As the births of living creatures are at first ill-shapen, so are all innovations, which are the births of time.
quote by Francis Bacon
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Births to illegal immigrants now account for nearly one out of every ten births in the United States.
quote by Nathan Deal
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Nature births haiku
But dear lover, love for you
Births sweet senryu
quote by by Leslie Alexis
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On the sight of swans in Kensington Gardens
Queen-bird, that sittest on thy shining nest
And thy young cygnets without sorrow hatchest,
And thou, thou other royal bird, that watchest
Lest the white mother wandering feet molest:
Shrined are your offspring in a crystal cradle,
Brighter than Helen's ere she yet had burst
Her shelly prison. They shall be born at first
Strong, active, graceful, perfect, swan-like, able
To tread the land or waters with security,
Unlike poor human births, conceived in sin,
In grief brought forth, both outwardly and in
Confessing weakness, error, and impurity.
Did heavenly creatures own succession's line,
The births of heaven like to yours would shine.
poem by Charles Lamb
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Six Six Six Revealed (repeating cycle) (Jul 7th,2004)
(one)
Love brings war
Love breeds hate
Love births peace
Love begats death
Love blossoms life
(two)
Life blossoms love
Life begats death
Life breeds hate
Life brings war
life births peace
(three)
Peace births life
Peace brings war
Peace begats death
Peace blossoms love
Peace breeds hate
(four)
Hate breeds peace
Hate brings love
Hate births war
Hate blossoms life
Hate begats death
(five)
Death begats hate
Death breeds life
Death blossoms love
Death brings peace
Death births war
(six)
War births death
War begats peace
War blossoms life
War breeds hate
War brings love
Misconstrued
never ending or beginning
One last bringing of war
Begatting death of the cycle
Blossoming life as it is meant to be
Bringing cataclysmic profound love
Birthing true peace and tranquility
poem by Nicholas McDonough
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Death is a relief.
No birth is welcome; the world is heavy.
Each death is welcome; the world gets relief.
With a birth, as its food, many births perish.
With a death, many births would get relief.
29.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Heart of a Beggar
Beggarliness contrives hearts to ponder on poverty-
A barrenness of attitude is wavering on the sick and property.
Births are to be controlled according to blindness,
Puberty is a stage once called unkindness.
To extravagance my religion strays, and joins
Like multiple births, innocent as coins.
Why do you beg so crookedly in the face of jeopardy?
Where are your deeds in the ocean so wordy?
I cast doubt on the philosophy so narrow and dull;
We actually exhibit changes of blood when external.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Birth complex plagues.
With low birth, one is conscious
Of one’s birth when with high births
In spite of one’s elevated growth.
With high birth, one is conscious
Of one’s birth when with low births,
In spite of one’s pecuniary status.
04.07.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Wheeling
So the Earth is wheeling on
As wheeling the sun and moon
And wheeling the Time on ages and aeons
As wheeling the life on births and deaths
And wheeling on are hope and despair
As peace and woe chasing one another
And good and bad luck are two wheels
creatures all in destiny's colours
And creatures all wheel around what
An unknown power-point, the Pivot
And we the comparted wheeling specials
On quarrels are we to spin our visuals
And we the comparted human specials
Aren't we to wheel on our sixth sense
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Stars in your eyes
Oh! It's really amazed me and a surprise too.
My fellow poet friend Max.Reif visited me on the 23 rd of Nov.'07
Early in the morning.(Both of us wished a happy thanksgiving!)
We had coffee and few doughnuts in a small restaurant in Anaheim.
I wanted to tell him that I have seen him before.
Yes my dear friend, I recount my previous births and I am sure that we have met in several occasions in different places.
This good practice goes forever and all of a sudden we met in the U.S.A.
You brought your precious guitar and a tiny mouth-organ
And you sang 'Stars in your eyes' in your deep clear voice.
That's your own golden lyrics.
Yes my dearest, I saw thousands of twinkling stars in your transparent blue eyes and I hear the sweetest melody that comes with your dark shadow
Wherever I go in this fruitless journey.
* Dedication to my friend Max!
In this cycle of births and deaths we meet in different names?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The School Of Nature
To be a poet
it is essential to be a student
of school of nature
to complete this study
one life is not sufficient
but has to take many births
its language and grammars are too tough
no university can meet it up
in the school of nature
the languages of stars, planets & all creatures
are taught for which you have to choose a teacher
God is the super teacher to teach you
in the school of nature.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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I have found my Valentine
Both of us by love chord bound,
End to end eternity surround(s) ,
In all births I have Him found,
Howsoever strange, it may sound.
Meeting of lips,
Love nectar sips,
All doubts clips,
In Oneness dips.
Since several births I am in His heart,
From birth to birth we never part,
In each birth new role we start,
But the truth is, we are One heart.
Waiting and yearning love waves generate,
Kisses and embraces its rhythm create,
Sense of duality in us eliminate,
Thus, we go on from date to date.
Dear, we are One, we shall ever be One,
None can ever break our union.
I have found my Valentine,
All His fragrance is now mine.
My Valentine has so big heart,
You also can be His sweet-heart.
Ambrosial feast my Valentine will host,
You are welcome to present Him a toast.
He will bless all those who come,
Patiala peg of bliss will be your rum.
poem by C.P. Sharma
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Niobe
By children's births, and death, I am become
So dry, that I am now mine own sad tomb.
poem by John Donne
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A...!
Sex...
sex...
sex...
Sim ple
of
love....
Somthing
Of life...
Over all
Child births...
A sex...
A...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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A little clock face
It has memorys
It has anniversary
It has death
It has births
It has alot for a little clock faces.
Reason
Of the births, mine is special for the reason,
It mattered on my mother’s bed - all the treason!
poem by Naveed Akram
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My mother-in-law was with me during all four of my births and when she was sitting next to me holding my hand during the cesareans, well, I craved that.
quote by Patricia Heaton
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From Our Heads Like Gods We Give Birth To Others
they view us
as the impotents, those with only words to give to the world
we, phenomenal spectators
artists, onlookers, sensitive eyes, unblinking, blood rushing
to eyeballs, noting every thread of reality
in the fabric of this world
unfolding
we notice colors that they cannot see
we smell more than dogs
we see more than what eagles stare
we can be silent, and so enduring
surviving what they accuse us of
crimes that we cannot commit
we are patient and we endure what pain
is there, reserved for us like empty plates
on poisoned food and yet
we still eat them
caring less, on our emaciated bodies
too willing to offer
and if need be, die our earlier deaths
leaving them guilty in the process
we give no births in maternity beds
we do not really populate like they do
but look on our heads
we give births to other like us
in pain in joy in awakenings
and then we have become so many
ultimately winning
this game of posterity, this final battle of survival
in wit in freedom we have won this war
our swords are more sensitive
to make a kill and we devour what they vomit
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poems Might Have Written
there was no Medici to take my brief
poems might have written across decades
were all dust doomed stillborn births
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My daughter writes from Australia
Dad! Iwas really amazed
By seeing your name on an Aborigine graveyard tomb!
I replied her; 'Do not get frighten please,
Dear daughter in this cycle of births & deaths
This aboritve Man lives and dies in every inch of this mysterious journey!
If you have time just keep a fragrant flower over there
As every father likes the fragrance! '
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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