In philosophy, you have to reckon with the implicit level of an accumulated reserve, and thus with a very great number of relays, with the shared responsibility of these relays.
quote by Jacques Derrida
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That Certain Smile
There’s something you do to me
when you smile that way,
you lift my heart to new heights,
which fixes me for the day.
Your smile writes a letter of love,
and relays it quicker than a sigh,
in fact it tells of so much more
and what can’t speak can’t lie.
poem by Orlando Belo
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I Have Reserved Time to Write This; Why?
I sat in the nature reserve
Watching the animals playing football
I was just a reserve
Not in the first eleven
I had a seat in the theatre reserved
I watched the play unfold
I not an actor I’m too reserved
I’m in the audience where I belong
I was called up by the army
Served before; but they wanted me to re-serve
I was playing tennis; the ball went wide
They made me re-serve
Reserve your energy
Reserve your nerve
Keep your humour in reserve
Keep your reserve in reserve
I reserve the right to say you asked me to write this
And I have kept the best in reserve
You will have to reserve an appointment
With a proper poet after you’ve read this
An anagram of reserve
Is reverse
I wish I could reverse time
Then I wouldn’t have wrote this
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Vision Narrowed
You are right.
You did nothing to me.
From where you sit assessing it.
And from your point of view,
That keeps your vision narrowed.
With an approval of everything you do,
That keeps a truth deluded...
As it escapes for deceits to pursue.
I was wrong to think of you comprehending too.
With a broader consciousness,
One that evaluates what one does...
That affects what someone else,
Interprets as mistakes made.
But like other things about you,
You are afraid to remove a playing of charades.
And that's the way our mind relays.
You are right.
You did nothing to me.
You've done it to yourself...
With a consistent persistency.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sad To See
Giving up on a monotonous groove,
That has fused those stuck in a fading rut...
Has more than addicted.
And is a dilemma,
That has squeezed reality out of twisted minds.
Aging gracefully is definitely a crisis not yet faced,
For those in a mental mode locked and frozen in a zone...
That relays a remaining to stay unchanged is ok!
And not a sickness sad to see,
Afflicting so many without identity or integrity that matures.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Surroundings-10
Sounds
Chirrups rise from green and dawn
Sprinklings wake up men from yawn
Ringings pass by with milk in morn
Cyclings throw papernews with scorn
Vendors' turn at times in tone
Wheels' run-time hasten and horn
Mid-day quiet relays airplane tune
Many are so mild in monsoon drone
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Common experience is the gold reserve which confers an exchange value on the currency which words are; without this reserve of shared experiences, all our pronouncements are checks drawn on insufficient funds.
quote by Rene Daumal
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We must exchange the philosophy of excuse--what I am is beyond my control--for the philosophy of responsibility.
quote by Barbara Charline Jordan
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We must exchange the philosophy of excuse - what I am is beyond my control for the philosophy of responsibility.
quote by Barbara Jordan
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We Are Running On Reserve...(raw, For Edit/revision)
we've been together for so long...
know which route we always take...
when the rains blur our windshields
and the sun heat our seats...
we sleep atop the moon bathed hill...
on beaches with calming waves...
roamed each road we never planned to take
but never we have felt before...
we are running on reserve...
we just cannot tell...
because we are running on reserve
our ride could not end well...
we are running on reserve
we are running on reserve...
we are running on reserve...
a red light keep flashing unnoticed
each bump were too much to take
we are running on reserve
so our end, we cannot tell...
the headlights are dim,
the horns shout making us deaf
the brakes push automatically
we are running on reserve...
and we near our end
poem by Albert Arsenio Sison
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When science, art, literature, and philosophy are simply the manifestation of personality they are on a level where glorious and dazzling achievements are possible, which can make a man's name live for thousands of years. But above this level, far above, separated by an abyss, is the level where the highest things are achieved. These things are essentially anonymous.
quote by Simone Weil
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Mighty Hazards
Mighty rivers blow hard on their surroundings,
The environment relays special images of discontent.
It freezes on you, your livelihood has suffered,
Possible fuel has been achieved all on you.
May the virtues so loved be actualized,
May these devilish hazards be forgotten.
A loose rope has fallen, too mending of you,
For you missed it falling and landing,
Living with the sea and its boats afterwards.
Mighty rivers go, many livers are so gained
By the benches of surgeons, and their knives.
The hazards of water render us unfortunate.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Philosophy goes no further than probabilities, and in every assertion keeps a doubt in reserve.
quote by James Anthony Froude
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Her Ardor
I believe in, yet know not how to accept, her ardor-
This is my mind's and heart's conflicted barter;
My mind says: 'surely, truth hath been spoken-
Her soul, lain bare to me, ne'er merely token! '
My heart says: 'surely, this may not be real-
Yet, she relays what her heart doth truly feel! ? '
Not once in my life have I been so tender-
Until God shone upon me again, her splendor!
At times, I am in awe, others, in disbelief-
Either way, my heart purloined-she, its thief!
Each solitary nox, as I lie down, to sleep,
I thank God: 'Heavenly Father, allow me to keep
This love she offers me-e'er allow that it be earned-
Assured Thee must be, it will be likewise returned! '
Maurice Harris,5 May 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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Modern sociology is virtually an attempt to take up the larger program of social analysis and interpretation which was implicit in Adam Smith's moral philosophy, but which was suppressed for a century by prevailing interest in the technique of the production of wealth.
quote by Albion W. Small
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The philosophy to live
The life is
respect and dignity
My philosophy of
life is to
live with dreams
Is satisfying to
think at the
philosophy to live
The philosophy to
live is sacred
and genuine
Is essential that
the philosophy to
live is a
conscious and satisfying
act of our
personal existence
The philosophy to
live must be
defended from excessive
attacks
The philosophy to
live will be
a peaceful and
motivated revolution
The life is
a great and
magnificent work
The life must
be lived slowly
because only thus
can be authentic
The life is
not appearance
The life travels
in the present
The life is
an alternation of
emotions and sensations
There shouldn't be
obsessions in life
because it's an
unrepeatable and extravagant
thing
poem by Laura arwen
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But the reporter has the responsibility to determine, number one, whether that is true, and number two, to make a judgment as to whether it's in the public interest and whether or not it should be part of the debate.
quote by Bob Schieffer
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At an everyday level I would reckon myself more than fortunate.
quote by Peter Garrett
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Reflections on Reflections Play
Poets finger frequencies chromatic
which few imagine, fuse into our days,
highlight dross in unexpected ways
turn common hieroglyphs to gold syllabic.
Poets tune to wavelengths which, harmonic,
impressions fleeting turn to interplays
outside Time transformed, for image stays
as fly in amber, glowing, flowing, tonic
despite enchroaching Time’s invasion chronic.
Reflections on reflections play. Relays,
found unbound, may colour in life’s greys,
unpick the spirit’s drawbridge lock symbolic,
depict emotions which, with rainbow tint,
may move, may pain remove, and joy imprint....
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Sound Chaser
Faster moment spent spread tales of change within the sound
Counting form through rhythm electric freedom
Moves to counter-balance stars expound our conscience
All to know and see
The look in your eyes
Passing time will reach as nature relays to set the scene
New encounters spark a true fruition
Guiding lines we touch them
Our bodies balance out the waves
As we accelerate our days
To the look in your eyes
]from the moment I reached out to hold
I felt a sound
And what touches our soul slowly moves as touch rebounds
And to know that tempo will continue lost in trance of dances
As rhythm takes another turn
As is my want I only reach
To look in your eyes...
song performed by by Yes
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Sound Chaser
Faster moment spent spread tales of change within the sound
Counting form through rhythm electric freedom
Moves to counter-balance stars expound our conscience
All to know and see
The look in your eyes
Passing time will reach as nature relays to set the scene
New encounters spark a true fruition
Guiding lines we touch them
Our bodies balance out the waves
As we accelerate our days
To the look in your eyes
]from the moment I reached out to hold
I felt a sound
And what touches our soul slowly moves as touch rebounds
And to know that tempo will continue lost in trance of dances
As rhythm takes another turn
As is my want I only reach
To look in your eyes...
song performed by by Yes
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