Nothing does reason more right, than the coolness of those that offer it: For Truth often suffers more by the heat of its defenders, than from the arguments of its opposers.
quote by William Penn
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Truth often suffers more by the heat of its defenders, than from the arguments of its opposers.
quote by William Penn
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Truth often suffers more by the heat of its defenders than the arguments of its opposers.
quote by William Penn
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Be offensive to gain
Truth suffers from judgment on two counts.
False arguments are not totally rejected;
True arguments are not totally accepted.
A compromise is struck in mind in between.
The offensive will ultimately gain.
10.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Love....
i love...
that's the reason i walk,
the reason i breathe.
the reason i grieve.
the reason i dance.
the reason i smile.
the reason i listen.
the reason i offer a hand.
the reason i see beauty.
the reason i see both darkness,
and light....
the reason i take chances.
the reason i keep going.
the reason i get angry.
the reason i forgive.
the reason i touch.
the reason i question.
the reason i believe.
the reason i am tolerant.
the reason i understand.
the reason i fall.
the reason i fly.
the reason i write...
the reason i am what i am!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XXVII: Storyteller
I only offer story
not the truth
I only offer fantasy
not the future
I only offer dream
not destiny
I only offer wish
not wisdom
I only offer memory
not the fact
I only offer chance
not miracle
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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August Rain
The heavens open
And the rain errupts
The sky has spoken
There's no way to interrupt
Diagonally they fall
All fast and thick
The ground demands more
So they wet and slick
The heat, it suffocates
The sun shines bright
So the coolness, we appreciate
Raining on us through the night
We'll flaunt our short shorts
With an umbrella in hand
And we will tan of course
And enjoy both as much as we can
I love the August rain
It's the perfect balance of weather
A coolness I can't explain
Until it's August and we are right under
poem by Francisca Darko
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Let me recite you a poem
Come on
Let me recite you a poem
There are no charming words in it.
Nor there are soft loving words
Nor it shows dreams
Nor it talks sweet
It is very rough
It will agitate you
‘cause it tells the truth
Truth, which is very bitter
Truth, which irritates
Truth, which we dislike
This poem is the epic of truth
Truth, which is always being defeated
Victory of bad over good
And truth thrown out n’ marginalized
But never surrenders
It is never centrist
It questions
Seeks answers
Never confuses in the maze of words
It solves the knots
Itself suffers- never subjugates
Since centuries
In every age
Since the birth of man
This poem remembers them all
Who died for the truth!
poem by Pankaj Prasoon
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If We See
We can…
notice nature suffers,
how pretty flowers wilt
in heat of midday sun,
how plants are broken
by the wind, how some
die from frosty cold.
But…
still see natures beauty
blooms, a cascade of
colour, lights our much
divided fractured world.
Which…
has no concern, so
occupied by conflict, war,
discrimination, worry and
its greed for many things.
Yet…
our world suffers all of
mans quarrels and disorder,
so it can be, a poets dream,
a bards delight, a writers relish
and an artists paradise.
18-08-2009
poem by Bob Blackwell
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Lunar Strain
For there is a purpose and reason
Beyond all human apprehension
The shrieking silence in the blackness of space
For there is a knowledge more complex
Than life on this planet
A knowledge in tune with the progress of stars
Lunar Strain
All across the milky way
Life suffers defeat
Life that once was treasured
What once was nothing
Has blossomed into form
Once it was I that was nothing
But they say I will die
All across the galaxy
Life suffers defeat
Lunar strain
From nothingless to reality
As we see it
From nothingless into life
My dismal tears of anguish
Bleed into one with the songs of my heaven
Loneliness is pain
Emptiness his power, loneliness his pain
Serenity his might
Yet we shall be honoured
In the starforsaken night
Astral strain
All around my silent moon
Life suffers defeat
Astral strain
For there is a purpose and reason
Beyond all human apprehension
The shrieking silence in the blackness of space.
song performed by by In Flames
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Ordinarily logic is divided into the examination of ideas, judgments, arguments, and methods. The two latter are generally reduced to judgments, that is, arguments are reduced to apodictic judgments that such and such conclusions follow from such and such premises, and method is reduced to judgments that prescribe the procedure that should be followed in the search for truth.
quote by Andre-Marie Ampere
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How Can I Exchange The Peace?
How can I exchange the peace
That feel I under these pines?
How can I
A more welcome coolness this coming September feel?
Below, below
The country falls
The country falls to a vale still green
From all the drunken dews of Spring
Though vicious summer heat preserved.
Below the peasant sings
A song that to my ear comes
In distant syllables
Audible yet unrecognizable:
And here and there
A thin smoke pencil-like
Arises from the cottages
Sparkled in few among the green:
Therefore how can I
Exchange the peace under the pines
Or a more welcome coolness feel
This approaching September?
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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poem by David Keig
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This Coming Valentine's Day
what can i tell you now?
you always had it in your mind
that i betrayed your love.
i have nothing to say to defend
my own self.
i have long been punished by
my own lingering
loneliness.
i punished myself like
Oedipus.
Blind i walk the lonely alleys
of my life
grappling but still
surviving as i do not wish
to drag this precious life
to my own
self-willed destruction
life has its place
i too have mine
we are living separately
but we are still one
in this
quest for resolution
i cannot offer you my heart
you know the reason why.
i cannot offer you my thoughts
they are owned by someone.
i have nothing to offer
but i have only one request
you may not forgive me
but please, try forgetting me
ask me if i have forgotten you
how can i?
this valentine's day
i kiss another lips hoping to forget yours.
time is too cruel for us.
let us blame it.
time deceived us
let us ask it about the truth
time is elusive
still we cannot catch
my heart does not bleed anymore
falling short of blood.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Summer Like No Other
The heat is intolerable
this summer of 2011.
It's as if hell broke loose
to defy the coolness of heaven.
Steamy days and sticky air
makes it hard to breathe.
The inhale of your breath
becomes a laborious chore.
There isn't a place in the USA
that isn't affected anymore.
Heat indices of one hundred and ten
are commonplace now.
I welcome the clouds that look ominous
but all they do somehow
is tease you into thinking
they will bring you cooling rain.
All they do is create more steam
and let the heat remain.
Sainthood should be bestowed
on the inventor of air-conditioning.
I sing his praises out loud
for what he did bring.
Relief, relief and cooling air.
My biggest fear through this summer
is a power outage they can't repair.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Suffering
Oh ye, all ye, who suffer here below,
Schooled in the baffling mystery of pain,
Who on life's anvil bear the fateful strain,
Wrong as forged iron, hammered blow on blow.
Take counsel with your grief, in that you know,
That he who suffers suffers not in vain,
Nay, that it shall be for the whole world's gain,
And wisdom prove the priceless price of woe.
Thus in some new-found land where no man's feet
Have trod a path, bold voyagers astray,
May fall foredone by torturing thirst and heat:
But from the impotent body of defeat--
The winners spring who carve a conquering way--
Measured by milestones of their perished clay.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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Counting
When you were rolling in dust,
a puritan said, truth was me.
It was getting dark in Himalayas.
Black words, black themes.
You have started a journey in daylight
in a hot desert of fear.
Tormented, because of the heat
of arguments. Mimicry makes you sick.
Mocking birds fly straight for lofty peaks.
Self-denial was hurting sometimes
against copious rewards and generous handouts,
like pinned on a totem.
The happening must start
with hidden promises of price.
poem by Satish Verma
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
Is It My Name?
There is cause and effect
Theres a reason Im so erect
Theres last night and theres today
Theres a reason you feel this way
Is it my name?
Dont miss the boat barry, dont miss the plane
I dont think I can make this scene again
Why dont you love me?
Is it my name?
All the lies, all the truth,
All the things that I offer you
All the sights, all the sounds
All the times that you turn me down
Is it my name?
My voice goes so high you would think I was gay
But I play my guitar in such a man-cock way
Why dont you love me?
It is my name?
You only love me for my machine
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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His Argument
when life has nothing more to offer to myself
what do you think should i offer to you?
when i have nothing
what is it that i can give you?
when i have nothing to gain
or lose
what is it that i must fear about death
when life itself has become my own sentence
my own death
my own end
why should i love it? why should i live it with you?
when you have nothing too
when we both have nothing to give and nothing to offer
shall we ever forget and forgive?
that is perhaps the reason of the explosion
explosive answers to explosive questions
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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