Each blade of grass has its spot on earth whence it draws its life, its strength; and so is man rooted to the land from which he draws his faith together with his life.
quote by Joseph Conrad
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A Single Blade Of Grass
A single blade of grass
Is it dead
Is it living
Is it breathing
Does it see
Does it feel
Does it die
Who draws the line
With life and death
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Inexpressibility
Nothing can utter life
Neither the growth of grass leaves
In which love draws the circles of creation
Nor the whisper of water in which
The ripples are endlessly destroyed
Neither the strength of the mountains
Doubling the strength of forests into an echo
Nor being silent before the element
Which is closest to singing
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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To The Girls Of The Unions
GIRLS, we love you, and love
Asks you to give again
That which draws it above,
Beautiful, without stain.
Give us weariless faith
In our Cause pure, passionate,
Dearer than life and death,
Dear as the love that's it!
Give to the man who turns
Traitrous hands or forlorn
Back from the plough that burns,
Give him pitiless scorn!
Let him know that no wife
Would bear him a fearless child
To hate and loathe the life
Of a leprous father defiled.
Girls, we love you, and love
Asks you to give again
That which draws it above,
Beautiful, without stain!
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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Sonnet LXXIX: The Monochord
Is it this sky's vast vault or ocean's sound
That is Life's self and draws my life from me,
And by instinct ineffable decree
Holds my breath quailing on the bitter bound?
Nay, is it Life or Death, thus thunder-crown'd,
That 'mid the tide of all emergency
Now notes my separate wave, and to what sea
Its difficult eddies labour in the ground?
Oh! what is this that knows the road I came,
The flame turned cloud, the cloud returned to flame,
The lifted shifted steeps and all the way?—
That draws round me at last this wind-warm space,
And in regenerate rapture turns my face
Upon the devious coverts of dismay?
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Mirror of life
The two faced mirror of life
Why do you deceive me and make me look pretty
Where is the mirror
Why do you make me look so pretty
When the hands of death draws me near to its eternal bosom
The two faced mirror of life
The jars of perfume are not helping
The smell of death draws near
Let death no longer lie to me
Death, the two faced mirror of life
poem by Doris Dzameshie
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Harassment
A harassed heart finds humanity,
Dripping from a blade and scythe;
The staggering achievements are fed
To lions of strength and breathing.
The spots I find the tempest corrode me,
As my harassment is without cessation.
Rest on earth that bends so oddly and dreamily,
Rest on it until hearts rend asunder into smithereens.
Light is a twin for divine particles
Existing from an array of hope.
Where there is a spot of dreariness,
I spot the spot on which I stand to comprehend.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The unfair act
An object draws one's attention.
Both are culpable.
A woman draws man's eyes.
Both are culpable.
Blaming man is unfair.
21.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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hurt draws a line
love draws a longer line
just above it
quote by by Indira Babbellapati (19 December 2009)
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Any Faith
Belief it comes in every kind; faith that grips the heart and mind,
But faith’s deeper than belief, like a branch that holds each leaf,
When you’re planted in the Tree, within the Branch of all Eternity,
All leaves never wither or fall, being nourished by the Lord of all.
There’s men with faith, although, are not rooted enough to grow,
Head belief but no spiritual root, within this life, produce no fruit.
And a faith with only head belief, produces withered, falling leaf.
Rooted only in spiritual sand, upon The Rock they cannot stand.
There are beliefs in many a place, having faith less God’s Grace,
In many beliefs, it’s understood, that mankind is basically good,
Men building a faith down here, without that need for Godly fear,
Ignoring Truth wanting His love, thinking all get to Heaven above.
Some with a faith about the earth, see no need for spiritual birth,
Never looking up to The Creator, with no thought about a Savior,
Being stewards of God’s creation, with no need of His salvation.
As saving earth is the urgent need, the only truth men must heed.
Any faith, as noble as it may be, cannot save a soul for Eternity,
If that faith has ignored, the blood atonement of Christ our Lord,
If it fails to embrace this Truth, ahead will only be strong reproof,
As faith in Christ is the only belief, that gives a soul eternal relief.
(Copyright ©08/2008)
I Dropped My Draws
I dropped my draws!
And instantly...
We did not care,
Where they were!
I drew her in my mind!
All the time.
On my canvas!
I caught the sunlight on her hair.
Dew dipped in the mornings,
To glisten.
With a hint of tint...
Captured by the setting of the Sun.
And after I was done...
I would collect my drawings,
To begin my long walk home!
High on Russian Hill.
In San Francisco.
And she rushed around from Chestnut.
Brushed against me...
As I turned to lose sight of the Wharf.
We bumped!
And I dropped my draws.
Scattered they flew into the street.
She noticed her image,
On nearly all of them.
She looked at me and grinned.
Within an instant...
We fixed our eyes.
And neither one of us cared,
Where my draws were.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like A Hemisphere
He sees what Im lacking and he tells me without attacking my life
He sees what Im needing and he gives me love without my pleading
I see where his worries lie and I help him to decide
He sees what Im missing that sometimes I need to be alone but sometimes I need him to listen
Like a hemisphere he surrounds me with a wisdom that astounds me
Like the horizon he draws my eye to him and he makes me see just how lonely I have been
He knows what Im thinking without a sign without blinking my eyes
I know what hes asking in our love there aint no masking no disguise
I know what hes after its the truth and the laughter
Why cant we see in ourselves all the beauty we see in everybody else
Like a hemisphere he surrounds me with a wisdon that astounds me
Like the horizon he draws my eye to him and he makes me see
Like a radio he calls out to me in the middle of the night
Like a hemisphere he is perfectly clear and he makes me see just how lonely I have been
I dont wanna go through this life just getting by I want to fly
I dont wanna go through this life not asking why
I need to know why we are here we are here together now
I dont wanna go through this life just to die
Well you made me see just how lonely I have been
Like a hemisphere he surrounds me with a wisdom that astounds me
Like the horizon he draws my eye to him and makes me see
Like a radio he calls out to me in the middle of the night
Like a hemisphere he is perfectly clear and he makes me see just how lonely I have been
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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Change The World
We can change the world...
The difference is in the way...
The difference is in the way we are as people
The difference is the sum of what we are
So look at the things that join us together
And take away the things that pull us apart
Ooh, we can change the world...
The light that draws us through the tunnel of perception
Is brighter than the light
That makes us shield our eyes
Just believe in the idea and its purity
No need to question its source,
No need for lies
Ooh, we can change the world...
Love of my life, we can change the world...
We can change...
Changes...
The magnetism
That you feel inside
Draws you closer
To the heart of the matter
And the wisdom
That you see outside
Is only a mattter
Of learning
And forgetting
Ooh, we can change the world...
Love of my life, we can change the world...
Lyrics: gold, hine
song performed by by Alphaville
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Change The World (demo 1)
We can change the world...
The difference is in the way...
The difference is in the way we are as people
The difference is the sum of what we are
So look at the things that join us together
And take away the things that pull us apart
Ooh, we can change the world...
The light that draws us through the tunnel of perception
Is brighter than the light
That makes us shield our eyes
Just believe in the idea and its purity
No need to question its source,
No need for lies
Ooh, we can change the world...
Love of my life, we can change the world...
We can change...
Changes...
The magnetism
That you feel inside
Draws you closer
To the heart of the matter
And the wisdom
That you see outside
Is only a mattter
Of learning
And forgetting
Ooh, we can change the world...
Love of my life, we can change the world...
Lyrics: gold, hine
song performed by by Alphaville
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A blade of grass is a commonplace on Earth; it would be a miracle on Mars. Our descendants on Mars will know the value of a patch of green. And if a blade of grass is priceless, what is the value of a human being?
Carl Sagan in Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space
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Everyone should carefully observe which way his heart draws him, and then choose that way with all his strength.
Sonnet
Now let the draughtsman of my eyes be done
marking the line of petal and of hill.
Let the long commentary of the brain
be silent. Evening and the earth are one,
and bird and tree are simple and stand still.
Now, fragile heart swung in your webs of vein,
and perilous self won hardly out of clay,
gather the harvest of last light, and reap
the luminous fields of sunset for your bread.
Blurs the laborious focus of the day
and shadow brims the hillside slow as sleep.
Here is the word that, when all words are said,
shall compass more than speech. The sun is gone;
draws on the night at last; the dream draws on.
poem by Judith Wright
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A surprise from Mama
when the winter draws near,
Mama will give a shout.
From the strength of her innermost faith,
She'll shout for Joy.
All through an unending satisfaction.
Satisfaction of edification through her faith.
She'll shout, she'll shout.
Never would she cease.
Accross the road of Happiness
Lies joy.
Beside the home of joy,
Lies Mama's song.
Ah, Ah - Eh, Eh she continues to sing.
Singing and dancing at the same time.
Living no space for distractions
Believing in the control of Joy.
Mama, you are full of surprises
poem by Jackson Nyoho
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Sestina
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow,
to the short day and to the whitening hills,
when the colour is all lost from the grass,
though my desire will not lose its green,
so rooted is it in this hardest stone,
that speaks and feels as though it were a woman.
And likewise this heaven-born woman
stays frozen, like the snow in shadow,
and is unmoved, or moved like a stone,
by the sweet season that warms all the hills,
and makes them alter from pure white to green,
so as to clothe them with the flowers and grass.
When her head wears a crown of grass
she draws the mind from any other woman,
because she blends her gold hair with the green
so well that Amor lingers in their shadow,
he who fastens me in these low hills,
more certainly than lime fastens stone.
Her beauty has more virtue than rare stone.
The wound she gives cannot be healed with grass,
since I have travelled, through the plains and hills,
to find my release from such a woman,
yet from her light had never a shadow
thrown on me, by hill, wall, or leaves’ green.
I have seen her walk all dressed in green,
so formed she would have sparked love in a stone,
that love I bear for her very shadow,
so that I wished her, in those fields of grass,
as much in love as ever yet was woman,
closed around by all the highest hills.
The rivers will flow upwards to the hills
before this wood, that is so soft and green,
takes fire, as might ever lovely woman,
for me, who would choose to sleep on stone,
all my life, and go eating grass,
only to gaze at where her clothes cast shadow.
Whenever the hills cast blackest shadow,
with her sweet green, the lovely woman
hides it, as a man hides stone in grass.
poem by Dante Alighieri
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Sky With Hand
Faith...
Faith...
Is life...
Faith faith...
Is dream...
Faith faith
Is god...
Faith faith
Is love...
Faith faith
Is tommrow...
Faith faith
Is with win...
Faith faith
With all...
You are not
Faith full
You only loose
The life for your self
Another and another's...
win the world...
With faith to faith
Again and agian you
Run...
Sky with hand...
Thats for faith...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Bars
He paces the space off
between the bars,
draws a cigarette out of his ass
and a match
that is hidden beneath the mattress
which he draws against a cement floor
and the match lights up
and in ecstasy
he draws in the marijuana fumes.
Just now somebody
are going to enter him from behind
in the shower
and he tries
to get it out of his thoughts
and thinks about the Vaseline
with which he is going
to wipe his body glowing
and suddenly the cigarette tastes bitter
and like a animal in zoo
he is caught and caged in
and monotony eats through his humanity
and he count while he measures his paces,
do a few push ups
and forces a grin
as he thinks that a hero character would have
l’Envoi
but the longing for drugs
is already in him
and to be bound to it
is another kind of penalty, a jail
where no light ever comes
that is making him an animal
who acts irrationally
waiting for the next fix.
poem by Gert Strydom
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