So, as one sees, I by no means deprive my world of stubborn reality, if I merely call it a world of ideas.
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Stubborn
Stubborn, stubborn
He was stubborn as a mule.
He refused to budge
in the world so cruel.
'Cause what good would it do,
one step or two?
It would get him nowhere
'cause the word's so cruel.
Stubborn, stubborn.
He was stubborn as a mule.
His eyes were defiant
with fire and fuel.
He'd been born into pain
where no one had cared.
He was alone in the world
but never was he scared.
He was just stubborn.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Complicated Melody
If he were a color
Hed be a deep dark forrest green
If he were a car
Hed be a long stretch limousine
With room for all of humanity inside
Cause he is so giving
And he is so wise
If he were a number
Hed be a five cause he has such a brilliant mind
If he were an animal
Hed be an ass cause hes so stubborn sometime
But if he were a song
Hed be a complicated melody
That complicated fellow he
I almost can not sing it on key
But he means the world to me
If he were a building
Hed be a beautiful cathedral
Cause hes so traditionally spiritual
If he were a dance
Hed be complicated like the tango
Exotic like a mango
But if he were a song
Hed be a complicated melody
That complicated fellow he
I almost can not sing it on key
But he means the world to me
He aint the reason for the sun and the moon
He is just the reason for this here tune
Cause he means the world to me (ooh ooh)
Said he means the world to me
Me me me yeah
He means the world to me yeah
Complicated melody that complicated fellow he
Hes a complicated melody
I almost can not sing it on key
song performed by by India Arie
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You are the world to me
The astronaut
is a privileged man
for he sees the world
from the height of its vantage point
above the circle of it's crystal globe
above and beyond the reach of any cloud
where the cold silence is ever so loud
he holds its blue magnificence.
In the centre of his eye
he sees the world the way it is
that is the world to an astronaut
The God of heaven
is the greatest of the universe,
he sees the world
from the pinnacle of it's stature
the world is his foot stool
inhabited by the common fool
and from higher than anyone else
he gazes upon its quiet grandeur.
In the centre of his eye
he sees the world the way it is
that is the world to God
I am a simple man
yet i consider myself the most privileged of all
for when i see you
i see the world
and i see it the way it is
simply amazing!
i see into the depth of your eyes
and behold the greatest magnificence
the most unprecedented grandeur
...you.
In the centre of my eye
...its you i see.
You are the world to me!
poem by Allen Steble
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A world community can exist only with world communication, which means something more than extensive short-wave facilities scattered; about the globe. It means common understanding, a common tradition, common ideas, and common ideals.
quote by Robert M. Hutchins
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To me success means effectiveness in the world, that I am able to carry my ideas and values into the world - that I am able to change it in positive ways.
quote by Maxine Hong Kingston
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Reality
The world that shown by flakes is so hard
Ruining reality
The illusion felt so real
Reality, where is my reality?
Everybody has a deep hole in their heart
Holding the wound and crying
But everybody keep moving forward
The world that shown by flakes
The world that I face now
If think it so
My reality
Reality is already here
Though it’s very painful
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Who Am I?
The problem with what I think is that what I think
keeps changing so I don't know what I think permanently.
The problem with what I feel is that I have many different feelings,
many times hundreds in a given day; many contradictory.
Trying to create order from this chaos I decide that there is only one thing
I believe
and decide
to have one opinion or one philosophy;
but the world intervenes and forces me to look at things again.
If I refuse then I look like I am stubborn, rigid and some kind of kook
who thinks what he thinks and never changes.
The problem with what I think is that the world constantly intervenes
and changes who I am and, therefore, what I think today or this year,
leaving me with the choice then between being the cork on the sea
or the stubborn fool;
leaving me being neither the Rock of Gibraltar
nor the Wise Seer
so I sit here
and lament myself
and have another beer
as the world washes over me
but at last in desperation
I start to secretly collect
ideas and friends
which reinforce
who I thought I was
last year-
admittedly
a poor remedy-
but at least one that comes
with a tall beer.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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There is nothing besides a spiritual world; what we call the world of the senses is the Evil in the spiritual world, and what we call Evil is only the necessity of a moment in our eternal evolution. One can disintegrate the world by means of very strong light. For weak eyes the world becomes solid, for still weaker eyes it seems to develop fists, for eyes weaker still it becomes shamefaced and smashes anyone who dares to gaze upon it.
quote by Franz Kafka
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Name
My name means 'Princess, '
Or Lady if you please,
I am supposed to be pure and true,
I am the 'Essence',
My middle name means 'little yet womanly',
Free,
My name is Sarah
It does not define me,
I am not 'common',
Like a name,
But I AM a princess despite what the world thinks.
We are all unique, Individual in every way,
Just look at how the mirror sees you,
Not how the world does,
Reveal your 'true' name.
poem by Sarah Crews
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The Endless World Of Words Opens Again
THE ENDLESS RIVER OF WORDS OPENS AGAIN
The endless river of words opens again
And once more it becomes possible
To say on endlessly
The dreams we can see before our eyes
When we open them to the morning light
Or the darkest deepest sky of star- filled night.
All is open again to wonder
And there can be a hope
Which means
Survival alone is not what Life is all about
But instead also
The countless small beauties one sees everywhere
When one knows how to look.
There is a world after all
Outside oneself
And that world described
Can too be a poem -
And every reality take on its own meaning
And Beauty be in so many seen and said things
That life in joy becomes possible and poetry again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A man is a poet if difficulties inherent in his art provide him with ideas; he is not a poet if they deprive him of ideas.
quote by Paul Valery
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Poem for David
The thing is,
a poem 'means' what it means to each reader,
not your poetry teacher,
not the guys who call themselves critics,
it's democracy come at last to the toffee-nosed
haughty-cultural world of the arts
so don't ask me what this one means,
you tell me, OK? that's if it means anything
oh did I forget something
ah yes the poem
sorry I seem to have forgotten
what I was going to say
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Deceiving World.
Try to catch,
But couldn't catch,
Seen as small and big fish,
Then too strong for their hooks,
Swimming under the new city mall,
Swimming under silver bird gallery,
Swimming under the theatre gallery
Where it called to be situated,
In the island of Nigeria Africa.
Asked where is the world,
Deceiving world its means?
Answers in illusion and delusion,
Tried but hid in tenacious pretense,
pretense of long slavery,
Pretense in standard,
Pretense of self interest,
Pretense of wickedness,
Try to catch,
Too strong for the hooks,
Seen as small and big fish,
Swimming in the island,
Swimming under Museum center,
Swimming under cultured and tour-isms,
Where its called to be situated,
In the world of blacks and white,
In the island of Africa.
Asked where is the world,
Deceiving world its means?
ILLUSION, WICKEDNESS, GREED AND HATRED founds,
Appears answers for reality,
Reality of seconds, Movement, distractions, and player hitters,
Called and seen a deceiving world,
Asked where is the world of the deceits,
At levels of a canteen,
Deceiving world at classrooms,
Deceiving world world of movement,
Deceiving world of called percussionists,
Deceiving world indeed and not fiction called.
poem by Bunmi Orogun Samuel
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These are ideas. I could say that they just came to me, but it would be more accurate to say that I went to them. Ideas - and new connections between ideas - lead you away from commonly held perceptions of reality. Ideas lead you out here. Ideas lead you into the darkness.
A World Yet Saved
When | you look at me...
...here's what I see:
a world without hate,
a world without fear,
a world without hunger and sickness and sin.
a world full of love,
a world full of cheer,
a world full of plenty and healing and joy.
When | God looks at us...
...here's what He sees:
a world stained with bad,
a world stained with wrong,
a world stained with blood debt of many a man.
a world filled with filth,
a world filled with soot,
yet a world saved by naught but the blood of Jesus.
1. One
I am trying to find my poetic rhythm.
Pen my flow of thoughts.
Words running through my mind,
Ideas running through my mind.
Incoherent, Scattered and disjointed
I am trying to make words and ideas one
Create a world of words, in this world of chaos
Words running from one end
Ideas running from one end
On a path of collision
Ideas and words unite, one
One, the beginning
One, the universal beginning
One, the number of the gods
One, my first poem
poem by Anand Dixit
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Rote Lippen Soll Man Kssen
Lately all you can feel is the rain falling
Maybe you feel this world is to blame
you've been crying.
Only
only inside will you know
but still you wonder sometimes:
Where can
where can you go? - Can you go
can you go? -
Remember me
- oh
when you feel this way
And you need someone to lean on.
And if you're ever
- ever too far away
Remember me
- I am the one
- remember me
- I am the one.
Remember me
I am the one who sees in your eyes
Remember me
I am the one who sees in your eyes.
Remember me
- I am yqur guardian angel
and I'll never let you fall.
And if you'Fe ever
ever In fear of danger
-
Remember me
- I am the one
- remember me
- I am the one
-
Who will turn
turn all your darkness to light in the morning.
You'll learn when yov're too hard on yovrself yov can call me.
Remember me
- oh
when you feel this way
. . .
Remember me
I am the one who sees in your eyes
Remember me
I am the one who sees in your eyes.
I can see you
yeah!
Remember me
I am the one who sees in your eyes
Remember me
I am the one who sees in your eyes.
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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What a World
What kind of world is this
This world I call my own
Were even a young child
Is afraid of going home
A world in which a man
Will take innocence from a child
Now their lives are lived in fear
The memories going wild
What kind of world is this
This world I call my own
Where you'll only be accepted
If your a f***ing clone
A world so full of s***
A world so full of lies
Can you spot the liars?
Can you see it in their eyes?
A world where self expression
Is pushed and made to fall
Despised and destroyed
To boost the egos of them all
A world where daddys hit
A world where mommys scream
Both killing their children
Killing their hopes killing their dreams
A world that makes you crazy
But does that make me insane?
A world thats without morals
A world thats without shame
A world that seems so dark
A world that seems so cold
A world that kills the young
A world that scars the old
A world that kills our hopes
Shoots them out of the sky
A world that kills us all
And makes us want to die.
poem by Jocelynn Halbauer
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Mind is like monkey
Legend says" our mind is like monkey:
Always free to find ways with successful key
Go all over world, venture and come back
Mind is full of ideas and kept as secret in pack
It is with all people who claim to be in full control
Of their desire and act as per conscience call
It certainly deviates as soon as you try to be master
The ideas run all over globe even by all means faster
We may find same situation in payer halls
We are moved and feel grief when see picture on walls
The suffering and their work for mankind make us to weep
But we forget it so soon when come out of it and fail to keep
Such is unstable state of affair with mind
It doesn't allow us to concentrate and find
The real truth about and what it can turn
But in reality if that happens then limitless joy in return
The meditation takes you in another world
Where you find no hurry, worry and no bandage or fold
You are in free world to unite with divine energy
In fact not tried so far to get link with almighty
This is not religious activity that gives you hitch
You can plug the loops holes or stitch
Mind becomes single centre from where emanate some signals
That takes you far off the land and brings back brightness on arrivals
"You breathe is counted and death certain" everybody claim
So by meditation deep breath can be maintained
Holding it by control can increase you life span
Life then moves on smoothly without any definite plan
Morning time is appropriate and suitable
Human being is wise animal and capable
To harness the energy and suitably use
Life is to be fully enjoyed without being confused
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Black Day
In this essence they call life
There is nothing I can see
There is a world I am standing in
A world without belief
The days grew longer
Years are passing
I am getting older
That feeling in me
Still remains Unknown
The world is a ball
Monitored by computers
We have all become puppets
And lost control over reality
There is no trust
No belief
No respect
No love
No commitments
Where do we stand
How do we stand
If this world is so great
Why do we as humans
Allow other humans to fall
Who do we trust
How can we trust
Where does one begin
This is not the world
I want to live in.
poem by Mia Valenti
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