You know, there's chronological age, there's biological age, and there's psychological age. Chronological age, there's nothing you can do about, which is I'm 52. You set that number aside.
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Layers
See serpent's skin, though paper thin, through time sloughs many layers,
as growth within spurs Eve's soft grin, scales up to supple players.
1964 Index Number out of chronological order
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Modernity is a qualitative, not a chronological, category.
quote by Theodor Adorno
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Time Li[n]es
TIME LI[N]ES
No frontiers or no front tears -
what difference the passing years
fence from complicity a heart
which close must live light years apart
17 May 2008
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I very much dislike writing about myself or my work, and when pressed for autobiographical material can only give a bare chronological outline which contains no pertinent facts.
quote by Shirley Jackson
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Most of our history in space has been communicated in terms of action - what people do, a chronological list of events which have transpired - as opposed to the human experience of having done those things.
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Tapie Roulant à Tapis
TAPIE ROULANT A TAPIS
Appel discret à l'electeur Marseillais
T'a-t-il versé ses sous pour l'amour de ton urne,
A-t-il rempli la vue? Reste tout taciturne!
Pariah a-t-on vu, mais leurs trajets nocturnes –
Illusions perdues – ternissent. La roue tourne,
Et qui joue brûle ses ailes, toujours blâmant Saturne!
20 November 1990
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A racially integrated community is a chronological term timed from the entrance of the first black family to the exit of the last white family.
quote by Saul Alinsky
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Semaine - Ses mains s'ammènent
SEMAINE - SES MAINS S'AMMENENT
Dimanche, départ donné, déferlement!
Lundi, lisant lignes lumineuses, l'écran.
Metamorphoses mysterieuses, Mardi,
Mais Maude, magique, merveilleuse, Mercredi.
Jeudi jouisseur, joies justes, joutes, jouant.
Vendredi vérité vers vers vouant.
Sourires sans soupirs suivent - Samedi...
10 September 1990 revised 27 May 2009
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Psychoanalysis
The Changing phases of the soul
‘twixt simple cils, transparent gleam: -
dear smiles appear,
cheer while revered,
love sighs, - clear skies!
Here peer the eyes sincere
of each kind mind I meet.
There, ranged disgraces written whole,
through arrant, errant, pupils scream: -
queer wiles, veneer,
sheer rile, sneer speared,
jeers, cries, fear, lies,
sere tears, disguise! – sins leer
through each blind mind I treat!
26 December 1977
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Aging
At what designated point?
Does society, consider an individual old?
Is there a chronological time,
when one’s productivity, ceases?
What then shall be done?
Should a person’s prolific contributions,
continue past, that designated juncture?
Must established protocol be re-evaluated?
Is the gift of wisdom,
also the profound ability.
To accept these facts,
reroute formatted policy, no matter when?
20APR05
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Born
He did his schooling
When I was not even
Born.
He passed his graduation
When I was just born!
He came to this world
Much before I was born.
Yet when he writes,
Every poesy of his
Smiles with the innocence
Of a new-born!
With every poetry,
He dons a new birth
And exudes the freshness
Of a baby born!
It's true
Mental age
Has nothing to do
With chronological age.
Physically,
He may be
Old and fragile.
But mentally,
He's strong and agile.
Mind in action like
The stormy gale -
Raining poems on us
Like sleet and hail...! !
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Old age, when?
At what designated point,
does society consider a citizen old?
Is one chronological period designated?
Positive productivity ceases contributing?
What then shall be done with this issue?
Should an elder's creative contributions,
conclude not, but continue beyond established point?
Is it therefore acceptable, to re-examine protocol?
Is the gift of Wisdom, as well?
One's acquired ability,
to accept facts and standards.
Conclude and present, before all, no matter when?
23Nov10
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Mountain Dwellers, Forest Fellers,
Man in his instance of recognition chose solitude above the plains.
We became mountain dwellers, forest fellers, now all that is left
Is for Industry to bellow, scaring with tar a sky once blue has been
Smoked yellow. To know for sure that there lay some truths untold,
It’s all we ask, all we’re asking for is a break from the obscene.
As images flicker un-imaginable rates I search for meaning within the
Signs of the months in their turning. Framed memories arranged in
Chronological orders feed the boundaries of my mind to breed beyond restriction.
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Open Heavens
The Heavens have opened
Pouring down with rain
Pouring down a range of sorrows
Like there is no tomorrow
We stand in unity
Awaiting a faculty of miracles
Praying for some form of immunity
From the uncertain
Famines, tornadoes, earthquakes
Without giving us a break
In no chronological disorder
Our earth, our Mother
Has chosen days and places
To reinstate her authority
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
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Unselfishness is unreasonable
Every action of yours or anyone’s
Springs up from some self wants-
To want to get or get out-
By a motive that can be
Instinctual, biological,
Psychological or ethical.
So service, sacrifice, generosity
And philanthropy are carpets,
With self wants underneath.
30.03.2001, Pmdi
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Religion is an attempt to get control over the sensory world, in which we are placed, by means of the wish-world which we have developed inside us as a result of biological and psychological necessites.
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Surrender Self
SURRENDER SELF
Harmony helps to anticipate
Answers well before core questions put.
Zones dark freed for bright light lead to joy’s flute,
Empathy inspiring, senses sate.
Open door, therefore, unlock each gate
Find minds aligned, serenity takes root
Defying Time as inner ear, acute,
Ends challenge to life’s picture pattern of Fate.
Surrender self, fast cast past cares, relate
Into insight’s rune tune absolute.
Respond with trust and I will follow suit:
Enchantment shared which never may abate.
Mysterious are ways of mice and men,
Complicity create through [th]ink link pen.
5 November 2004 revised 7 March 2009
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In the shade of a long winter yet to come
In the shade of a long winter yet to come
I am standing now:
But
Let me not forget that I was born
In Winter too: but on the fringe
Of it with the Spring:
A case of enjoying both worlds?
Or that the Spring
And Winter together conspired that and such
In my first few days I would be of Winter
But then Spring made its best to gladden me
Began another season in the world
Parallel to my new life, and to it proportionate.
Tele keli bere mesret
Ha! Yes these words, this language:
I project
And what I project in chronology
That is in order chronological
I then assert:
Thoughts, notes, verses, songs are given
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I Heart When Never Mine
I Heart When Never Mine
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She As Ever....
Will Never!
Be Mine?
Facts Once Felt Hard to Except
Acceptance Turn Cold
The Heart To Beat Blood to Ice
A Chronological Freeze
To Thaw the Body
A Heart To Beat
Out of Order In Mind
Time of Hardship's Bind
Break The Heart To Shatter
In Peace Of Mind Disease
Sadness Fills A Whole in Void
Breathes In Cold Vacuum of Heart
As Space Contracts The Heart to Mend
The Finite Chapters The Book of Love
Page Turned Back
poem by Ricardo Antunes
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Warmth And Beauty
The warmth and beauty of this moment
go beyond mere reality, if Seth is right
and true continuity lies in something else
than mere development in space and time
Then this is part of a long series of beautiful
moments that have accumulated since my
early youth and it connects experiences of
insight that span chronological reality
Like the silver cord that binds spirit to
physical form – watching Fred Astaire
perform while dreaming on Turandot
devouring the illustrated book
My mind calms down as if Cesar Milan
himself is taking charge of the canine
posing as my psyche, I am in a state
of such wonderful delight!
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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