The world's a scene of changes, and to be constant, in nature were inconstancy.
quote by Abraham Cowley
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There is nothing in this world constant, but inconstancy.
quote by Jonathan Swift
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0237 The Mind
Sometimes we curse the restlessness of mind;
forgetting it's God's gift, this restlessness:
for this will never cease until it find
that which it seeks: its still and perfect rest.
Without that restlessness, the angry man,
once angered, then would never leave that state;
an artist, end no better than began;
and our delusions never would abate.
The instability of human mind
more constant than its owner, ever roams
like bee, for nectar of a finer kind:
the rest, the peace, the love of God alone.
So love the constant mind's inconstancy;
so faithful in its search for unity.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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No Difference (For Hune)
it is in the dissolution of self
that the self is revealed...
in various and innumerable forms,
constant birth and dying,
constant evolving...
yet never constant!
wave after wave,
individual in nature,
yet plural in nature.
ocean, wave, ocean!
the half burnt candle,
and the star exploding,
no difference!
the child playing with sticks and stones,
and the pyramids...
no difference!
the lone man standing on the mountaintop,
and a million starving children...
no difference!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fascinated With The Notion
On a daily basis,
Mother Nature is underestimated.
De-valued and unappreciated.
And given little if any respect.
And all that Mother Nature is...
We still take that power that is there,
To eliminate us completely off the scene...
As something Mother Nature will not do.
Although there remains a few of a negligent mindset,
Developing weapons to test to destroy Mother Nature's best...
That have become fascinated with the notion,
Mother Nature can't wait to have them rock her world.
As if 'she' is not prepared to let them have it where it hurts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Beautiful Nature
Nature is the beauty of the earth
The essential part of life,
It is the existence of humanity
Although there is constant strife.
Nature is rather appealing
The image of its green,
The human eye can testify
Its a gracious sight to be seen
Nature gives us fruit and water
Our blessings from the holy king,
It purifies and cleanses the body and soul
Its amazing what nature can bring.
Nature is sometimes downgraded
By the evils of mankind,
But nature brings herself back up
And she will not be left behind!
I love nature and appreciate everything it gives us...you should too!
poem by Genesis Learny
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Thirteen Lines
A brain peered through stoic eyes;
Yet all it saw was rendered into
Flawed interpretation –
No honoured contemplation of a
Gluon, muon, quark of any flavour;
Nor a vision or conception of its world
Within a universe anthropic in its physical laws,
Inside a boundless multiverse.
All it gleaned and modelled
Bore parochialism well beyond belief! –
Delusional perhaps.
Survival only matters here on planet Earth –
Evolution saw to that.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Holy Sonnet XIX: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One
Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one:
Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot
A constant habit; that when I would not
I change in vows, and in devotion.
As humorous is my contrition
As my profane love, and as soon forgot:
As riddlingly distempered, cold and hot,
As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none.
I durst not view heaven yesterday; and today
In prayers and flattering speeches I court God:
Tomorrow I quake with true fear of his rod.
So my devout fits come and go away
Like a fantastic ague; save that here
Those are my best days, when I shake with feare.
poem by John Donne
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The Scene
The Scene
(Graham Russell, Mark Towner Williams, Cliff Rehrig)
It's another lovely day
Are we still so far away
And how can I share it with you
It's not easy to believe
Are we both about to leave
Without ever saying, I do
I still love you
(Chorus)
Just make me part of the scene
Say we're together, always forever
And everything else in between
Just say we're part of the scene
I don't want to hear it, I just couldn't bear it
If things weren't as good as they seem
You can say I'm not the one
That a lot of faith has gone
The bridges were never quite crossed
Every grain of truth, we deny or prove
Is somewhere before it gets lost
And is found again
(Repeat Chorus)
What if these feelings are all in my head
Flying around me in a world of their own
What if there's nothing that needs to be said
(Repeat Chorus)
Just say we're part of the scene
Say we're together, always forever
And everything else in between
Just say we're part of the scene
Just say we're part of the scene
Just say we're part of the scene
song performed by by Air Supply
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The Meeting of the Waters
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;
Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart,
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green;
'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill,
Oh! no, -- it was something more exquisite still.
'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near,
Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear,
And who felt how the best charms of nature improve,
When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest
In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best,
Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease,
And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
poem by Thomas Moore
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Holy Sonnet XIX: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One
Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one:
Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot
A constant habit; that when I would not
I change in vows, and in devotion.
As humorous is my contrition
As my profane love, and as soon forgot:
As riddlingly distempered, cold and hot,
As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none.
I durst not view heaven yesterday; and today
In prayers and flattering speeches I court God:
Tomorrow I quake with true fear of his rod.
So my devout fits come and go away
Like a fantastic ague; save that here
Those are my best days, when I shake with fear.
poem by John Donne
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It is an error to imagine that evolution signifies a constant tendency to increased perfection. That process undoubtedly involves a constant remodelling of the organism in adaptation to new conditions; but it depends on the nature of those conditions whether the directions of the modifications effected shall be upward or downward.
quote by Thomas H. Huxley
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Holy Sonnet 19
Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one:
Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot
A constant habit; that when I would not
I change in vows, and in devotion.
As humorous is my contrition
As my profane love, and as soon forgot:
As riddlingly distempered, cold and hot,
As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none.
I durst not view heaven yesterday; and today
In prayers and flattering speeches I court God:
Tomorrow I quake with true fear of his rod.
So my devout fits come and go away
Like a fantastic ague; save that here
Those are my best days, when I shake with feare.
poem by John Donne from Holy Sonnets
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Holy Sonnet XIX: Oh, to Vex Me
Oh, to vex me, contraryes meet in one:
Inconstancy unnaturally hath begott
A constant habit; that when I would not
I change in vowes, and in devotione.
As humorous is my contritione
As my prophane Love, and as soone forgott:
As ridlingly distemper'd, cold and hott,
As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none.
I durst not view heaven yesterday; and to day
In prayers, and flattering speaches I court God:
To morrow I quake with true feare of his rod.
So my devout fitts come and go away
Like a fantistique Ague: save that here
Those are my best dayes, when I shake with feare.
poem by John Donne
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Innocence Found
In a world where innocence is lost so quickly, I pondered if it
truly exists at all. Where does one go to find it . . . this freedom of a pure, existence amidst an age-old classroom called life who teaches that innocence is best ignored. It was when I stopped looking that I was able to "see" a world with an
abundance of innocence and I chose it for my guide. Stop for a
moment and watch nature. Listen to all that is to be heard; for , this is
the true teacher of all living things. The smell of a rose, the call of a
wolf, the sight of a bird in flight. Nature's untainted innocence is
responsible for all these things. Nature hears no voice but it's own; yet, speaks to all who will listen. A
voice as constant as a rising sun or branches swaying in the
wind . . . for these are the soft-spoken words of innocence.
poem by Cheryl Greear
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Landon Bay
Nature
Updated January 21,2008
LANDON BAY
OPUS 41
The gentle breeze puts leaves to sway.
Light ripples caress the glassy sheen.
The red sloop is moored in Landon Bay
An idyllic setting, so serene.
Distant islands off the tree-lined point,
Covered with a haze of misty gray.
Somehow, time is out of joint,
Close to the town of Gananoque.
When gazing on this peaceful scene,
One wonders why this place is here,
Or if the presence of a single scream,
Could make this setting disappear?
Why are the terrors of the outside world
Distributed, among us, so unevenly?
Why are some places lovely to behold,
And others filled with agony?
While some of us feel only pain,
And life is constant misery,
Here is the locus of the Lord's domain,
And nature cries with sympathy.
Perhaps, it is to let us know,
That sanctuary still is found,
Where spirit can begin to grow,
And love can wax on fertile ground.
Written at Landon Bay, Ontario.
Steven B. Taylor
August 31,1997
poem by Steven B. Taylor
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Music Of The Thunder
Music of the thunder is sweet
To our ears indeed a great treat!
Rhyme and rhythm, you can find and hear
Evanescence of life seen here!
Early in the morning a joy
In the nature's hand a nice toy!
Withered trees, parched land scene of woe
Starved people, dying cattle - oh!
Nature played music of thunder
Accompanied by great wonder!
Streak of lightning, lashings of rain
Swelling of streams and rivers main!
Melody of thunder and rain
Great reliever of farmers' pain!
Sans water the world exists not
All living beings on earth rot!
Thunder hurts me not, nor a threat
Indeed a music - nature's pet!
I love nature, I love thunder
What a great nature-made wonder!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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In Nature's World Nature's Wonders Do Abound
In Nature's World Nature's wonders do abound
The billions of ants that crawl around the ground
The trillions of flying things beetles, flies and bees
That buzz around the blossom laden trees.
In Nature's World the birds sing every day
And migratory waders from the Northlands far away
On the southern beaches searching for insects ten thousand miles or more
From their birthplace on the cold Artic shore.
In Nature's World a bird i often hear and see
In the Town park the black and white pee wee
With little variation in his song
Pee wee pee wee he calls out all day long.
Of Nature's World so much to learn and know
Of how the plants and flowers and grasses grow
And though many of Nature's wonders to recall
Her best kept secrets she hides from us all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Big Sleep
Sing low the baby 'cos we're here tonight
Together everyone is here in sight
The world and them, no they don't see our sky
But no it isn't right
Wash all the clothes when he is here in sight
I couldn't even be and try to hide
You've got my baby till the day I die
It's so cold outside
Here comes the big sleep scene in my eyes
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Here comes the big sleep scene in my eyes
I go away 'cos daddy wasn't feeling right
The clouds passing by me in the moonlight
No coming down now that I've got the time
Oh, I was born to fly
Here comes the big sleep scene in my eyes
Here comes the big sleep scene in my eyes
Here comes the big sleep scene in my eyes
song performed by by Texas
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Big Sleep
Sing low the baby 'cos we're here tonight
Together everyone is here in sight
The world and them, no they don't see our sky
But no it isn't right
Wash all the clothes when he is here in sight
I couldn't even be and try to hide
You've got my baby till the day I die
It's so cold outside
Here comes the big sleep scene in my eyes
INSTRUMENTAL
Here comes the big sleep scene in my eyes
I go away 'cos daddy wasn't feeling right
The clouds passing by me in the moonlight
No coming down now that I've got the time
Oh, I was born to fly
Here comes the big sleep scene in my eyes
Here comes the big sleep scene in my eyes
Here comes the big sleep scene in my eyes
song performed by by Texas
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Mandkind vs. Nature
Nature
It fills teh world
With untold beauty
Nature
It provieds a home
for mandkind and animal alike
Mankind
It fills the world
with dense smog
Mankind
It destroys the world
and nature
Mankind
and
Nature
fight an endless battle
poem by Wendelin Weird
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