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Purity engenders Wisdom, Passion avarice, and Ignorance folly, infatuation and darkness.
quote by Cyril Connolly
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Black men, White men
should i be led to believe
that the white men's heart
is soft as cotton? and when
touched, is torched, bursts into flame
to settle comfortably in black,
a trail of humble lesson for the soul
should i be led to believe
that a black man's heart is
full of courage? charging like a bull
through America black or white
settling for nothing in between?
should i be led to believe that
black and white work the
theory of ying and yang
ever balancing to rev up the world?
rice would even grow in bush
black hair turns eventually into
a crown of white wisdom
and blackboards light up
knowledge in white chalk
white shines at its best in black
and where else but a piece of white
where black could make its clearest stamp
of its stand - left or right, right or wrong
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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~Reconciliation~
A black woman migrates to Europe
War devastated Germany in she finds a tolerant white widower to cope
Years some later a mulatto is born with arrear
Unluckily the newborn not so towards white but usual spirally knotted hair
She grows up and gets because of her white father´s repute a government job
Ego came out spontaneous in black aggression as corn on the cob
Her work by job agency comes mostly foreigners for demonstrations
Majority a jobless black immigrant who has not the lucky touch of Midas parentage in confrontations
She looks of blacks down and she herself is black
When asked to justify says she is more white hidden traits back
She repeats her satisfaction from day to day
Until she went to a white german barber for hair trim and foam some day
Your hair is another says the white old barber woman
I have no experience and i cut not those hairs as talisman
Go to a black barber she added
They understand more your hair as they the same headed
Will grandma Mickey’s hair still be white, when we are in heaven?
My youngest son asked me this as we were
laying around arguing whether I was going to read more than one book or not…
will grandma Mickey’s hair still be white, when we are in heaven?
why do six year olds think about life and death?
why do they not seem afraid
and see it as a natural part of living life
we fear death,
we avoid hospitals, when friends are ill
and when we do go there it is quick to help speed the recovery
of the ill and get out as quick as you can
when people are ill we don’t see them as much,
they understand no one wants to be around seriously ill people
and don’t invite themselves to events they know
will cause others grief
will grandma Mickey’s hair still be white, when we are in heaven?
shows an understanding that she will be in a form that we will recognize
and still be our grandmother
and white signifies pureness, in every circumstance
except as related to hair
will grandma Mickey’s hair still be white, when we are in heaven?
is a question best answered by saying
what color would you want her hair to be
and hope he answers
whatever color she would want
poem by Oscar Mireles
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White Hat White Coat
To the late doug whalan.... from your daughter.....
White hat white coat and greying in hair
he would dance around the dance floor with plenty of flair
White hat white coat black pants to boot
the men would all say 'silly old coot'
Whitehat white coat and a big friendly smile
when he went to a dance he'd dress in style
White hat white coat and a beat in his feet
it's of to the dance and people to meet
White hat white coat and a scotch on the rocks he'd love to dance
and the men would all mock
White hat white coat asleep at the wheel
he's danced all night 'boy i know how he feels'
White hat white coat have been put to the test
it's time to go home for a well earned rest
White hat white coat clean shirt and socks too
he's all geard up and ready for round two
White hat white coat so tired and run down
close your eyes and dream of your nights on the town
White hat white coat you've seen better days
your torn around the edges and your starting to fray
White hat white coat the time's come for us to part
but always remember ' i love you with all my heart '
poem by Debbie Gregory
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I Know Why You Are Following Me...
perhaps you see that we have
many things in common
something is twisted and yet
so beautiful still to follow
white hair when all the hair
becomes white reminds us about
the snow of our lonely imaginations
something cold and haunting
something pains us but redeems us
sometimes all the paradox explains
this doubt clarifies what has been
too disturbing and it is in the middle
of so much noise that we appreciate
the tiny silence of our hearts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Song
YOU are as gold
as the half-ripe grain
that merges to gold again,
as white as the white rain
that beats through
the half-opened flowers
of the great flower tufts
thick on the black limbs
of an Illyrian apple bough.
Can honey distill such fragrance
as your bright hair-
for your face is as fair as rain,
yet as rain that lies clear
on white honey-comb,
lends radiance to the white wax,
so your hair on your brow
casts light for a shadow.
poem by Hilda Doolittle
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Want More Hair?
I'd love
I think
more hair
more hair
like a big
old grizzly bear
more hair makes
you manly
more hair
makes you tough
more hair feels
like carpet
more hair keeps
you rough
more hair
for pretty ladies
to rub their faces on
more hair for
guys to jealous of
and more locks that can
be flung
I think more hair would be awesome
but I wouldn't wanna overdo it
because too much hair would make
me like a little furry blanket
and I couldn't cover both of us
just you and that ain't fair
more hair!
poem by John W. McEwers
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Nature engenders the science of painting.
quote by Robert Delaunay
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Revenge only engenders violence, not clarity and true peace. I think liberation must come from within.
quote by Sandra Cisneros
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Wisdom’s value
Wisdom is felt, not learnt.
Wisdom begins at the end;
Wisdom is not wise in time;
Why must you value the wisdom?
05.09.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The One White Hair
THE WISEST of the wise
Listen to pretty lies
And love to hear them told;
Doubt not that Solomon
Listen’d to many a one,—
Some in his youth, and more when he grew old.
I never was among
The choir of Wisdom’s song,
But pretty lies lov’d I
As much as any king,
When youth was on the wing,
And (must it then be told?) when youth had quite gone by.
Alas! and I have not
The pleasant hour forgot
When one pert lady said,
“O Walter! I am quite
Bewilder’d with affright!
I see (sit quiet now) a white hair on your head!”
Another more benign
Snipp’d it away from mine,
And in her own dark hair
Pretended it was found…
She leap’d, and twirl’d it round…
Fair as she was, she never was so fair!
poem by Walter Savage Landor
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Connect to Nature
White hair
Blue eyes
White clouds
Blue skies
Pink hair
Brown shirt
Pink flowers
Brown dirt
So many ways to connect to nature
Let's fix ourselves; change our future
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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Where Is The Beginning Of Wisdom?
Fear of God
is the beginning
of Wisdom.
Where is truth
where is wisdom?
Who has
knows hears
can discern
true wisdom?
The truth
true Wisdom
is crying out
aloud in the very
street in public squares
true Wisdom keeps
giving forth its voice.
Who has wisdom
who receives wisdom
who treasures wisdom?
Who indeed
is a seeker
of the moral
benefits
of Wisdom
in contemporary
scientific
unprecedented age?
From what source
does true wisdom come?
Who gives teaches
precious wisdom freely?
Adonai the LORD
himself gives wisdom
from out of God’s
mouth come
knowledge understanding
discernment.
Who did God
promise wisdom too?
Adonai the LORD
said if you will receive
my sayings accept
my words treasure
store up my commands
within yourself?
If you will
pay attention turning
your ear to wisdom
incline apply
your heart
to understanding
discernment;
if you call out
for insight cry aloud
for understanding
if you look
keep seeking for it
as for silver
search for it
as for hidden treasure,
then you will
understand
the fear of the LORD
find the knowledge
of God.
What then
is thy reward?
Adonai holds
success in store
for the upright.
Adonai will
treasure up practical
wisdom.
Adonai is a shield
to those walking
blameless in integrity.
But sly Satan said
this is a scientific
unprecedented age
so much is not
black and white
but shades of grey
little white
lies are
needed today.
Adonai said if you
will pay attention
turning your ear to
wisdom
incline apply
your heart
to understanding
discernment;
if you call out
for insight cry aloud
for understanding
Adonai the Lord
will be your shield
observing judgement
guarding the way
of his loyal ones
Adonai the Lord
guards the course
of the just protects
all the ways of his
faithful ones.
The faithful will
understand
all righteousness.
What is right just fair
the entire course
of every good path.
Truly Satan said
how can any man
obtain such wisdom?
Adonai said Wisdom
will enter their heart
and knowledge will be
pleasant to their soul.
Adonai said “thinking
ability itself will
keep guard over you”
discernment
itself will
protect you
understanding
will guard you
such knowledge
is infinitely more
than the beginning
of Wisdom.
Fear of God
is the beginning
of Wisdom.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Psalms 111: 10, Proverbs 1: 20 and Proverbs 2: 1-11.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Vision of an old Man
A cool breeze touched his white hair
While he was walking in the mystery street
Long life has made him to bend,
In front of the things those the history made
He was old, old enough to see the world for what it is
He was old, old enough to feels the death
He was old, old enough to think about the life that passes
He was old, old enough to see the real masses
White hair, as white as the teeth
Teeth those just moved for lots of times
Blue eyes…
Which were covered by glasses, Glasses of lies? !
Hands of times aren't cruel, it's their duty
We can't stop them of the work they are doing
BUT! A time, it's our turn...
To be old, and then burn...
The old man wanted nothing instead of a simple respect
Respect, the thing that is forgotten for these people
A day that old man was young and powerful, but so prideful
And now he is old like his father that was…but now he is none full
He just needs respect, a respect for his white hair
Respect for his long life that is passed
Respect for his respectful heart
That now is tears a part.
poem by Ellias Anderson
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