The biographer who writes the life of his subject's self-concept passes through a fade into the inner house of life.
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Reflections 101
he writes not because
he wants to be read and
be understood
got him wrong really
he writes because he likes
to live
life writes upon himself
and so he writes upon life too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Give me Hopes, ,
In my House is a Man Blessing's,
In my House is a Man Blessing's,
Thinking that the Battle was all Half Won,
We all Making it again with Truth's that can Never Fade in Lies anymore,
There are Words that give this HOUSE an Everlasting Concept from Same Almighty.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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In My House is a Man Blessing's,
In my House is a Man Blessing's,
In my House is a Man Blessing's,
Thinking that th Battle was all Half Won,
We all Making it again with Truth's that can Never Fade in Lies anymore,
There are Words that give this HOUSE an Everlasting Concept from Same Almighty.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Life Passes Us By All Too Soon
I wasn't sure what was around the corner
In fact my head was up there on high
Never had I seen it all coming
But one day I suddenly opened my eyes
Life Passes Us By All Too Soon-
Hand in hand we both walked along
Your smile meant everything to me
How I recall all those years we spent
And now I'm left to only believe
Life Passes Us By All Too Soon-
I never gave it much a thought I admit
Like a child I never gave it much care
One day that all finally changed
When I turned for you and you wasn't there
Life Passes Us By All Too Soon-
So now I think back to those days gone
As I walk alone and think of you
Forget you never this is what I feel
But life has shown me something new
Life Passes Us By All Too Soon-
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Mimesis: Life Enlightenment Fermentation
mimesis minimal a mere
artistic imitation of life
an artist’s imitation of life?
or nature in techniques
subject matter art literatures
as a reference specified
mimicry nothing more?
usually emphasizing?
smallness humbleness?
unimportance of specific
person subject designated?
Really?
not a critical
a philosophical
term that carries
a wide range of meanings
in context situations?
consider imitatio
representation
mimicry imitation
already deadly
serious applications
are prime on line
receptivity
nonsensuous
similarity
perception
in this connection
wider than
sense-perception
act of resembling
act of expression
presentation of self
simply
a system
of categorized
sensations
to gratuitously
assume
nonsensuous
uncategorized
things-in-themselves
as existing somewhere when
contrary
pure concept
the content
of a surface
as an absolutely
nonsensuous concept
content limitation
may be sensuous
or nonsensuous
help or hinder
conscious
aspiration individual
to attain
enlightenment
fermentation
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Schooling Relationship
you are the subject which i study
understanding and getting to know you psychologically
learning new ways to do right
ways to out do the wrong
you are the subject which i study
practicing and testing the goods and bads
you are the subject which i study
the time has come graduation is here
learn the subject by studing its psychology
understanding is the only way for success
now we move on to the next step
you are the subject which i study to major
as i take hold of your hand
guide you through rough times throughout this life
you are the subject which i study to major
as time goes by ticking away
i studied you all those days
i understand your past history life
your psychology means alot to me
mentally physically emotionally speaking
you are the subject which i study to major...
poem by Diara Armstead
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Must
She writes as if there’s not much time.
She writes to pain, to happiness,
She writes to every remote detailed thought.
She writes to the departed,
to the extant,
to poverty,
to wealth.
She writes to mourn, and grief.
She writes to the wind, the rain,
forest, the desert, and mountains.
She writes to her pouring tears,
to her grateful moments,
She writes because really what she has is time.
She has no little ones to feed, or bathe,
nor a husband to make happy. To write is
to escape- to her. Time is not a problem, time
is just a killing system, she needs to kill in many words.
She writes as if there’s not much time.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Myth and reality
He sits on a hill
Below life choses to be
His cruel biographer
About the sad giraffe he says
There is no such animal
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Wasila
Of your life for his life,
Of your life for her life,
Of your life for my life,
Of my life for your life,
But this place is used for a latrine;
So come up with a different plan on this issue.
You are in the House of Baal and,
I am in the House of Yahweh;
You are in the House of Beth-El and,
I am still in the House of Yahweh;
So come up with a different plan on this issue.
Wasila, are you of the same mind with me?
Then try to be yourself at all times to learn from others;
Because, Yahweh has shorten the borders of Israyl.
Such is life and we have to learn always,
Such is the muse and we have to keep on moving;
For the tides of life do change at all times.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My life passes so quickly
My life passes so quickly
like a stream passing in flood
with water rushing against every thing
My life passes so quickly
that every deed and every word
frolic whirling together and are corded.
My life passes so quickly
like a stream passing in flood.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Passes away
Passes away
Everything passes away
The night the star
The day the fire
Everything everything.
I remained as it is
Where it is
Here as a fairy tale.
Death passes away
Birth passes away
And passes away
Everything passes away.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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My Smile
My smile may fade soon because darkness is so much in my life. The pain seems to be increasing so much. Every day passes and life is testing me. Somehow, I have got to survive. Such testing times I have been through before and one thing which is coming right now through my heart is that I will survive through grace of OM Sai Ram. I love you Sai Baba. I am not perfect and that is why I am only just a Simple human being.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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An Old Man Waits For a Poem To Come
AN OLD MAN WAITS FOR A POEM TO COME
An old man waits for a poem to come
How many poems will come
Before he’s done?
An old man writes and writes and writes
He will write
To the end of his life.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Written in Black Ink
Upon
The tear-stained
Paper
She writes
Writes,
Her story
Her experiences
Her life
Written in
Black ink
Upon
The tear-stained
Paper
She writes
Writes,
Her sorrows
People she lost
People who are gone
Written in
Black ink
She writes for
Days and
Days
Until
At last
Her masterpiece
Is finished
Her eyes Begin to
Close and
Oblivion Takes hold
And when she
Awakens
Her story will be written
Written in black ink
poem by Autumn Winds
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Worthy or not, my life is my subject, and my subject is my life.
quote by Giacomo Casanova
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Change your ways
Change your ways,
Change your ways,
Make a way for the Lord,
In His house there are lessons,
Hope and pray for that reward,
In all my awakening,
I realised alot of lessons,
My life is another change of thought,
There is a reason that we avail and never fail,
This is the only choice for me,
When they all seem deceptive,
It is right to make the good choices in life,
That you may conquer the worldly burdens,
It is only the Master who is loving,
By His law we understand all life's concept.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Life Vs Mylife
LIFE
IS HAPPY AND GOOD
MY LIFE
IS FULL OF SHAME AND REGRET
LIFE
CONSISTS OF EVERYONE
MY LIFE
CONSISTS OF ONLY ME
LIFE
CONSISTS OF LIFE
MY LIFE
CONSISTS OF DEATH AND PAIN
LIFE
TOLD ME WHAT I KNOW NOW
MY LIFE
HELPED ME BELIEVE IT
LIFE
TAUGHT ME TO BE STRONG
MY LIFE TAUGHT ME TO BECOME IT
LIFE
IS THE SUBJECT
MY LIFE
IS THE REASON
LIFE
TOLD ME TO FIGHT
MY LIFE
TOLD ME TO GIVE UP
LIFE
THOUGHT I ACTUALLY WOULD GIVE UP
MY LIFE
KEPT ME STRONG FOR ME, MY FAMLY, MY NIECE (RIP) , AND MY FRIENDS
LOVE THE POETIC PRINCESS
poem by Michole Petersen
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What's the subject of life - to get rich? All of those fellows out there getting rich could be dancing around the real subject of life.
quote by Paul A. Volcker
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Mimesis: Minimal
mimesis minimal a mere
artistic imitation of life
an artist’s imitation of life?
or nature in techniques
subject matter art literatures
as a reference specified?
mimicry nothing more?
usually emphasizing?
smallness humbleness?
unimportance of specific
person subject designated?
Really?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Financial Guru Suze Orman
Suze Orman writes on financial success,
she helps you create a life of material
and spiritual abundance.
Suze has been on the #1 Bestseller’s list,
I’ve read her book The Courage To Be Rich.
In this book she states you need to have courage
not only to be rich, but also with financial hardship,
She also writes you need to nurture and respect,
respect your money for it will do the same with you.
For money has a real relationship with value.
Now Suze has a lot of wisdom,
She writes also on The Nine Steps To Financial Freedom.
In this book you see where you stand,
Real life situation that she prepares you for and to understand.
Now Suze’s has a show on PBS
it is called The Money Class.
People have paid off their house, and haven’t used
credit cards in 5 years, student wrote and he is sincere.
Suze speaks from the heart, that’s what sets her apart.
So become more financially secure,
read, watch and listen to Suze Orman
for she is real and makes things clear.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on October 5,2011
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