Life without sex might be safer but it would be unbearably dull. It is the sex instinct which makes women seem beautiful, which they are once in a blue moon, and men seem wise and brave, which they never are at all. Throttle it, denaturalize it, take it away, and human existence would be reduced to the prosiac, laborious, boresome, imbecile level of life in an anthill.
quote by H.L. Mencken
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Unbearably Blue
Russian blue, yeah russian blue
Like sapphire in the sun
She taunted me so tenderly
What speck of logic I possess
Was hard on the run
I begged myself, dont give an inch
Dont wrestle with them eyes
One fatal glance, one look askance
Will only end in sorrow
Oh, dear boy, be advised
Youre a happy man, and happy man
Resist what fools might do
Yeah, right, such noble words would be wise
If only they were truev cause her eyes are so unbearably blue
Now aint I smart, so insufferably smart
Why it leaves me stupefied
The face is flush, my mind is mush
I oughta cut and run
But all I do is slip and slide
Seems my body and my soul
Got conflicting points of view
Now then, which master do I serve
If I only knew
cause her eyes are so unbearably blue
Unbearably blue
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Brave New World
Dying swans twisted wings, beauty not needed here
Lost my love, lost my life, in this garden of fear
I have seen many things, in a lifetime alone
Mother love is no more, bring this savage back home
Wilderness house of pain, makes no sense of it all
Close this mind dull this brain, messiah before his fall
What you see is not real, those who know will not tell
All is lost sold your souls to this brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
Dragon kings dying queens, where is salvation now
Lost my life lost my dreams, rip the bones from my flesh
Silent screams laughing here, dying to tell you the truth
You are planned and you are damned in this brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
Dying swans twisted wings, bring this savage back home
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Men Are Made For Women
The life runs on two tracks
both needs to be parallel
the difference of a thread
makes the life to be out track
and leaves a ruin behind.
But believe in me
men are made for women
men are made for safety and security
for women, to fulfill their all needs
the existence of this world is
only with the love of women
Men betray at every stage
but women betray very often
that so they maintain to run the life
on the parallel track of life.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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“Animals We Are! ”
I wish I had a thousand lives
Carrying my faithful veins
I could lead those one after another
Even a life of an owl I’d prefer rather
I wish I were not of man-kind
And with my animal instinct
The roots of morality could stay unshaken
Even a life of an insect wouldn’t have forsaken
I wish I were anything having a life on earth
With a better proof of the existence
Outliving like an earthworm, a fish or a dog
A reptile or avian even a dolphin or a frog
A single-celled Protozoa
A big tree or a plant
Even a snail, snake or a wolf’s life
I wish I could grant.
We can always be human
Meeting each day a wise new man
But the Animal Kingdom to which we belong
So, animals we are; this truth can’t be wrong.
Written on the evening of the 29th of April,2010
poem by Munia Khan
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Life is for the Living.
Life is a two way street, you can go up or you can go down,
You can be ungrateful, want what you want with your limited knowledge,
And for everything just frown.
Your life can become a never ending misery, old age, sickness and you die,
Or you can listen to the wise man before your time
And learn to question everything, asking why?
Life is for the living, let go, let come what has to teach you,
Face everything with enthusiasm, gratefulness
And look always for something interesting to do.
Never stop learning how to take care of your soul, so is your body,
Be brave, face what comes, solve problems, listen
And know that life can be a beautiful melody.
You heard the wise saying that you can choose between life or malediction,
You have a free will and a self judgement built into you for protection.
What you give out or even think will return to you,
Kindness, but the truth will build you up,
Hostility and fraud hit back with sickness, problems and you'll always be blue.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Together
God, it's a pretty day!
late summer sunshine,
with just enough of a breeze
to keep it from being unbearably hot...
in the distance the mountains
sit cross-legged like old monks,
practicing breathing...
in and out, embracing life.
so many people with problems,
yet still stopping to say 'hello'...
kind words, and a little laughter,
clouds hanging in a blue sky...
people are just people...
and that's what makes it all
worthwhile... fix what you can,
keep your head up, keep going...
we're in this thing together!
it's a beautiful day.... somewhere
fish are biting.... and people
sit down together to share a meal!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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So?
Life is beautiful
Life is not boring
Which makes it not beautiful life
Which makes life boring
and something annoying is the human
While I would...
Life is beautiful
Life is not boring
Then I had to find a good man
While the good man is hard to find
So?
Please give me advice...
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Blue Moon
Blossoming from the rock
A soul of a desperate lock
Becomes one with the blue moon
Hues of blue and gray
A due of death today
A blue moon rises in the west
It seemed so long ago
When the moon was so-so
And never went to the side of the blue
Now life is happening
And flowers are dying
The moon so blue is in the middle of the night sky
A love is a death
With a beginning and end
Just like the blue moon
With the beginning of a new day
The moon is hidden
And a new life is born
Unlike the moon of blue
Copyright 2006 Dustin Bennefield
poem by Dustin Bennefield
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Human Existence On Earth
How do you define human existence on earth?
Some say our life on earth is like a journey
The journey begins from the day we are born
And terminates the day we die
Others say that our life is a school
We start learning from the day we are born
Everyday of our life on earth
There is always something new to learn
The schooling ends the day we die
Few compare our life on earth to the sun
Our sunrise is the day we are born
While our sun sets on the day we die
Our life can also be likened to a flower
The flower is planted the day we are born
As we grow up, our flower germinates
When we reach middle-age
Our flower blooms and sparkles
After we retire, our flower fades away
Life of humans can also be equated to the four seasons
The spring covers birth to adolescent years
Summer of our life begins from adolescent to middle-age
While fall season starts from middle-age to retirement
The winter of our life will be from retirement to death
Another analogy is to liken human existence on earth
To the waxing and waning of the moon
From our birth to the time we retire from active service
Can be compared to waxing of the new moon to full moon
While our life from retirement to our death
Can be associated with the waning of full moon to new moon
Whatever may be your own analysis of life?
Always live everyday to the fullest
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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To The Sun
More beatiful than the remarkable moon and her noble light,
More beautiful than the stars, the famous medals of the night,
More beautiful than the fiery entrance a comet makes,
And called to a part far more splendid than any other planet's
Because daily your life and my life depend on it, is the sun.
Beautifu sun that rises, his work not forgotten,
And completes it, most beautifully in summer, when a day
Evaporates on the coast, and effortlessly mirrored the sails
Pass through your sight, till you tire and cut short the last.
Without the sun even art takes the veil again,
You cease to appear to me, and the sea and the sand,
Lashed by shadows, take refuge under my eyelids.
Beautiful light, that keeps us warm, preserves us, marvellously makes sure
That I see again and that I see you again!
Nothing more beautiful under the sun than to be under the sun . . .
Nothing more beautiful than to see the stick in water and the bird above,
Pondering his flight, and, below, the fishes in shoals,
Coloured, moulded, brought into the world with a mission of light,
And to see the radius, the square of a field, my landscape's thousand angles
and the dress you have put on. And yourdress, bell-shaped and blue!
Beautiful blue, in which peacocks walk and bow,
Blue of far places, the zones of joy with weathers that suit my mood,
Blue chance on the horizon! and my enchanted eyes
Dilate again and blink and burn themselves sore.
Beautiful sun, to whom dust owes great admiration yet,
Not for the moon, therefore, and not for the stars, and not
Because night shows off with comets, trying to fool me,
But for your sake, and endlessly soon, and for you above all
I shall lament the inevitable loss of my sight.
poem by Ingeborg Bachmann
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Ignorant people see life as either existence or non-existence, but wise men see it beyond both existence and non-existence to something that transcends them both; this is an observation of the Middle Way.
quote by Lucius Annaeus Seneca
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The Color of the Moon
The color of the moon
so pale and so blue
makes me wanna cry
when I look at the moon
In black or white
dark or light
the moon cries
with all its might
With the moon cries
life dies
and the earth
breathes a heavy sigh
The color of the moon
so pale and so blue
makes me wanna cry
when I see the color of the moon
poem by Jasmine Thompson
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Long Song of Celebration (pt.I)
Beautiful celebration and tribute to the ageless muse
gift of flowering poesy is a gem delivered to us
from the collective source,
powers of the mind and human will, realization of human potential
Peace Love Humanity Best Wishes always forever
Lucid, loving and intelligent and Beautiful
My senses say, the poem takes on a life of its own and all a poet can do is keep up and listen
my instinct says, just live, just live,
follow what flows in the blood and live.
A tremendous celebration, intimate bond with life and land from which the inspiration sprouts
go outside, just breathe and inhale the earth!
retreating into the depths of the outdoors
great work of Beautiful wisdom speaks to the heart of all
wise ageless souls, young voices
Pure beings of enlightenment!
a bright future, What depth, an ageless gem!
I stress myself for hours trying to convey the same age old message!
Pure Simple Truth, This is all that any poem need say
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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All The Glorious Things Of Splendor
She is mine but yet I don’t own her
She makes my life so much better
Life is no longer bitter but sweeter
For all questions she is the answer
Gray skies are now bluer
The moon shines for me brighter
She makes my heart flutter
My existence is now fuller
I adore her laughter
All my burdens seem lighter
She taste of the sweetest nectar
All fruits now are riper
I have started a new chapter
No more stress for she makes me calmer
To heaven she draws me closer
I am truly happier
I have found my four-leaf clover
The breeze now blows cooler
I will love her forever
Into wedlock we shall enter
She is full of wonder
She is a good listener
She is the greatest lover
She is truly a keeper
She is sweeter than sugar
She is hotter than summer
She is my teacher
She is a treasure
She makes me so much richer
She makes me stronger
She keeps me warmer
She makes me smarter
She makes me feel so much younger
She has so much to offer
Although her heart has been broken prior
No woman could ever be nicer
To get to her I’d cross the widest river
I am caught up in her rapture
Each moment spent I savor
With her I feel safer
I am like clay and she the sculpture
In the light her eyes shimmer
My princess with the golden slipper
My rough edges now smoother
Of my story, she is the writer
No love could ever be truer
I have an appointment at the alter
I will love her here and ever after
My beautiful precious flower
No longer the selfish loner
She sparkles like sapphire
I am the flame and her the fire
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Blue Moon
Blue moon is ‘a' rising
Shining so blue surprising
Is it me or is it you?
That makes your shade so blue?
Blue moon it's ‘a' crying
Why so sad, am I prying?
Blue moon weep not for me
Shine your glory for all to see
Blue moon full in ‘a' glory
So many shades you have tell your story
Silver and blood and now you are blue
What prey tell decides your hue?
Blue moon is ‘a' glow
Your blue face on show
Smile down on me now
For a smile from you will show me how
Blue moon is such ‘a' rarity
Your secrets kept within your entity
Locked away in your heart of hearts
Your magic never ends once it starts
Blue moon is ‘a' gone
How I admired you as you shone
You're off to sleep for another day
But in my dreams you will always stay…
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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To me, human existence exists on a multiple level, not just on a two-dimensional level, not just having to be identified with what you do and what you say.
quote by Ornette Coleman
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A Deep Ocean and Vast Universe!
Romance in real life is story of Mills & Boon;
Never leaves the hearts of lovers so soon!
Modern life short of romance is mechanical
Controlled by time makes all mad for love!
Love lost in young and middle ages is bad
As it makes all long for love very old, a pity!
Enjoying life to the full is a boon and satisfaction
Very few lucky ones get in life to the envy of all!
Nature has destined all to love and live well;
But man of mind not knowing by instinct ever
Browses books after books like Mills & Boon
To endeaour like a mission to the Moon last!
Pleasure is vast as Universe and deep as ocean!
If you struggle for Moon how will you measure all?
poem by Ramesh T A
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Moon After Day
Moon shed a tear
Moon give me fear
Moon light my way
Moon after day
Moon give me strength
Moon has no length
What I want to say,
Is Moon after day
Moon is full
Moon is dull
Moon light my way
Moon after day
Moon is my life
Moon gave me a knife
Moon slit my wrist
Moon a wonderful bliss
What I want to say
Moon after day!
Love
LOVE, most beautiful natural instinct life has given us,
LOVE, mother nature provides the many loves for basic survival,
LOVE, the greatest demand and motivation within humans,
LOVE, strongest mental force from these instinctive wants.
LOVE, the eternal flame of hope human beings wish for,
LOVE, the greatest physical feeling enjoyed by humans,
LOVE, compassion of affections for the good of mankind,
LOVE, romance of humans rewarded by the thirst of sexual love.
LOVE, in humans charts our course in our daily lives,
LOVE, in man holds his integrity as a human being,
LOVE, the pendulum in the philosophy of sanity,
LOVE, positive traits within humans, to befriend others in need.
LOVE, the innocent children pure in mind as their faces,
LOVE, inspiration of man to bring forth new life in humanity,
LOVE, sharing to give, to be honest, to have faith, to see God,
LOVE, others feelings, to understand, to be trusted, to be thankful.
LOVE, the force of humanities, to live together in peace,
LOVE, throughout the World keeps Nations at peace,
LOVE, motivations of human beings for continuous existence,
LOVE, hope for continual survival of "Worldly Co-existence."
poem by Jim DiGregorio
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The animals that depend on instinct have an inherent knowledge of the laws of economics and of how to apply them; Man, with his powers of reason, has reduced economics to the level of a farce which is at once funnier and more tragic than Tobacco Road.
quote by James Thurber
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