As the earth spins through space, a view from above the North Pole would encompass most of the wealth of the world - most of its food, productive machines, doctors, engineers and teachers. A view from the opposite pole would encompass most of the world's poor.
quote by Barry Commoner
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Find
South pole to north pole.
I travelled,
Looking for few people
Having bright and innovative idea with
Productive result which spread
Every corner of earth.
Shower happiness and peace.
I find number of people.
Rich to donate and poor to serve.
Hidden beauty of encourage exist everywhere.
poem by Ajay Srivastava
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For a traveler going from any place toward the north, that pole of the daily rotation gradually climbs higher, while the opposite pole drops down an equal amount.
quote by Nicolaus Copernicus
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90 North
At home, in my flannel gown, like a bear to its floe,
I clambered to bed; up the globe's impossible sides
I sailed all night—till at last, with my black beard,
My furs and my dogs, I stood at the northern pole.
There in the childish night my companions lay frozen,
The stiff fur knocked at my starveling throat,
And I gave my great sigh: the flakes came huddling,
Were they really my end? In the darkness I turned to my rest.
—Here, the flag snaps in the glare and silence
Of the unbroken ice. I stand here,
The dogs bark, my beard is black, and I stare
At the North Pole . . .
And now what? Why, go back.
Turn as I please, my step is to the south.
The world—my world spins on this final point
Of cold and wretchedness: all lines, all winds
End in this whirlpool I at last discover.
And it is meaningless. In the child's bed
After the night's voyage, in that warm world
Where people work and suffer for the end
That crowns the pain—in that Cloud-Cuckoo-Land
I reached my North and it had meaning.
Here at the actual pole of my existence,
Where all that I have done is meaningless,
Where I die or live by accident alone—
Where, living or dying, I am still alone;
Here where North, the night, the berg of death
Crowd me out of the ignorant darkness,
I see at last that all the knowledge
I wrung from the darkness—that the darkness flung me—
Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing,
The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness
And we call it wisdom. It is pain.
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poem by Randall Jarrell
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My beautiful jewel
My beautiful jewel, adorable creation of Gods image A lady created on Sunday with special features and accomplishment of great value The reason God created you on Sunday is to give you finishing touches with special effect and design The artistically design created is non compared to some other ladies i have seen around the world When you look at the north pole and even south pole, you are specially identified in the mist of million of people, even when darkness overshadow the earth Without any iota of doubt in my mind if i call you the paragon of esteem beauty i am not mistaken You are more than a thousand miss world placed together in my heart which is not an exaggeration
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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My Escape
Looking out towards the horizon
I dream of my escape
Freedom beckons me
I have in my view a different world
A world with a different format
A view so opposite
to the one I have at the moment
But how to escape
Not easy when I have commitments
Things I can't leave behind
but can't take with me either
What a stalemate!
Perhaps it was just a hope,
an idea with no foundation,
a self analysis
There is no escape!
Just a dead end
with no view
And a dream that's no longer viable.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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A Pole and The Rope
A pole and the rope not visible at all,
Pulled and rewind cord, perfect of all.
From the middle of the heart,
The cable extends near and afar,
From the center of the nation,
The chain prolong to space station,
When the pole is the love,
The rope is the responsibilities.
Stuck to the invisible pole of love,
Our responsibilities inspire us to excel,
For each and every one of them,
Whom we love and cherish.
From the pole of patriotism,
Our duties start to end in victory.
Is there any difference?
Between the love and patriotism,
The poles, around which our life goes around.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I really am, Encompass worlds but never try to encompass me, I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking toward you. Writing and talk do not prove me, I carry the plenum of proof in my face, With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic.
quote by Walt Whitman
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From the Antique
It's a weary life, it is, she said:
Doubly blank in a woman's lot:
I wish and I wish I were a man:
Or, better then any being, were not:
Were nothing at all in all the world,
Not a body and not a soul:
Not so much as a grain of dust
Or a drop of water from pole to pole.
Still the world would wag on the same,
Still the seasons go and come:
Blossoms bloom as in days of old,
Cherries ripen and wild bees hum.
None would miss me in all the world,
How much less would care or weep:
I should be nothing, while all the rest
Would wake and weary and fall asleep.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The range in love
Love is a broad spectrum.
North Pole is fear.
South Pole is mercy.
Equator is sex.
Love for anyone
Spans in between.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar (12 December 2001)
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Move, Move, Keep Yourself On The Move!
In this world so busy,
May it be an electron,
Or it may be an ant,
May it be star in the sky,
Or may be planet,
All are busy in their own journey!
This world revolves so well,
Polarity takes place,
Positive and negative,
May it be charges or may be human attitude!
Never judge anyone,
May you be a judge or not,
You are limited by time and space,
What stuff brought you here,
Brought others also!
one may be in a hurry,
may be desperate and in fury,
You are not here a jury,
Life is an oven, everyone get baked here!
No one here can walk straight,
know thyself and thy fight,
Be compassionate,
Everyone is fighting with his own fate!
No one knows destiny or destination,
No one knows anyone's state,
One has to pass through several phase,
everyone has his own problems to face!
World is devides into two,
One can't understand the other,
No matter on which side one may be
It doesn't matter,
One is seen and another is seer,
But can't decide, it is not one way affair,
One can't decide who is fair or unfair,
This world is like a big fair!
One who has won himself will know others!
electrons and protons,
North pole or south pole,
They have their own role!
Be a neutron, for even neutron,
To remain as neutron,
It Has to move,
stationery will disintegrate,
So be neutron, move, move move on your way,
If you rest awhile, you may disintegrate,
Keep busy always and move till the end!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Your Fishing Pole
There is something about you, something in your soul
something that seems to surround your fishing pole….
You moved to the coast, now that’s no lie
And we had a hard time with that little goodbye
But no need for heartache, no need to console
You had your boat and your fishing pole.
You know everyday you go out to fish
it’s like a genie granting every little wish
every time that bobber goes out of control
we know you are happy with your fishing pole.
Now on birthdays it’s special out on the water
I hear if you’re there, they’ll jump for the slaughter
You’ll be piling them in like your lucks on a roll
Reeling them in with your fishing pole
So today of all days take heed and relax
Pack up a cooler with drinks and some snacks
put on your shoes and go take a stroll
Down to your boat with your fishing pole.
poem by Kathleen J. Shields
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The Whole World Spins (Rondelet)
The whole world spins
when you are on a carousel,
the whole world spins
on its axis from the begin
while all on earth is going well,
and children do laugh play and yell;
the whole world spins.
poem by Gert Strydom
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It's Christmas
All my life, I've tried to do what's right. First star I see tonight, please make my wish come true.
Why can't we join hands around one tree? Let live and let it be.
Make Christmas last forever.
When Santa's flying in his magic sleigh,
Goes all around the world in just a day.
From the North Pole to the Southern tip,
He makes his trip with gifts to give away. Hear him say,
"It's Christmas, all over the world tonight.
It's Christmas, all over the world."
All my life, I learned if I was good, and did everything I should, my dreams would all come true.
I can see a special time when we join hands around one tree,
And Christmas lasts forever.
When Santa's flying in his magic sleigh,
Goes all around the world in just a day.
From the North Pole to the Southern tip,
He makes his trip with gifts to give away. Hear him say,
"It's Christmas, all over the world tonight.
It's Christmas, all over the world.
song performed by by New Edition
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Ambition
The trouble with the greasy pole is this,
its slippage demands, you stand,
on someone elses shoulder,
for balance,
and tightly must you hold
the ankles above and maybe the shoes.
The one above too does the same.
The position is precarious,
should slippage come, and grip
slip,
and then like Icarus
you slide.
The pole is not so good,
it is a greasy pole.
poem by Bernard Kennedy
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Pole Dancer
Sweat drips as she swing around the pole
her heart racing
She smiles at the guys as she pulls herself around
her eyes shining
She looks into the croud as she dances on the stage
her mind steady
She watches the guys who look intersted as she strips
her lust showing through her eyes
She spins around the pole again as she grinds with her body
her fingers wrapped tight around the pole
She lets her hair fall over her face and body as she stops
her body ready
She stands in a pose as the guys flood to her
her chest pullsing
Her eyes watch them as her mouth pulls into a wanting grin
her mid longing for their bodies
Her eyes searc through them as she sees him
as she walks away with him into the rooms and the music continues
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Do You Feel
(olivia newton-john)
Do you feel the way I do
Tell me now oh tell me now
I need to know that its true
Oh do you feel the way I do
I need to know
Do you love me the way that I love you
Tell me now oh tell me now
I need to know that its true
Oh do you feel the way I do
I need to know
The world is a wonderful place
It spins around and spins around
And spins around in space
The world has a magic about it
The stars above are like my love
You never need to doubt it
Oh are we real or is this a dream
Tell me now oh tell me now
Is it all that it seems
Oh do you feel the way I do
I need to know
The world is a wonderful place
It spins around and spins around
And spins around in space
The world has a magic about it
And though I try theres so much i
Will never know about it
Oh do you feel the way I do
Tell me now oh tell me now
I need to know that its true
Oh do you feel the way I do
I need to know
I need to know
Do you feel the same way
Do you feel the same way that I do
Do you feel like I do
I need to know
I need to know
Do you feel like I do
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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The Opposite Begins
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
People known to create conflict,
Seek an attention they don't get...
Until,
The opposite begins.
Opposition steps in.
They pretend a trust to believe,
To have others perceive but...
The opposite begins,
For them.
Wake up and take notice,
That the opposite begins for them.
Those who charade innocence.
The opposite begins for them.
Those masking evil intent.
The opposite begins for them.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
But then,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
They want it quick.
And...
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
To then see someone who genuinely fits,
Well...
The opposite begins pursued.
Oh yes it does.
An opposite begins pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Other Side of You
I say black and you say white
I turn to the left, you move to the right
No matter what I do
I'm always on the other side of you
I'm always on the other side of you
I want to play but you like to fight
I rise in the morning, you hide in the night
No matter what I do
I'm always on the other side of you
Like paralell lines, so near yet so far
Like North Pole and South Pole, we're oceans apart
I'm always on the other side of you
You let go, I try to connect
You always remember, I try to forget
I'm always on the other side of you.
song performed by by Nazareth, music by Manny Charlton (1986)
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Salad is Incompatible with Life
Yes, my waist is fifty inches -
Big for me because I'm short.
And yes, I like my cheddar cheese
When partnered with a vintage port.
Okay, okay, that double cream
Is always served with pud,
And cake and biscuits with my tea
Are just no bloody good
For my poor hardened arteries,
But see my point of view,
Please dear wifey if you please,
A Salad makes me spew!
I'd rather eat a bowl of air
Than crunch away on greens;
Drink water from the toilet bowl
Or nibble on my jeans!
But salad! Are you there?
You know it makes me snappy -
So let me fill my face with grub,
Stay fat, and die young happy!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Trinity
All most mighty exist in a trinity,
Some simple or ethereal, others may
Bespeak a most puissant divinity;
Everyone affected by them everyday!
The Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost
Hope, faith and love, they, to us, give host!
Ideals perhaps- learning, virtue and piety
In humble service to your omniscient diety!
Sun, Moon and stars encompass all supernal,
Awe-inspiring, daunting-night and day, a coronal!
Earth, wind and fire encompass all elemental,
Love and respect for each, vital and fundamental!
Mother, Father and child-triad of most import:
Ne'er shall any emperil or lessen their assort!
Maurice Harris,5 October 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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