We regard it as a certainty that the earth, enclosed between poles, is bounded by a spherical surface.
quote by Nicolaus Copernicus
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXIII: Complimentary
Some regard it as an honor
Some regard it as a burden
Some regard it as a formality
Some regard it as a flattery
Some regard it as an improver
Some regard it as an insult
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Eternal Twins: Love And Hate
It consumes without regard
It shape without regard
It bends you to its will
We are helpless in its power
We look for it but it finds us
It devours without regard
It destroys without regard
It brought nations to its knees
And lifted its people
It gives power without regard
It enslaves without regard
We are but pebbles in its wake
When it overflows in us
And yet.... Its ugly twin holds
Power over it
It consumes without regard
It shapes without regard
It bends you to its will
We are helpless in its power....
poem by Leonid Gonzalez
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The earth also is spherical, since it presses upon its center from every direction.
quote by Nicolaus Copernicus
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Shackles Of Fear
Shackle bounded
Bounded by shackles
Shackles of fear
They confine these hands
Shackles of fear
They bind these feet
Bound by shackles of fear
My mind is overdosed
My heart it beats slow
My eyes are wide shut
Lord God please
Release these shackles that hold me in captivity
Lord God please
Break these shackles that hinder me
Please God don't let my fear be the end of this journey
I'm shackle bounded
Bounded by shackles of fear
And I fear the release of my bounded shackles
These shackles they hinder me
poem by Brittany Hooks
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Euclid
Old Euclid drew a circle
On a sand-beach long ago.
He bounded and enclosed it
With angles thus and so.
His set of solemn greybeards
Nodded and argued much
Of arc and circumference,
Diameter and such.
A silent child stood by them
From morning until noon
Because they drew such charming
Round pictures of the moon.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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The Old Mother Smiled
Now the spheres are sooty sable,
Man has adulterated Nature with His murky works,
Black rains pour down from the heavy clouds,
And rain-drops fall down not to wash
But to discolour and deform us more,
To broaden blackness on the surface of the Earth,
The downpour seems to be
The harvest of our own transgressions.
Ah! I remember the time of my childhood,
When polluted contents
Had not enveloped yet rotundity of the Earth.
In summer and spring times often after the rainfall,
When the skies around the Ball became too clear,
I felt enclosed in a huge transparent multicolour globe,
And discovered the rainbow in the sky.
While standing on the Earth I imagined,
The Old Mother of humanity oscillating with full splendour
On the swing made of ropes of seven colours,
Smiling on contentment of the children underneath.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Only earthbound man still clings to the dark and poisoning superstition that his world is bounded by the nearest hill, his universe ends at river shore, his common humanity is enclosed in the tight circle of those who share his town or his views and the color of his skin. It is — It is your job, the task of young people in this world, to strip the last remnants of that ancient, cruel belief from the civilization of man.
quote by Robert F. Kennedy
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Poles Apart?
…poles apart ? ? ?
A poem by Sivan PG Menon
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Poles, diverse…
Away…Distant…..
Draws …. One to one..…
conscience …Universal …
Earth…. its axis, an ardent vision…
Spins…
Infuses light …. Darkness….seasons’…..
In furious jolts …
Virulent high tides …and low ones…
…sea changes… Eerie calm…..awe inspiring …
Nature, sublime..
Guides….
Mentor…creator and the destructor….
*‘ Srishti.. Sthithi.. Samhara’….
Motives, never revealed....
As in man … ‘poles apart’
But…act Balancing ! ! ! ! !
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Sivan PG Menon
3rd Aug 2008
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•Srishti.Sthithi. Samhara.
•Indian mythological elements on Creation.Existence. Destruction
poem by Sivan P.G Menon
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Mid path
Right and wrong are two poles apart,
Between which we prefer living,
Often around the equator,
Poles being too hard to adapt to.
08.07.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Our country - whether bounded by the St. John's and the Sabine, or however otherwise bounded or described, and be the measurements more or less; - still our country, to be cherished in all our hearts, and to be defended by all our hands.
quote by Robert Charles Winthrop
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Regardless
It doesn't matter...
How you regard me.
Where you regard me
If you regard me.
Or why or even when,
I am regarded by you at all.
If neither one of us are sharing...
To acknowledge it!
Whenever I am home,
And feeling alone.
That is done...
When and if those moments arrive,
Regardless!
And...
Until those moods decided to leave...
There I am,
In total disregard.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Cinema Show
Home from work our juliet
Clears her morning meal.
She dabs her skin with pretty smells
Concealing to appeal.
I will make my bed,
She said, but turned to go.
Can she be late for her cinema show?
Romeo locks his basement flat,
And scurries up the stair.
With head held high and floral tie,
A weekend millionaire.
I will make my bed
With her tonight, he cries.
Can he fail armed with his chocolate surprise?
Take a little trip back with father tiresias,
Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through.
I have crossed between the poles, for me theres no mystery.
Once a man, like the sea I raged,
Once a woman, like the earth I gave.
But there is in fact more earth than sea.
Take a little trip back with father tiresias,
Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through.
I have crossed between the poles, for me theres no mystery.
Once a man, like the sea I raged,
Once a woman, like the earth I gave.
But there is in fact more earth than sea.
song performed by by Genesis
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When and how are obscure.
Death is a certainty;
But ‘when’ and ‘how’
Aren’t a certainty.
That is why we made gods
29.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Darling of mine
Darling of mine,
this morning I wanted
to put something in my words
to say that I feel that you do not
regard me as a human being
and how it looks at times,
that I as a man
stand alone without humanity
in our relationship.
At times it feels as if I
alone have to struggle
in life
and you say things and take decisions,
without granting me an option
while I stand central in it all
and the influence of it
has a direct impact on my life.
When at times you want to know
what I think,
I wonder if rebellion
and temper tantrums
are hiding beneath the surface
and what I really have to say
and how I can lay regard, respect
and love in your heart
but maybe life plays its game
while I am picking up the pieces
of our relationship and my life.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Never tell evil of a man, if you do not know it for certainty, and if you know it for a certainty, then ask yourself, 'Why should I tell it'
quote by Johann Kaspar Lavater
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It is only of life on Earth, however, that one can speak with any certainty. It seems to me that all life on Earth, the sum total of life upon the Earth, has purpose.
quote by Clifford D. Simak
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When Terra Firma Earthquake Volcano Tsunami Erupts
Earth terra firma safe solid earth under your feet
the Latin phrase terra earth, firma solid, reminds
dry land mass are all safe solid earth beneath feet
continents islands are solid land mass on earth’s surface
but land is not immovable affixed to one solid spot land
is a mobile surface divided into moving tectonic plates
plate boundaries mobile move at relative rates as plates
move against each other enormous pressure builds
up must be released through earth movement the result
natural hazard events earthquake volcano tsunami erupt
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Twin tism
bonds entwined
between two poles:
a sad pole,
a mirthful pole
the sad rubs off on the
joyful, the mirthful
colours the sad pole
a scintillating interaction
springs to life. in my eyes
the poles always stay
connected - like two
dissimilar twins.
but
kid myself not. these
work on electricity
a silent gleam of thunder
visible only to the
discerning eye.
alas:
.power cut! the ravishing
bolt fell flat. And so the twin
poles found each other no
more. sad but true. This i
observed with my cherished
companions.
poem by Michael Witkowski
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Man is half blind.
Hope is not a certainty;
Guess is not a certainty.
So are perception and prediction.
Intuition is an illusion.
Yet they are the only aids
With which man walks, half blind.
15.06.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Spring Sestina
it’s nearly noon and the sun slices
through the thick spring fog, dark
with winter’s gloom, heavy with fatality:
the spent daffodil’s bloom, the cut
tulip whose bulb shrinks into earth,
the dew worm mining to the surface,
the bittersweet-bellied robin surfaces
through cold air, the flight slices
until stick feet meet warm, wet earth
as eyes scan lawns and ditches dark
with winter sleep, the worm cuts
through to the robin’s charge, a fatality
among spring’s chalk marks of fatality
struck against the papery surface
of birch bark, each stain cuts
into the trunk, rips and slices
death as a jagged feature in dark
congealed blood of waking earth,
she is still there, deep in the earth,
calling her children one fatality,
then another, through each dark
season, sinking down from surface,
still air vibrates, incantations slice
through reality, scrape and cut
to the unknown, slash and cut
to another side of the dynamic earth,
the oblivious hyacinth slices
through, refuses to be a fatality
of the season and sings to the surface,
sun shines on the purple florets dark
with pride, ardent hope, like the dark
winter nights that momentarily cut
south past the equator, only to surface
after the humid summer sweat, earth
taking in her own fatality,
battered by tiny atmospheric slices,
dark proud mares issue youth to the earth,
fatalities quickly slip past yawning cuts,
slices of vitality embrace her broad strong surface
(Winner 2005 Carl Sandburg Poetry Contest, Carl Sandburg College, Galesburg Illinois)
poem by Jane L. Carman
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