There is something dark and wintry about the atmosphere of the later Middle Ages.
quote by Lytton Strachey
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Dark Ages
I am coming out of dark ages
And I lived half way through my life
Also I got my hand dirty in the mud a long time ago
I did it and got my tshirt and that job is over
I am coming out of dark ages
Because I spent most of my life in dark ages
And I saw so many dark skies while I went through my life in dark ages
I am coming ou of the dark ages
To help the children in their daily life
By teaching what is right and wrong
Because the children needs to learn what is right and wrong
So they don't became a criminal when they grew up
Because here on earrth are full of criminals already and we have more than What we can handle
I am coming out of the dark ages
To show my love to the children that lives here on the earth with us
I am coming out of the dark ages
Because I want to play with the children everyday here on the earth Because I know that I can make the children happy for once
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Cloud and atmosphere
Clouds appear
In the atmosphere
Atmosphere remained
Uncontaminated by clouds
Clouds is not always present
In the atmosphere
Atmosphere exists
Even when there is no clouds.
There is no clouds
There is atmosphere
There is no atmosphere
There is no clouds
Clouds is atmosphere
Atmosphere is not clouds.
Atmosphere exists in its own beings
Clouds has no separate existence
You are my atmosphere
I'm your cloud
Pray
Make me always clear
And in good use.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Pop Pop and Sizzle
When you've been re-mated,
With someone you hate...
But love...
With all your heart.
Nothing is between or in the middle.
This is known by two who do those things they do...
In the dark!
Pop pop and sizzle!
Nothing is between or in the middle.
This is known by two who do those things they do...
In the dark!
When you've stopped debating...
Who gives what and how to you.
You'll wake up to know what was,
Has not changed.
It was there when you had your head up,
In the clouds.
Pop pop and sizzle!
Nothing is between or in the middle.
This is known by two who do those things they do...
In the dark!
When you've been re-mated,
With someone you hate...
But love...
With all your heart.
Nothing's in between in the middle.
But-a pop pop and sizzle!
OH..and,
Nothing's in between in the middle.
But-a pop pop and sizzle!
OH...and,
Nothing's in between in the middle.
But-a pop pop and sizzle!
OH...and,
Nothing's in between in the middle.
But-a pop pop and sizzle!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The tendency to gather and to breed philosophers in universities does not belong to ages of free and humane reflection: it is scholastic and proper to the Middle Ages and to Germany.
quote by George Santayana
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Matrix of Illusory
We are living in the, in the dark ages
Haven't seen some daylight in what seems ages
All the information is locked far beyond
Locked in circuits and bathed in silicon
And we're fast asleep with our dreams seething in
And though all is still we are still breathing
But it's him in the dark, he makes me null and void
But it's him in the dark
I think I’m paranoid
A world of half-truths, what goes
Locked in my mental prison I never chose
And the dark is cold with hands freezing
This inner keep seems strangely pleasing
While the masters receive facelifts
We button-pushers work decades-long shifts
And free men are free to subjugate under nine to five
Must be self-extinction that keeps us alive
We are living in the, in the dark ages
Haven't seen some daylight in what seems ages
All the information is locked far beyond
Locked in circuits and bathed in season
The Age of Enlightenment, the Age of Reason
It’s some big brother in the dark, he makes me sense it all
Big brother in the dark
I think it’s only a cell wall
In a matrix of illusory, where to flee
Imprisoned in mind until we find the key
poem by Mason Maestro
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The dark ages still reign over all humanity, and the depth and persistence of this domination are only now becoming clear. This Dark Ages prison has no steel bars, chains, or locks. Instead, it is locked by misorientation and built of misinformation.
quote by Buckminster Fuller
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War in America
In this sad country there will be a bitter war,
Not from foreign peoples who would attack us,
But between our very rich and hopeless poor.
There’ll be death and destruction as the war rages,
While wealthy choke the waning middle class.
As history repeats the tragic Dark Middle Ages.
When the middle class has only bitterness and hate,
Opportunities for peace will then be too late.
When they realize that the rich will never yield,
They’ll take their hopes and causes to the battle field.
The rich will have the best arms that money can buy.
The power of the poor will be in their angry numbers
And their desire to effect changes in their lots or die.
Man can go to the moon, create an internet, cure cancer.
But put rich politicians with no conscience in a room;
They’ll languish and war in America will be the answer.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The Crystal (Part II of A True Experience)
the multi-storey perhaps three storey
grim and desolate building
-so dark and devoid of love-
struck me like the one i saw recently
in Wuthering Heights, the 1930s
black and white British film
as the dream came on,
something inside told me,
it was a building where such
a chilling tragedy did strike
shadows, echoes and a
menacing atmosphere overran
the rundown building
there was no door except
an opening to a dark interior
cold as caves
Wuthering Heights where memories
only cut through the heart and wounds
to set them bleeding once more
the beau and belle so
completely overwhelmed by love
their despair still eats up
every moment here
my family quite strangely
i thought were all up there
looking at the furniture,
decor, relics perhaps
i felt the rush to join them
but was held back by the
intimidating atmosphere
that resulted in a drenched feeling
flitting bats threw their shadows
as they looked relentlessly for a corner
to hook on as home
a big black dog barked
from the dark hall, another one ran
onto the scene but miserably failed
to warm the place up
a middle aged depressive
looking caucasian male
walked from one side of the buidling
stared at me, before i was summoned
back to the darkness of my room
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Two Swans
There's a big park just close to where we live —
Trees in a row
And shaggy grass whereon the dead leaves blow.
And in the middle round a great lagoon
The fair yachts sail
In loveliness that makes the water pale.
Last night I went to walk along the road
Beside the park
And feel the kisses of the wintry dark.
It's the best place to watch the evening come
For mists are there
And lights and shadows and the lake is fair
And last night looking up I saw two swans
Fly overhead
With long black necks and their white wings outspread.
Above the houses citywards they went,
An arrowy pair
In secret — white and black and dark and fair.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Can The Middle Of The Darkest Night/Be Morning?
CAN THE MIDDLE OF THE DARKEST NIGHT/ BE MORNING?
Can the middle of the darkest night
Be morning?
Can we begin again
When all seems lost?
Is there a way out
When there seems no way out?
The dark rain falls and the dark rain gives all living things life
But in the middle of the night
Inside
The warmth and the walls say all.
Can we begin again?
Can I begin again?
I don’t know.
Morning light will come again to the world.
But will it come for me?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Atmosphere of nature
The field is green
The sky is blue
The sun is shining,
I feel so new
It’s the atmosphere of nature
When the sky is grey
Thundering and lightning
Predators catch there prey
Except some that got away
It’s the atmosphere of nature
Its light and its morning
I can hear the birds singing
And the children’s laughter
Swaying away like a lullaby
It’s the atmosphere of nature
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
Nature is too
It’s the atmosphere of nature…
poem by Maryam Kazmi
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The atmosphere of nature
The field is green
The sky is blue
The sun is shining,
I feel so new
It’s the atmosphere of nature
When the sky is grey
Thundering and lightning
Predators catch there prey
Except some that got away
It’s the atmosphere of nature
Its light and its morning
I can hear the birds singing
And the children’s laughter
Swaying away like a lullaby
It’s the atmosphere of nature
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
Nature is too
It’s the atmosphere of nature…
poem by Maryam Kazmi
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The three ages of man: youth, middle age and 'my word you do look well'.
quote by June Whitfield
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Can’t Breathe This Greed Industrialization
atmosphere
provide
oxygen
atmosphere
provide
carbon dioxide
atmosphere provide
for plants animals
seal in an ecosystem
atmosphere
guardian part
of water cycle
complex interactions
elements in atmosphere
without atmosphere
there would
be possible
no life at all
give me a little
of my God given air
of my God created air
give me a little
so i may breathe in renewed
complex wonder of creation
pollution sticks in my throat
burns eyes throat burns
mankind is burning creation
can’t breathe this
greed
industrialization
give
me less greenhouse
gases
earth pump
as God created
engineered
give me
a little
clean air
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The intolerance of the Middle, and even later, Ages, is a fact all too familiar to every one.
quote by Ethan A. Hitchcock
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Picture Me
Picture me on a cold, wintry day,
the snow crunching under my feet,
snow flakes kiss me as we meet.
They whirl and twirl in wintry dance,
on the look-out for romance.
My joyous heart beats its wintry song,
I once again feel young and strong,
Revitalized and energized, I record
my footprints in the snow to tell
this day has not gone by,
watching through a window pane,
the magic wonder of transformed rain.
poem by Elke Nigro
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Winter Love Song
My heart is now in dark
As the day dimly goes
In the wintry cold and spark
As the winter now grows
Summer feeling deep in heart
Only memories now on
Kisses and touches apart
To yesterdays now gone
Summer feeling we had everywhere
Burned in yellow brown leaves
Red and gold is still thou here
In those moments of old grieves
Every hour is in a silence deep
Through the streets we walk alone
Nothing but old memories to keep
With this dark and wintry tone
I miss my roses red
All the sunshine flowers
My garden's an empty bed
In these lonely hours
Summer feeling deep in heart
Only memories now on
Kisses and touches apart
To yesterdays now gone
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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In The Middle
IN THE MIDDLE
In the middle of the unending darkness that stretches on beyond forever
In the middle of the vast nowhere whose name has no shadow and no space
In the middle of all the generations whose anonymous past will be complemented by their overextended futures,
In the middle of the mass of nameless mankind featureless
In the middle of all that is and ever has been
In the middle of what was and will be always forever not
In the middle
In one small moment whose end is unpredictable
While the light still shines on the green green world
And the love and joy in the faces and hearts we care for still breathe
In the middle of the moment before consciousness is lost forever
Somewhere nowhere who knows where how
In the middle of all we are and will never be now
In the now of this life
I write these lines for all of us
Passing dreams
Beautiful great souls
True human beings
Better than me and you
And only me and you
For all of us
In the middle
Before the lights go out
And the endless darkness
Is silence and breathlessness
And nothing whatever real
We can feel or be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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In the absence of evidence, superstition. It's a Middle Ages thing. That's my theory anyway.
quote by Tucker Carlson
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Generals think war should be waged like the tourneys of the Middle Ages. I have no use for knights; I need revolutionaries.
quote by Adolf Hitler
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