Within speech, words are subject to a kind of relation that is independent of the first and based on their linkage: these are syntagmatic relations, of which I have spoken.
quote by Ferdinand de Saussure
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Both state and church have as their object actions as well as convictions, the former insofar as they are based on the relations between man and nature, the latter insofar as they are based on the relations between nature and God.
quote by Moses Mendelssohn
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Outside speech, the association that is made in the memory between words having something in common creates different groups, series, families, within which very diverse relations obtain but belonging to a single category: these are associative relations.
quote by Ferdinand de Saussure
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From this time on, the universe is built up into an aggregate of permanent objects connected by causal relations that are independent of the subject and are placed in objective space and time.
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Words
So many words are there in our speech,
they can be very poor, they can be rich.
No one can be indifferent to their meaning
as they are alive and express your feeling.
Spoken word is not just a sound,
it can’t be found on the ground,
it’s always in your head, sometimes in your soul.
When it is spoken it becomes a parole.
A word is an energy of your spirit,
it was presented to you by God, it’s His merit.
A word is a tool of communication,
A word is a source of information.
“A word spoken is past recalling”.
Strolling all around it can’t be found,
returned back and kept in your sack.
“The pen is mightier than the sword”,
that was told about a written word.
Words, words, words………………
They are love and seduction,
each one with a certain function.
They are wonders of sin
and songs of education.
They are salvation, temptation, affectation…
They can be an executioner,
they can be the owner of a whiner.
A word can be a treatment,
It helps when you are ill.
A kind word is better than a pill.
But…there are words that just kill.
They sound like a horrible drill.
Words, words, words…………
They are triumph and defeat,
They can be pleasant and sweet.
At the end of my message
I would like everyone to acknowledge:
Each word has a strength
and it doesn’t depend on its length.
So, think before saying a word,
as it is quite well heard even by walls,
it touches someone’s soul,
it shouldn’t be a wicked foul.
“Better the foot to slip than the tongue”.
And… there is no exception for the young.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Speak Now
Spoken words carry no grace than the fury,
Tomorrow speech has enlarged revealingly.
Enticing talk is conversation too beautiful,
And fear and hatred is included.
Spears and backs of swords are leant against,
Taught are rasps of the air, calls of besiege;
The war of speech is a wage, a salary
For the troopers of the infantry, the real speech.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Words spoken
Words are spoken from the depth of the soul
Sometimes these words can be so cold
Like rotten cheese turning to mold
They come from a soul that we have sold
Sometimes we sound really bold
When kind words are never told
With nothing good to say
To make someone`s day
All we do is speak words that scold
So much so our soul grows old
Speaking from emotions uncontrolled
Breaking someone`s heart
That was once made of gold
So as we grow old
May you be foretold
Don`t leave a kind word untold
For a word is spoken from the depth of our soul
poem by Joseph Whelan
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A word slip
You need to understand and allow
it is necessary to correctly follow
the words are like sharp edge of an arrow
it may hit in bull and show
The result is is for sure
before speaking anything you must assure
what words are to be spoken and for whom?
will it invite wrath or gloom?
It serves no purpose if fired in air
it will create horniest nest with split hair
the damage done may be far reaching
you must weigh the decision and resort to soul searching
It doesn't go well with loose talk
even you can be judged from your walk
The turn out and speech may reveal what you are
it may not allow you to go very far
The words prove very sharp
it may repeatedly strike and harp
you may have lots of things to reveal
the irony of fact is that you can not conceal
It is great tragedy if things are not properly conveyed
you may be left in lurch and totally dismayed
the damaging part must be immediately stayed
the skill is powerful weapon and must be carefully played
Words here and there may invite serious trouble
it may not die out easily like water bubble
it will stay in mind for long time to come
you will be strongly countered by more or some
The tongue has no bone
it may speak well and things are done
little use of offensive words means you are gone
the strong relation may be interrupted and undone
You speak at the back and they will bounce you back
the whole structure will be shaken even if supported by jack
it is creating mistrust and that brings an abrupt end
in relation and shutting the door for the friends
If spoken mildly or whispered gently in the ear
the friendship may last for many more years
it is creation of sacred bond that lasts forever
the words must find favor however
It might have been spoken unintentionally
the effect must be sidelined marginally
it is always taken care of generally
the harsh language or offensive words are not spoken usually
It is unbecoming of gentleman if one he can not understand simple courtsey
it can not shown or displayed by having wealth or money
This may automatically come by experience or passing of an age
the slip of tongue should avoided and leave some room to manage
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Kind Or hollow words
Why words are considered hollow?
Why taken differently if spoken slow?
Why taken as offensive if spoken little louder?
Well all in same manner if equally not offered
How come they form a rhythm when arranged?
How come they offer solace when offered to aged
Same usage but with different attitude and spirit
May have nice effect if mixed with nice bits
It lands person into rage
The moments something is spoken in haste
It crates anger and loud explosion
Putting an end to cordial relation
Words same but effects many
Tongue is considered to be thorny
It has no bone but slips to may direction
Then question arises about its wrong application
Same words can be taken into holy verses
And at the same time effective outrage with abuses
Person can loose temper and attack with wild emotions
The relation deteriorate with very fast motion
They are sharper than swords
One is called weapon and another as words
Both have same bearing so far result is concerned
Person is at lose when gripped and cornered
How a person can be threatened?
And with sweet words welcomed
Oh, god what a tremendous use of tongue
Let the use of words remain vague
It can hurt, kill, antagonize and make you laugh
As if one side joy and other side agony in half
Same way application with reasonable way can yield result
All may remain happy without fearing insult
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Bitter words
Sun’s direct rays and heat in hot season
Nothing to complain about for any reason
I might have allowed it as casual feeling
Everybody knows and doesn’t expect dazzling
It may not penetrate or cause any harm
Of course it may be hot but not little warm
It is natural and may be expected more
Man will find refuge and feel it was not before
Words spoken with bitterness burn us completely
It will create impact on mind sudden and immediately
You are caught unaware with no defense to offer
Generally what is considered wise is to keep mum and suffer
It may take more time to adjust and recoup
Self assessment for sore relation and slight let up
Insult may cause breakdown with no other way
You may have set back and nothing to offer or say
We may not know what to speak in distress
Mind not at rest and seized with stress
Common sense on run and unable to assess
Hasty action may lead for immediate action to press
Bitter words may bite you slowly
May not allow you to regain immediately
You may find it hard to forget and forgive
You may offer no reaction and remain passive
It is state of mind that only speaks
Not sure of result but inviting future bleak
Damage is done with no possible gain
It is difficult to face insult and pain
Once spoken words with hatred can’t be taken back
Will spoil the relation completely with visible crack
Should not be uttered at all without any sense?
We should have room not to feel tense
Words spoken in friendly way also create tension
Relation will be at stake and in question
It may cause damage and turn it sour
Retrieve the position …………….
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Soshana
i have spoken my lines
that is what i am told to do
and you have spoken your lines too
and that is what they are telling you to do
you cannot be my comfort
distance are not arms and distance is cold like ice
your words are mere words like faces without names
i have spoken and you have spoken
now i am going back to sleep
it is done.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Good Man Bad Man
Do not call me a good man
based upon first impressions
because of a look in my eyes
because of compassion in my speech.
Do not call me a good man
because of a few words spoken
next to Adolf Hitler I am an angel
next to an angel I am Adolf Hitler.
Thus are discerned perspective's definitive scale
water is life source passive destruction active
a ripple a small wave perceived as motion beauty
a tsunami a mega tsunami surge slayer par merciless.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The task is to investigate speech sounds in relation to the meanings with which they are invested, i.e., sounds viewed as signifiers, and above all to throw light on the structure of the relation between sounds and meaning.
quote by Roman Jakobson
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i teach my child by G. Abad
I.
I teach my child
To survive.
I begin with our words,
The simple words first
And last.
They are hardest to learn.
Words like home,
Or friend, or to forgive.
These words are relations.
They are difficult to bear;
Their fruits are unseen.
Or words that promise
Or dream.
Words like honor, or certainty,
Or cheer.
Rarest of sound,
Their roots run deep;
These are words that aspire,
They cast no shade.
These are not words
To speak.
These are the words
Of which we consist,
Indefinite,
Without other ground.
II.
My child
Is without syllables
To utter him,
Captive yet to his origin
In silence.
By every word
To rule his space,
He is released;
He is shaped by his speech.
Every act, too,
Is first without words.
There's no rehearsal
To adjust your deed
From direction of its words.
The words are given,
But there's no script.
Their play is hidden,
We are their stage.
These are the words
That offer to our care
Both sky and earth,
These same words
That may elude our acts.
If we speak them
But cannot meet their sound,
They strand us still
In our void,
Blank like the child
With the uphill silence
Of his words' climb.
And so,
I teach my child
To survive.
I begin with our words,
The simple words first
And last.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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i teach my child by G. Abad
I.
I teach my child
To survive.
I begin with our words,
The simple words first
And last.
They are hardest to learn.
Words like home,
Or friend, or to forgive.
These words are relations.
They are difficult to bear;
Their fruits are unseen.
Or words that promise
Or dream.
Words like honor, or certainty,
Or cheer.
Rarest of sound,
Their roots run deep;
These are words that aspire,
They cast no shade.
These are not words
To speak.
These are the words
Of which we consist,
Indefinite,
Without other ground.
II.
My child
Is without syllables
To utter him,
Captive yet to his origin
In silence.
By every word
To rule his space,
He is released;
He is shaped by his speech.
Every act, too,
Is first without words.
There's no rehearsal
To adjust your deed
From direction of its words.
The words are given,
But there's no script.
Their play is hidden,
We are their stage.
These are the words
That offer to our care
Both sky and earth,
These same words
That may elude our acts.
If we speak them
But cannot meet their sound,
They strand us still
In our void,
Blank like the child
With the uphill silence
Of his words' climb.
And so,
I teach my child
To survive.
I begin with our words,
The simple words first
And last.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The relation of the individual person to the species he belongs to is the most intimate of all relations.
quote by Havelock Ellis
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You have to edit the material. That assumes that some kind of a mind is operating in relation to the material. Not all minds are the same. Every aspect of filmmaking requires choice. The selection of the subject, the shooting, editing and length are all aspects of choice.
quote by Frederick Wiseman
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Mother D True Relation On Dis Earth
itz a smalll world.peoples cms n go
sm fall in love.sm becms true freinds.sm people attracted towards caring ones
a day cms wen everything looks faded n blurred
.....we alwaz had dreams to tch d sky....
v go thru various relationships n lost in it...
in dese relations ve lost completly n own watevr goes... a time cms ven v feel incmpleteness n a empty space bt v nvr relise d emptyness... a day ven life also ditch u...n left alone in ur blues.
EVRYBDY GOES AWAY.EVRY RELATION LOST ITZ NAME... BT D ONLY RELATION ALW REMAINS TRUE N 4EVER...WHERE U GET D ARMS OPENED EVRYTIME
N D EYES SHINING WATERY KEEP WAITING 4u...A BEST N A DOOR OF PATH ALW REMAIN.OPENED...EVN WEN ALL PATHS R CLOSED... DERE A TRUE RELATION N PURE LOVR REMAINS WAITING DATZ ONLY N ONLY GODESS GIFT....MOTHER, d only true relation on dis earth....
poem by Neha Poemlover
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Independent
she smart
she's beautiful
but i can have her
Miss Independent
her skin is pretty
she have her own job
17 year old Miss Independent
walk so good
smile look so pretty
Miss Independent
and I ment it
I need this independent girl
should i ask her to be mine
I'm thinking
I can't no I need to stop
Independent Girl
poem by Latrice Reed
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Words
Unutterable words have been spoken by the man in front of me,
Fools sway, in institutions and in parks, with drink and joy.
Words are hastened in speech, in writing by the professions,
As professors teach new skills only to move onwards in life.
To keep skills requires luck and charm for words are great
When attached with meaning, the same education to succeed.
Words carry a blessing on a path we fix in our heads and minds,
Books are written, volumes are printed, for the health of the nation.
poem by Naveed Akram
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It is hard to cement any relations with any country based on promises that may not be deliverable.