celes
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Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
Our Definition Of Satisfaction
It can only be identified,
In this life...
As being what it is.
And many wish,
To re-label what exists...
As something different.
To perpetuate fresh arguments.
There will be debates updated.
With some left pouting,
To show a round of frowns...
Twisted down on poked out lips.
But...
It can only be identified,
In this life...
As beinf what it is!
And...
That is going to remain that way,
Until inventions are created and made...
To further confuse with dismay,
Our definition of satisfaction....
Some insist it fits and theirs to permanently stay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One of the most fun inventions of my lifetime is the Mini.
quote by James Dyson
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America is a nation that conceives many odd inventions for getting somewhere but it can think of nothing to do once it gets there.
quote by Will Rogers
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