There are certain pursuits which, if not wholly poetic and true, do at least suggest a nobler and finer relation to nature than we know. The keeping of bees, for instance.
quote by Henry David Thoreau
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Finer Feelings
Written: stock waterman
The finer feelings, the finer feelings
1a:
You cant give to me
Anything
I couldnt get for myself
I have needs as much as any man
And I understand the feelings well
1b:
I can still have a true heart
With a free mind
A good life
With a good time
Chorus:
But what is love
Without the finer feelings
Its just sex
Without the sexual healing
Passion dies
Without some tender meanings
It aint love
Without the finer feelings
2:
I get passionate
Just like you
But I have a little self-control
You just show your selfish attitude
Your emotion leaves me cold
1b:
Chorus:
Bridge:
The finer, the finer
The finer feelings
3:
(I can still have a true heart) it aint love
(with a free mind) it aint love
(a good life)
(with a good time) feelings
Chorus:
(repeat & fade)
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Nature tells me
Nature tells me not to be proud
of my riches for I am not
much richer than her.
Nature tells me not to be proud
of my beauty for I am not
much beautiful than her.
Nature tells me not to be proud
of my kindness for I am not
much kinder than her.
Nature tells me not to be proud
of my generosity for I am not
much generous than her.
Nature tells me not to be proud
of my logicality for I am not
much logical than her.
Nature tells me not to be proud
of my judiciousness for I am not
much judicious than her.
Nature tells me not to be proud
of my poetic mind for I am not
much poetic than her.
Nature tells me not to be proud
of my prides for I am not
much prouder than her.
poem by Palas kumar Ray
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Winning isn't worthwhile unless one has something finer and nobler behind it.
quote by Amos A. Stagg
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Almost Poetic
It's almost poetic
The way you speak
It's almost poetic
The way you think
The way you sleep and dream
It's almost poetic
The way I feel for you
It's almost poetic
The way we argue
It's almost poetic
When we say goodbye
Not knowing the next time
We'll see each other
You are the curved line
And I am the dot
That creates the question mark..
And it's almost poetic
If it were not so pathetic.
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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Statuary
Bees may be trusted, always,
to discover the best, nay, the only
human, solution. Let me cite
an instance; an event, that,
though occurring in nature, is still
in itself wholly abnormal. I refer
to the manner in which the bees
will dispose of a mouse
or a slug
that may happen to have found its way
into the hive.
The intruder killed,
they have to deal with
the body,
which will very soon poison
their dwelling. If it be impossible
for them to expel or dismember it,
they will proceed methodically
& hermetically
to enclose it in a veritable sepulcher
of propolis & wax,
which will tower fantastically
above the ordinary monuments
of the city.
*
When we die
our bodies powder, our bodies
the vessel & the vessel
empties.
Our dying does not fill
the hive with the stench
of dying. But outside
the world hungers.
A cockroach, stung,
can be dragged back out.
A careless child
forced a snail inside with a stick once.
We waxed over the orifice of its shell
sealing the creature in. And here,
the bottom of the comb,
a mouse,
driven in by winter & lack.
Its pawing woke us. We stung it
dead.
Even before it died it reeked - worse
the moment it ceased
twitching.
Now everyday
we crawl over it
to pass outside,
the wax form of what was
staring out, its airless sleep,
the mouse we built
to warn the rest from us.
poem by Nick Flynn
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Your Relationship With Nature
Your relationship with Nature speaks volumes about you
Do you only see Nature as a means to financial gain or are you one of those who
Love Nature for her beauty and love her wildlife and her trees
And her rivers, lakes and mountains and her fields and flowers and bees?
Your relationship with Nature tells of the sort of person that you are
Do you see Nature's protectors as those who have gone too far
In their dispute with the developer in their fight for every tree
If this be so you support the environmental vandals or so 'twould seem to me?
Your relationship with Nature about you more can say
Than all of your friends and enemies can or so 'twould seem that way
For your apathy to Nature tells of your inner strife
And your attitude to Nature is your attitude to life.
Your relationship with Nature says far more about you
Than anyone else of you can say as their words may not be true
For if you love Mother Nature and with her live in harmony
Then you are working for the good of all of humanity.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Mother D True Relation On Dis Earth
itz a smalll world.peoples cms n go
sm fall in love.sm becms true freinds.sm people attracted towards caring ones
a day cms wen everything looks faded n blurred
.....we alwaz had dreams to tch d sky....
v go thru various relationships n lost in it...
in dese relations ve lost completly n own watevr goes... a time cms ven v feel incmpleteness n a empty space bt v nvr relise d emptyness... a day ven life also ditch u...n left alone in ur blues.
EVRYBDY GOES AWAY.EVRY RELATION LOST ITZ NAME... BT D ONLY RELATION ALW REMAINS TRUE N 4EVER...WHERE U GET D ARMS OPENED EVRYTIME
N D EYES SHINING WATERY KEEP WAITING 4u...A BEST N A DOOR OF PATH ALW REMAIN.OPENED...EVN WEN ALL PATHS R CLOSED... DERE A TRUE RELATION N PURE LOVR REMAINS WAITING DATZ ONLY N ONLY GODESS GIFT....MOTHER, d only true relation on dis earth....
poem by Neha Poemlover
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Nature Is A Great Wonder - Iii
Global warming, cyclonic storms, earthquakes
And volcanic eruptions are the furies of Nature;
They are the warnings of the coming total destruction
As the symptoms a doctor says for deadly diseases!
So, the fate of man is left to the mercy of Nature
Whose will decides the destiny of mankind here!
Beloved Nature gives many warnings before destroying
Anything by its power to create something new again;
So, all creations of Nature are for destruction
And all destructions are for new creations only!
By science man may control Nature and disease
But not change Nature or cure disease completely!
Sunny cool climate, southern breeze and green plants,
Sweet fruits and fragrant flowers are Nature’s bouquets!
Romantic mood thrives on in this natural atmosphere,
Wherein all romantic lovers long to enjoy life forever!
Green meadows with beautiful flowers in many colours
And fountain water flowing high and falling down near
The dam is where lovers like to play all the day always
In love songs enjoying romantic life to the core ever!
The taste of life man gets on seeing the joyful plays of
Squirrels, birds and bees hopping from flower to flower!
Beautiful morning Sun rise, twilights of the evenings
And Stars and Moon of the night Sky Nature draws
For the desolate people, forlorn lovers, depressed youths
And lonely persons to have respite and relief in life!
Music, cinema, TV and books may be man’s pastime
But not give ever relief, peace and the needed mood,
Which Nature only can provide to man and wake up
The sleeping soul to life to know his true nature,
The starting point to explore past, present and future
That enlightens and energizes man’s mind and soul!
The Nature charged batteries of his soul drives again
Man with renewed vigour and enthusiasm to do duties!
Such a turning point comes sooner or later in life only
After many sufferings and experience nobody can escape!
Materialistic and meaningless pursuits of life of man
Frustrates and finally make him surrender to Nature;
Meaningless life becomes meaningful only after
Man realizes his Self and its connection with Nature!
Unconscious of the air he breathes and many comforts
Man enjoys in the world are bequeathed by Nature;
But due to lack of time in his selfish pursuits ever
Man never realizes, appreciates and thanks Nature!
Nature offers opportunities despite his negligence
But it’s a pity man neglects them by his ignorance!
poem by Ramesh T A
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The Analogous
everything has
an analogy
for instance these hands
with fingers
are they not rivers and creeks
a source and
tributaries?
for instance this body
this temple
where my soul rests
this eye
this window of the house
the sun
the eye of the earth
a friend of the stars
the wonders of our longings
for instance
the silence
a dash in our talk
a space of our doubts
many more
for instance you and me
two hands in prayer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Bee-Boy's Song
Bees! Bees! Hark to your bees!
"Hide from your neigbours as much as you please,
But all that has happened, to us you must tell,
Or else we will give you no honey to sell!"
A maiden in her glory,
Upon her wedding - day,
Must tell her Bees the story,
Or else they'll fly away.
Fly away -- die away --
Dwindle down and leave you!
But if you don't deceive your Bees,
Your Bees will not deceive you.
Marriage, birth or buryin',
News across the seas,
All you're sad or merry in,
You must tell the Bees.
Tell 'em coming in an' out,
Where the Fanners fan,
'Cause the Bees are just about
As curious as a man!
Don't you wait where the trees are,
When the lightnings play,
Nor don't you hate where Bees are,
Or else they'll pine away.
Pine away -- dwine away --
Anything to leave you!
But if you never grieve your Bees,
Your Bees'll never grieve you.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Verses Left by Mr. Pope
With no poetic ardour fir'd
I press the bed where Wilmot lay;
That here he lov'd, or here expir'd,
Begets no numbers grave or gay.
Beneath thy roof, Argyle, are bred
Such thoughts as prompt the brave to lie
Stretch'd out in honour's nobler bed,
Beneath a nobler roof - the sky.
Such flames as high in patriots burn,
Yet stoop to bless a child or wife;
And such as wicked kings may mourn,
When freedom is more dear than life.
poem by Alexander Pope
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Falliteration... Autumnal Pause
An instance in introspection…
A pause in the passing of the seasons
As if Nature rested and reflected on it’s feckless design
Resigned, supine, upon it’s random reasons
Time to let free the lifeless leaves
From the tired, tremulous… and timeless trees
To allow the meadows to quiescently crisp’en
Let Nature’s labors, lessen… and then cease
To quiet busy buzz of beleaguered bees
let them listen instead… in well earned ease
Autumn…that pregnant period of pause needed…
and embraced unabashedly by all things… great and small
Richly earned respite,
from the timeless trek of the seasons,
Shyly… and slyly seized… by first freeze
of Nature …in the fallow freshness of Fall…
Sap dropping….then stopping
Then…nothing at all
poem by David Whalen
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0025 If you were me, I'd be you, too - one for Plato
If we were all exactly the same,
what would the effect be?
would life be simpler,
and totally boring with it?
and poetry, unnecessary?
for instance, you'd know
how much I love you
down to the very first and last eyelash of a kiss
so I wouldn't need to write
a poem about it
and you'd know that
and I'd know that
but you'd know that
although I know
you know that
there would still be
the miracle
that when I look at you
I see a finer image of myself
reflected in your eyes
would that go, or stay,
if I were you,
and you were me?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Truth is here
Truth is here in the history
In the civilisation fully
Resumed and it is a poem.
The relation we have made
With the stone with the flower
With the bird with the sky
Not ours.
The truth is in our
Poetic world ours only ours
And we move forward
In search of another world
That is purely poetic
Purely in truth
Purely in peace
Purely in harmony.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Curiosity in children, is but an appetite for knowledge. One great reason why children abandon themselves wholly to silly pursuits and trifle away their time insipidly is, because they find their curiosity balked, and their inquiries neglected.
quote by John Locke
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Unfinished Notes
I don't do accolades.
Like the ones who do it.
With the giving of them freely.
I've been wounded too many times,
By the telling of explicit truths.
And when I realized this done,
Had been to discourage me...
From my pursuits,
Only then did I become serious.
With a choosing I could prove,
To myself 'first' with a doing.
I needed to achieve my best.
And not leave behind unfinished notes,
I wrote to suggest I made attempts...
To appease the ease of an outgrowing I felt,
Of an accepted mediocrity I knew too well.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Palmistry
if the palmists be true
we hold our dear precious life
in our palm
all day, all night
yet is not capable
of altering the slightest bit
in the first instance - birth
and last instance - death
well, did god create these ten fingers
for me to count disappointments? ignorance?
see, all things holdable including ourselves
would soon turn to ashes and fly -
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The general laws of Nature are not, for the most part, immediate objects of perception. They are either inductive inferences from a large body of facts, the common truth in which they express, or, in their origin at least, physical hypotheses of a causal nature serving to explain phenomena with undeviating precision, and to enable us to predict new combinations of them. They are in all cases, and in the strictest sense of the term, probable conclusions, approaching, indeed, ever and ever nearer to certainty, as they receive more and more of the confirmation of experience. But of the character of probability, in the strict and proper sense of that term, they are never wholly divested. On the other hand, the knowledge of the laws of the mind does not require as its basis any extensive collection of observations. The general truth is seen in the particular instance, and it is not confirmed by the repetition of instances.
quote by George Boole
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For after all what is man in nature? A nothing in relation to infinity, all in relation to nothing, a central point between nothing and all and infinitely far from understanding either. The ends of things and their beginnings are impregnably concealed from him in an impenetrable secret. He is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness out of which he was drawn and the infinite in which he is engulfed.
quote by Blaise Pascal
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Feel Fine
Your eyes are like wine
Only you enjoy and feel fine
Love is to be enjoyed
Drink it and stay rejoiced
Why do to ask assurance?
It has happened by chance
You have entered arena at once
Love more and more hence
No, no, you are not slave
Just remain in limit and nicely behave
As it is not the only attraction
But nice and dignified relation
How come it can end so soon?
It may brightly shine in noon
You are like shining star
You can never remain far
My hart beats for you
This is not some what but wholly true
You were he one I loved most
Why do you think of it as expensive with cost?
Love is not mere intoxication
But certainly means to go and create relation
You can swim or sink under its shadow
Better choose the one that may nicely follow
You are expected to perform
Within norm s and inform
To your life partner what you think for future
Hold her hand and positively assure
It may certainly be spell bound
And same is seen and all over found
But its spell must end in best result
Where there should be no concern for insult
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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