What difference is there, do you think, between those in Plato's cave who can only marvel at the shadows and images of various objects, provided they are content and don't know what they miss, and the philosopher who has emerged from the cave and sees the real things?
quote by Desiderius Erasmus
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Inside The Cave
we are witness to the shadows in the cave.
Not to be mislead we touch each others' hands.
When we open our eyes we become more confused.
There are more shadows born when we begin to speak.
We are always patient. We imagine soon, always, the
soon in the shadows. Light created more shadows.
We fear it sometimes. We begin to mistrust it.
We are still inside this cave with all the shadows
of ourselves. We do not like to move, we are mocked
We are imitated by our shadows inside the cave.
Tomorrow is the exit. We become friends of the Light.
Then we become free.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Your Cave
in your cave
there is no sun
man-made
or superficial
or whatever
and so darkness
reigns
complete darkness
and when he mentions
about shadows
do not believe him
in your cave
there was complete
silence too
and so when he talked
about a dialogue
between two
speakers
do not ever believe him
in your cave
there was no life ever
and when he talked about
death
and numbness and indifference
that was then when i believed him
and i agreed
that indeed that man has his own name
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Cave Of Love
Let me spend te night in your cave of love,
And let me walk through your folding doors;
For i am like a tree floating along the direction of the river of love,
And like the joy of your muse in the time of romance.
Of the words you do speak in your bedroom,
And of the aroma in your cave of love;
So let me surround your city of love with my care,
Because, there is real peace in your dark cave!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I guess of all my uncles, I liked Uncle Cave Man the best. We called him Uncle Cave Man because he lived in a cave and because sometimes he'd eat one of us. Later on we found out he was a bear.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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A strong Bear, a poor cave
A quarrel took place,
Between a tight, narrow cave,
and a huge, black, hairy bear.
the poor cave was afraid of,
her narrowness,
the bear had no fear.
Actually, the bear was
in search of a cave,
where he could spent
his night merrily,
his mission was to hide himself,
by all means, fair or unfair.
The bear begged the shelter,
from the cave to get entered,
but cave denied.
she said, ' I am not wide.
if I take you in,
you may get me in trouble,
every thing mine get in disorder.
how can you stay in me quite?
seek other place to-night.'
The bear snored a loud,
as if, thunders of big cloud.
huge bear tried getting forcibly in,
smiled and said, 'I have to win.
O' poor cave, see my strong body,
look at my height!
I am quite black,
while you are white.
you are unaware of facts,
you are mine, my cave,
you are made for me.
I know, you think yourself too small,
If I enter, you will be torn,
and might get burst,
but it is nothing like this,
surrender yourself
before me silently.
or I will react violently.
the little cave said nothing,
but tried to scape herself,
with all her might.
thrusting the bear out.
Bear so huge, no doubt.
He tried utmost entering forcibly,
getting success a little bit.
until the cave burst,
the bear continued to hit.
At last, a hot bloody stream,
blew out of the cave.
It couldn't itself save.
It was torn and oozing sweat.
the huge bear was running,
in and out very smoothly,
Poor cave, in this struggle,
has become out.
the bear has come first, no doubt.
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poem by Rani Madhubala
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A distant universe
dark as cave
we walk inside
yet is outside
there is a man
spiritual they say
filling the cave with
his chants
you walk the
lighted lane
they call common
sense
the darkness
holds over you
like a distant
universe, a
boundless part
you fear to tread
it exists like the
unreachable stars
so far away you never
even give it a thought
day after day
we walk the lane
a corner of the great cave
waiting for the man
to come out to light things up
with his halo and
enlightenment
there is a
distant universe
in the space of our brain
we all fear to tread
we walk inside
yet are all outside
a physique that helps
map every step we take
this cave that is all God
inside and outside
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Cave
Leave me alone it's nothing serious
I'll do it myself
It's got nothing to do with you
And there's nothing that you could do
You can see it and you can almost hear it too
You can almost taste it
It's nothing to do with you
And it's still nothing that you can do
So come in my cave
And I'll burn your heart away
Come in my cave
I'll burn your heart away
Please close your ears
And try to look away
So you never hear a single word I say
And don't ever come my way
Leave me alone
It's nothing serious
I'll do it myself
It's got nothing to do with you
And there's still nothing that you could do
So come in my cave
And I'll burn your heart away
Come in my cave
And arrest me for my mistakes
song performed by by Muse from Showbiz
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The Opposing Sex
The Widows of Ashur
Are loud in their wailing:
'No longer the 'masher'
Sees Widows of Ashur!'
So each is a lasher
Of Man's smallest failing.
The Widows of Ashur
Are loud in their wailing.
The Cave of Adullam,
That home of reviling
No wooing can gull 'em
In Cave of Adullam.
No angel can lull 'em
To cease their defiling
The Cave of Adullam,
That home of reviling.
At men they are cursing
The Widows of Ashur;
Themselves, too, for nursing
The men they are cursing.
The praise they're rehearsing
Of every slasher
At men. _They_ are cursing
The Widows of Ashur.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Ruminations
If there were a cave
That I could wander into
I'd shout your name inside of it
And hear the echo of you.
To have it reverberate loudly
Might drown out my pain,
Pierce my ears, trouble my head
Where thoughts of you remain.
And as it bounced around inside
I'd welcome the chill of the cave.
For I'd know that as I exited it
Maybe my heart could behave.
For I'd find my heart is hollow
Like the cave I'd just been in.
And I'd feel the icy chill again
For your touch is absent from my skin.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Once two brothers lived in a cave;
Poor were they with nothing to save.
But, somehow, their luck
A HUGE fortune struck!
And cheers to dumping the cave.
quote by by Walterrean Salley
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Hell Is Other People....
MY wife asks me
if i am original in that statement
and i said
'Nope'
it was not me who said that
i just quoted it
and does not perhaps even understand it fully well
the philosopher is Jean Paul-Sartre
the man who believes that there is only an entrance
but there is no exit
what i know is this
i am like an empty jar exposed to the nights and days
i shall never be full and shall never be empty
completely
i cannot be a lie and cannot be the truth at the same
time
what i realize in darkness
is this:
not one is true
no one
they're all shadows inside the cave
where
the one and only truth is
Socrates....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Opal Dream Cave
In an opal dream cave I found a fairy:
Her wings were frailer than flower petals,
Frailer far than snowflakes.
She was not frightened, but poised on my finger,
Then delicately walked into my hand.
I shut the two palms of my hands together
And held her prisoner.
I carried her out of the opal cave,
Then opened my hands.
First she became thistledown,
Then a mote in a sunbeam,
Then--nothing at all.
Empty now is my opal dream cave.
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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What I Project
what i project in all those years
is what you get and you swallow
me hook, line and sinker
and you get so nosy with all
your questions leading you
to all your self-framed answers.
what i am inside me
you must know is what i am
just between my body and my soul
my left hand does not even
know what my right hand is holding.
the shadows in that cave and
the real body that you may touch
bathing in the river
you must have known by now
are two different kinds of
illusions. What i have in my
hand is the real one: it is
alive and it is jumping
and flying and i am chasing
it now, so please, excuse
me, i got to go, i still have
many things to do, so many
questions to make so many
answer to fabricate, so many
quests, i do not even have
to take my rest.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Difference That Could Be Made
Notoriety and fame is all relative.
If a message has content.
How that message is delivered,
And by who should not matter.
Or who 'influential' is in support of it!
However,
Many who miss 'messages'...
Often miss the point of them.
It should not matter if someone has notoriety,
If a message with content is delivered to be accepted.
Although...
To many of us this makes a difference.
And a difference that could be made,
Skips away from our comprehension.
'But...
WHO are 'you' to know this?
And 'why' should it be of 'our' concern? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Cave Principle
I crawl across the floor never see the light
Only shadows on the wall
Somebody said there's reality behind
But I'm afraid to turn and fall - oh no
Set me free - for eternity
And now they talk about my destiny again
I hear their footsteps in the dark
But then again there was the silence and the pain
Uh lord that made me feel so lost
Heal me - get out of here
Save me - my world's an illusion
I'm still inside the cave imprisoned in on mind
And silhouettes on the wall
I have to turn around to see what's goin' on
Cause what I saw was never all!
Just a move is the solution
it's not enough to stand and stare
Leave the cave and find the reason
For the cross you have to bear
Never
song performed by by Gamma Ray
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Adullam
To the cave of Adullam and to the cave of my lover,
I grieve for you my lover!
For you were very dear to my heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Where's Your Head At?
Wheres your head at??
Wheres your head at??
Wheres your head at??
Dont let the walls
Cave in on you
We cant evolve alone
Without you
Dont let the walls
Cave in on you
We cant evolve alone
Without you
Dont let the walls
Cave in on you
You get what you give
That much is true
Dont let the walls
Cave in on you
You turned the world away
From you
Wheres your head at??
Wheres your head at??
Wheres your head at??
You have found yourself
Trapped in this
Incomprehensible maze
Wheres your head at??
Wheres your head at??
Dont make it easy on yourself
Wheres your head at??
Got to get
Got to get
Got to get
Got to get
Wheres your head at??
Wheres your head at??
Wheres your head at??
Wheres your head at??
Dont let the walls
Cave in on you
We cant evolve alone
Without you
Dont let the walls
Cave in on you
We cant evolve alone
Without you
Wheres your head at??
Wheres your head at??
We cant evolve alone
Without you
We cant evolve alone
Without you
song performed by by Fat Joe
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Was I just spooked?
The inner cave was vast in size
with bits of quartz that looked like eyes.
Embedded in the limestone walls.
The bits of light reflecting quartz
which made me feel uneasily
that something was observing me.
I had not been in here before
And do not think I will again.
A feeling that I can’t explain.
I must confess I was afraid
I felt a cold hostility
as though I was where I shouldn’t be
Intruding on the privacy
This made me so uncomfortable
I left as fast as I was able.
When I look back I wonder why
an empty cave should frighten me
There was nothing I could see.
My friends all stayed though I had fled
explored the pot hole thoroughly
They never tire of teasing me.
I always go with my instinct
My subconscious knows more than me
It sees things that the eye can’t see.
I gave up speleology
I much prefer the open air
Where I can see all that is there.
To exploring underground
Where really I have no right to be
I think I acted sensibly.24/10/2009 http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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On Vacation
My family went on a vacation
I gave my father all the persuasion
Can I go and wander in the forest
To catch at least a tiny little pest
Very dangerous it is for you to go there
There will be a lion, tiger or a big black bear
He told me, to these things pay heed
But I thought these are things I don’t need
I went to the depth of the forest
But couldn’t catch a single pest
Thinking about things I shouldn’t care
A lion, tiger or a big black bear
I started going towards a cave
Suddenly a loud roar it gave
I thought this was a good part of my vacation
When suddenly I felt suffocation
I heard the loud roar again
I felt as if I was trapped in a monster’s den
The loud roar had really given me a scare
It could be a lion, tiger or a big black bear
First it’s my life I have to save
I quickly ran out of the cave
To these things I should pay heed
Go to that cave I won’t dare indeed
poem by Risha Ahmed
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Imagery
Long, long ago
I broke the imagery
With the post modern
Random bombing
Of events, the little
Sweet bird of my mind
Can not perch on a single
Branch, moves
From cave to cave,
Can not concentrate
Dragging from one
Point to another,
Disconnected.
The gust of wind
Blowing him away
The flash flood
Unplugged him
From the root.
In the canvas
the complex
Photo copy of
The worries and anxieties
Emotions …
Broken, fragmented
Volcanic and abrupt
Intense, rough
Tempted and wild.
Stormed and haunted
Souls run after illusions.
Bleeding heart can not
Focus, tears lost
Colors, negatives
Can not give you any more
The images or photographs.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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