Isn't one of your first exercises in learning how to communicate to write a description of how to tie your shoelaces? The point being that it's basically impossible to use text to show that.
quote by Donald Norman
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The body to communicate
Don’t dress to show your wealth.
Don’t dress with much costume.
Don’t sink in jewelry.
Your body must communicate.
Don’t write to show your skills.
Don’t write extensively.
Don’t invent frequent rhymes.
Your message must communicate.
26.11.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pride is Power
Think of that woman
Smugly ensconced on her
Backrest
She would prefer to give
Of her wealth
Than beg for anything
She is proud
And exerts power
Over her beneficiaries.
Think too about that
Beautiful girl
Who shakes her bottoms
This way and that
On the road
She woos boys
But does not show it
She is proud
And exercises power
Over her lovers
Think of the pastor
Shouting on the pulpit
He will heal the people
And demand their tithes
He is proud
And exercises power
Over his congregation
Or is it the politician
Who preaches prosperity
At the political rally
Where voters assemble
After favors received
He is proud
And exercises power
Over the electorate.
poem by Samuel Munachim
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How Can They Relate?
How can anyone,
Communicate to another...
Who has a reality that is clearly flawed?
When they believe,
They have an insight that can be trusted.
When they have never been alone...
To trust themselves on their own!
How can anyone,
Communicate to another...
Who has never taken a chance.
Or lived to rely on their own decisions?
How can they relate?
Or put things in perspective?
When it is from their own point of view...
They perceive the world turns.
And yet their opinions are shallow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Need to Write
I need to write a poem, but how shall I do it,
First of all shall I write standing up, or just sit;
Until I get comfortable, I won't be able to start,
All the words will be muddled up, and then it'll fall. Apart.
Now! I got it right, I will choose the title to write about,
No good getting frustrated, or even sit or pout;
Just need to relax, and then the words will come easy,
Cause if I try to hard, Then my stomach will feel queasy.
I know what sort of holiday would people like,
And as I start the poem, the hall clock did strike;
Oh! It is now is what I can do, write about the time passing,
And so I have the heading, the thoughts on paper lasting.
It's got colour, size, And description, and the taste of art,
It's come from my mind, emotions, and also from the heart;
It has vision, and thoughts about where I want to go,
Yes! I think it'll get some to agree, to me they'll show.
So if you have a problem to write a poem or story,
Just read this poem, as a help, it's a help from me;
Don't force the idea, or rush it through at all,
Just go have a cuppa, read an article or a friend call.
Eventually it'll come, the words will flow along,
You might even end up, turning it into a song;
Writing poems will be rewarding, just give a go,
And you might enjoy it, they may end up in a show.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Notes For A Tomorrow
i feel very fortunate to be able
to write, and to share my thoughts
and feelings
i also feel a responsibility to write
the truth, not only my truth, but the
truth of all those around me
and so i paint these pictures of life,
some quite beautiful, some harsh and
distressing
we, as a people, and as individuals
are the human race. and what makes
it work is the word we
we are a part of each other, our happiness
and our hopes are dependent on each other
there is no i that is not a part of we!
we have reached a point in time when things
are extremely hard when it's almost impossible
to survive when it would be easy to lose hope
too many wars, too much poverty, too much disease,
too much homelessness, too much despair
if i'm not able to communicate anything else
let it be this each of you, each of us, and all
of life are precious it's time to join hands, and
work together for peace, and for a tomorrow
if we dont, there wont be a tomorrow
every moment we have is a gift a gift that
begs to be shared
in the wake of 9/11, and of the wars let's stand up
stand up and be counted as believers in life, and
in each other
i care about each of you and thank you for your time
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Impossible
If they had ever told me how sweet a kiss could be
I would have said impossible, impossible for me
And if they said Id find you beyond the rainbows end
I would have said impossible, impossible, my friend
To dream about what might have been
Is strange enough for me
But now it seems Im living in
A dream too beautiful to be
If they had said a moonbeam could calm a stormy sea
I would have said impossible but now at last I see
That nothing is impossible if you are here with me
I would have said impossible but now at last I see
That nothing is impossible if you are here with me
song performed by by Nat King Cole, music by Steve Allen, lyrics by Steve Allen (1956)
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Learning
I'm learning to say thank you.
And I'm learning to say please.
And I'm learning to use Kleenex,
Not my sweater, when I sneeze.
And I'm learning not to dribble.
And I'm learning not to slurp.
And I'm learning (though it sometimes really hurts me)
Not to burp.
And I'm learning to chew softer
When I eat corn on the cob.
And I'm learning that it's much
Much easier to be a slob.
poem by Judith Viorst
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The World isn't Limited In My Escapes
Being of a problem solver
Their is things I just love.
Like a challenge of the impossible.
A million variables effects it.
Beyond words can it be explained.
Sometimes it drives me the point of nearly going insane.
Fixing a computer that would otherwise be trashed and considered unfix-able by the pro's.
Fixing a dvd player that disc won't spin because it does not sit level.
Creating a stereo out of an old computer speakers, a walk man, a subwoofer, and a weather band radio.
Creating a program that produces html templates.
Creating a program that produces css designs.
Learning as many computer languages as possible.
The list is very long from the calculus equations of circuit boards design.
To the binary code read and converted to hex.
Then assembly grabs a hold and the operating system comes to be.
Knowledge to the infinity in bounds and limits.
The internet is created as a library of fact and fiction.
Learning to write stories as my own.
In both line and paragraph form.
Being color blind and learning to put the puzzle pieces together by shape.
In chess continuing the game after checkmate.
The world is not limited in my escapes.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Writing Poetry
Some people write poetry
to fulfil their dream,
others write it as a personal diary.
While yet more write to protest.
Some write sonnets
for unfrequented love.
Some bring laughter
to sad faces somewhere,
while others dwell on memories
that they would like to share.
Some write of love, while
others write of God.
Write as you will on anything,
but the main point is that you write,
and give joy to all that will read.
poem by David Harris
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Coffin Text
There was a time when men would prosper
They saw a sign that would offer them the key
Immortality
The desert sand held a place of recourse
Their motivation driven by higher source
A higher source
They let them know there's something more
The writings on the wall
Tell us the story of it all
It makes no sense
Show me the key
The coffin text
The disbelievers came to conquer
The secrets lost in a buried desert tomb
They sealed the truth
As evolution at the pharoah
Silenced the voice that cured all our sorrow
Oh, our sorrow
Silenced the voice that let us know
Fighting, learning, saving, burning
Never know what is coming next
Lying, stealing, never healing
Safe to say we've all beed hexed
It's in the coffin text
song performed by by Unwritten Law
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Pride is Power
Is pride power?
Think of that woman
Smugly ensconced on her
Backrest.
She would prefer to give
Of her wealth
Than beg for anything.
She is proud
And exerts power
Over her beneficiaries.
Think too about that
Beautiful girl
Who shakes her bottoms
This way and that
On the road;
She woos boys
But does not show it.
She is proud
And exercises power
Over her lovers.
Or is it the politician
Who preaches prosperity
At the political rally
Where voters assemble
After favors received.
He is proud
And exercises power over the electorate.
poem by Samuel Nze
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Thirteen
At first, this is the face I will show you
Shallow, thin, smooth
Then we feel each other, like some kind of
New found friends, I
Take another layer, and tell you, this is my face,
Some scars, and lines of age, and furrows,
Then we write many emails, and remember
Common things, like a certain familiarity,
Another layer is taken and exposed,
The face of a sick man, with some
Disappointments in his mind,
Some wounds, wrinkles, and so you
Think, are there other layers of faces still
To show,
Deeper, deeper is there another layer to show
Another face of this man?
Yes, there is another layer, more faces
Hidden underneath each layer,
As we go on, learning from ourselves,
And me learning from myself,
I will be digging for more faces,
Because I am never static
I am growing, and for each growth
Like molting
Another face comes out
Soon, I hope, I must come out
With the most beautiful face
The we can be both proud of,
It is just a matter of time
Depending on how well you have loved me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Faces and layers of faces
At first, this is the face I will show you
Shallow, thin, smooth
Then we feel each other, like some kind of
New found friends, I
Take another layer, and tell you, this is my face,
Some scars, and lines of age, and furrows,
Then we write many emails, and remember
Common things, like a certain familiarity,
Another layer is taken and exposed,
The face of a sick man, with some
Disappointments in his mind,
Some wounds, wrinkles, and so you
Think, are there other layers of faces still
To show,
Deeper, deeper is there another layer to show
Another face of this man?
Yes, there is another layer, more faces
Hidden underneath each layer,
As we go on, learning from ourselves,
And me learning from myself,
I will be digging for more faces,
Because I am never static
I am growing, and for each growth
Like molting
Another face comes out
Soon, I hope, I must come out
With the most beautiful face
The we can be both proud of,
It is just a matter of time
Depending on how well you have loved me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.
quote by Czeslaw Milosz
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I Am Too Tired To Write A Good Poem
I AM TOO TIRED TO WRITE A GOOD POEM
I am too tired to write a good poem
I am too cold also
I have been out all day in the cold and the rain
I have been doing errands since early in the morning
I babysat for four hours in the afternoon
I went out again in the cold and rain to buy a few groceries
I tried to write and could not
I read and overate a few times
I tried to write
But I could not
I am very tired now
A poem should not be a simple clear description of one’s own mood at the moment
I am too tired to write a good poem
But I try to write
And this is the result
A poor poem indeed.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The world is humbug.
How would placing a few cabbage leaves
On my breasts communicate any
Message to the world other than
That I have a bosom to show you?
How would a minister hugging a child
In an orphanage communicate any
Message to the world other than
Remind that he is a minister?
10.07.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I had a lot of trouble with engineers, because their whole background is learning from a functional point of view, and then learning how to perform that function.
Never preach a sermon without a text from the Bible, a text containing the theme which you can elaborate. The text is the best proof in support of your argument. A sermon without a text is an argument without a proof.
quote by Isaac Mayer Wise
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Self
Bluff it is
If I say I'm a learned poet
For I'm not a scholar
So too my poems
My master's degree..
Lost in the abyss of oblivion
Searching out of and on
Those learnt reminiscences
I write to learn
Learning to write
And that learning
For my heart's happy content
You're welcome to read my words
For shared should be my happiness
Pat or hit..I don't bother
For I'm not a learned poet
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Did Your Love For Him Last?
i am just wondering why you do not
write poetry anymore. I am asking myself
if your having jumped over the fence
yielded the bliss on the other side of things.
Are you too happy to forget the sad refrains
of poetry?
or Are you too sad
mourning over another
love lost
that your hands are too weary
to write another love poem for this
valentine's day?
whatever happened, please write me a love poem
sad or happy, please do write me one
i just want to know what a love poem should be all about
after all those years
when we think we really found the true one.
write me, please a love poem, show me the color
and scent of each word, show me the texture of each line,
show me whether the heart is bleeding
or leaping with joy like the one we used to write before together
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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