I want to make a summing up, brief and to the point, but thorough. I have never suppressed a word in my books out of regard for other people and their prejudices.
quote by John Henry Mackay
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I would point out that the cultural advance of these people has been suppressed in the past and continues to be suppressed in the present by policies designed to keep them in ignorance.
quote by Hideki Tojo
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Prejudices are so to speak the mechanical instincts of men: through their prejudices they do without any effort many things they would find too difficult to think through to the point of resolving to do them.
quote by Georg C. Lichtenberg
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The Eternal Twins: Love And Hate
It consumes without regard
It shape without regard
It bends you to its will
We are helpless in its power
We look for it but it finds us
It devours without regard
It destroys without regard
It brought nations to its knees
And lifted its people
It gives power without regard
It enslaves without regard
We are but pebbles in its wake
When it overflows in us
And yet.... Its ugly twin holds
Power over it
It consumes without regard
It shapes without regard
It bends you to its will
We are helpless in its power....
poem by Leonid Gonzalez
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXIII: Complimentary
Some regard it as an honor
Some regard it as a burden
Some regard it as a formality
Some regard it as a flattery
Some regard it as an improver
Some regard it as an insult
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Books Are Burning
Books are burning
In the main square, and I saw there
The first eating the text
Books are burning
In the still air
And you know where they burn books
People are next
I believe the printed word should be forgiven
Doesnt matter what it said
Wisdom hotline from the dead back to the living
Key to the larder for your heart and head
Books are burning
In our own town, watch us turn round
And cast our glances elsewhere
Books are burning
In the playground
Smell of burnt book is not unlike human hair
I believe the printed word is more than sacred
Beyond the gauge of good or bad
The human right to let your soul fly free and naked
Above the violence of the fearful and sad
The church of matches
Anoints in ignorance with gasoline
The church of matches
Grows fat by breathing in the smoke of dreams
Its quite obscene
Books are burning
More each day now, and I pray now
You boys will tire of these games
Books are burning
I hope somehow, this will allow
A phoenix up from the flames
song performed by by Xtc
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Books
The universe (which others call the library). . .
-Jorge Luis Borges
Books which are stitched up the center with coarse white thread
Books on the beach with sunglass-colored pages
Books about food with pictures of weeping grapefruits
Books about baking bread with browned corners
Books about long-haired Frenchmen with uncut pages
Books of erotic engravings with pages that stick
Books about inns whose stars have sputtered out
Books of illuminations surrounded by darkness
Books with blank pages & printed margins
Books with fanatical footnotes in no-point type
Books with book lice
Books with rice-paper pastings
Books with book fungus blooming over their pages
Books with pages of skin with flesh-colored bindings
Books by men in love with the letter O
Books which smell of earth whose pages turn
poem by Erica Jong
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Books
Books take me to a place like no other
When I'm reading no one else madders
All my problems go away and it's just my books and me.
Books I like that word but when I read
My mom and dad and all my brothers and sisters go away
And I'm left there with no one but a book.
And then I pick it up and the word isn't so empty any more
It's full again. Like when you're a kid and your mom or dad
Come home after a long trip without you and you missed them
And then you're crying, laughing and happy all at the same time.
That how I get with a book I just found.
Happy because it's by my favorite Author but yet sad because
The book ended with questions still in my head.
And laughing because it was funny at one point in the book.
I love that felling when I pick up a book.
How do you fell when you pick up a book?
Happy, sad, a funny felling? You tell me please come on now don't be shy.
poem by Alley Rodriguez
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Beware prejudices. They are like rats, and men's minds are like traps; prejudices get in easily, but it is doubtful if they ever get out.
quote by Lord Jeffrey
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Prejudices in disfavor of a person fix deeper, and are much more difficult to be removed, than prejudices in favor.
quote by Samuel Richardson
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The prejudices of ignorance are more easily removed than the prejudices of interest; the first are all blindly adopted, the second willfully preferred.
quote by George Bancroft
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Hoarder Or Collector (Fun Poem 101)
Some of us are hoarders
and we don’t know where to stop.
We say we are collectors,
of rubbish maybe.
For a long time I have loved books
and collected every waif and stray.
People gave them to me by the dozen
and I never turned them away.
My collecting went so mad
I have now ten thousand or more
within my library.
Enough is enough I would say,
but still more arrived.
Now I don’t live in a house anymore,
as it has become a library.
There are books in every room
and not just one or two,
but dozens and dozens of them.
Everywhere you go;
there are books here and there.
Now I must down size
and my problem is
which ones do I let go,
and then I think
I might want to read a couple of them.
I am confused at what to do.
I know if I don’t do it soon
we won’t be able to
even get into the loo!
19 April 2009
Author’s note:
Loo is a word we use instead of saying Toilet. And, yes, I have that many books and I do have to get rid of some.
DVH
poem by David Harris
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The much vaunted male logic isn't logical, because they display prejudices against half the human race that are considered prejudices according to any dictionary definition.
The paradoxes of today are the prejudices of tomorrow, since the most benighted and the most deplorable prejudices have had their moment of novelty when fashion lent them its fragile grace.
quote by Marcel Proust
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The Power of One
One second might not tell
When held against an hour
One hour might not count
When weighed against a day
One day may not matter
When considering a life
One word may mean little
From the conversation whole
One line may not be missed
When stricken from the book
One thought may be dismissed
In comprehension of the mind
One flaw might be overlooked
When evaluating character
One mistake means little
When summing up a man
One sin may be forgiven
In the judgement of a soul
So how is it a single glance
Can make one wither so?
poem by Mary Havran
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It's Just A Matter Of Time
How long will it take for sense to return?
How long will it take for all to discern
the difference between what is right or wrong?
Are we going to sing the same old song?
No one can predict what our furure will be.
All the religions would like us to see
their point of view as the holy word
that finality is coming which is absurd.
They rely on books written so long ago
by people in power who controlled what we know,
telling us all that the end days are near
keeping most people looking each year
for a nuclear bomb or natural disaster
to end it all as we meet our Master.
Will the world keep spinning or stop on a dime?
Everyone knows it's just a matter of time.
Too many people, not enough food
Too many diseases, not enough good
Too many emissions, not enough air
Too many enemies, not enough care
And so we struggle to make sense of it.
No one can tell us, no one will admit
that we hold the future right in our hands.
The hourglass we turn has trickling sands.
And it's just a matter of time.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I think it's really important that the people who are going to make decisions for other people have fair, truthful and compassionate regard for all people, not just some people.
quote by Sharon Stone
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She Always Says It First
(kenny chesney/dean dillon)
Not a day goes by that I dont tell her
How beautiful she is
How kind and caring, Im always swearing
Shes the reason that I live
I make it a point to point out every good thing that she does
How she has everything I need
And I cant get enough
Well I always tell her I love her
And how lost Id be without her
And God knows I mean every word
I always tell her I love her
But she always says it first
Not a night goes by that I dont tell her
Im a lucky man
Pull her close and let her know
How proud of her I am
And Im so into her I swear
It tears me inside out
And I make sure she sees that shes what
This old boys about
Well I always tell her I love her
And how lost Id be without her
And God knows I mean every word
I always tell her I love her
But she always says it first
She always says it first
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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The people of the future will say, meat-eaters in disgust and regard us in the same way that we regard cannibals and cannibalism.
quote by Dennis Weaver
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A statement about art & friendship
It is the friendship that she carries well
On summer day
In the writing workshop
She wins their hearts
When she is asked to read her poems
Or say, show her masterpiece
She merely smiles
Her friendship is her piece her only masterpiece
Her smile is her only word written on
Her face
And they all say it is enough
A smile can save the world
But I beg to disagree
A smile cannot save me
Last night i wrote a poem written
With my blood as ink on my face
The angst on my crumpled paper
And they ask me to read my poem
This afternoon when everyone
Is tired and irritated
My turn, I think, I decide to give them my smile
Like her friendship, my compromise
I get their approval and I think
It is her friendship that kills
Literature that suppressed art
It started with Mona Lisa, now it
Will always be, perhaps, the scream
Must die, popularity does not like it.
I know I have to cry alone
In my room and make my own kind of literature.
Someday the world may find it and love it
Sorrow is suppressed and happiness is fabricated
Friendship has always been politics
And art is hidden in compromises
Only to come out later and too late
The people will say, “we all love this one! ”
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wy Can't I Rest As Witness?
I never went deep into ocean of
knowledge,
Ice toy I am,
How deep can I go before I melt
and become one with ocean?
Once I know what I am, That nothingness of of calmness
of space in this universe,
Still beyond universe I dwell,
I have nothing to do here,
No wish, no desire,
I meet with what is in my way, Never like to look at thing,
I look at myself as the faceless
face of universe!
What is use of words,
When I am origin of word?
What books can offer, just the y can point at me,
Even then they fail to say what I am,
Then what I get from books more than my life itself,
Seeing myself in all,
I am that fool to see foolishness everywhere,
I am that wise who can see wisdom everywhere,
Why can't I rest as witness,
Is the creator or sustainer in me worried of destroyer in me become mad?
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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