The ear tends to be lazy, craves the familiar and is shocked by the unexpected; the eye, on the other hand, tends to be impatient, craves the novel and is bored by repetition.
quote by W.H. Auden
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Soul’s propeller
An infant craves for strokes.
A child craves for attention.
An adolescent craves for recognition.
An adult craves for identity.
An old one craves for gratitude.
A dead one craves for visiting as ghost.
Craving is the soul’s propeller.
11.09.05
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Understand the friendships
One craves more to be needed than gifted.
One craves more to be cared than loved.
On craves more to be remembered than praised.
Keeping these in mind, behave with your friends.
17.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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poem by David Keig
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The Farewell
'Tis not the untried soldier new to danger
Who fears to enter into active strife.
Amidst the roll of drums, the cannon's rattle,
He craves adventure, and thinks not of life.
But the scarred vetran knows the price of glory,
He does not court the conflict or the fray.
He has no longing to rehearse that gory
And most dramatic act, or wars dark play.
He who to love has always been a stranger,
All unafraid may linger in your spell.
My heart has known the warfare, and its danger.
It craves no repitition - so farewell.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Art And Science
ART does not ascertain
SCIENCE does ascertain
it shows results...though
the other sows seeds
ART will never
ascertain..not its nature
as ARTS goal is not success
ART will never ascertain itself
ART is already wholesome
proving itself will never show its stature
a successful artist
will definitely have a science
behind his success...
though ARTS purpose
is never in success
ART only craves to express
yes
ART ONLY CRAVES TO EXPRESS
TODAY'S WORLD HAS
A VERY LITTLE OF ART AND MORE OF SCIENCE
a round and pretty face with no expression
or a
compelled pleasing smile from a diplomatic compulsion
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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Bored
Hear me spit on you, wither i
Remold into gold and bury I from - sun
Reborn left to sigh, recure maybe ill
Be born and simplify - the way I lie - before
I get bored, I get bored, I get bored Im bored
Repent by you and trust to figure out
I burn that gift to you - doll and let it shine before
I get bored, I get bored, I get bored, I wish for a real one
Fit and confide, before me or i
I will come clean, it gets worse - its more
Get bored, I get bored, I get bored, a wish for a real one
Get bored, get bored, get bored, I wish for a real one
song performed by by Deftones
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A phrase begins life as a literary expression; its felicity leads to its lazy repetition; and repetition soon establishes it as a legal formula, undiscriminatingly used to express different and sometimes contradictory ideas.
quote by Felix Frankfurter
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Ode to the Plum Blossom
Wind and rain escorted Spring's departure,
Flying snow welcomes Spring's return.
On the ice-clad rock rising high and sheer
A flower blooms sweet and fair.
Sweet and fair, she craves not Spring for herself alone,
To be the harbinger of Spring she is content.
When the mountain flowers are in full bloom
She will smile mingling in their midst.
Outside the post-house, beside the broken bridge, Alone, deserted, a flower blooms.
Saddened by her solitude in the falling dusk,
She is now assailed by wind and rain.
Let other flowers be envious!
She craves not Spring for herself alone.
Her petals may be ground in the mud,
But her fragrance will endure.
poem by Mao Zedong
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It is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, that is poor.
It Had to Come to Us This Way
It had to come to us this way.
Unexpected love.
It had to find us unprepared.
Unexpected love.
We did not know it had us picked.
When unexpected love,
Came to visit.
It had to come to us this way.
Unexpected love.
It had to find us unprepared.
Willing to accept,
How it crept upon us.
When all we felt was tried.
Staring in clear skies,
Sometimes for that 'one'.
That someone special to us to come.
And when it is done...
We become stunned.
It is familiar.
As if it begins where it 'had' begun!
It had to come to us this way.
Unexpected love.
Expecting it returned.
As it is to feed what is yearned.
Connecting two hearts burning!
When all we felt was tried,
Unexpected love...
Comes out of hiding!
It had to come to us this way.
If it had not...
We would find reasons,
To chase it away!
And that is why,
It had to come to us
This way...
Finding us in a receptive display,
And giving without thought to run.
Hoping love like this did come,
To stay!
It had to come to us this way,
Unexpected love...
Seldom drifts or fades!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, that is poor.
He is not poor that hath not much, but he that craves much.
The poor man is he who, having much, craves for more.
quote by Marcus Minucius Felix
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He is not poor that hath not much, but he that craves much.
quote by Thomas Fuller
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Knowledge is like money: the more he gets, the more he craves.
quote by Josh Billings
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Knowledge is like money the more he gets, the more he craves.
quote by Josh Billings
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