I've never seen a surface that I think is more seductive in image making.
quote by John Sexton
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Seductive Yet Unproductive
Seductive yet unproductive,
Come those temptations to touch.
And for each one that is tasted...
Regret soon follows up.
Seductive yet unproductive,
Come those temptations to touch.
And for each one that is tasted...
Regret soon follows up.
But we all seem to have those needs to please.
Seductive yet unproductive.
And we plead on knees to have them leave.
Seductive yet unproductive.
And we waiver when we see our neighbors savoring the flavor.
Seductive yet unproductive.
But we all seem to have those needs to please.
Seductive yet unproductive.
And we plead on knees to have them leave.
Seductive yet unproductive.
And we waiver when we see our neighbors savoring the flavor.
Seductive yet unproductive.
And no matter what we do that just don't go away.
Temptations.
Seductive yet unproductive.
And no matter what we do that just don't go away.
Temptations.
Seductive yet unproductive.
And no matter what we do that just don't go away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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TV is so seductive with a great workday. You're going to work and making people laugh, and that's fantastic.
quote by Jillian Bach
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Yes, you.
If you have a voice
And you choose not to use it
Because it is convenient…
Because your image reflects
A check mark…
A stamp from the small souls
On the surface of your head...
Then please reexamine it
From the inside.
Do not try to further build an image
By visiting a country in the great continent…
The problem is right here, darlings…
As soon as you step on their ground
And play nice…
They can see right through you.
Because you are representing
The small souls that destroyed their mother land.
So stop building a nice image for yourself
Your shiny ego…
And start questioning the root of the pain.
poem by Erica Borges
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Gliding On The Surface
There is nothing like being assessed,
By those who prefer to just...
Do their gliding on the surface.
With a doing that at their best,
Against all warnings of first testing the depth...
To inspect and ensure,
What they have chosen to do...
Is not on thin ice!
Or...
Angers the one who has volunteered,
To provide them with 'sound' advice.
But that advice goes ignored,
Because it has been decided by those who glide...
The one speaking intelligently,
Does not physically impress them with image.
And 'image' is all they have been taught to address.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Back To Square One
back to square one
my dear
making life more
interesting for us
both now
we pretend
we first meet
and you are
so naive and
i am so brusque
and so
attractive and
you are so
demure and
so seductive
love is sweeter in town
the second time around.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There Are So Many Ways Of Making Poetry
THERE ARE SO MANY WAYS OF MAKING POETRY
There are many ways of making Poetry
Some make poetry simply
As I do –
Others are richer by far.
Some like the surface
And others like hidden depths and mysteries.
There are many ways of making poetry
I have only one which is my own
But there are so so many others
More beautiful and deep and perhaps more everlasting.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I stand alone away from you desanctified and disfigured
It was a brightly lit afternoon
I saw a four legged machine
Descending on me slowly
I could understand that
It was an airborne vehicle
And it was effectively
Controlled and guided
So nice to see all its four legs
Touched my surface
The same time, making
The landing smooth and gentle
White fine dusts rose
From each point of contact
And I had to cough a bit
In a slight discomfort
From a window of the vehicle
Rolled down a ladder
And there peeped an image
Perhaps, a human being
Finding way through the window
And slowly climbed down
Carefully stepping upon me
“That's one small step for (a) man,
One giant leap for mankind'
I heard a male voice
Yelling his safe arrival here on me
He moved slowly
Jumping each step
Making good use
Of my gentle gravity
Generating a white cloud
Of dust at each step he made
Another similar image also
Came down on me
And both spent about 3 hours
Collecting the powdery white soil
And rocks on my surface
They planted a flag on me
And also a plaque with
Images of a man and woman
As if I did not know
From where they landed
They came from that half lit
Crescent seen on the horizon
Which just reflects sunlight
As I do on it
I know men and women on earth
For centuries now as
Many poets, mostly of Indian origin
Held me high and they gave me
A roll in their storyline
I would be witnessing
Lovers in their intimate togetherness
Or I would be asked to convey
Sweet messages between them
Many heroes and heroines
Shared with me their pains
Of separation from their sweethearts
Indian Astrology gave me
A place in the horoscope tables
developed by them for individuals
And made predictions
Based on the cell I am standing
Old system of medicine
Gauged unsound mental conditions
With my phases
Assurances were given for a cure
As I cross a particular phase
And now I wonder
Why at all these visiting earth folks
Left on my surface depicting
Their images, as if
I have no familiarity with them
This moon landing a giant leap
Of mankind, though
Spoilt my image in the hearts
Of those who made stories
Around me
Lovers no longer look at me
I too feel I have no influence
On the mental performance
Of people on earth
Astrological predictions
Made, based on my positions
In the horoscopes proved otherwise
I have lost my status
Because of that one small step
Just like a reflecting mirror of sunlight
I stand alone away from you
Desanctified and disfigured
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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For a friend who starts
I am happy you find this thing
This old thing this oldest thing
Of being us
Making us feel us making the rest
See us making them
Take the form we are forming
This image these thoughts
These fragments
Of our humanity
Thanks for finally becoming like me
My friend you have just started
This art
I am happy for you and I will see
You more in what
You write
Your poems shaping your soul
Your poems to bare them all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If The Surface For Them Did Not Exist
If the surface didn't exist,
Many wouldn't have a thought to cling to.
Many wouldn't know,
Which gossip heard was true.
If the surface for them did not exist.
If the surface didn't exist,
The many dependent on having lives not their own...
Would be lost without being told what to do.
Many absolutely would not have a clue...
How to find their way around,
Without following in someone's footsteps.
If the surface they sniffed did not exist.
And if the surface for them did not exist...
They would not be able to sit alone,
Doing something completely on their own...
And appreciating life,
With the minding of their own business.
If...
The surface for many did not exist,
It would be taumatic for them to seek a thought process.
Many would not know where or how to begin.
So many are accustomed to living lives that are shallow.
With an ability only to identify with that...
Which is supplied and arrives to them surfacely.
Even a dog sniffing tries to find a place to bury a bone.
And doing that alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like water which can clearly mirror the sky and the trees only so long as its surface is undisturbed, the mind can only reflect the true image of the Self when it is tranquil and wholly relaxed.
quote by Indra Devi
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My woman,
My woman,
My woman is making I see Beauty,
Every little word explained to me that Image,
There is nothing easy in the world today,
Your passion is my image,
Understand that you are my woman,
My every word that spoken from your Love,
Let me understand that concept,
Every word that you spoke,
I saw that great Understanding that will make us Lover's,
Iam making my Woman see me through,
Every word that you spoke gave me food,
My emotion's came and gave I food,
I feel that your passion was deeper that any HUMAN LANGUAGE.
poem by Abdul Karim
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My woman soul,
My woman,
My woman is making I see Beauty,
Every little word explained to me that Image,
There is nothing easy in the world today,
Your passion is my image,
Understand that you are my woman,
My every word that spoken from your Love,
Let me understand that concept,
Every word that you spoke,
I saw that great Understanding that will make us Lover's,
Iam making my Woman see me through,
Every word that you spoke gave me food,
My emotion's came and gave I food,
I feel that your passion was deeper that any HUMAN LANGUAGE.
poem by Abdul Karim
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Fly On A Windshield
The sky is overcast and as rael looks back a dark cloud is descending like a balloon into times square. it rests on the ground and shapes itself into a hard edged flat surface, which solidifies
Xtends itself all the way east and west along 47th street and reaching up to the dark sky. as the wall takes up its tension it becomes a screen showing what had existed in three dimensions, on t
Her side just a moment before. the image flickers and then cracks like painted clay and the wall silently moves forward, absorbing everything in its path. the unsuspecting new yorkers are appare
Blind to what is going on.
Theres something solid forming in the air,
And the wall of death is lowered in times square.
No-one seems to care,
They carry on as if nothing was there.
Rael starts to run away towards columbus circle. each time he dares to take a look, the wall has moved another block. at the moment when he thinks hes maintaining his distance from the wall, th
D blows hard and cold slowing down his speed. the wind increases, dries the wet street and picks up the dust off the surface, throwing it into raels face. more and more dirt is blown up and it
S to settle on raels skin and clothes, making a solid layered coat that brings him gradually to a terrified stillness. a sitting duck.
The wind is blowing harder now,
Blowing dust into my eyes.
The dust settles on my skin,
Making a crust I cannot move in
And Im hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway.
song performed by by Genesis
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Like lotus
Like pig
Though I am here
Like lotus
I am
On the surface water
Looking at the sun
And the sun
alldays making fun.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Man's making, , , !
Flowers are
Making
Beauty...
Trees are
Making
Wonder...
Rain are
making
River...
Sun are
Making
Day...
Moon are
Making
Night...
Man are
Making
Many thing's supper
Something's is
Tenson...
Woory...
Hurry. ..
With out love of heart...! ?
Day for day
Man's making...! ?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The Image
Written by: richard marx & fee waybill
Hope you dont believe a word
Of all the things I know youve heard about me
Really just a pack of ies
You see the truth before your eyes around me
Hard to keep it straight
The real from the ruse
Probably way too late
What can I do, but its
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
Its just the image
Its all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me
Its just the image
Would it be too much to ask
That you could just gvie me the chance to prove it
Or would it only be a waste of time
To try to make you change your mind and use it
What Ive been looking for
Isnt what I thought
Not behind the golden door
Youre all Ive got, and its
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
Its just the image
Its all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me
Its just the image
What Ive been looking for
Isnt what I thought
Not behind the golden door
Youre all Ive got, and its
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
Just the image
Its all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me
Its just the image
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
Its just the image
Its all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me
Its just the image
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Surface Calm
Surface calm enfolds
the hidden tiger
of repressed emotions
sleeplessly prowling
within the inner reaches
of the mind’s cave.
Surface calm here holds
attention – geiger
counting the ocean motions
of reactivity, radioactivity
tuned into the wave lengths
of the [he]art’s rave.
Surface calm explodes
upon the calm surface
of a sheet which enfolds
the hidden tiger of.....
25 May 1991 revised? 31 May 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Is It Love?
Oh, is it love or the devil in me
How can her eyes so slaying be?
Is it infatuation or the gypsy of my heart
Her image from my eyes would never part
For she has sown her shadow so wide and fair
That it follows me constantly, relentless everywhere
It awakes me in the middle of the night
Making me watching the moon and the stars's bright
Oh, her image so firm in sight
It has the wings of hot desire
In the day it draws me like a guide
And at night overwhelmed me with fire
Love-Day Is Everyday
feathering myself
on the leafy surface
of your warm profile
sucked the last dropp of saliva
while falling into the ditch
2000 feet crashing the membranes
of dark aloud aflaming the globe
simply the creamy your origin
pasted our past and the present oceanic
warm and objectless object a symphony based
the falling the falling endless waving
cleared the illusion you and me
no different difference strangled
ecstasy for time being
falling not since no up no down in space
feathering not since mass and surface
illusory image to enjoy beauty
and digging ditching creaming screaming
the trap we are caught to return the origin
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Reciprocity for Friend Thad
My image as a macho man.
Depends on leathers and tattoos
but if you choose to you can
see below the surface view.
The image you choose to project.
Serves the same purpose to protect,
the inner you from public view
You only show what you choose.
We all select a mask to wear
because we simply do not dare,
Display our insecurity
for each and everyone to see,
It’s not an easy thing to do.
But I can learn to remove the mask
when you have proved I can trust you
and answer all you care to ask.
But dare you do the same for me
and show you trust me equally.
Because my friend until you do
I cannot place my trust in you.
8-Aug-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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