If you cry 'Forward' you must without fail make plain in what direction to go. Don't you see that if, without doing so, you call out the word to both a monk and a revolutionary, they will go in directions precisely opposite
quote by Anton Chekhov
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If you cry 'forward', you must without fail make plain in what direction to go.
quote by Anton Chekhov
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Too Many Waves
They weren't friends by any means,
but they waved just the same.
They were going in opposite directions
from where they had just came.
Countless more waves followed,
but no one had anything to say.
I suppose that is the way things are
when you go in the opposite way.
When you cut a wave by direction
the cut heals without delay.
There are just too many waves to count,
when you sail the opposite way.
poem by Tex T Sarnie
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Art Of Title
The description, the distinction
The display, the design
The divider, the destination
It could be a word, it could be a long sentence
It could be straight forward, it could be the study itself
It could come in the blink of eye, it could be debated for days
The tell sign, the trade mark
The teaser, the track
The theme, the talk
It could be brilliant, it could be plain
It is well thought, it could be just a joke
It is a true philosopher, or just for formality tag
The word, the emphasis
The color, the tone
The size, the graphic
The rule of attention, the opposite direction
The bold line, the creative mind
The first impression, the face of decision
Don't judge a book by its title
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Your proximity means a lot to me
Your proximity means a lot to me
Yes, it means a lot to me to be with you
And to be intimately close to you
Not just a physical togetherness
But with a soulful oneness with you
You have been the drive of my life so far
But here and there I missed you
As I chose to act differently from your direction
You never let me down any time
You kept your watch on me
Not uttering a word
Though you maintain a silence I know
What you expect me to do
That will please you
Your directions are not always worldly wise
Your directions are not always fetching
Your directions are not always rewarding
Your directions are often different from acquired wisdom
Your directions are not taught in any school
We understand them from the experience of not life, but of living
Still your proximity means a lot to me
It leaves behind a great satisfaction
After being with you and after having acted upon your direction
When I look back
I understand that
Actions performed as per your directions
Never made me regret them
Though at the time of acting
I needed lot strength than what I require
When I am acting on the path of acquired wisdom
Your proximity means a lot to me
Oh my love, that is hidden deeply in my heart
And you are different from
The wisdom planted in the mind
And gathered in life
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Kremlin Dusk
All along I was searching for my Lenore,
And the words of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe.
Now I'm sober and nevermore
Will the raven come to bother me at home?
Calling you, calling you home
You-u, calling you, calling you home...
By the door you said you had to go.
Couldn't help me any-any more.
This I saw coming long before,
So I kept on staring out the window.
Calling you, calling you home
You-u, calling you, calling you home...
I am a natural entertainer.
Aren't we all holding pieces of dying ember?
I'm just trying to remember who I can call
Who can I call?
Ohhh! Calling you, calling you
I promise secret propaganda.
Aren't we all hiding pieces of broken anger.
I'm just trying to remember who I can call
That I - I - I can...
Born in a war of opposite attracion,
It isn't, or is it a natural conception.
Torn by the arms in the opposite direction,
So is it, or is it a modernist reaction.
Born in a war of opposite attracion,
It isn't, or is it a natural conception.
Torn by the arms in the opposite direction,
So is it, or is it a modernist reaction.
(in background:)
Born in a war of opposite attraction,
It isn't, or is it a natural conception.
Torn by the arms in the opposite direction,
So is it, or is it a modernist reaction...
Is it like this? Is it always the same?
When a heartache begins, is it like this?
Do you like this? Where you always the same?
Will you come back again? Do you like this?
Is it always the same,
And will you come back again?
Do you like this?
Oh, do you like this?
Is it like this? Is it always the same?
If you change the fine lines, would you tell me?
Is it like this? Is it always the same?
When a heartache begins, is it like this?
If you like this, will you remember my name?
Will you play it again, if you like this?
song performed by by Utada Hikaru
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Now all oscillatory movements of such an electron can be conceived of as being split up into force, and two circular oscillations perpendicular to this direction rotating in opposite directions.
quote by Pieter Zeeman
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To Our Destination
They wear a direction for their utmost pleasure,
The direction is either north or south,
Not west or east, like the compass shows,
The directions are clearly seen with balanced vision.
They must reach their destination with safety,
Licking its food, fulfilling the commands
And realising less danger, for danger is clearly erected.
The north is where food is, the south is an opposite direction,
We wear a proper bracelet, golden and silver and diamond,
These are the jewels of the adventurer,
One to take on the rivers and mountains is the ruby.
So pleasurable is the journey we have designed,
Mapping the way home with zeal.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Change Directions
Change directions
I'm not happy; so I'm deprressed
That's the way it goes in my book
I'm the best or I'm the worst?
If anything could change,
The paint on my house
The program on my tv
The direction the wind goes
It has to be for the better
I don't see how
There could ever be
I worse paint color
I worse program on my tv
A worse direction for the wind
So please,
Owner, change the paint color
Boss, change the tv program
Earth, make the wind change directions
Make the wind change directions
Change dircetions
poem by Emily Muniz
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An Expectation Of Familiarity
Exhausted from the process of moving forward,
Has left many out of breath...
Without taking viable steps.
Weaving through those who protest new directions,
Is like getting a child to think of eating vegetables...
As best for their health.
Unless perceptions change...
Directions to communicate corrections,
Will not benefit swift actions that call for it.
Even though people say they seek change,
The implementation and the quality...
Has to have an expectation of familiarity.
Or the affect of it will not be accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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David Bowies Revolutionary Song
When people call us revolutionary
Theyre just tryin to see
All that we choose
When all we want is everybody free
The universe would be one brotherhood
It isnt wrong to be prepared to fight
Together to unite if we believe
In giving everything our heart and soul
Until we reach the goal we should achieve
It shouldnt matter if were brown or white
Yellow or black as night to anyone
Were all born equal with the self same rights
Sharing the same daylight under the sun
If loving freedom makes me quality
Of opportunity is where revolutionary
Constantly, fervently, firmly
Revolutionary
song performed by by David Bowie
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The older you get, the more you realize you're drifting toward a direction, and sometimes your significant other drifts into an opposite direction. You can't blame anybody for it.
City Sluts
City sluts
gyrate eastward on 27th St.
with their skirts high on their thigh.
They blow you a kiss
and lick their ruby lips
with their tongues.
And if you look like you’re game,
they’ll come close to find out
what you like to do.
City sluts
are waitin’ for you
westbound 42nd St..
They bleach their hair blonde
and wear black leather
with spiked heels.
And they talk dirty to you
cause they think you like it like that.
City sluts
are mighty confused
while wondering either direction on 53rd St..
They’re looking for business
but find sluts of the opposite sex.
But what the heck,
they call me over
for supposed directions,
as I cross the street at Lexington.
City sluts,
undo my zipper,
get me all clammy,
and hand me a $20
when they are through.
poem by by unknown author
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White Hair
i let the years pass on my busy days
this and that
those and there and here
contemplation is a monk and he has not come
my door is open
and the crowd came in. Leaves of years keep
falling like it is caused by the cyclone
of my moving forward onward
this and that and those and there and everywhere
until one moment when the last white hair fell
and then i shudder
to all these and that and those and there and here
and nowhere
and nothing, until the monk in saffron cloth came
asking me
if i am finally going.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Yee, Of Little Faith
Why are you heading in the other direction?
Didn't you just hear it confirmed,
By those in leadership positions...
They are confident in their decision,
To ensure a satisfactory ending to all...
Who have endured and promise they do,
In succeeding to fulfill each and every need.
'Yes.
I heard exactly what was said.
However...
The key word 'YOUR' was missing.
Leaving 'THEIR' needs implied.
And I have learned to listen.
That is why I am heading in the opposite direction.
And...
Although I can not guarantee to succeed,
In fulfilling each and every need I have...
I know, without a doubt,
Where my focus will be.'
Yee, of little faith!
'Yo, of overdosed promised hope.
Later! '
Good luck?
'I'm glad you questioned that.
You took those words right out of my mouth.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Feel So Light Like A Fur, Like A Feather
i finish some things today. Missions ending in
like a report rated excellent. Self-steem. Steaming
self-worth because i am doing things right.
The vigor of vanity subsumed like a folded
cloth in the cabinet. White, so white like light
from the window pane. No chirping bird. No
banging of the door. No closed window.
Plain sky. Plain sun. Plain day.
My heart listens. My arms fold. My hands clasp.
I breathe a breastful of air from your scented body.
I love this way of finishing a relationship.
We make love and then without saying any word
We part ways.
No sadness. Just a relish of memories.
No regrets. Just a body of memories. Streams of thoughts.
Unbounded. Unblocked by what they want to say.
Who cares? We had it, and that was enough fuel to make us
Move to another direction. To propel us to heights beyond our control.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This word...
This word is life,
this word is love,
this word is peace and this word makes you live it needs no complications.
So this is a word.
A word thats happines that word that lifts you up
its a word thats against all bad its a word that needs no piracy.
Its forgiving after you corrupted the word
this word is easy to call easy to spell easy to use easy to write even a dumbest pesom will spell it. Its useful
its artistic and intelligent
this
this
this word is powerful
make use of it
for it never turns its back on its word...
poem by Ernest Makuakua
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An Entry In A Diary Today...
there is this anger that is brewing inside me
my mouth is like the sea that is covering the mouth of an emerging volcano
no words that hurt
just plain cool silence
like breeze from the distant mountains from those trees and grassy hills
i am disfigured for each eye looks at the opposite direction
my hands are not coordinating with the direction that the feet are making
i ask my wife: is this how is it to be insane?
she is patient as always. a woman
the nurturing and motherly figure.
there is nothing wrong with you, she assures me
they're a mess and you cannot endure it anymore
the park is well lighted tonight
there is no drizzle of rain
some flowers are blooming along the path leading to the seashore
it is our night and we are safe now.
then we talk about other matters that are not part of the day's trouble.
we are still here. we breathe.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Man's Inhumanity To Man
All people, places and events share a Karmic connection,
And no deed is left untethered to this inter-relation
Of consequence, -for every action, there is an equal, but opposite, reaction!
A wave in one direction is an ebb in the opposite direction;
So too, for a depraved indifference to humanity-
Somehow, you shall be repayed for this insanity,
Whether it happens in this life or the next
Is not known; Though, I admit, I am perplexed
That it has not happened as of yet-
Why do I still await the time when I may forget
The past and allow my fragile heart to finally heal?
I suppose, only when you may no longer steal
My 'todays' and sully my 'tomorrows'-
When you are no longer responsible for my sorrows!
-Maurice Harris,27 July 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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Any intelligent fool can make things bigger and more complex... It takes a touch of genius - and a lot of courage to move in the opposite direction.
quote by Albert Einstein
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Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius -- and a lot of courage -- to move in the opposite direction.
quote by E.F. Schumacher
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