When one has great gifts, what answer to the meaning of existence should one require beyond the right to exercise them
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Small natures require despotism to exercise their sinews, as great souls thirst for equality to give play to their heart.
quote by Honore de Balzac
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I believe any question that man can ask has a reasonable answer-at least an answer that is as consistent with God's existence as it is in opposition to God's existence.
quote by John Clayton
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The whole problem can be stated quite simply by asking, 'Is there a meaning to music' My answer would be, 'Yes.' And 'Can you state in so many words what the meaning is' My answer to that would be, 'No.'
quote by Aaron Copland
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The whole problem can be stated quite simply by asking, ""Is there a meaning to music?"" My answer would be, ""Yes."" And ""Can you state in so many words what the meaning is?"" My answer to that would be, ""No.""
quote by Aaron Copland
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Exercise It
Exercise the will to succeed
The will can successfully enjoy itself.
Exercise the mind to proceed
The brain has much in procedure.
Exercise the body and to bleed
Inside the layers of itself.
Exercise again and again, indeed
To enliven the soul for its task.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Lavender Summer Dress
When I see you
In your lavender summer dress
Along a sun-brilliant and rainless avenue,
It's like a divine revelation
Of an exquisite design.
How many hours and artisanal techniques
Did it require of God to fashion
The loveliness of your eyes?
Can I enter the world
Of your luxurious perfume
And the rarified air of your breath
Or must I linger outside your gate?
This obsession with your essence
Has left me lonely in this city of broken dreams,
But I can no longer find any meaning
That is divorced from your existence.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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The Gifts of Life and Pollution
Nature's gifts are sunny beaches,
Nature's gifts are rocky mountains,
Nature's gifts are vast oceans,
Nature's gifts are the tranquil colors in the rainbow,
Nature's gifts are rain forests,
Nature's gift is life.
Our gifts are oceans filled with toxins,
Our gifts are global warming,
Our gifts are deserted forests,
Our gifts are killed animals,
Our gifts are serious diseases,
Our gift is pollution.
poem by Melanie Jackson
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From all evil against which the law bars you, you should be barred, at an infinite distance, by honour, by conscience, and nobility. Does the law require patriotism, philanthropy, self-abnegation, public service, purity of purpose, devotion to the needs of others who have been placed in the world below you? The law is a great thing, — because men are poor and weak, and bad. And it is great, because where it exists in its strength, no tyrant can be above it. But between you and me there should be no mention of law as the guide of conduct. Speak to me of honour, of duty, and of nobility; and tell me what they require of you.
quote by Anthony Trollope
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God's Gifts
God has many gifts
For us to take when we can
Or like God's first couple
Will we have to say we ran
Out of the Garden
It was too much to take
For the love of wisdom
Dont blame it all on the snake
To know from right and wrong
Or to let go and pray
How do you think you'll answer
When you get asked some day
It won't be easy
No clear wrong or right
You might get asked at morning
Or very late at night
Some of God's gifts come quietly
Like just opening you eyes
Some go thump and
Are really a surprise
Whatever kind it is
It's as kind as it can be
Not all gifts fit or are the
Right color you see
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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You can't get rid of it with exercise alone. You can do the most vigorous exercise and only burn up 300 calories in an hour. If you've got fat on your body, the exercise firms and tones the muscles. But when you use that tape measure, what makes it bigger? It's the fat!
quote by Jack LaLanne
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A Mean In Our Means
Though frankincense the deities require,
We must not give all to the hallow'd fire.
Such be our gifts, and such be our expense,
As for ourselves to leave some frankince
poem by Robert Herrick
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The Poems I Write Give Meaning To My Life
The poems I write give meaning to my life.
But what are they for others?
Are they Poetry or just the sentences I happen to think?
The Poems I write give meaning to my life
But only in the time I am writing them
What they are afterward
Does not truly depend on me?
Meaning it seems is momentary for me
And the higher meaning of what will endure
Is a question I by myself however I write
Cannot answer.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Real meaningful endeavours, the biggies in human existence, often require the sacrifice of others.
quote by Andrew Schneider
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I Surrender to Your Embrace
Your loves essential oil overflows
A personified influence in the making
Of our love for the
Meaning of my being on earth
My very existence,
With your very existence
Which soothes my soul.
My pretty thing
You are my love song
That needs no words,
My symphony
Without a note,
I lay down my cloak
I am addicted
To your eternal embrace
I surrender
poem by Ken e Hall
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The Moderns
To many reading modern poetry more interesting the meaning in the metaphors they seek to find
They feel it makes their brains work that much harder that it is good exercise for the mind
Rhyme for their great brains seems that bit too simple it does not test their thinking power at all
'Tis not a poem to them if it seems simple and the meaning in it easy to recall,
Yes rhyme for them it does seem that bit simple and deciphering it to them is not a test
The hidden meaning in the metaphors is something that does seem to try them best
Rhyme poetry to them is too simple and far too easy for to understand
It has to be blank verse with dozens of metaphors for their interest for to command
They look on rhyme and bush poets as inferior their preference in poets and poetry they make known
On literature they air their opinions like it is said to each their own
Their poetry evenings do seem quite exclusive rhyme poets to read they never do invite
Their unmusical lines that are laced with metaphors to each other they do recite
They do not like rhyme or they do not like bush poetry to them it is of another time
And in their poetry evenings there is no place for the men and the women of rhyme.
poem by Francis Duggan
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By pass
Require by pass
Replacement meet
Giridhar.
Require love
Consult Gopal
AT lifeline.
Require peace harmony
Read Gajanan
At poems hunter.
Remember this world
Ours and we all
Supra tete-a-tete
And that terminate.
Each is others friend
And in friendship
Nothing begin
Nothing end.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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How Do You Use Your Gifts?
I'm using my blessings and faith,
To create identifiable miracles.
And you?
How do you use your gifts?
In the begging of stuff?
That others have?
By using their own,
Faith kept persisted.
And what they have manage to materialize,
Makes you jealous and mad?
Your selfishness is pathetic!
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
In the begging of stuff?
That others have?
By using their own,
Faith kept persisted.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flavor Fed That Feeds Defeating
Gifts you were given are gone.
What did you do that was wrong.
Did you sit with your gifts to drift...
In a mind where they didn't stay long!
Gifts you were given are gone.
What did you do that was wrong.
Did you sit with your gifts to drift...
In a mind where they didn't stay long!
Your eyes are looking all around on the ground,
To find yourself with meaning...
And something you discover that fits.
But nothing that you pick seems of benefit!
Your eyes are looking all around to be found,
As someone to be lifted and praised.
And saved from stress you labor!
With a flavor of life you savor and crave.
Gifts you were given are gone.
What did you do that was wrong.
Did you sit with your gifts to drift...
In a mind where they didn't stay long!
Gifts you were given are gone.
And now just stress you labor.
Gifts you were given are gone.
And this is life you savor.
Gifts you were given are gone.
And now just stress you labor.
Gifts you were given are gone.
And this is life you savor.
A flavor fed that feeds defeating!
Gifts you were given are gone.
And now just stress you labor.
Gifts you were given are gone.
And this is life you savor.
A flavor fed that feeds defeating!
You don't want to miss a beating.
You don't want to miss a beating.
You don't want to miss a beating.
A flavor fed that feeds defeating!
You don't want to miss a beating.
You don't want to miss a beating.
You don't want to miss a beating.
A flavor fed that feeds defeating!
Gifts you were given are gone.
You don't want to miss a beating.
What did you do that was wrong.
You don't want to miss a beating.
Did you sit with your gifts to drift...
In a mind where they didn't stay long!
You don't want to miss a beating.
You don't want to miss a beating.
You don't want to miss a beating.
A flavor fed that feeds defeating!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why do I Love You, Sir?
why do I love You, Sir?
the mountain that returns my voice
adding a longing quality to it
why do i love You, Sir?
the ripples in the lake
a sudden burst of poetic lines
in the calm of my heart
as the wind blows past
my existence that hinges
onto the gravity of earth
which has moved its axis into you
why do I love You, Sir?
the spaceman who longs for
the earth's possessive pull
after the confusion with lightness
magnetic pull that sends
each of of the cells hungry
for home, your touch, scent, youthful voice
Why do I love You, Sir?
the laps of the waves
the answer keeps swarming my heart
before they hit land
inspired by
Why do I love' You, Sir?
Wgt do I love' You, Sir?
Because—
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.
Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—
The Lightning—never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut—when He was by—
Because He knows it cannot speak—
And reasons not contained—
—Of Talk—
There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—
The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me—
Because He's Sunrise—and I see—
Therefore—Then—
I love Thee—
Emily Dickinson
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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