When sperm and egg unite, something goes from inanimate to animate. It is life.
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Inanimate questions, if you only knew
1. the law professor had a stroke
2. and he is hospitalized for weeks
3. you are the dean
4. and you tell me
5. he is sick
6. and you ask
When can he submit his grades?
1. you bought a new motorcycle
2. and your son used it
3. for a ride
4. and he met an accident
5. and you phoned
6. from your office
7. and you ask
How is the motorcycle?
Inanimate questions are those directed to solicit
Answers concerning inanimate things
They focus on things
Forgetting about life
You should have asked: how is he? Is he well? Did he recover?
You should have asked: how is my son? Did he suffer any injury?
We humans sometimes do not know how to ask the animate questions,
And this lapse must be immediately corrected and repaired like lesions
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The aim of sadism is to transform a man into a thng, something animate into something inanimate, since by complete and absolute control the living loses one essential quality of life-freedom.
quote by Erich Fromm
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The Point That You Are Driving At
of all inanimate
you say you want to be a fruit
a mango
luscious, sweet, and
ripe
i know, your point is that
you are ready,
ripe for everything, an end
for itself,
and of all animate,
you say you simply want to be this
mosquito
of the female variety, one that sings
one that tells you
that life sucks
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The change is not changing
Earth moves; moon revolves; sun burns.
Season changes; animate
and inanimate all change.
You are not what you had been
28.08.2000, Palasa
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Meditation In Time Of War
FOR one throb of the artery,
While on that old grey stone I Sat
Under the old wind-broken tree,
I knew that One is animate,
Mankind inanimate fantasy'.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Is force the God?
There is a force in the Universe, no doubt.
It moves the animate and the inanimate;
It moves every life, the life force.
Do you call this force the God?
Then why do you prostrate and propitiate?
What need to sing and praise?
This force is beyond your adulations.
28.12.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Call to Arms!
teachers, unite
farmers, unite
carpenters, unite
factory workers, unite
small businessmen, unite
women, unite
families, unite
small towns, unite
neighbors, unite
taxed without representation!
our livelihoods sold, no compensation!
our dignity taken by undignified men!
our freedoms bartered for barrels of oil!
lied to, trodden on, used up!
we're not gonna take it anymore!
it's time for change!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds, stars and flowers, stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes - every form of animate or inanimate existence, leaves its impress upon the soul of man.
quote by Orison Swett Marden
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Raining in Sea
Raining in sea
Fruitless some says
I disagree
Raining in forest
In villages necessary
I say.
Rain is necessary
For food
Food is necessary
For living creature.
Rain gives water
Water is life
There is life
In animate
In inanimate
Water is necessary
For all.
You are present with all
You are in all
Sea sky earth air fire
You are my only lighted star
Do not go far.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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He is beyond prayers
Growth, equilibrium, decline
And dissolution are a cycle
That neither stops nor starts
But runs from multi facetted force,
A force that manifests in the animate
As well as the inanimate,
Contemplating no returns,
Granting no boons, nor burns.
If it be God, can He be pleased?
21.07.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Entire creation
The entire creation
Is within us.
The animate the inanimate
The sky the directions
The mountains the islands oceans
The earth the air the fire
The moon the star the scenes the sounds
And everything everythings.
We have unlimited powers
And we can do whatever we like.
The entire creation
Is with us and we are human beings
The son of the nectar
And we are our creator
And we are out destroyer.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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We the poet
We the poet hit straight
Our words our actions are straight
Our body our mind our soul being straight.
We the poet welcome all animate inanimate
We worship nature we worship humanity
Our attitude our approach being straight.
We are truthful we are peaceloving
We are straight in ideology
We are not here to favour anybody
We are being always in the side of light.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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By the profound words
Delusion disappeared
By the profound words.
You are no ordinary
Human being my dear poet
You are great of the greatest
You are pure you are superb
And transcendent.
I am overwhelmed
With joy and wonder
By your profound words.
With your poem
I behold all animate
All inanimate and many
Wonderful sights.
Thanks poet
Your poem is avyaya
Not destructible.
Delusion disappeared
By the profound words
Your poem is supreme
And I am dumbfounded.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Paint Life’s Book
Play through infra violent ultra read
As animate, inanimate induce
Inner vibrations spelling soul_in_head,
New stimulations which in turn produce
The colours of the mind behind diffuse
Tone temptations senses may seduce.
Heed each heartbeat pulse - though seem abstruse
Echoes of stone to stone, star, star, - what loose
Before appeared, neared, no words need be said.
One second blind, mind focus finds, to spread,
Over dimensions few tune into, fed
Kabbalah key all questions will reduce,
OFfer solutions to the here and now -
LIFE is an open book, - touch, know no fear!
© Jonathan Robin – Acrostic sonnet written 19 April 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Seeker of truth
Seeking truth
I'm the seeker of truth
I'm interested to know
What is truth and where it is
Though I know nothing about truth
Though everything is truth
And truth is everywhere.
I know only love is truth
And truth is love and
It is with all animate
And inanimate.
I have no other interest
I have no other motive
But to love
But to seek truth
I'm the seeker of truth
And truth is love
And love is truth.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Curative Properties
Neem tree has got curative properties
Of all diseases
Neem tree hold clues for all treatment.
Jagannath the Lord of the Jagat
Made of neem tree
God Jagannath has all the power of
Rescue all animate inanimate
And give salvation.
Lord Jagannath is at Puri
Near Mahodadhi Odisha Bharat
East coast of India.
Lord Jagannath Black in colour
With round eyes and always open
For the Bhaktas.
You are welcome to visit
The Lord of the Cosmos.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Sonnet- A Song Against Terrorism
Unite 0 World, against the Terrorist;
We need more hands to tackle this menace;
The World should join to make one mighty Fist;
This war is protracted and costly, Yes!
Unite all men, women and children too;
The Monster Terrorism shows its head;
It should be slain before it can get you;
Before it leaves a hundred more, maimed/dead.
Unite 0 World, before it is too late;
The Monster shows its mighty teeth and claws;
Unite with fervour, things can no more wait;
The Beast of Satan opens its huge jaws.
Unite 0 Souls of conscience and fight;
We need to put our minds and hearts and might.
poem by John Celes
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No Thing Ness
no thing ness and being
being no thing
inanimate
animate
arri ving with a notepad
a pen
to take note
to observe
what in seeing
is unseen
to play an unplayed part
in being
unbeing
arriving with a note pad a pen
'observe the empty chair'
'observe the commuter stare'
the servile mechanical limbs marching to work'
observe a face in the looking glass
a mannequin smiling in a shop window
there are so many ways to be and harder still to equate
a no thing state
negate the role the state the art
playing smart with wikapeadia philosopher's who's
who?
according to sartre ..........
poem by Yvette Smith
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Sperm or No Sperm
All of a sudden he decides,
He wants to be in his children's lives.
They have been long on their own.
And alone they grew up...
Until they were grown.
Now 'daddy' decides,
He'd like to be a father by their side.
All of a sudden he wants to play dad.
Even his ex-wife and grandchildren...
Don't think of him.
And when they do those thoughts are sad.
He has lived his life,
Being one of the 'boys'!
And now that he has put away his toys...
He shows up...
To annoy!
And all who witness this,
Agree!
Wherever he has been and whoever he is...
To them,
He remains an absentee father!
Sperm or no sperm,
He did not earn respect!
And as far as they are concern,
He can squirm his excuses elsewhere.
They have recovered from the 'affect'...
Of his neglect they have forgiven,
And forgotten!
And his appearance would be better if kept...
Invisible!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time
We test time by seconds, minutes,
hours, days and years.
We then add figures in front of them.
We put time on everything,
whether it is inanimate or animate.
Time will have a space somewhere there.
We are cultured to
seek out time from everywhere.
When we cannot find it,
we are entirely lost.
However, do we really need
a clock to tell us things?
We can eat when we are hungry,
sleep when we are tired,
work until we’ve had enough
and play whenever the moment takes us.
In reality, we don’t need time.
Just think they never
had watches in the olden days.
Have you ever tried
to do without time?
If you haven’t then
you’re missing something so grand.
There are no worries and stress
that modern day brings.
It is healthier living at its best.
Totally relaxing
to enable you to run with the wind.
Time who needs it anyway?
Do we really need to be governed by a clock?
26 October 2007
poem by David Harris
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