Inanimate objects are classified scientifically into three major categories -- those that don't work, those that break down, and those that get lost.
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Inanimate objects can be classified scientifically into three major categories; those that don't work, those that break down and those that get lost.
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Inanimate objects are classified scientifically into three major categories - those that don't work, those that break down and those that get lost.
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Objects can be classified scientifically into three major categories: those that don't work, those that break down and those that get lost.
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Objects
Inanimate objects are always correct and cannot, unfortunately, be reproached with anything. I have never observed a chair shift from one foot to another, or a bed rear on its hind legs. And tables, even when they are tired, will not dare to bend their knees. I suspect that objects do this from pedagogical considerations, to reprove us constantly for our instability.
poem by Zbigniew Herbert
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I don't believe in blaming inanimate objects for anything.
quote by Peter Benchley
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The goal of all inanimate objects is to resist man and ultimately defeat him.
quote by Russell Baker
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Human beings, for all their pretensions, have a remarkable propensity for lending themselves to classification somewhere within neatly labelled categories. Even the outrageous exceptions may be classified as outrageous exceptions.
quote by W.J. Reichmann
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It's very hard for me to know what to say about fusion right now, inasmuch as it is not yet scientifically feasible. I just can't understand how so many people are able to predict so much about something that still isn't scientifically possible.
quote by David R. Brower
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Advertisements may be evaluated scientifically; they cannot be created scientifically.
quote by Leo Bogart
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An Event or Happening
A birthday, an anniversary, or a wedding,
all are unique in their own way
And could be classified as a current event
or happening, one might say.
My viewpoint in simplifying the stated basic categories
They are only a yarn or a well-planned story.
Each has it's own characters, plot, and a particular theme
A realization of a specific dream or a scheme.
Keeping all this in mind and with no further ado
I would like to present my poems to you.
poem by Jr. William B. Booth
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Six Point Seven by Lee Crowell
Six point seven billion illusionists today on this globe
Seeking consensus of the senses,
Declaring the colors reflected by the eye to the brain
Are actually on the canvas... and the illusion of art continues:
Sifting vibrations through ear canals,
Mimicking back out the nice ones -
To deliver a wondrous sound and the illusion of music resonates.
Labeling objects by creating words,
Creating categories by building language
And the illusion of literature swirls in the air,
While the illusion of science arranges the pieces on the ground.
Six point seven... growing... no major train wreck in sight...
Such is the consensus of the illusory senses tonight...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Dont Break This Rhythm
Dont break this rhythm, dont break this motion
All this momentum keeps stealing through
Across the cornfields, through all the marshland
Theres nothing gonna stop this thing
Clear the trees, burn the brushwood
Bring the diggers in, Im gonna move this earth
Lay the big stones, put down the sleepers
Haul the steel in, I will beat this land
Dont care how but, Im coming through here
Whatever it takes, oh
Dont break this rhythm, dont break this motion
We work together in sympathy
Dont break this rhythm, dont break this motion
We work together in sympathy
Dont break this rhythm, dont break this motion
We work together in sympathy
Dont break this rhythm, dont break this motion
We work together in sympathy
Right through these fences, cut through the stone walls
Dig out the tunnels from a solid stone
There she is, but so surrounded
All those fancy men with soft white hands
Come all this distance, that should be me there
Whatever it takes (whatever it takes), oh
Dont break this rhythm, dont break this motion
We work together in sympathy
Dont break this rhythm, dont break this motion
We work together in sympathy
Dont break this rhythm, dont break this motion
We work together in sympathy
Dont break this rhythm, dont break this motion
We work together in sympathy
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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The left and right are not religious categories. They're often not even value categories.
quote by Jim Wallis
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My Complaint
Work never seems to end
day in-n-out working goes.
Please may I get a break some time
in the break, work seems to grow.
It is like the weeds I see
in the soil, they seem to grow.
How ever I may pluck them out;
they find there way again and sow.
Work-a-haloes is what my friend call me.
to them work is easy cake
But work in-n-out like me
and you’ll be a hockey stick.
Work-n-work-n-work I see
even work in everyday chores.
Oh! This work never seems to end
with me it also grows.
'17th June,2007'
poem by Gaurav Bhaduri
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Cooked
What's the use?
Give it best;
Cut her loose;
Have a rest.
Hope is dead;
Gloom collects,
Nuff is said
Cook objects.
Moth and rust
Hither lurk;
All is bust,
Knock off work.
Nation's great
Architects,
Clean the slate;
Cook objects.
Oh the schemes
That we planned!
Dreaming dreams
For the land.
All in vain.
Hope neglects
To remain;
Cook objects.
Navy; what?
Army too?
Blessed rot;
All is blue.
It's all one
Who protects.
dropp your gun;
Cook objects.
Let her rip,
All is up.
Have to sip
Bitter cup.
Tear your hair
Woe connects
With despair,
Cook objects.
Fellow Aust
Ralians,
Trouble's crossed
All our plans.
Seek the tomb;
Fate selects
Us for doom.
Cook objects.
Death marks us
For his own.
(Grisly cuss.)
Our head-tone,
With a laugh,
He erects.
Epitaph
'Cook objects.'
dropp a tear;
Heave a sigh;
End is near;
Say goodbye.
Sell up home
And effects.
(Dismal pome)
Cook objects.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Lost To Find My Lot
Lost in a world, that scares me to death,
Lost in a crowd I’m losing my breath,
Lost as a kid, lost as an adult
I feel everything is falling apart and its my fault
Lost as a person, cant find my way
Lost in life every day, Lost in worry
Who am I?
I’ve lived a Lie
Lost to Kindness,
Lost to Love
Lost in the sky,
Like a lonely dove
Lost in thought which I shouldn’t do
It Winds me up,
I can’t get through
Lost to comfort all kind words
Lost to advice that isn’t heard
Lost to those who really care?
All these people always there
Lost in Me, I need a break
Lost in wonder which road should I take?
Lost in a place I don’t know well
Where are you now? There’s no one to tell
Lost here all alone To break these walls
Lost in mind
Lost in soul
Lost memories, there just a hole
Lost family, lost my place
Still yet I’m full of hate
Lost in boredom think I’ll leave
There’s a lot in life I need to achieve
poem by Olivia Braun
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Psychometrist
He has this strange ability.
Can tell an objects history,
it seems that he can tune into
each object and he can review
Who has owned it in the past
Although it is inanimate
it holds impressions which can last.
It has a story to relate
but only to a sensitive.
Who listens to his inner voice
a man who is prepared to give
it full credence and rejoice.
He knows but knows not how he knows
A talent that with practice grows.
11-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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All to War
I lost my mother
I lost my father
I lost my brother
And lost my dreams too
I lost my friends
I lost my family
I lost my sister
And lost my will too
I lost my school
I lost my work
I lost my city
And lost my rights too
I lost my day
I lost my night
I lost my sight
And lost my morning dew
(to the soul of every victim of war)
poem by Ezekiel Johnson
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Piece of Glass
If you say I do not do enough...
I do not do enough...
Love is Just like a piece of glass, baby I might break, I might break
Love is just like a piece of glass, baby it might break, it might break....
I can't do much more..... It so much work to be in love with you.....
Can you say I am not doing enough, I only have so much strength..
Stop pushing me to the test....
I just may break, baby I just may break....
I keep feeling the weight of the world....
Trying to carry all the pain...
Oh baby I just may break, holding on to this pain....
If you say I do not do enough...
I do not do enough...
Love is Just like a piece of glass, baby I might break, I might break
Love is just like a piece of glass, baby it might break, it might break....
I can't do much more..... It so much work to be in love with you.....
Evey day is a trying time, fighting to keep our love in line...
Baby I am going to break, One day I am going to break...
Please do not play these foolish games.... Polish my heart and keep me safe...............
Love is Just like a piece of glass, baby it might break, Baby I might break
Love is just like a glass, baby I might break, Baby I might break....
poem by Sita Cabrera
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Those Days
You know those days
when you awake
and gives good moorning to the things?
speak with lifeless and dead objects?
ridiculous acts and thoughts.
Then, you lose your love
And ask to yourself Why?
Because inanimate things remains consistent
And loves need more than 'good day for you'
Love requires something more!
My, now, is dead.Literally
poem by Mirna Morgan
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