The present moment is nice but it does not last. Living in it is like waiting in a junction town for the morning limited; the junction may be interesting but some day you will have to leave it and you do not know where the limited will take you.
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At The Junction
now we must
part ways at the junction
of
this earthy path
where rocks still hurt
it
is time for me to say
what an end
is
all about give me
a smile
at this junction
where you
are no longer you
where i
will
face the light
with open hands
taking me
to
the place called
Home.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tuxedo Junction
Feelin low
Rockin slow
I want to go
Right back where I belong
Way down south in birmingham
I mean south in alabam
Theres an old place where people go
To dance the night away
They all drive or walk for miles
To get jive that southern style
Its an old jive that makes you want
To dance till break of day
Its a junction where the town folks meet
At each function in a tux they greet you
Come on down, forget your care
Come on down, youll find me there
So long town, Im heading for
Tuxedo junction now
Feelin low
Rockin slow
I want to go
Right back where I belong
Way down south in birmingham
I mean south in alabam
Theres an old place where people go
To dance the night away
They all drive or walk for miles
To get jive that southern style
Its an old jive that makes you want
To dance till break of day
Its a junction where the town folks meet
At each function in a tux they greet you
Come on down, forget your care
Come on down, youll find me there
So long town, Im heading for
Tuxedo junction now
Tuxedo junction now
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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The Sun Disgraced By Hiren Bhattacharya (Translated From Assamese)
The Sun goes down, spending Sunshine,
The inevitable sword of the Kalpurush
Glow in the darkness of
The fear stricken night sky...
I am a poet, limited is my skill
The treacherous brass whistle
Of the spectre haunted sentry at
The street junction,
Upset my poetry's meaning...
Spending sunshine,
There goes down
The Golden Sun...
poem by Syed Ahmed Shah
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At The Junction....
When you are trying to give me sorrow
i don't mind
at the junction i take another direction
away from you
there is no way that sorrow goes with me
there is a wish
may that sorrow you sow follow you
wherever you may go
they are all yours
each sorrow bears your name
and they must
as i pray
follow you wherever you go
they are yours
and shall be yours forever
on my part, at the junction, where our paths depart
i have chosen
a thousand joys.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Red Light
Zooming through the mist
I missed the red light
And zoomed through the junction
The junction of chance and fate
When the yellow was flashing
I just started speeding
On the street of fate
No I never believed in chance
So I missed the red
And crossed the avenue of chance
Nah I cannot turn back
Because fate is a one way street....!
[To my foolish brain]
poem by Rowving Smith
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A car is just a car
A car is a car
If it can ride you nearby or far
When it gets you in time to the bar
When you are addressed as Madam or Sir
But for some
A car is not just a car
It is a home
After a daylight roam
You see, to me
A car is just a car
Be it in a new silver shining coat
Or one decorated with rusted scars
And then there is a simple reality
The most important is Passenger capacity
Whether be it a personalised 8 seater stretch limousine
Or a 2 seater Ferrari with an exploding engine
A car is a car
A vehicle of motion
A medium of transportation
Even when it shows signs of erosion
As long as it can move from junction to junction
It can be used, even its every function
A car is just a car
poem by Harshit Agrawal
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They Know That They Don't Know
They know that they don't know!
And their opinions discloses the evidence.
Most of their knowledge has been obtained,
By innuendos and nonsense.
Leaving them exposed,
To an ignorance that shows.
They know that they don't know!
And any actions taken to comprehend...
Becomes entrapped by an inferiority,
Felt within them.
And that which escapes their understanding...
Is left out of their reach.
Although very close...
Are those answers they seek most.
But quick they fold their arms to their chests,
With stubborn hands to express...
Their choice not to hear,
What for them is best!
Declaring they wish not to listen...
Because facts distracts,
A consciousness they lack!
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
Stubborn and they're limited.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Two Moon Junction
I want to be there in the ‘Two Moon Junction’ For Ever.
Where these two moons are competing with each other.
The First Moon which we see in the sky was as usually illuminating and his golden moon light enhancing the feel of romantic weather further more.
Where as the other moon was seated along with me in the garden of flowers, which had blossomed in the mid night assuming the double moon light as Sunrise.
The Moon on the Earth is my love, Laughing with me, Fighting with me, teasing me with her looks and talks and promising her presence in my life at good and bad times. Assuring me that life is so beautiful when the trio is together, She me and the full moon in sky.
I want to be there in the “Two Moon Junction” ‘Forever’ and ever.
poem by IndraNeel SatyaNaga
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Life is like driving
Living is like being on wheels.
One has to steer the vehicle
And take a turn at a junction,
Without any road map at hand.
11.01.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Enjoy Every Bit
THERE is so much
unexplored deep down
the trenches of
the ocean
up there too
there is more to space
that is not grasped
by our limited
senses
there is more to
the mere glitter of the stars
you cannot catch all the
glow that the moon
is giving
our faces have only what
light can reflect
what air can we
touch
we are interesting
our oceans
spaces, stars, moons,
are but metaphors of
who we are
keep all these
in mind...you are too
interesting
you too are a metaphor
of what is there
unexplored
there is no hurry
enjoy every bit
grab every moment...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Acting is a very limited form of expression and those who take it seriously are very limited people. I take it seriously.
quote by Judy Holliday
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Limited expectations yield only limited results.
quote by Susan Laurson Willig
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The Coyote is limited, as Bugs is limited, by his anatomy.
quote by Chuck Jones
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The World Around Me
The world around me is a knife like a friend who
stabs you when you least expect it.
When the tensions are high,
and you have to cut through it.
And when you chop up your life,
to make it more interesting.
The world around me is a lecture,
being somewhere you don’t want to be.
Just sitting there zoning out,
into a better place.
Looking around not really noticing,
the people around you,
or what the say.
The world around me is a storm.
It will be nice one moment,
and the next it will be hectic.
Be waiting for that nice day,
but it don’t seem like it’s clearing up.
Wishing you could have that one nice day,
but the world wants it to be dark and unhappy.
The world around me is a story.
It can be long and interesting.
Or it can be short and boring.
Open the imagination and it can do wonders,
to any story.
poem by Chantel Braatz
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A car is just a car!
A car is a car
If it can ride you nearby or far
A car is a car
When it gets you in time to the bar
A car is a car
When you are addressed as Madam or Sir
But for some
A car is not just a car
It is a home
After a daylight roam
It is a home
After a nightly roam
Kind of like a homelessness
Reoccurring syndrome
Now give me any banger of a car
I'll give it hotly showers of a sauna
Play sweet tunes to it from a guitar
By the time you watch me stand by it
And pose with an exotic cigar
Waiting to take you out to dinar
You may even prefer it to a modernised jaguar
You see, to me
A car is just a car
Be it in a new silver shining coat
Or one decorated with tarnished scars
The simple reality
Is they all have similar
Passenger capacity
Whether be it a personalised 8 seater stretch limousine
Or a Ferrari with an exploding roaring engine
A car is a car
A vehicle of motion
A medium of transportation
Even when it shows signs of erosion
As long as it can move from junction to junction
I personally sanction
A car is just a car
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
www.sylviachidi.co.uk
Che ck out my latest 'Justice & If I were a girl'
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Great Rain
Great rain great rain
I thought I heard you call my name
Great rain great rain
I thought I heard you call my name
I was standing in the station
Waving down an unmarked train
Theres a fire at the junction
Why do you do the things you do
Theres a fire at the junction
Why do you do the things you do
I was praying for mercy
And all he ever sent me was you
Jimmy bought the liquor
I bought the cups and ice
Jimmy bought the liquor
I bought the cups and ice
I tell you funny stories
Why cant you treat me nice
Great rain great rain
I thought I heard you call my name
Great rain great rain
I thought I heard you calling my name
I was standing by the river
Talking to a young mark twain.
song performed by by John Prine
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Limited Heartbeats
When things slip away,
They might be gone to stay.
A child’s innocent affection
Is relegated to history
By the evolution of time
That brings her to the shore of adulthood.
On any given day
You don’t know what
You might have to leave behind.
Touch me this moment,
Your hand upon my chest,
These limited heartbeats
May disappear in a breath.
If you wake with me
Tomorrow morning,
Kiss my eyes;
We may not see each other
The following sunrise,
But I do love you right now.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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To have everything written for you... It's not really creating. That's why I think symphony drummers are so limited. They 're limited to exactly what was played a hundred years before them by a thousand other drummers.
quote by Buddy Rich
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As far as the sovereignty of Bosnia-Hercegovina is concerned we agreed to have limited sovereignty for a limited time and that is clear from the Dayton Agreement.
quote by Alija Izetbegovic
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Small Minds!
small minds
create small gods,
limited thought,
limited expression.
lack of commitment,
limited responsibility,
passes the blame
to untouchable judgement.
a small bird
thought he was an eagle,
till the eagle came,
and killed him in flight!
we worship our fears
out of convenience,
drunkenly beat our chest
with talons of repentence.
small minds,
see only black and white...
never tasting, never knowing,
the color and the sound!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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