The idea that seeing life means going from place to place and doing a great variety of obvious things is an illusion natural to dull minds.
quote by Charles Horton Cooley
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A plane is a bad place for an all-out sleep, but a good place to begin rest and recovery from the trip to the faraway places you've been, a decompression chamber between Here and There. Though a plane is not the ideal place really to think, to reassess or reevaluate things, it is a great place to have the illusion of doing so, and often the illusion will suffice.
quote by Shana Alexander
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Sonnet: Bring Back Fairness/ Justice
I wish to cry but cannot do so now,
For things are moving in the stupid way;
My fight must go on; I’ve no other go
Till God shows me ahead a better day.
This place is ’cursed for none can settle things;
It needs a major reshuffle/ repair;
It needs persons with super-natural wings;
The remedy is making all things fair.
No place with corruption progresses much;
No place with injustice exists for long;
All hearts and minds and souls need soothing touch;
Hopelessness can’t be allowed to prolong.
When righteous men are not given right jobs,
The place will end up in unending sobs.
poem by John Celes
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In things to be seen at once, much variety makes confusion, another vice of beauty. In things that are not seen at once, and have no respect one to another, great variety is commendable, provided this variety transgress not the rules of optics and geometry.
quote by Christopher Wren
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Witless
They see themselves as prime.
Something others crave sometimes.
They see themselves as 'fine'!
And 'why' most ask?
Why do they have that in their minds?
They see themselves better than others.
In a place where neglect and disrespect takes place!
And when many come from other cities to visit...
They are heard to say out loud as they may,
'Who are these folks and why are they mentally sick?
Who do they think they are when it is obvious they have flipped,
Witless! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is A Barn?
A barn is many things-
A barn is a fun place
To run, romp, and play.
It is also a place of refuge,
On hot or stormy days.
A barn is a storage place
For all your tools, grain, and hay.
It is also a place to unwind,
When you have had a tough day.
A barn becomes God's sanctuary,
When you begin to pray
It is also a place of work,
When work is needing done.
A barn is a place
Where freindships can be made
It is also a place
Where new life is born.
A barn is a place
To try with all your might
And finally when its doors are closed,
'Tis safety from the night.
A barn is a place for horses,
And it is a place for cows
A barn is also a hayloft,
Full of little meows
A barn is the Inn
Where our Savior was born
God, our Savior,
Christ, our Lord.
A barn is a work place,
A barn is a play place
A barn is a great place
A barn is a training ring...
A barn is..
Well, when it comes right
Down to it,
A barn is everything!
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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What If Life Were But A Dream?
What difference would it make............if life were but a dream
As if we owned th' magic wand, to wake up 'n smell th' coffee
Colorless houses stand tilting.......'neath loud-orange sunsets
And your confusion asks: Is this a dream.....or my life within it
We exercise, motion and thought..........with great redundance
Patterns that jog the rapid eye.................when sleep befalls us
Seems, th' closer we get to th' answers...we supposedly seek
We're pulled further away, 'til illusion takes us to another place
And, if our lives be no more or less....than a continuous dream
What be then th' next dimension, when th' dream so concludes
Will it place us all in a limbo of re-runs of Nightline with Koppel
Or find ourselves in th' world...we already believe to be living in
Existence......is merely interpretation of accepted surroundings
We sleep with belief that to dream...is to live our subconscious
Image and illusion fabricated by th'stem of our mercurial minds
Yet, what if our subconscious is in fact our conscious existence
What then, my God, be the next plateau.............after internment
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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They're not even within 100 miles of Baghdad. They are not in any place. They hold no place in Iraq. This is an illusion... they are trying to sell to the others an illusion.
quote by Mohammed Saeed al-Sahaf
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Then You Turn Away
I didnt want to see you
Not when youre at your best
And talk about the weather
I couldnt pass the test
So many things I do
So many things I say
Give you the wrong idea
So many things I do
So many things I say
Just make a fool of me
Then you turn away
Then you turn away
I couldnt help but call you
I waited almost all the week
I didnt want to hear you
Laughing aloud at me
So many things I do
So many things I say
Give you the wrong idea
So many things I do
So many things I say
Just make a fool of me
Then you turn away
Then you turn away
Theres people saying that its obvious
That Im wasting my time on you
And people saying that its obvious
That Ive fallen in love, its not true
So many things I do
So many things I say
Give you the wrong idea
So many things I do
So many things I say
Just make a fool of me
Then you turn away
Then you turn away
song performed by by Omd
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Sonnet: Variety in Life
If sweetened foods be taken on most days,
Until aversion takes the upper hand:
The buds of taste seek foods in hotter ways,
And sweetened stuff must be put to remand.
One cannot have the same things o’er again,
Man wants a change and variety in life;
We want the sun and in-between the rain;
We want our joys be followed by some strife.
When things are done in dull monotony,
Discontent fills the heart and mind of man;
No man can live with mere acrimony;
We shut the windows, sometimes switch on fan.
Variety is the spice of life all say,
And that is why God gave us night and day!
7-9-2001
poem by John Celes
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Seven Wonders
When shadows fall, hell close his eyes
To hear the clocks unwind
Powerless to leash the hands of time
Kindoms fall, the earth revolves
The rain will come this spring
And nothing he could say would change a thing
Seven wonders crowed the man
Knowing six are gone
And how the great illusion lingers on
He cant enfold, the sun or moon
Or wind within his hand
But count the times hell shout the great I am
With all the while, a pontiff smile
Veiling his disgrace
At never owning more than second place
Seven wonders crowed the man
Knowing six are gone
And how the great illusion lingers on
[instrumental]
Seven wonders crowed the man
Knowing six are gone
And how the great illusion lingers
While the sad confusion lingers
All the while illusion lingers on
song performed by by Nickel Creek
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Illusion-reality
Step into the shoes I've worn.
Feel where I have stepped.
Observe the places I have walked
and feel the tears I've wept.
For only then can another know
something they can't see.
The ups, the downs,
the good, the evil
and everything that makes us be
different in so many, many ways
but the same eventually.
'Cause all roads come together
no matter what shoes you've worn.
It makes not one bit of difference
your color or the place where you were born.
For like drops of the ocean that evaporate
then fall back down again,
we all will rise to the occasion
and finally comprehend
that everything that we've been through
is all just illusion.
This illusion seems so very real
that it causes great confusion
in the minds of all
who've walked different paths
in this life on earth.
We will all awaken and finally see
that the only thing that was ever worth
anything-is love.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Place Called 'life
i feel so alone,
in this place call life.
i hear great things
and bad things.
which do i believe?
mostly the bad things.
times like this.
it seems so true.
just like how i'm here feeling blue.
nobody seem to listen.
nobody seem to care.
hiding becomes my only way out.
will that be all i do?
it so easy to act like i'm fine.
than people ask questions.
when i know they don't really care.
because i so alone in the place called life.
Copyright © 2009
10-14-08
poem by Mona Martinez
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Sonnet: Good-bye, Alma-Mater!
The day has come for us to say, ‘Good-bye’,
To teachers, friends and campus-life, we led:
The memories ev’r-green can never die,
But stay with us until we are all dead!
Our Alma-Mater means something unique-
Place where adolescence became adult:
Place where we learnt the art of healing sick:
Place where emotions of all kinds were felt!
Today, we have to leave this lovely place;
What sadness fills our hearts for things we miss!
Our education gave us brighter face,
And opportunities for every bliss.
We thank Thee God for making us Doctors;
Let’s mitigate the suff’rings of others!
poem by John Celes
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Winterwood
(mclean)
No one can take your place with me
And time has proven that Im right
Theres no place Id rather be
Than at your place for the night
No time can pass your sight unseen
No moment steals away unfound
Lifetime lived in such a dream
Floats like a feather to the ground
And for the first time Ive been seeing
The things Ive never noticed without you
And for the first time Im discovering
The things I used to treasure about you
Birds like leaves on winterwood
Sing hopeful songs on dismal days
Theyve learned to live life as they should
They are at peace with natures ways
You are as natural as the night
And all that springs from you is good
And the children born beneath your light
Are like the birds on winterwood
And for the first time Ive been seeing
The things Ive never noticed without you
And for the first time Im discovering
The things I used to treasure about you
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Don't Weep for America
Don't weep for America,
For the world that was-
It was always more an idea
Than a place;
Always more an ideal-
With grace.
Don't weep for America;
It will rise again,
Some other place,
It will all begin:
It was an idea ahead of time,
Earthly heaven by man's design.
Don't weep for America;
Some things must fail,
And be rebuilt
With brand new nails;
Don't weep- keep looking
Around to find
The new America-
Is in your mind.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Am I Living Within My Means?
Am I living within my means?
Isn't that obvious?
Or have you come to bolt my other foot,
To the floor?
With an ensurance that my success,
In living my life with less...
Will not be seen outside my premises,
To cause a revolt of those...
Who believe my exposure of happiness,
I express...
Is not being assisted,
By a hoarding of vast treasures...
That I keep stored in a treasure chest.
Am I living within my means?
Isn't that obvious?
When was the last time,
You aided with the adding to my budget?
Or helped to unwrap a care package,
Sent as a gift from any of my creditors?
Am I living within my means!
Did you come by to pay a visit?
Or laugh at my situation?
Which is it?
Am I living within my means?
Apparently I am.
And I could do much more of it,
If you paid me less frequent visits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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HOW MIGHT YOUR LIFE BE DIFFERENT? (To Women)
How might your life be different?
If there had been a special place for you
A place to be with your mother
Sisters, aunts and grandmothers
Great and great, great grandmothers
A place of women
To go
To be
A woman
(To the goddess in all women)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Winterwood
No-one can take your place with me,
And time has proven that I'm right.
There's no place I'd rather be,
Than at your place for the night.
No time can pass your sight unseen.
No moment steals away unfound.
Lifetime lived in such a dream,
Floats like a feather to the ground.
(Chorus)
And for the first time I've been seeing
The things I'd never notice, without you.
And for the first time I'm discovering
The things I use to treasure, about you.
The birds like leaves on Winterwood,
Sing hopeful songs on dismal days.
They've learned to live life as they should.
They are at peace with natures ways.
You are as natural as the night,
And all that springs from you is good.
And the children born beneath your light,
Are like the birds on Winterwood.
(Chorus)
song performed by by Don McLean
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Clichs Of The World
Sunset over the high-rise,
By a motorway,
A little man looks up at the sky.
An uneventful end to a wasted day.
Close-up on the man at the window,
Looking at the street down below.
It's obvious he's got things on his mind.
He shakes his head, pulls down the blind.
He start's writing a letter,
To make it perfectly clear.
He's just a man who's reached the end of his rope,
Expressing his doubts and his fears.
In a world, feels so lonely and afraid,
Disillusioned by the promises they made,
It's a pity that it ended up this way,
Life is just a clich.
I'm gonna do tomorrow
What i did yesterday.
It's such a dull routine,
Somebody cut this scene,
It's such a boring clich.
Live life, day to day,
Seems so pass.
Everything you hear and say,
Just another clich.
Like an actor on a movie screen,
Living out someone else's dream.
Living out a total misconception,
Reality, a false perception.
It's such a wasted life,
Without any conclusion.
Days drift into days,
His life just slips away.
People so blas,
Everything's a clich.
Yes it is.
Yes it is.
Just an illusion.
Just an illusion.
Moonlight over the high-rise,
At the end of the day.
The little man is asleep in his bed,
Tucked up, safely away.
In his dreams he's taken away by alien beings to another
Galaxy, deep in space. to a planet where a man can live
Out his fantasies, and experience unimaginable pleasures.
But morning comes and soon the realities of life will
Shatter his illusions, and the clichs of the world will
Bring him down. but still he's waiting for a change.
Days drift into days,
His life just slips away.
Everything is pass,
Everything's a clich.
Yes it is.
Yes it is.
Just an illusion.
Just an illusion.
Yes it is.
Yes it is.
See the sunlight over the motorway,
The little man, with anger in his eyes,
Stands by the window, looks at the sky.
song performed by by Kinks
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The coziest place in the world
The coziest place in the world
Is between the legs of a girl
Exploring the peaks of her breast
While tracing the coriolis in her navel
The sweetest scent in this life
Is to see a smile that's pure
Escaping the trap of the cynic
I've been arrested to become pedantic
The greatest goal I have learned
Is to look in her eyes and know
That between us engaged is one soul
Looking for someone whose not in us
I would give my fortune to you
While building one for myself
Become rich if it meant loving you
Meant all the things peculiar to me
What is a house if not for a family?
A hand without sharing a partner
Speaking is easy for someone
Who knows the hearing of listening
I would be the king if you want
But I shun the idea of a princes
Its Romance reality not Romance and Fantasy
Just a girl to be honest with me
For its truth that is the lost art of love
And when two hearts sing in a rhyme
Never skipping across the tragic line
Boldly meeting each other
without fear of their sorrows
They will come to a place where few go
Learning to walk the fires of faith
So they can eventually arrive at their place
Where few dare ever go
and when two minds understand and accept
their love becomes
the coziest place in the world
poem by Kevin Patrick
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