The great city can teach something that no university by itself can altogether impart: a vivid sense of the largeness of human brotherhood, a vivid sense of man's increasing obligation to man; a vivid sense of our absolute dependence on one another.
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Everything Vivid oh so Real
So surreal
everything appears
too real to be real
sober wide eye lucid mind
hallucinations?
How dull our perception
what we deem to be real
hydrogen strawberry patch
purple atmosphere soil
harvest dawn
streaks of violet orange-red
blood shed
sky's living proof
cloud's ceremonial formation
channeling spirits of great
distant cousin mountain ranges
sky
vivid oh so real
trees
vivid oh so real
auto metallic body paint
vivid oh so real
neighbor's sleep eye smile
vivid oh so real
morning rabbithole obligations
vivid oh so real
stage and spot light silence
vivid oh so real
flying feathered wake-up calls
vivid oh so real
everything I see
everything I touch
vivid oh so real
everything I feel
everything I imagine
vivid oh so real
dew transfers from
air to grass to my
bare flesh
vivid oh so real
my body
everything within
everything without
vivid oh so real
tepid bitterness
lukewarm caffeine fix
vivid oh so real
every illusion
performed by the senses
vivid oh so real
meditations under fulsome
tree branches
peace of mind
vivid oh so real
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Now Here So Vivid
Here so vivid,
Is the experience of life given.
So vivid too are those disparities.
To allow others,
The giving of an invitation...
To come and do,
Then to go as they please.
How vivid are the actions,
On others performed.
To take what they thieve...
And upon themselves adorn.
Enriching with an enhancement,
From the day they were born.
Here so vivid,
Are atrocities.
So atrocious in implementation...
An acceptance of it,
To gather lives to ruin...
As if in a playing of monopoly.
And the game inflicted does not go away.
It stays and commands to become obeyed.
With restrictions that exist,
Using religious beliefs...
As a means to control,
In the spreading of a wickedness...
To maim and defeat,
Those depicted as enemies.
Here so vivid,
Is the experience of life given.
So vivid too are those disparities.
To allow others,
The giving of an invitation...
To come and do,
Then to go as they please.
Using deception to promote misdeeds.
To witness those doing this...
Eventually,
Unravel from their own intricate...
Strategic complexities.
Now here so vivid,
Are those so unwise.
So vivid with a clarity...
Are those removed from their disguises.
To become recognized and themselves despised.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inside That Dream...
last night i had vivid dreams
you and your mother were there
in vivid colors of purple
green and red
i was the white light through and
through
falling on the roof under the dark skies
and the rain
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our sense of power is more vivid when we break a man's spirit than when we win his heart.
quote by Eric Hoffer
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We should realize in a vivid and revolutionary sense that we are not in our bodies but our bodies are in us.
quote by Ruth St. Denis
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Insulting
I can not believe,
The magic of your artistry.
Your ability to capture vivid images...
Is something I have never seen.
And the depth and scope,
Of your comprehension of the craft...
Should not be kept to yourself.
You have an audience out there,
Unprepared to be enthralled within your grasp.
YOU are a 'genius'.
'Why don't you come out and say it?
What you see is a bunch of crap.
You think I am 'that' sensitive?
And you use reverse psychology,
Believing any insulting comments...
Will hurt and shatter me in disbelief?
Tell me what you 'really' think.'
Okay.
I will.
I can not believe,
The magic of your artistry.
Your ability to capture vivid images...
Is something I have never seen.
Now...
If you want me to say that,
In a more insulting way...
I'll do my best.
Because I 'know' I am blessed with talents as well.
Do you want me to give it another try?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Human models are more vivid and more persuasive than explicit moral commands.
quote by Daniel J. Boorstin
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Never To Win
Casualities of day dreamers...
Are buried in my reverie-
Sequined-vivid and blood stained-
Are our: 'Never To Be's; '
Broken and in total disarray...
Long before we even began-
Fragile shards of splintered dreams...
In my memory bank they just hang;
Suspended in times empty spaces...
For all of my inner-in sleep to see...
Casualties of my hopeful dreamscapes-
Of our: 'Never To Be's';
Never standing a chance in reality...
Shattered long before we could begin...
Sequined vivid blood stained shards-
Lay in a hopeless game of: 'Never To Win';
May 10,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Paintings by fliss
Colours vivid
Colours bright
Texture livid
Radiating bright
Cottages rural
Pen and ink
Not done as a mural
Shaded as the sun sinks
Autumn leaves
So vivid and right
Oh let me please
Hold them so light
Abstract art deco
Grace and whirls
Lucid memories echo
Canvas covered swirls
Beach scene
Evoking holidays abroad
Laid back and serene
Paintings on board
Sunflower so warm
Head in full bloom
Sit and look until dawn
Paintings so rich, warmth filling room.
poem by Robert Green
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Only Words
Baby take my hand and Ill take you higher
cause my one desire is you and I need you now
More than ever if it takes forever and I know
These things are things youve heard
But up til now they were only words
Chorus:
Dancing on the lips of intimate strangers
Shallow like the city, now theyre vivid like the sun
Blinding me with spirit
In the night my private soul can hear it
Common as the hummingbirds
But they were only words
Now I feel like a wise old man
I now understand all the hows, the whens, the whys
These thoughts are mine for the very first time
Love it springs, it blooms, eternal and true
It may sound like nothing new to you
Only words
Chorus
Bridge:
Heres hoping that well never break the silence
Heres hoping that we never run from ourselves
Heres hoping cant and never, not now
And gee its time to go are words well never know
Chorus:
Dancing on the lips of intimate strangers
Oh yeah! now theyre vivid like the sun
Blinding me with spirit
In the night my private soul can hear it
Common as the hummingbirds
But they were only words
Chorus:
Dancin on the lips of intimate strangers
Shallow like the city, now theyre vivid like the sun
Blinding me with spirit
In the night my private soul can hear it
Common as the hummingbirds
Only words
Blinding me with spirit
In the night my private soul can hear it
Common as the hummingbirds
But they were only words
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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There is no glory in war, yet from the blackness of its history, there emerge vivid colours of human character and courage. Those who risked their lives to help their friends.
quote by Silvia Cartwright
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I have a very vivid imagination.
quote by Janice Dickinson
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Candid And Vivid
From Rome to Lapaz,
Who then catches a thief and set him free? !
From Los Angeles to Mamprobi,
Who then burns down houses and have never been caught?
From Soeul to Darkuman,
Who then rapes a child and still walks around free?
Life, war, stones, stars;
And like the life from Genesis to Revelation!
But, very candid and vivid.
Knowledge talks and wisdom listens,
But love is the key when you have understanding;
And, i have nothing to hide from you my love.
The darkness comes and it is full of evil!
And like the candid and vivid facts of an affair;
But, who then catches a thief and set him free?
Principles, morals, relationships, love, responsibilities, reliabilities! !
And like the works of the inhabitants of this earth;
But, who then rapes a child and still walks around free?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Keep Hope and Focus Vivid
Take your left foot,
Then you move it.
Followed by a vision right.
One that remains clear and in sight.
With the right foot and clear sight taken...
Keep hope and focus vivid.
Know a life wished can be better lived.
If wanted to be flaunted.
Don't be petty and hot headed.
Feed your mind instead.
That resentment kept relentless...
Never take that to your bed.
Take your left foot,
Then you move it.
With the right foot and clear sight taken...
Keep hope and focus vivid.
That resentment kept relentless...
Never take that to your bed.
Feed peace of mind to stay instead.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intent (Acrostic)
Acrostic poems are great compositions
poetry which challenges the creative mind
is quite expressive and inspirational
amazing work of vivid imagination
artful inscription of sentiments.
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Abruptness
With all that people profess themselves to be,
On various levels of acceptance...
That we all at times attach ourselves,
To feel and produce...
A greater sense of self importance over others,
We can always count on Mother Nature...
To bring us back down to Earth,
With stunning abruptness,
That keeps our feet firmly planted...
On solid ground.
And our heads and minds...
Not too high up and beyond the clouds.
Since there will be,
Periodically...
Something done 'naturally',
That affects our awareness...
With a striking effectiveness,
Conducted by truth!
And the vivid workings done,
By undeniable reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dreams, Dreams
dreams, dreams
some vivid
some clean
some filthy
some pristine
most changed
never the same
unwittingly, unknown
its all just a game
a window
a door
a defense
or metaphor
chains
or a cell
heaven
or hell
inbetween
or way too far
just out of reach
they know when to teach
dreams, dreams
poem by N.W. Carney
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Blood Suckers
Driving down the fast lane.
I hope one day I don't miss my turn.
To capture the moment.
To hold it in my hand.
Show you how it is so grand.
Setting the butterfly free.
It was the way it was meant to be.
Just look at those beautiful wings.
All the vivid colors.
We are holding so many back.
Slaves with the invisible whip smacking their backs.
Can you see the welts?
Can you the blood dripping yet?
It is being inflicted by you.
So tell me why is it you don't care?
A benefit to whom?
A dark cloud over all of us looms.
As lightning strikes and thunder makes a loud boom.
Tell me who it is gonna be? You?
Driving down the fast lane.
I hope one day I don't miss my turn.
To capture the moment.
To hold it in my hand.
Show you how it is so grand.
Driving down the fast lane.
I hope one day I don't miss my turn.
To capture the moment.
To hold it in my hand.
Show you how it is so grand.
Setting the butterfly free.
It was the way it was meant to be.
Just look at those beautiful wings.
All the vivid colors.
All the vivid colors.
Where do they go?
A distortion of human existence.
We are both ruthless and relentless.
But when the teeth become dull.
Why is it we continue to gnaw?
A leech that can't kick the habit.
Even when all the blood is already gone.
A dried up slug with just a dash of salt.
Does this mean your defeat?
To continue on would only be a blatant lie.
Yet you continue to try.
Trying to deny the very laws of nature.
A pedestal slowly crumbles and everyone will be crushed as you fall.
And it is not any of their faults.
Sacrificing the innocent for your absolute arrogance.
Destroying anyone who tries to stop you along the way.
A bonfire has already been made.
Is it in your or honor?
Or is it your grave?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Haunting
Sleep is an enemy these days
I sleep, I wake, I sleep, I wake
I look outside the window at the night
Sometimes I have such dreams
as vivid as the day, at other times
the dreams, they stay away.
It was a night of vivid dreams
I heard a noise downstairs, someone shuffling, rustling
I called, "Is someone there? "
Footsteps coming closer, passing by my door.
I heard the bathroom being used
and I called out some more.
The bedroom door creaked open,
she moved across the room, her face was so familiar
but I screamed and off she flew.
The face I saw was tired miserable and worn.
She seemed to be quite harmless
but still I was concerned
and later on that morning
as the sun rose in the sky, I realised who she was
and I breathed a heavy sigh.
The lady in my bedroom
was someone I knew well. It was me you see dear reader,
it seems I haunt myself
poem by Ruth Walters
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Sports serve society by providing vivid examples of excellence.
quote by George Will
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