When I read great literature, great drama, speeches, or sermons, I feel that the human mind has not achieved anything greater than the ability to share feelings and thoughts through language.
quote by James Earl Jones
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It is only by introducing the young to great literature, drama and music, and to the excitement of great science that we open to them the possibilities that lie within the human spirit -- enable them to see visions and dream dreams.
quote by Eric Anderson
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Poetry The Beacon!
Beacon of literature is ever poetry only!
Greatness of literature lies in quality ideas;
Richness of language depends on poetry;
Worthiness of matter in poetry only is best!
Writing needs creative mind whatever thing is!
Novels, Short stories, Prose and Poetry are they
That enhance the richness of literature ever;
That too writing poetry makes one great sure!
Having chosen the form of poetry to write itself
Is not an easy matter as it needs skill and time
To write what one feels, thinks and conceives
In heart, mind and soul, otherwise no good at all!
Other forms of literature needs concentrated work
But poetry needs natural ability to express free all!
poem by Ramesh T A
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The Language I Feel Most At Home In
THE LANGUAGE I FEEL MOST AT HOME IN
The language I feel most at home in
Is not my own.
My own sacred language
Is my second best.
English is too great for me
And I am not like Joyce
Able to contend with and transcend it –
I write my small lines in the language
Shakespeare is the glass of fashion and the mould of form of –
I one more minor actor in a cast of many millions
Play my words upon the page as best I can.
But why mind and remember me and mine
When there are so many and so so much far greater?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Oh The Poems
OH THE POEMS AND THE POEMS AND THE POEMS
Oh the poems and the poems and the poems
Oh the love of Literature
Oh all that stuff
I have given my life to-
Words and meanings and feelings
Pages and pages and pages –
What it is all this literary life for?
When out the window out the door
With our eyes we see in an instant other worlds other dreams?
I don’t know and I will never know
And Literature is certainly far more than I can say it is-
Oh the poems and this poem and this day turning grey
And all my life old and old and more old and more old-
Oh why oh why oh why
And always back to God
My last rescue and refuge and escape
I who have read so much Great Literature
And can only write this-
Oh the why and the oh oh oh and the words
And the whole world of Literature
I would belong to and do not.
Oh the words oh the world oh the Literature
Oh God help me please can’t you please help me a little or not?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Well, you sort of get out of the pool room, you get out of the Marine Corps, you get out and read some literature, you become involved with people who also want to know and are ready to share some ideas about literature and thoughts, and it becomes nourished that way.
quote by Harvey Keitel
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Prepared To Deliver And Teach
Speeches, sermons, lectures...
Are prepared to deliver and teach.
However...
If they are delivered too seriously,
Without a bit of comedy...
Those giving those speeches,
Sermons and lectures...
To teach with an outreach to people,
Will find most of them asleep.
Disturbed from a droning boredom,
Only to awaken to applaud...
Begun by those relieved with sighs,
That whatever was heard...
With the giving of a patience,
Is over!
'You were wonderful.
I sat through it with my eyes closed.
Absorbing in meditation...
Every meaning of your intention.
To allow the depths of your words to sink in.
But I must ask you this...
Do you mind explaining parts of it I miss? '
~No!
Not at all.
Which parts were those? ~
'The beginning? '
~Yes.~
'And...
The end.'
~Okay? ~
'Do you mind repeating,
What was said in between them? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Great
Like a mother mine was delighted she gave birth
It feels as great as we felt coming to live on earth
Great as we thought it was when joining school
Highly respectable as we perceived our graduation
with great love of money for love and infatuation
Much as we thought money made people great
Then the job made great impact on love perception
We were held higher by those thinking we were great
Our mind made us take a great pride in education
With little regards to the good great book we forgot
For great eloquence in language for communication
For great crowds of ladies and gentlemen we fought
The more lovers one has, the easier it was to feel great
How great was the lavish and satisfaction
How great the diversity and the depth we experienced
How great the comfort to feel the hardness and softness
How great on earth does it taste fornication?
How great when we fear not for our Godlessness
How great when we die is going to be our tribulation?
poem by Linus Kithinji Njeru
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Great literature, past or present, is the expression of great knowledge of the human heart; great art is the expression of a solution of the conflict between the demands of the world without and that within.
quote by Edith Hamilton
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Language exists only on the surface of our consciousness. The great human struggles are played out in silence and in the ability to express oneself.
quote by Franz Xavier Kroetz
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I never wanted to become an actress because I'd read great literature or seen great Shakespeare. It was more just wanting to understand what the people were really like, why they said all the strange things they did.
quote by Julie Walters
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Big Mistake
Sad songs,
Surround me.
Sad thoughts,
Cloud my mind.
Sad feelings,
Take control.
Sad mistakes,
Haunt me.
Bad songs,
Surround me.
Bad thoughts,
Cloud my mind.
Bad feelings,
Take control.
Bad mistakes,
Haunt me.
Angry songs,
Surround me.
Angry thoughts,
Cloud my mind.
Angry feelings,
Take control.
Angry mistakes,
Haunt me.
Scared songs,
Surround me.
Scared thoughts,
Cloud my mind.
Scared feelings,
Take control.
Scared mistakes,
Haunt me.
Numb songs,
Surround me.
Numb thoughts,
Cloud my mind.
Numb feelings,
Take control.
Numb mistakes,
Haunt me.
Happy songs,
Surround me.
Happy thoughts,
Cloud my mind.
Happy feelings,
Take control.
Happy mistakes,
Haunt me.
Good songs,
Surround me.
Good thoughts,
Cloud my mind.
Good feelings,
Take control.
Good mistakes,
Haunt me.
Funny songs,
Make me happy.
Funny thoughts,
Make me laugh.
Funny feelings,
Make me better.
Funny mistakes,
I think about.
Great songs,
I listen to.
Great thoughts,
Not about you.
Great feelings, m
Come back.
Great mistakes,
They were you,
And that mistake,
Is gone,
Forever...
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Angel That You Are.
you are special you are sweet you are everything that is neat and everything that you think you are nothing that is bad just everything that is kind and soft and great and worthy of a great remembrance may your name be echoed into infinity and beyond and still enough kick to bounce to heavens forth and back again your personality is that of two things great and even greater you know how to make one smile when things are great but u know how to make one always feel like they can be better when things are greater like how supermans only weakness is near kryptonite is like how i feel by knowing u are sad and would want to do super things to make u smile and make everything feel whole again good luck and good bless .... i miss you.
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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You Do Not Own Me!
you do not own me!
you do not own my body!
i will not wear your chains!
i take off my shirt,
and show the marks on my back
to the world, defiant to the end!
you do not own my mind!
you cannot tell me what i can think.
you will not tell me
what i can and cannot read!
you cannot tell me what to believe.
i do not buy your lie!
you do not own my heart!
you cannot limit my ability to feel.
you will not tell me whom i can
and cannot love.
you do not own my words.
i speak from the scars on my body.
i speak with the thoughts
of a free mind... i speak
from the feelings of my heart.
you do not own me,
and you never will.
i have decided to be free!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Don't Forget who is your Father
God is Great
He created you and me so ladies and gentleman
he is the only person to praise and pray
Cause some of us we pray Alan people you pray him
who is him God is the one who created us
so guys help me to Thank him every time i'm sick i call him cause
he is the hiller the killer of diseases in the world
Help me to sing.
How great is our God sing with me how great is our God
all we sing is how great is our God age to age praise his
Great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great great great great great
GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD..
Thank you Help me pliz.
poem by Ruvimbo Daisy Matsika
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My Thoughts
Thought in the eyes,
The ears.
Thought in mind,
The brain,
Thought in heart,
The soul.
Great thought is great
when it becomes great deeds.
With my thoughts within
Building my world within
Learning with thought;
Is great learning wisdom.
Learning without thought,
Is opportunity lost.
Thought for others
Thought for God
Thought for good
Thought for God’s blessing
Thoughts teach me,
Thoughts educate me,
Thoughts clarify me,
Thoughts enlighten me.
Thoughts make me wise
Thoughts make me patience
Thoughts make me trust others
Thoughts make me clam.
Thoughts before act
Is smart and wise
Act before thoughts
Is stupid and foolish
That’s my thoughts
They make thinking clear
They make belief deepen
They make confidence high.
In thoughts, my world
In my world, make my thoughts.
In thoughts, my words
In my words, make my speech
It’s my thoughts count
Counting my thoughts
To endless counting thoughts
Thinking the thoughts endlessly
My thoughts and thoughts again.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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We continue to recognize the greater ability of some to earn more than others. But we do assert that the ambition of the individual to obtain for him a proper security is an ambition to be preferred to the appetite for great wealth and great power.
quote by Franklin D. Roosevelt
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G*d Unnamed
So many are reluctant, in their speech,
to make referral to the name of God;
as if to speak thus is to overreach
what may by human mind be understood.
Yet is it not the given power of mind
to do this very thing, and boldly seek
always the greater picture, there to find
the greater causes, and of them to speak?
Our consciousness is greater than the Sun;
it shines beyond the shadows of the mind;
in universal thoughts that look to One
a richer life this greater love may find.
Thus unnamed unity may head our quest;
for Goodness, Truth and Beauty there still rest..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Constantly I wonder how can I be part of it?
Constantly I wonder how can I be part of it
of a literature in which I read contempt to God,
in which people sing about relationships with the same sex;
use cursing words, the lowest language without fear?
Without Godly protection
even the mightiest fortress will fall
and this beautiful language, Afrikaans
is part of me as a born in thing.
When a great Afrikaans poet then tramples over me,
I know that he is not walking in the steps of God;
honour to the own self, self-elevation
is time and again betrayed by his words.
Still my verses in Afrikaans is holding strong,
while savages are ruling the country and are doing as they seem fit.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Great literature is simply language charged with meaning to the utmost possible degree.
quote by Ezra Pound
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Answered Prayers
I prayed for riches, and achieved success;
All that I touched turned into gold. Alas!
My cares were greater and my peace was less,
When that wish came to pass.
I prayed for glory, and I heard my name
Sung by sweet children and by hoary men.
But ah! the hurts – the hurts that come with fame.
I was not happy then.
I prayed for Love, and had my heart’s desire.
Through quivering heart and body, and through brain,
There swept the flame of its devouring fire,
And but the scars remain.
I prayed for a contented mind. At length
Great light upon my darkened spirit burst.
Great peace fell on me also, and great strength –
Oh, had that prayer been first!
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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