I know that I haven't powers enough to divide myself into one who earns and one who creates.
quote by Tillie Olsen
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Innate actions overtake
.
Reflection earns you wisdom;
Knowledge earns you wisdom;
Experience earns you wisdom.
Innate actions overtake them.
09.04.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love Creates
Love creates mysterious things,
Love creates beautiful expressions,
Love creates everything we need,
Love creates without a thought :)
Love creates no thinking mind,
Love expresses from hearts,
Love comes through effortlessly,
Love becomes the place we share :)
Love is our greatest gift,
Love shares our hearts as one,
Love is creation and our intentions,
Love knows our beauty without pretending :)
Love creates ABUNDANCE always,
LOVE CREATES OUR INTENTIONS,
Love creates our endless wants regardless,
Love is our self expression SHARED :)
poem by Paul Jensen Jr
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But it is impossible to divide a cube into two cubes, or a fourth power into fourth powers, or generally any power beyond the square into like powers; of this I have found a remarkable demonstration. This margin is too narrow to contain it.
quote by Pierre de Fermat
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I Haven't Forgotten
I haven't forgotten when I meet you first!
I haven't forgotten when I greet you last!
I haven't forgotten your pretty face!
I haven't forgotten your smile and grace!
I haven't forgotten how we started chatting!
I haven't forgotten when we started dating!
I haven't forgotten our last walk together!
I haven't forgotten how I became a loser!
I haven't forgotten how it became too late!
I haven't forgotten when I understood fate!
I haven't forgotten that summer's northwester!
I haven't forgotten and won't forget ever!
poem by Asif Andalib
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America believes in education: the average professor earns more money in a year than a professional athlete earns in a whole week.
America believes in education the average professor earns more money in a year than a professional athlete earns in a whole week.
I Really Haven't Got The Time
(Mike Pinder)
You want me to ride
In your car outside
Spend some time with you
Just an hour or two
But I really,
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
I'm a busy man
Workin' when I can
I got no time to lend
I got no time, time to spend
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Instrumental
I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
Workin' nine 'til five
Got to stay alive (I've got to stay alive)
Find somebody who (Go find somebody who)
Got some time for you (Who's got the time for you)
But I really
No, no, no, no
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
No, no, no, no
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
Really haven't got the time
(Really haven't got time)
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song performed by by Moody Blues
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Woman Weighs Man’s Love
A woman seeks a mate
And earns in full his love.
The love earns her the right
To command his resource.
(13.04.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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War...
war creates fighting that kills everyone...
war creates hate where love should be...
war creates tears that will never dry away...
war creates pain that wont go away...
war creates sadness that wont feel better...
war creates destruction that will take too long to fix...
war blinds us of what’s right or wrong...
war steals us of the right to be happy...
war creates gaps that keep us apart...
war creates a fire you cant put out...
war drops bombs on our hopes and dreams...
war creates children without a father, no one to tuck them in at night...
war makes it hard for a parent to say “everything will be alright” when then don’t even have anyone that they can say “good night”.
war scars a child's mind with things they cant erase...
war makes a good nights sleep a living hell...
war creates nightmares that are never-ending dreams and then, just screams
war creates guilt that eats you alive inside...
war makes you see things that make you scream inside...
war creates scars when all you've seen is blood and more...
war only leaves death when every body drops to the floor...
war creates silence after it ends, so how long till it starts again?
and when all the willing that will fight, die and say their last good night
the war will end, the living will mourn, all for peace but what was it all for? For all those people who died, just so now everyone alive, can do nothing to cope but cry...
Age 14
poem by Alexander SaPonte
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You haven't lost anything when you know were it is. Death can hide but not divide.
quote by Vance Havner
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Mother creates the Universe
Mother creates the Universe
Mother creates Prakriti
Mother creates Purusha
Mother creates the world
Mother means creative power
Mother is Shakti
Sakti is Brahmaswarupini.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Into how many parts would you divide the child after Divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many insane parts would you divide your new-born child’s eternal happiness; after your treacherously vindictive divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many heartless parts would you divide your new-born child’s invincible freedom; after your venomously unbearable divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many ribald parts would you divide your new-born child’s unsurpassable creativity; after your lethally unceremonious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many salacious parts would you divide your new-born child’s majestic destiny; after your lecherously ignominious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many emotionless parts would you divide your new-born child’s triumphant spirit; after your contemptuously debasing divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many terrorizing parts would you divide your new-born child’s unbridled fantasies; after your abhorrently cadaverous divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many excruciating parts would you divide your new-born child’s humanitarian blood; after your cold-bloodedly cannibalistic divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many tyrannized parts would you divide your new-born child’s unconquerable artistry; after your violently besmirching divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many reproachful parts would you divide your new-born child’s redolent playfulness; after your despicably devastating divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many sacrilegious parts would you divide your new-born child’s impregnable mischief; after your sadistically bemoaning divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many wanton parts would you divide your new-born child’s impeccable integrity; after your hedonistically carnivorous divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many ghoulish parts would you divide your new-born child’s limitless fertility; after your mindlessly malicious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many diabolical parts would you divide your new- born child’s infallible innocence; after your unforgivably truculent divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many vengeful parts would you divide your new-born child’s uninhibited cries; after your preposterously bigoted divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many criminal parts would you divide your new-born child’s princely silkenness; after your tempestuously confounding divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many satanic parts would you divide your new-born child’s tiny brain; after your barbarously ungainly divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many sadistic parts would you divide your new-born child’s unlimited curiosity; after your egregiously dastardly divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many carnivorous parts would you divide your new-born child’s parental longing; after your inanely decrepit divorce?
And you might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but tell me; into how many goddamned parts would you divide your new-born child’s immortal love; after your devilishly vituperative divorce?
©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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The Great Divide
In the canyons of the great divide
Familiar places that we can run and hide
Are filled with strangers
Walking in our houses alone
In the great divide
Nothing to decide
No one else to care for or love
In the great divide
You wont fit in too well
On the horses of the carousel
She rides alone with you and me
She rides like she knows
Wherever she goes, well be there
On the carousel
Life is going well
Anyone can tell were in love
On the carousel
Youre gonna like the way you feel
You and i, we got caught down there
In the twisted canyons of the great divide
We walked the floor
Now we dont go there anymore
In the great divide
Nothin to decide
No one else to care for or love
In the great divide
I dont fit in too well
In the great divide
Nothin to decide
No one else to care for or love
In the great divide
You wont fit in too well
song performed by by Neil Young
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In his image
god creates the physique
as a compass
to him
the body a sanctum
to cultivate
the soul
god creates the physique
as a guide to
finetune his soul
god creates the physique
a tool to upgrade the
vibrations of the soul
in order that it can fit
nicely into the mould of god
god creates the physique
to see how far man
can veer away from him
the physique a piano
songs of the soul
are played
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.
quote by Mao Zedong
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Village Of The Sun
Well Ive been hanging down side up
Feeling really banged up
Whishing everybody would shut up in the village of the sun
Yes
More than just a little bit loud
Well I was more than just a little proud
To think that the opinions of the rocks and clouds
Would even give us recognition
Oh I ever (? )
I hear a sound that is delayed
I know that help is on the way
To the village of the sun
To the powers that be
To the powers that be
To an hour to be
Is it the intention of that child
To be a bastard in the wild
Eventually (? )
Like (? )
Of course the cannon makes a rucus
Like the lady in the circus
We can try to (? )
To the powers that be
To the powers that be
To an hour to be
Maybe Ive said enough
I wasnt trying to be all funny
And I wasnt trying to be all tough
Im almost done
No matter what I see
That matter will say of me
Aint that the way
Of the village of the sun
To the powers that be
To the powers that be
To an hour to be
song performed by by Frank Black
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Mister Powers
Excuse me, mister powers
What do we plan to do today?
Yes excuse me, mister powers
What do we plan to do today?
Were going to 43rd street sonny
To hear them blues boys play
Well, its midnight mister powers
Where are we gonna boogaloo?
Yes, its after midnight mister powers
Where are we gonna boogaloo?
Were going to kingston mines boy
To boogaloo with sugarblue
Why, gentle mister powers
What will the morning bring?
Oh, gracious mister powers
What will the morning bring?
Well were going down to church child
To hear them gospel women sing
Well, tell me mister powers
What is the meaning of all this?
Please tell me mister powers
What is the meaning of all this?
It means aint God a good god
And all the glory is his
Thank you mister powers
You sure put the power in me!
Oh, thank you mister powers
You sure put the power in me!
Well, think nothin of it buddy,
The best things in life are still free...
song performed by by Waterboys
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God is in the wind
Seize the touch of breeze
For a moment, you freeze
Cold things crawling inside
God is in the wind
Haven't you realized
Not visualized
Just felt beyond mind
God is in the wind
Haven't you realized
Not visualized
Just felt beyond mind
God is in the wind
Wind causes change
Wind ceases rain
Wind carves the cave
Wind creates the wave
Balance is throughout maintained
You, me and God are all the same
One flows into another
All is in the wind
God is in the wind
All is in the wind
Nevermind
poem by Siddharth Shah
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Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.
Far Too Little We Know (Enclosed Triplets) (In Answer To John Keats)
I
Not all kinds of things can be explained
by mere science or by some philosophy
and so the essence of life has remained
without its knowledge ever been gained
a very great kind of strange mystery
in that it does exist unrestrained,
when couples from pleasure have not abstained,
as in love some small cells brings a child to be
while after death life cannot be maintained
or knowledge of its wellspring be retained
while its source seems divine, something Godly;
not all kinds of things can be explained.
II
While some mysteries still has a haven
in their own undisturbed happenings
while human science still measures uneven;
if texture, colour and waves in heaven
of a rainbow is in the knowledge of things
the impact, the magic of it is not given,
even when men are despotic or craven,
on faith like butterflies, angels have wings,
as does remain the lore of the raven,
even the devil has hoofs that are cloven,
some stories have got some imaginings
while some mysteries still has a haven.
III
People might think I am on the loony side
but not all discoveries have been made
and to real faith some powers remain wide,
a man may have a tender hearted bride
as true love's mysteries do not just fade
while all their guests do them well wishes bide,
when hidden facts appear from where they hide,
new kinds of things may appear from the shade,
with knowledge man wants to rule and divide,
in life by limited resources we decide
the way of things and do others persuade
and to real faith some powers remain wide.
IV
Yet still far too little we do know
even of ourselves and of our earth,
about the way that everything does go,
we experience the sun's early glow
while we learn and adapt from our very birth
are caught by the wonder of drops of snow,
yearn for something more beyond the shadow,
for a Supreme Being that knows our true worth
in life's daily continuous ebb and flow
and in rebellion we suffer blow by blow,
while to existence there is no rebirth,
yet still far too little we do know.
[Reference: 'Lamia' by John Keats.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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