Geography is about maps, but biography is about chaps.
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The art of biography is different from geography. Geography is about maps, but biography is about chaps.
quote by Edmund Clerihew Bentley
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If geography is prose, maps are iconography.
quote by Lennart Meri
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In the sun
A dog is a dog
And a bird is a bird.
I m flying like bird
and guard my house
like dog.
Dog and bird friends
And in the open field
both want to study
geography.
Geography differs
from person to person
from history to history
from time to time.
And in future
geography melt
like fog in the sun.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Maps & Legends
Hes not to be reached, hes to be reached.
Hes not to be reached, hes to be reached.
Called the fool and the company,
On his own where hed rather be.
Where he ought to be, he sees what you cant see,
Cant you see that?
Maybe hes caught in the legend,
Maybe hes caught in the mood.
Maybe these maps and legends
Have been misunderstood.
Down the way the roads divided,
Paint me the places you have seen.
Those who know what I dont know
Refer to the yellow, red and green
Maybe hes caught in the legend,
Maybe hes caught in the mood.
Maybe these maps and legends
Have been misunderstood.
Hes not to be reached, hes to be reached. (4 times)
The map that you painted didnt seem real.
He just sings whatever hes seen
Point to the legend, point to the east,
Point to the yellow, red and green
Maybe hes caught in the legend,
Maybe hes caught in the mood.
Maybe these maps and legends
Have been misunderstood, been misunderstood.
(maps and legends)
(maps and legends) is he to be reached?
Hes not to be reached.
(maps and legends) is he to be reached?
Hes not to be reached.
(maps and legends) is he to be reached?
Hes not to be reached anymore.
song performed by by REM
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Maps And Legends
He's not to be reached he's to be reached.
He's not to be reached he's to be reached.
Called the fool and the company
On his own where he'd rather be.
Where he ought to be he sees what you can't see can't you see that?
Maybe he's caught in the legend
maybe he's caught in the mood.
Maybe these maps and legends
have been misunderstood.
Down the way the road's divided
Paint me the places you have seen.
Those who know what I don't know
refer to the yellow, red and green
Maybe he's caught in the legend,
maybe he's caught in the mood.
Maybe these maps and legends
have been misunderstood.
He's not to be reached, he's to be reached. (4 times)
The map that you painted didn't seem real.
He just sings whatever he's seen
Point to the legend, point to the east,
Point to the yellow, red and green
Maybe he's caught in the legend,
maybe he's caught in the mood.
Maybe these maps and legends
have been misunderstood, been misunderstood. (Maps and legends)
(Maps and legends) Is he to be reached? He's not to be reached.
(Maps and legends) Is he to be reached? He's not to be reached.
(Maps and legends) Is he to be reached? He's not to be reached anymore
song performed by by REM
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No life map
Road maps are there.
Paths can be chosen
No maps are for life.
Time reveals the path.
23.05.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Some Got a Battle On Their Maps
I use to hate to
Re-organize
My life
For someone...
Who did not know who to appreciate.
I use to hate to
Re-organize
My life
For someone...
Who did not know who to appreciate.
I use to hate to
Re-organize
My life
For someone...
Who did not know who to appreciate.
People are like that,
They do not appreciate.
Some can be so ruthless,
They do not appreciate.
People are like that.
Sad is the fact.
People are like that.
Some got a battle on their maps.
People are like that!
Some got a battle on their maps.
People are like that!
Sad is the fact.
People are like that!
Some got a battle on their maps.
People are like that!
Some got a battle on their maps.
People are like that!
Some got a battle on their maps.
People are like that!
Some got a battle on their maps.
I use to hate to
Re-organize
My life
For someone...
Who did not know who to appreciate.
People are like that,
They do not appreciate.
Some can be so ruthless,
They do not appreciate.
People are like that.
Sad is the fact.
People are like that.
Some got a battle on their maps.
People are like that!
Some got a battle on their maps.
People are like that!
Some got a battle on their maps.
People are like that!
Some got a battle on their maps.
Some gotta battle
Some gotta battle
Some got a battle on their maps.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When my Geography teacher draws French Alps on the Blackboard?
She could draw maps nicely
and once she said; 'Here the French Alps.'
I was not interesred of the mountains those days?
And mesmerized of of her magical smile!
O that dimples on her both cheeks
When she smiles.
Once a week my usual routine
out of the class without a cause
Probably my mysterious looks at her?
When I was in the port of Marseille in France
A French lady walked along the pier
towards the yacht harbour.
I just came down on the ship's gangway
with a cigarette in my mouth.
And she smiled with me
her dimples on the cheeks
dragged me to my Geography class.
I verified of French Alps
with a stevedore near by
'O it's far away'
he said annoyingly!
I had a sad nostalgic feeling
that how far I was from my motherland?
It haunts me everywhere
in the same manner being an alien
to this unknown World?
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Found Poem After News From One Roaming Alaskan Wilderness
.
for Andy
far flung from
Black Mountain,
Charles Olson
in mind, quoth -
'I come back to the geography of it...
An American is a complex of occasions,
themselves a geometry
of spatial nature.' - from 'Maximus to Gloucester, Letter 27'
*
You lost
again,
poor boy,
in way out
places.
Better there
than lost
in familiar
here/now
such is NYC,
East 10th
street soothed,
sore -
red wine,
air conditioned
poems
Writing (is)
bitterness
mixed,
prayer,
such is
personal
geography.
Stunned
how life can
somehow go
but one can
either resist
or flow
with it
feeling
Deity
(is)
the
Greater Current
ripping all
cloying maps,
clawing hand
from roots
on the bank
worn by
Greater Intention.
One relents
may like
Jonah lie
spent,
still defiant
under
withered
gourd vines
such are
poem-shades.
Still,
the dreaded
Nineveh volks
repenteth.
Not I.
No 'shed I'
but
El Shaddai.**
Effective, what?
Indeed, more
God's work
than my
half-hearted
attempt to
convert rivers,
alter courses,
egos,
when
mine own
is still
wrenched
in Sacred Grip.
All's well
that ends
swell or is
swollen
with a
modicum
of sensation.
Can't wait
to hear of
travels
Klondike
&
more
tis boon
to read of
just here.
Ah to be
anywhere
but here
but intent
is to bear
this where
enduring why,
still celebrating
breath,
sky,
sidewalk
generously
allowing
my weight.
**Hebrew for 'God of the mountain', & 'God Almighty'.
The root word 'shadad' (ש ד ד ;) means 'to overpower'
or 'to destroy'. This would give Shaddai the meaning
of 'destroyer', representing one of the aspects of God
poem by Warren Falcon
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Reading The Poems Of Other People
honestly i should be flattered
why you keep on
following every poem
that i have written
i know how hard it is since
there are thousands and
thousands
of these
posts,
i know what you think
that poems are maps
towards
who i am really
roads that lead to a
city
a rainbow that gives
the myth
that at the end of it
is the
pot of gold
you really flatter me
but what if these are not
maps
or there is no rainbow
of there is no
pot of gold?
what if we have the same
thinking
that there is really no
self
no city
no map
what if there are only
whims
or there is only shame
or death
what if
these are just footsteps
of a lost man
and at the end there
is only a cliff
where the man jumped
and killed
himself
it could be
so horrible
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Author's Farewell to the Bushmen
Some carry their swags in the Great North-West,
Where the bravest battle and die,
And a few have gone to their last long rest,
And a few have said: Good-bye!
The coast grows dim, and it may be long
Ere the Gums again I see;
So I put my soul in a farewell song
To the chaps who barracked for me.
Their days are hard at the best of times,
And their dreams are dreams of care—
God bless them all for their big soft hearts,
And the brave, brave grins they wear!
God keep me straight as a man can go,
And true as a man may be!
For the sake of the hearts that were always so,
Of the men who had faith in me!
And a ship-side word I would say, you chaps
Of the blood of the Don’t-give-in!
The world will call it a boast, perhaps—
But I’ll win, if a man can win!
And not for gold nor the world’s applause—
Though ways to the end they be—
I’ll win, if a man might win, because
Of the men who believed in me.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Drugs are a bet with your mind.
Jim Morrison in Biography
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This is the best biography by me I have ever read.
quote by Lawrence Welk
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Everything has to do with geography.
quote by Judy Martz
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I like geography. I like to know where places are.
quote by Tom Felton
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There is no psychology; there is only biography and autobiography.
quote by Thomas Szasz
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I'm an avid biography reader.
quote by Brent Spiner
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Biography is one of the new terrors of death.
quote by John Arbuthnot
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The biography of a writer - or even the autobiography - will always have this incompleteness.
quote by V.S. Naipaul
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Discretion is not the better part of biography.
quote by Lytton Strachey
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