Any person, brought into the presence of this fact, stops for a few moments and remains pensive and silent; and then generally leaves, carrying with him forever a sharper, keener sense of our incessant motion through space.
quote by Leon Foucault
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He comes
He comes in the morning
With the eyes that tell me I love them
With the eyes glimmering in a beautiful mind
And he's always silent and I just want to hug him
He comes he leaves
He comes at noon
When all work stops and everyone is at the table
When everyone is together and he only is alone
And he says nothing and I just want to kiss him
He comes he leaves
He comes at twilight
In his hands carrying the burdens of a gifted day
With the hands calming down each touch
He's always silent and I just want to say something
He comes he leaves
He comes at midnight
When in each dream everyone's the same cradle
When everyone's asleep and he's swaying them
And he says nothing and I just want him to stay
He comes he leaves
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Im Carrying
By dawns first light Ill come back to your room again
With my carnation hidden by the packages
Im carrying, something
Im carrying something for you
Ah, long time no see baby sure has been a while
And if my reappearance lacks a sense of style
Im carrying, something
Im carrying something for you
Im carrying.
Im carrying, cant help it.
Im carrying.
Im carrying something for you.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Only One Forever
There has to be; a place for you and me,
Where we can sleep and waters still run deep.
And youre the one that sails into me,
Youre the one whose lips are silent
Youre the one that always said
Theres only one forever,
That brought us both together
Theres only one forever...
You said to me; just give me honesty
And in return, Ill build your sanctuary
Long ago, a path was chosen
How could we not fall in love?
Remembering we always,
Theres only one forever
It brought us both together
Theres only one forever...
(Break)
Youre the one that sails into me,
Youre the one whose lips are silent
Youre the one that always said
Theres only one forever, theres only one forever
It brought us both together
Theres only one... forever...
song performed by by Air Supply
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Charity Case
People pensive that I won't amount to anything in life
I hate the fact that people penSive that I am a CHARITY CASE Because I come from the poor family
This is not true
I am very proud of my bacKground
Because it has made me the person I am today
It has made me a stronger person after all the trials. I have visaged
I have full control of where I will end
Although I ddnt choose my beginning
poem by Ben Majola
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The fact that we're all connected, the fact that we've got this information space — does change the parameters. It changes the way people live and work. It changes things for good and for bad. But I think, in general, it's clear that most bad things come from misunderstanding, and communication is generally the way to resolve misunderstandings — and the Web's a form of communications — so it generally should be good. But I think, also, we have to watch whether we preserve the stability of the world … We need to look at the whole society and think, "Are we actually thinking about what we're doing as we go forward, and are we preserving the really important values that we have in society? Are we keeping it democratic, and open, and so on?"
quote by Tim Berners-Lee
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My Canadian Chronicles 13
In each life, there are special moments
we like to remember and recall.
Moments that have brought us laughter
almost cascading into tears.
Moments of great happiness
to last us through the years.
Moments with very special people
who are dearly beloved friends.
Special moments no one can take away.
They happen but once
and are captured forever within our mind.
Special moments within our lifetime.
10 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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No sir
It is nice to be addressed as sir
It adds to glory with different color
Person feels proud with achievement
Nice to rejoice with happy moments
Generally we give respected to aged persons
It has some feeling with reasons
We have parents at home and reminds of their presence
We respect any one when see them at once
It has remained tradition to accord honor
Either with excellence in field
Or some high position held
It is traditional to be known as specialist in the field
Let people honor your age
It is token gesture on page
What else they can offer?
As they have seen you rise and suffer
Not age only grants you respect
Even though that has been given to you in fact
People see in your a great strength
Take as much advantage as possible before death
So let them have opportunity to address
See the smile and honor on your face
To morrow they may take pride in having you as sir
As the time, days and even may pass the years
It is humbleness on the part of person to fee odd
When addressed often as sir or to that high of god
It takes away closeness from the known people
So it is preferred to remain free from any trouble
It is good when someone is placed at the top
There should not be any attempt to stop
Let people feel proud of a person who is one among them
To be known as diamond and priceless gem
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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False Pride
I claimed for every single achievement
Boosted a lot and felt it as memorable moment
Took false pride and acted as if I was whole and sole
Alas! I could understand the myth as whole
It is generally proclaimed that good deeds always help
Save from some kind of disasters and come to the rescue of self
Person remains unconcerned even if something turns out to be against
As self confidence and full contentment doesn't allow further twist
What are we trying to project before world?
Superiority complex or about the things so far untold
It is known since ages that men has always remained choosey
Not cared for anything but shown keen interest in money
Can we ever claim and assure the full proof of success?
If so then why some of the clues are left behind as traces
Guilty people are caught little later much to their annoyance
People are brought to the sense and reminded about truth at once
We are just a medium and excel with blessings
Some of us might lead the life of rich man or king
It is a fact and generally believed in good faith
Life is certainly taken as temporary phase to be ended with death
I feel little awkward when people try to prove contrary
It has no relevance in real life and totally unnecessary
Even if we have fortune in abundance at disposal
We act as miser and turn down any good proposal
It has different joy when we silently enjoy
Employ honest means and avoid any ploy
Think that you are fortunate enough to have it at your end
Look sympathetically; spend generously among poor, relatives and friends
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The more people involved in making a movie, the worse it is, generally.
quote by Catherine Keener
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Break Of Day
As the rays of the morning sun turns on,
fall through the window on your face,
your presence brings to me amazing grace
and love is still present when the night is gone,
when the sun blazes on you, my only one
who brings light in to my life’s darkest space,
I have to leave to work at another place
and let you be for some hours alone,
in moments when business takes precedence
and we are removed in space, place and thought
when that which is between you and me
and everything that we hold dear and in confidence
to standstill is brought
by a career’s claims on what love is meant to be.
[Reference: “Break of day” by John Donne.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Fear Stops The Poetry
FEAR STOPS THE POETRY
Fear stops the Poetry-
Anxiety and Dread
Have no music-
When the Big world threatens to collapse,
One little person is silent and scared.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Wind Blows And Stops
wind blows and stops
like a cycle of grief and glee
wind when blows brings with it many natural things
and grief, when they come
bring lot of tension, aggression and apprehension
when wind gets tired it stops and move away
leaves a message to come later
when a person has faced lot of sorrows
they are all gone
and leave a message to come later
wind blows and stops
like a cycle of grief and glee
wind blows and brings a new season, a refreshing weather
and glee, when it comes
it brings lot of hopes, aspirations, cheerfulness, exhilaration and jubilation
and when wind and glee have given sufficient happiness
they all are gone
and leave a message that they'll come later
for these all may come and these may go
but life goes on forever.
wind blows and stops
like a cycle of grief and glee
poem by Sudipta Pathak
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Silent
Silent walls ans silent woods,
You mesmerised me with your love last night;
And i will always cherish the moments that brought us together,
For this time past is now recorded in my mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Nihility
Dust to dust the soul,
moves in a confined circle
to preserve a death.
The struggle of a truth to find,
the space between the fact and fiction.
Time comes to breathe in nihility,
questioning the infidelity of violence.
I do not want to avoid the revolution within
let me use the knife to cut,
the moments into filaments of sparks.
I wanted to restrain myself,
from committing the act of accepting the pain.
The first truth remains the last truth.
Winds of change cannot erase it.
Right side of knowledge,
and wrong side of fact were always in conflict.
The sweet-smelling mask was baffled,
crippling the mind.
I craved only nothingness.
poem by Satish Verma
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Nothing accompanies you
Nothing accompanies you when you die
Ground only may provide space to lye
You will be tied with ropes for final journey
You have to think and turn the small key
You will not be judged by your fortune
There may be billions or to any tune
You are going alone and empty handed
Body has remained and souls is traded
You were powerful and whole world fascinated
You were kind and generous enough for people not to be alienated
You did enough of justice and lived up to the promises
You knew it may come one day as new surprise
Nothing more and nothing less will be your size
You will squeeze and more area may not be obliged
You will be laid to rest with all ordinary souls underneath
That is precisely your place not neat and clean after death
You may be fortunate enough
If procession is not marred by rough weather
It may be dazzling all the way
Or shiny with sun himself directing the way
The wealthy man’s remains may be marked
With all the way rose petals and when parked
It will be praised with wordy showers
This all will be seen as noble answers
It may look customary for the departed soul
Still it is shown as mark of respect without any foul
The futility of human life is seen at that particular moment
Every one is besieged with grief and re main silent without any comment
What is real size or status of person?
No one gets it at that particular time with correct reasons
It is understood that everything is remained behind
Even though there remains only few feet space to find
The moment you are back at normal routine
You are again at same level and feel fine
Nothing stops you from going on same lines
Even though you were pushed back with some side lines
Some of the incidences may look sad and disturb
It may reopen your wounds when unintentionally rubbed
It gives some sort of unsafe sense for on going life
It will have to move on despite the fear of sharp knife
So it is hardened reality of the life that compels you to act
You may not be in position to offer anything despite the facts
There is no use also for offering any kind of reaction
As it will be construed as nothing but simple dissatisfaction
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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When One Meets A New Person
When one
Meets a new person
Rarely one leaves
A lasting impression
One forgets meeting
That person
The one who leaves
A pleasant feeling
In the first meeting
Engulfs the heart and mind
One wants to
Meet the person
Again and again
Anxiety and desire
Increases
A fondness develops
Wish to strengthen
Relations
Is foremost in the mind
The unknown
Becomes known
And one’s own
Remains nearer
With heart and soul
Becomes unending desire
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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There Is A Choice
there is this void
that i think, remains to be
a void forever
no matter how you
fill it up it remains
a void, a chasm and
you feel like falling
forever on a bottom
that seeminly is not
there at all
there is also this joy
that remains to be a joy forever
inside our hearts and it rises
and rises forever
you feel like flying up forever
and there is no roof
of cloud or sky
there you are
at the middle
of these two contrasts
look up and look down
you choose
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Saw In Louisiana A Live Oak Growing
I SAW in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
All alone stood it, and the moss hung down from the branches;
Without any companion it grew there, uttering joyous leaves of dark
green,
And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself;
But I wonder'd how it could utter joyous leaves, standing alone
there, without its friend, its lover near--for I knew I could
not;
And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it, and
twined around it a little moss,
And brought it away--and I have placed it in sight in my room;
It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends,
(For I believe lately I think of little else than of them;)
Yet it remains to me a curious token--it makes me think of manly
love; 10
For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana,
solitary, in a wide flat space,
Uttering joyous leaves all its life, without a friend, a lover, near,
I know very well I could not.
poem by Walt Whitman
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What Of The Person Remains?
WHAT OF THE PERSON REMAINS?
What of the person remains?
For tens of thousands of years
Not even a bone.
For a few thousand
For a few a name and a story,
And for most, dust and nothingness.
But then
Portrait and family history
Photographs and then films
Clips of a life.
And now more and more detail
Everyman immortalized in each tweet and twitter
Eternity in an electronic file.
And yet with all this
With all the remnants and reminiscences
With all the recorded interviews
With all the tons and tons of information
Gathered around each name
What of the person remains?
All these images and information
All this non-erasable digital paradise
Has not made one single human being
Breathe again with the full breath of life.
The person does not remain
No matter how many memories and how much information
Is left behind.
Death is not defeated yet
As we record and record and record
Every passing instant and action
Of what one day in an instant
May all suddenly disappear.
We will forever be unable to do-
What only God
May do for us.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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But generally speaking, people weren't fired, art jobs were very hard to get, so something really calamitous had to happen to a person who was working there in order for you to find a space.