I answered that one learns to live, not by hearing of other lives, but by living for words are infinitely less important than acts.
quote by A.S. Neill
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Infinity
A coward believes to live infinitely
If he could shun the battlefield.
A valiant believes to live infinitely
If he acquaints the estoque of a worthy nemesis.
A lion believes to live infinitely
Inside his den of fringeless eaves.
poem by Norman Santos
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A Life Philosophy
a life philosophy
not a philosophy on life
a living philosophy
clear concise defined
articulated in civil rights liberty
clemency morality humanitarian symmetry
it is not important to memorize words
words thoughts searched out through years decades
words become life beat peace harmonies
not a manifesto
not written out
not important to memorize
to write out
to be distorted
to be used to manipulate minds
a manifesto not
written out not
important to memorize not
no a great life philosophy
is lived in simplicity acts of humility
freedom gifted to all humanity
love in life
love for all life one life
love sacred fertile compassion love life
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Cut While Shaving
It's never quite right, he said, the way people look,
the way the music sounds, the way the words are
written.
It's never quite right, he said, all the things we are
taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we
die, all the lives we live,
they are never quite right,
they are hardly close to right,
these lives we live
one after the other,
piled there as history,
the waste of the species,
the crushing of the light and the way,
it's not quite right,
it's hardly right at all
he said.
don't I know it? I
answered.
I walked away from the mirror.
it was morning, it was afternoon, it was
night
nothing changed
it was locked in place.
something flashed, something broke, something
remained.
I walked down the stairway and
into it.
Submitted by Tom
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Who's Living With That Mission?
Who here,
Lives to dance and sing?
Who here,
Lives to hear the birds singing?
And who here,
Lives their life just to give?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Wakes up to give a damn?
Who here,
Demands to give a helping hand?
And who here,
Knows that peace has a chance?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Thinks about their fellowman?
Who here,
Gives their neighbor understanding?
And who here,
Wants the bleeding done by man...
To end and please them?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Thinks about what is right?
Who here,
Wants to do that day and night?
And who here,
Prays conflicts and fights
Would end!
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Lives to dance and sing?
Who here,
Lives to hear the birds singing?
And who here,
Lives their life just to give?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
And who here,
Wants the bleeding done by man...
To end and please them?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that,
As ambition?
To live to give as a mission?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Infinitely, Before You Arrived
You can not borrow from my time,
Infinitely.
Infinitely.
Infinitely...You can not borrow from my time,
Infinitely.
Infinitely.
Infinitely...To take,
And try to make your mission my condition.
To leave me in suspicion wishing,
For your absence I was missing...
Before you arrived.
You can not borrow my time to take...
And try to make your mission,
My condition.
Before you arrived.
You can not borrow from my time,
Infinitely.
Infinitely.
Infinitely...To take,
And try to make your mission my condition.
To leave me in suspicion wishing,
For your absence I was missing...
Before you arrived.
To lie and scheme by my side.
Infinitely.
Before you arrived.
Infinitely.
To lie and scheme by my side.
Infinitely.
Before you arrived.
Infinitely.
To lie and scheme by my side.
Infinitely.
Before you arrived.
Infinitely.
To lie and scheme by my side.
Infinitely.
Infinitely.
Infini tely...
To lie and scheme by my side.
Infinitely.
Infinitely.
Infinitely.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Highly Ambitious Dot
the lowly dot
learns that ambition is a virtue
and so one day
it rolls itself upon itself
until it becomes a line
and then it runs and struggles
and chases and rises and stretches
and curls and winds itself upon itself
until it becomes a shape
until it learns the best shape to be in
a circle that feeds upon its own shape
until it become a sphere
a ball
a rubber ball until it becomes
a bouncing ball
bouncing and bouncing until it masters
the tricks of being the most
important circle
the earth
where you live.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If a child lives with approval, he learns to live with himself.
quote by Dorothy Law Nolte
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There Is Nothing Uncanny About It
It is just uncanny.
And quite a mystery to me...
Why acts or violence,
Inequities and disparites...
With a rise of racial tension,
Could exist to affect the lives of so many.
How can you explain this movement,
That seems to have come...
To change all of our lives so drastically.
'What are you talking about?
Is this another rumor?
Or a new TV show?
Everywhere I go,
People choose to exaggerate or embellish...
The slightest thing.
If people didn't live accepting their denials,
We'd all be living a better quality of life.
And there is nothing uncanny about it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Courage
On hearing cries
For help
A passer by
Is horrified
To see
That a boat
Had capsized
In a flash
He jumps
Into the lake
To save their lives
What …if he had paused?
Acts of courage
Are not weighed
Or premeditated.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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a friend from New York
he learns the years
of living alone in a cozy apartment
works on the day as nurse
and makes most of the money
through overtimes and other
part time jobs
it is the money, the love of money,
that makes him move
it does not matter if he is loveless
with anyone
he is fed up with broken hearts
and wasted times
he learns to live his life
with his brown dog
that to him is love without
any condition
always devotional and painless
and constant
and nothing too personal in-between.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet: Live Heavenly-Wise
Two goals in life, we ought to keep in mind:
The transient one’s to live, a life content;
The celestial one’s more important, we find;
To get the latter, our mind must be bent.
The man who lives as per His Holy Will,
Is troubled much on earth by more devils;
And suffers pain and sadness much but still,
Through prayer keeps away from all evils.
The man who lives a worldly-life does well;
His senses fail to recognize what’s sin;
His sinful life will surely earn him Hell;
You can’t have earthly pleasures and Heaven!
The righteous man who lives as per God’s wish,
His living for God’s sake, and not selfish.
6-30-2001
poem by John Celes
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Twist 5
he lives in two worlds
he has one body, his hands
break when he changes places
his heart is tough
his mind always finds
two explanations
two worlds never reconcile
it is this
neither nor situation
whatever his eyes see
are beautiful
his hands cannot touch any one
when he touches it
there is death
somehow for all those years
there must be a compromise between
water and oil
and so he lives in two worlds
every morning he rises to live
at night
he sleeps to die
and it has been happening
since then
in the house everyone like to love
him
in one condition that there must only be
one world
and so every hour he lives in fear
every minute
but like a dog he learns the tricks
he is young
two worlds live within him
one body one imagination
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It's not really that I've been an advocate for hearing aids for a long time, it's just that I've been losing my hearing for a long time! So it's actually very important for me because I'm actually hearing impaired and I simply want to hear better!
quote by Leslie Nielsen
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Preferring Nothing Else
Many people living all alone are finding others,
Having the same druthers...
And preferring nothing else,
But to live by themselves.
Many have discovered it is better to not suffer,
From a catapulting into pits...
Deep in others' selfishness,
Who wish to leave their pity!
No...
Hearing of moans.
Or...
A groaning that drones.
Many people living all alone are finding others,
Having the same druthers...
And preferring nothing else,
But to live by themselves.
And with no...
Hearing of moans.
Or...
A groaning that drones,
Going on for hours in the same monotone.
Many have discovered it is better to not suffer,
From a catapulting into pits...
Deep in others' selfishness,
Who wish to leave their pity!
No...
Headaches bemoaned.
Or a wishing of a negativity to go...
Away to be left alone.
No...
Hearing of moans.
Or...
A groaning that drones.
Or a wishing of a negativity to go home!
Wherever that may be when someone like that leaves.
Many people living all alone are finding others,
Having the same druthers...
And preferring nothing else,
But to live by themselves.
And...
Happy there's a peace that is condoned.
To love and to know it is cherished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I believe in the imagination. What I cannot see is infinitely more important than what I can see.
quote by Duane Michals
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My Cautious Cat Says, 'Take Care!
'It's not that a cat's nine lives to share,
You tell it to scat, so it learns, 'take care'!
Beware Mankind's oft-changing whim,
Else end up dead or dazed or dim!
To land on one's feet is truly clever,
To find refuge from unruly weather,
To hunt, of course, refines one's wits,
But a scaredy cat's just scared to bits!
Nine lives! ? Not quite. Just one alone.
We scratch a living in Man's Twilight Zone.
We 'purr-fect' our skills with each new day,
Smelling the roses along the way...'
poem by Denis Martindale
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The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.
quote by Stephen King
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By committing foolish acts, one learns wisdom.
It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.
quote by Conan Doyle
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Gertrude Stein is interviewed on American poetry
and there was the knocking on the door
that we were expecting
and it was the man
that we were expecting
with the questions we were expecting
to which answers were expected
by those who expect answers
as if life were like that
which for writers it is not
yes, tea was drunk
and after tea the tape recorder set up
so that what I said
I would continue to say
somewhere else
even when I changed my mind
here and nowhere else
and he said Ms Stein
what do you think of American poetry
and we said well it's American
and it's poetry
that's as it should be
and really that's all there is to say
and the man looked disappointed
so we asked him did he read poetry
and he said poetry no I dont read poetry
but my editor does
so I said it's really about Americans
living their lives
that's what American poetry is really about
because Americans move around
and so their words move around and
words in English have lost their intensity
but American words are always on the move
and they are more intense
yes, Americans living among Americans
and talking to their neighbours
if it's not about that
it's not really American poetry at all is it
if it's not about that
then why bother writing poetry
and the man was asking about a rose
being a rose being a rose and we said
for a hundred years the rose
has not been red in poetry
but now for the first time in a hundred years
the rose is red again
and the man looked at his watch
and said thank you Ms Stein
and was switching off his tape recorder
and a month later that
was what we said
in a magazine much read
by Americans who mostly
are not poets no very few but we said it
we know that this is so
because we read it there
and we think that really
that was all there was to say
because that was all we think
is really important
about American Poetry
that the words move like Americans move
and that is exciting for a writer
and that is the important thing about
American Poetry
poem by Michael Shepherd
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