Our nature consists in motion; complete rest is death.
quote by Blaise Pascal
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Man v/s Nature
There are two living things on this earth,
Man and Nature whom god has given birth.
Man consists of human beings,
Nature consists of Flora and Fauna which are the King and Queen.
Nature and Man are fighting to receive the title of most powerful,
This conflict is very dreadful.
Earth’s destroyers are Man and Nature,
These both have become cruel creatures.
Nature is destroying Man,
And Man is putting on Nature – a ban.
Oh! Almighty take from Man and Nature your good wishes and boon,
Otherwise, they will destroy Earth soon.
(Copyright reserved. Gautam Sharma)
poem by Gautam Sharma
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From this bestial view that the human mind consists of only sense certainty, pleasure and pain, Locke developed an equally bestial theory of the nation. Man originally existed in a State of Nature of complete liberty.
quote by Robert Trout
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Life Vs Mylife
LIFE
IS HAPPY AND GOOD
MY LIFE
IS FULL OF SHAME AND REGRET
LIFE
CONSISTS OF EVERYONE
MY LIFE
CONSISTS OF ONLY ME
LIFE
CONSISTS OF LIFE
MY LIFE
CONSISTS OF DEATH AND PAIN
LIFE
TOLD ME WHAT I KNOW NOW
MY LIFE
HELPED ME BELIEVE IT
LIFE
TAUGHT ME TO BE STRONG
MY LIFE TAUGHT ME TO BECOME IT
LIFE
IS THE SUBJECT
MY LIFE
IS THE REASON
LIFE
TOLD ME TO FIGHT
MY LIFE
TOLD ME TO GIVE UP
LIFE
THOUGHT I ACTUALLY WOULD GIVE UP
MY LIFE
KEPT ME STRONG FOR ME, MY FAMLY, MY NIECE (RIP) , AND MY FRIENDS
LOVE THE POETIC PRINCESS
poem by Michole Petersen
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Disingenuousness
Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.
Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:
Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!
Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
The March of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Death is......
Death is the placid resort
Where one can coolly relax
Away from the tumultuous toil of
Life’s routine rigmarole
Death is the comforting refuge
Where one can take asylum from the
inevitable assault of adversities of life
enjoying an eternal blissful solace
Death is the strong citadel
Into which one can run and hide
To find the everlasting protection
From the invading aggressive strife
Death is the sweet home
Which one longs to reach at the dusk of life
After completing and un-completing
His secular chores for an eternal rest
Death is the enticing trophy
For which one prepares using all his talents
And runs fast to complete the course
To take it at the finishing point from the hands of the umpire
Death is not the hiss of a serpent
It is the kiss of the heavenly father given to those who repent
Death is not a state of swoon,
it is a splendid boon
Death is not a disheartening demotion,
It is a much awaited promotion
Death is not an inconsolable commotion,
It is a state of departing from emotion
Death is not an appalling notion,
It is an ecstatic heavenly motion
Death is not a dreadful rift..
It is a glorious gift
To enjoy that rapturous shift,
from this world one should inescapably drift
poem by Ch J Satyananda Kumar
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Complete The Nature
Your first name is secrecy
And your face has being ravage by beauty
The center of destruction
A pillar of re creation
A perfect addition to the nature
Filled with the good and the bad
And your presence makes eyes go mad
Evergreen in many minds
In your deceit many go blind
Yet you're a lovely nature
You complete the nature
With a perfect gesture
You're every man strongest point
Every hearts weak point
You complete the nature
poem by Daniel Oluwatobi Olaolu
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Common sense
The matchless difference between
a falling rock and
a bell, rocked by the wind,
consists of
the sense of the motion.
The difference between you
and the whole world, by the sense of motion,
is that you can move the world away
by being so statically,
by being so obviously imprisoned
in your own memories.
Moreover, you say
that you will never demote,
by staying in order to typify
our memories
in the eternity of delays....
I
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Death means Love means
Death means freedom
Love means pain
Which would you choose?
Death means rest peacefully
Love means restless motion
Which would be comfortable?
Death means life
love means death to the heart
Which one would you want?
Death means everlasting happiness
Love means confusion
Which would be more rich?
Death means rejoice with loved ones
Love means losing someone
Which would be better?
Death means peaceful dreams for forever
Love means fear of nightmares
Which would you perfer?
poem by Desserray Whitcomb
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In Harmony with Nature
"In Harmony with Nature?" Restless fool,
Who with such heat dost preach what were thee,
When true, the last impossibility—
To be like Nature strong, like Nature cool!
Know, man hath all which Nature hath, but more,
And in that more lie all his hopes of good.
Nature is cruel, man is sick of of blood;
Nature is stubborn, man would fain adore;
Nature is fickle, man hath need of rest;
Nature forgives no debt, and fears no grave;
Man would be mild, and with safe conscience blest.
Man must begin, know this, where Nature ends;
Nature and man can never be fast friends.
Fool, if thou canst not pass her, rest her slave!
poem by Matthew Arnold from Sonnets (1849)
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Lying Fallow
All natures know it’s for the best.
Except for man who lacks the sense
to realise it’s time for rest.
Man views the winter as a test,
a hurdle barrier or fence.
All nature knows it’s for the best.
Although unwelcome as a guest
Conceited man makes no pretence
to realise it’s time for rest
He raises his voice in protest
he’s far too quick to take offence.
All nature knows it’s for the best.
He longs for spring becomes obsessed.
Wild creatures have the confidence
to realise it’s time for rest.
Nature regards man as a jest,
and doubts his mental competence.
All nature knows it’s for the best
to realise its time for rest.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Once She Takes Them Away And Leaves
Does anyone find it mysterious and strange,
That when Mother Nature pays a surprise visit...
She is less impressed where one lives.
Or how exquisite one's home is.
Or the status they have.
OR educational degrees.
Does anyone believe Mother Nature grieves,
Over those who have 'achieved' complete selfishness.
Does anyone find it mysterious and strange,
That Mother Nature could care less...
Who is entitled and remains,
With thoughts they are better than the rest with less.
Does anyone find it mysterious and strange,
That Mother Nature could care less...
Who worships 'things' and is left distressed,
Once She takes them away and leaves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nature's Beauty and Bounty
Nature, Nature, Nature
The utmost of god's creature,
Always giving us pleasure,
To rejuvenate and making us happier.
The mountains, deserts and plateaus,
Are the dry parts of nature,
There are less words to,
Describe how they reassure.
The seas, oceans and rivers,
Removing all the dire's
And making the,
Body and soul pure.
But who's there,
For the nature,
To hear,
Its whimper.
Many are there,
Who act just as a loudspeaker,
Nothing with to do, to hear,
Acting just a mere.
It is our nature,
And must be our dear,
I hope this poem act as a coiffure,
Saving the motion for,
Our dear dying nature.
poem by Dikshant Bhandari
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Death Series 5 - Death IS
Death is the irreversible cessation of life.
Death is a complete change in the status of a living entity.
Death is a change of essential characteristics.
Death IS, Death WAS, Death WILL BE,
for Death IS Death, as an end to itself.
poem by Ciaran Quirke
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The Loco-motion
Everybodys doin a brand new dance now.
Come on baby, do the loco-motion.
I know youll get to like it if you give it a chance now.
Come on baby, do the loco-motion.
My little baby sister can do it with ease,
Its easier than learnin your abcs.
So, come on, come on, and do the loco-motion with me.
Youve got to swing your hips now,
Oooo ...
Come on,
Oooo ...
Come on.
Jump up,
Oooo ...
Jump up.
Jump back,
Oooo ...
Jump back.
Oh, well, I think youve got the knack.
Oooo ...
Woah ... woah.
Now that you can do it, well, lets make a chain now.
Come on baby, do the loco-motion.
A chuga-chuga motion like a railroad train, now.
Come on baby, do the loco-motion.
Do it nice and easy now, and dont lose control,
A little bit of rhythm and a lot of soul,
So, come on, come on, and do the loco-motion with me.
Woah ... woah.
Move around the floor in a loco-motion.
Come on baby, do the loco-motion.
Do it holdin hands ifn you get the notion.
Come on baby, do the loco-motion.
Theres never been a dance thats so easy to do,
It even makes you happy when youre feelin blue.
So, come on, come on, and do the loco-motion with me.
Come on baby, do the loco-motion.
So, come on, come on, and do the loco-motion with me.
Come on baby, do the loco-motion.
So, come on, come on, and do the loco-motion with me.
Come on baby, do the loco-motion.
Come on baby, do the loco-motion.
Come on baby, do the loco-motion.
(repeat to fade)
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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The moral virtues, then, are produced in us neither by nature nor against nature. Nature, indeed, prepares in us the ground for their reception, but their complete formation is the product of habit.
War And Death
Good bye my father…..
I am sorry for not been three for you
I am sorry Dad, for not making it up to you
I wish I could help fight the war of death
But it is a battle form above
Death is not the end of the road
Death is the passport to heaven
Dad, now you are given a visa to see what men can not see
Death knows not the boundaries between young and old or man and woman
He drove slowly; he gives Levis to who ever he sees on his way
Death is calls that will all must answer
Death does not flash
Rest in peace Dad, even when you die too young,
Not as honorable, you die a hobble death
You are my hero even duo your death puts many in sorrow
Rest in peace.
poem by Adole Sylvanus
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The primary and most beautiful of Nature's qualities is motion, which agitates her at all times, but this motion is simply a perpetual consequence of crimes, she conserves it by means of crimes only.
quote by Marquis de Sade
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It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
The Reign of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Dharma Chakra
What Buddha set in motion,
The Wheel of Dharma
Was already, always in motion.
We used to discuss, with scorn,
The retired officers charging fee
To procure a meeting with us.
Now after retirement while
Doing consultancy, we charge
A higher fee for meeting officers!
I do feel sorry that I thought ill
Of them then, and so now if others
In the chair think ill of me, let them.
The circle will complete for everyone:
Only there is a season for everything,
As laid down in the Ecclesiastes.
poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
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Poetry in Motion
Poetry is like the ocean
Poetry in Motion
Poetry is like a potion
Poetry in Motion
Poetry is like an explosion
Poetry in Motion
Poetry is like some soothing lotion
Poetry in Motion
Poetry is a form of devotion
Poetry in Motion
Poetry represents emotion
Poetry in Motion
poem by Yeremiah Hardt
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