Simulated disorder postulates perfect discipline; simulated fear postulates courage; simulated weakness postulates strength.
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I do not believe in the divinity of Christ, and there are many other of the postulates of the orthodox creed to which I cannot subscribe.
quote by William Howard Taft
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Finally there are simple ideas of which no definition can be given; there are also axioms or postulates, or in a word primary principles, which cannot be proved and have no need of proof.
quote by Gottfried Leibniz
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Nature Diversity Postulates
webs of life spin illuminate hope possibilities
spread ever expanding radiant cosmic strands
nature diversity postulates restores harmonies
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I am in the process of starting a nonprofit organization that gives rescued animals a home in a simulated wild environment and, for those who have been tested on, who are disabled, aggressive, etc., their own space to live out their days.
quote by Casey Affleck
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During the final two weeks of training, our students work simulated game situations in which our staff members role-play as players, managers, and coaches. They are given immediate feedback following each camp game.
I regard consciousness as fundamental. I regard matter as derivative from consciousness. We cannot get behind consciousness. Everything that we talk about, everything that we regard as existing,
postulates consciousness.
quote by Max Planck
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In Courage
In courage-you find
no fear
and in courage-no weakness
does appear
In courage-steps toward
danger taken
and in courage-strength
within awaken
In courage- a hero
takes shape
and in courage- the villain
can't escape
In courage-there is a call
to duty
and in courage-out of ugliness
comes beauty
poem by Dorsey Baker
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Killing By Computer
There is now computer simulated duck murder training..
similar to the computerized bombing of Iraq and Afghanistan
from Florida by computer.
We have a presidential candidate in the US who killed with
such abstraction... bombing Vietnamese women he did not
see from the air. The abstraction of violence generates a greater
level of violence.
poem by O. Anna Niemus
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Non-Existent Nonentity
Folded up reality, pressed thin to fit
on one page in my diary, all twenty
dimensions or however many String
Theory postulates - safely tucked
away and only the text in front of me
exists because today I am a totally
non-existent nonentity, my mind is
grey and no amount of colour in the
office, no amount of words, no notes
sounding in song, can fill the gaping
emptiness where hope once lived
let me pick up my cross of boredom
and be bored some more, tomorrow
I might feel different, if not, at least
the red-hot flames people's anger
at my being delinquent will replace
the greyness with lively pain…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Painting an Inch Thick
The paint on my face is peeling
Too long without a fresh coat to
Cover up the blemish of mistaken
—identity—
People will see through
The raw, exposed grain of flesh
Much too real for
Aluminum-sided strangers
Weathering storms in happy hamlets
Hailing golf balls bouncing off
Simulated walls, chuting through
Spidered spouts of infantile
Disregard.
(Previously published in CER*BER*US, # XLVI,2002)
poem by Laurence Overmire
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Between real and unreal
...The thing with no name,
Surrounded by sadness,
That kind of sadness
Penetrating its silence,
That kind of silence
Searching the tears,
Those tears
Becoming cubes of light,
Those cubes wondering
On their situation of their becoming,
Being involved in a movement
Apparently anarchic,
Needing, ''a priori cognoscible'',
Synthetic truths
And empirical postulates
On the shape of their inner dislocation,
Their shear looping into unstable equilibrium,
Needing a stable equilibrium,
Becoming emblematic symbols
Of the diminishing boundary
Between real and unreal,
That cubic thing withdrawing itself,
Slowly becoming
Memory....
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Deadly Forecast
Sunrise on the 6th
of August
immaculately
cloudless.
Sunlight glinting on
the Industrial Promotion Hall
Eatherly's plane
STRAIGHT FLUSH
reports on
visibility
does a
simulated run.
The radio cackles:
'Cloud Cover - less than 3/10tths
at all altitudes.
Advise: Bomb primary>'
'Over.'
Less than an hour
...later
...Hiroshima
...fl ashes into History.
The Industrial Promotion Hall
no longer
itself
transformed
into the A-Bomb
Dome
the symbol
of its wreckage
obscured now
by the snow.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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I Yearn for a Longer Night
Just when I yearn for a longer night
The day breaks into my simulated land
The sun steps in, the grayness goes out of sight
Dreams are blown out by a cruel hand!
If I had my say, I would have lived with the dark
Without the oppressive overbearing light
That on my existence burns a telltale mark
Displaying me around, mocking my plight!
I yearn for a longer night stopping all comebacks
Where cobwebs are woven with fairytale links
With no dogma, no isms to hide the cracks
The soul is intent on drifting and blissfully sinks!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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What Gives You Courage
Without fear there cannot be courage
Fear drives the unthinkable out of us
What gives you courage when there is none?
What gives you courage to get out of bed?
What gives you courage to drive when you know it's dangerous?
What gives you courage to succeed?
What gives you courage to survive?
What gives you courage to strive?
People have courage to live for their children
People have courage to live for themselves
People have courage to live for hope
People have courage because they believe
People have courage to not give up
Fear is not the essence of life
But a free soul not tamed
Courage is the journey of your heart
Guided by strength
On a path of untamed obstacles
Let courage guide you
As you begin your quest
poem by Alisha Ricks
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Genesis 1: 28
The molded forms of caricatured clay
Compile in their poses behind the glass.
A blast furnace for the menagerie
Chars the chipped remains as the ashes pass.
A choking bark calls, screaming in the cage,
A cry for freedom, for civility,
But flames like whips crack with unbridled rage,
Printing burning grooves in humility.
Nature is manipulated in strain,
Trained by the strokes of simulated tricks.
The will's momentum begins to wane
And the divisive smoke grows dark and thick.
Nature is tempered, a beast to command
By beasts unable to understand.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Vis Medicatrix Naturae
When Faith turns false and Fancy grows unkind,
And Fortune, more from fickleness than spite,
Takes the keen savour out of all delight,
And of sweet pulp leaves only bitter rind,
Then I the load of living leave behind,
Fleeing where, far from human sound and sight,
Over brown furrows wheels the lapwing white,
And whistles tunely with the winter wind.
For Nature's frank indifference woundeth less
Than Man's feigned smiles and simulated tears:
She is at least the egoist she appears,
Scorning to proffer or entice caress;
And, through the long reiterated years,
Endures her doom with uncomplainingness.
poem by Alfred Austin
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A Fixed Line
If happiness were a fixed line,
It would be contorted in the form
Of a circle,
Endlessly cycling
Toward itself,
And always a repeating motion
That ceases to amaze.
It would not be within that line
That we would experience the shattered
Fragments of joy
That gleam through the bloodshed—
The amaranthine bruising
That makes our skin heavy
From the gashes of sorrow—
That gleam like the glimmers of broken glass
Misted over the cool, dewy grass
In the moonlight.
The center of that circle would evade us
As we chase our tails back
To find our previous hedonisms,
And narcissisms, and simulated nostalgias.
We would need to break the line
With a thoughtful tangent
That cuts through the emptiness
And into where the emptiness remains
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Earth 'Pleasant Dreams' Motel
Estimated World Grand Opening
January 1, 2150
By Qualified -Appointment - Reservation Only
Drivers will view outdoor signs by 'Translating Eyewear'
of any language. HD-LCD Quality Screens
Regulated and according to WPC (World Population Control)
Proof of impotency required. In such case, no prevailing adult age limitations. All rooms are sound proof insulated and pleasant LCD virtual views seen through our multi-selection of 'Ancient Recorded Travel Graphics' through 3D TV Screen windows.
Simulated aromas of extinct floral arrangements softly vented and Air Conditioned, remotely chosen. Gentle unpolluted warm air, towel less bathing using non alcoholic and pleasant aromas in all bath lavatories.
Breakfast, lunch and dinner buffets galore. Gourmet processed for easy digestion. Healthy dehydration of simulated vegetable and marine specie flavorings by, WFDA - (World Food Federated Approval) . B.Y.O.W. (Save and bring your own filtered drinking Water.)
ALL EXISTING EDIBLE ANIMAL AND FOWL MEAT IS FORBIDDEN
Serious Earth Radiation Warnings
Swimming Pools, Ocean bathing are forbidden due to;
Earth space invaded immune bacteria viral contamination.
Sexual procreation behavioral laws are in force, ruled by WPSC (World Population Survival Conventions.) Pregnancies must be reported and less invasive laser abortion procedures are ruled by qualified Legal consultants. Parents having 2 or less offspring and fertility sterilized will be welcomed at our 'Family Only Facility' located apart and nearby.
Reservations; Advanced cash payment required
Considerable discounts given impotent Seniors and Military Veterans
HELP KEEP ROOMS 'OVER POPULATION SAFE' ON EARTH
We at 'EARTH MOTELS' everywhere wish you all;
'PLEASANT DREAMS'
Louie Levy
Prophesier
01.27.2010
poem by Louie Levy
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A Destiny's Highway
Since from your life,
I stubbornly departed,
Your craggy face,
Was perennially creased
With a simulated half smile…
It is the trace of time,
And you should know,
That my feelings for you
Turned like dried leaves
Carried away by the turbulent wind…
My once tender caresses
Spreading like a wildfire,
All over your shaking body
Are now, sadly, forever gone,
It is time for me to sing a new song…
My rejuvenated heart,
Still as soft as cotton,
And my mind as strong as steel,
Have set new boundaries
For me, patiently to follow…
No more tears or heartfelt pain,
Or desperately looking for you
Through the dusty hills
Or my own shadow or dreams…
Now, seeing things in different ways,
And going at my own pace,
To cast a new and brighter light,
Through destiny's highway...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Strength in weakness
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
A typical Pauline sophism?
A typical Pauline syllogism?
A typical Pauline casuistry?
A typical Pauline homily.
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
Paul was disabled, you see
Was he blind? You ask
Was he lame? You ask
Was it a speech impediment?
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
Oh! He was strong in spirit
But weak in appearance
He can’t be our leader, they said
He’s an embarrassment
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
Paul said: “Yes, I am weak
But God’s strength is made perfect
In my weakness not in my strength
So up the weak and down the strong! (my words!)
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
We are all weak in some way
Weak in our words
Weak in our walk
Weak in our talk
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
But for God, weak means strong
Kingdom values, Kingdom virtues
Jesus’ values, Jesus’ virtues
My values? my virtues?
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
So the lamb not the lion
The humble not the haughty
The lowly not the lofty
The penitent not the proud.
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
Let’s value then the weak
And remember they are strong.
If I am proud, then I am wrong
If I am conceited, then I am wrong
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
Let’s fill the Church then with the weak
Push in the wheelchairs
Roll in the scooters
Help the handicapped walk in.
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
“At even, ere the sun was set
The sick oh Lord, around thee lay
Oh, in what divers pains they met
Oh with what joy they went away
And none oh Lord, have perfect rest
For none are wholly free from sin;
For they who fain would serve thee best
Are conscious most of sin within.
Thy touch has still its ancient power
No word from thee can fruitless fall
Hear in this solemn hour we pray
And in thy mercy heal us all.”
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
For when I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness.
poem by James Hart
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