Only thought can resemble. It resembles by being what it sees, hears, or knows; it becomes what the world offers it.
quote by Rene Magritte
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Life resembles a novel more often than novels resemble life.
quote by George Sand
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The Fool On The Hill
Day after day, alone on the hill
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that hes just a fool
As he never gives an answer
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning around
Well on the way, head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices talking percetly loud
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sound he appears to make
And he never seems to notice
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning around
And nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning around
He never listen to them
He knows that theyre the fools
They dont like him
The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning around
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The Woodsman In The Foundry
WHERE the trolley's rumble
Jars the bones,
He hears waves that tumble
Green-linked weed along the golden stones.
Where the crane goes clanging
Chains and bars,
He sees branches hanging
Little leaves against the laughing stars.
Where the molten metals
Curdle bright,
He sees cherry petals
Fallen on blue violets in the night.
When the glow is leaping
Redly hurled,
He sees roses sleeping,
Forest-roses in a windy world.
poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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Dearth Demise
Satiety help me I have inhabit
of this world. Extant upon its designs
to be more aimlessly fluttering at
the window, to shadow all the patterns
it offers each sun. In frames far as eye
I draw my words towards a juggler's shards
as if our fallings-down our deaths occurred
but did not involve a lot of colloquialized
arm movements, the body language throws. Thus
the shape of your silence when it speaks me
is different than mine in saying you,
though both of them resemble that spasm hymned as
repose lifepause a happen of sorts the way
the horizon's a long way without meaning to.
poem by Bill Knott
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Minding
If let them
create me, they'll
deterime my tongue
If i let them touch me
they'll rape me
If I let them resemble
me
they'll resemble a fall
poem by Aiden Murdock
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A Problem
Let none resemble another; let each resemble the highest!
How can that happen? let each be all complete in itself.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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I Keep The Head High
An eye sees everything
But the other does not…
An ear hears everything
But the other does not…
What an honest combination!
A mind sees your virtues
But the same mind sees your vices…
A heart longs for you dear,
But the same heart rejects your love near…
What a dishonest mindset it is you think!
But among the blind around,
Then among many a deaf
And the heartless beasts that surround
You have to know my dear,
I ever keep my head high.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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You are the world to me
The astronaut
is a privileged man
for he sees the world
from the height of its vantage point
above the circle of it's crystal globe
above and beyond the reach of any cloud
where the cold silence is ever so loud
he holds its blue magnificence.
In the centre of his eye
he sees the world the way it is
that is the world to an astronaut
The God of heaven
is the greatest of the universe,
he sees the world
from the pinnacle of it's stature
the world is his foot stool
inhabited by the common fool
and from higher than anyone else
he gazes upon its quiet grandeur.
In the centre of his eye
he sees the world the way it is
that is the world to God
I am a simple man
yet i consider myself the most privileged of all
for when i see you
i see the world
and i see it the way it is
simply amazing!
i see into the depth of your eyes
and behold the greatest magnificence
the most unprecedented grandeur
...you.
In the centre of my eye
...its you i see.
You are the world to me!
poem by Allen Steble
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The Tar Pit
I'm sinking, I'm sinking,
Deeper and deeper.
Hell is reaching out to me.
I'm clawing. I'm struggling.
I'm screaming nobody hears me.
Nobody sees me.
I'm sinking deeper in to depression.
Hell is calling out to me.
Voices swirl, I hear my name, .
I'm caught in a tar pit.
Sinking to my knees.
Nobody sees. Faces mock me,
I close my eyes;
I hear the devil's roar.
I'm sinking. I'm sinking.
In to depression
I'm sinking fast.
My time has come.
Hell beckons, Hell's calling.
I can see flames.I can feel the fire.
My Body is trapped.
There's no escape,
The tar laps at my knees.
I'm sinking just sinking.
He's dragging me away.
I'm clawing. I'm struggling.
I'm screaming.
Nobody hears me.
Nobody sees me.
Im stuck in the tar pitt.
Please pull me out
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Bears No ill Will
The eye bears no ill will
And the ear no evil intentions
These the heart alone bears.
The eye sees what it sees
And the ear what it hears
And without prejudice
The mind analyzes
And the heart judges
Afterwards, the eye, the ear
They learn to discriminate
poem by Oyekake Satty Joshua
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Princess, Orphan and The Cobbler's Daughter
On the dancing floor
He sees his skinny figure
Under the dim lights
In front of a mirror
And he scared of the fast beat
Because of his broken shoes!
In the semi darkness
He tries to slip away from the hall
But the princess never release her hand?
And he thinks how a princess loves an orphan
Unless in a dream?
But he's happy at least a dance with a princess
Though it's a dream?
In the morning when he enters the cobbler's slum
To mend his shoes, he sees his beautiful daughter
O that face resembles the last night's princess!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The End of the World
Here, at the end of the world,
the flowers bleed
as if they were hearts,
the hearts ooze a darkness
like india ink,
& poets dip their pens in
& they write.
"Here, at the end of the world,"
they write,
not knowing what it means.
"Here, where the sky nurses on black milk,
where the smokestack feed the sky,
where the trees tremble in terror
& people come to resemble them. . . . "
Here, at the end of the world,
the poets are bleeding.
Writing & bleeding
are thought to be the same;
singing & bleeding
are thought to be the same.
Write us a letter!
Send us a parcel of food!
Comfort us with proverbs or candied fruit,
with talk of one God.
Distract us with theories of art
no one can prove.
Here at the end of the world
our heads are empty,
& the wind walks through them
like ghosts
through a haunted house.
poem by Erica Jong
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Famous
Famous
What in this world
Feel so alive
Makes us then breaks us
Then helps us survive
Buries our hopes then revives our desire to succeed
Or our greed
Who in this World
Sees when i cry
Throws me then shows me
That i'm justified
Measure my worth then decide that i'm not what
they need
They've agreed
Where in this world can i hide
where can i find
Someone that sees me inside
To confide
How in this world
Can i go on
Wondering if you'll think of me when i'm gone
Shielding my eyes from the pitiless light of the glare
Should you care
When in this world
is it enough
i never thought it could be quite this rough
Living my life as if millions of people don't stare
they're not there
Why should i have to defend or deride
Most of the rules of the game
i've defied
Though it's been hard on my pride
It's been one hell of a ride
Curiously
I didn't set out to be
Famous
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Eyes Waterfalling
Let me out to play
Let me find a way - to be
Let me feel the sun
Life has just begun for me
Eyes waterfalling, a world full of tears
Eyes waterfalling, but nobody hears
Laughter all around
Its lonely looking down - from here
Fuel my shallow pride
And teach me how to hide my fear
Eyes waterfalling, a world full of tears
Eyes waterfalling, but nobody hears
Theyve got control of my life
I cant break away
Theyve shaped my destiny
No use the boy in me
I go to join my friend
Hell bring me joy again
Eyes waterfalling, a world full of tears
Eyes waterfalling, but nobody hears
I lost control in the night
And drifted away
Eyes waterfalling, a world full of tears
Eyes waterfalling, but nobody hears
song performed by by Level 42
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A film goes through so many hands, that by the time it's done, it might not resemble what you thought you were making.
quote by Ryan Phillippe
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I've thought a lot about the world and how George Bush sees the world and it ain't even close.
quote by Dick Gephardt
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Hide nothing, for time, which sees all and hears all, exposes all.
The wise man speaks of what he sees, the idiot of what he hears.
The City With Eyes
The city with eyes
Sees everything,
City with eyes
Hears everything
Feels everything
The city with eyes
Sees people living on the rough side of the streets
Sees people eating crumbs from the floor
Sees people with ripped clothes and no shoes
Watching other people wearing lubatones walking past
It cries not one but millions of tears
For them
Tears which touch every one
Which soaks everything
Rain, they call it.
The city with eyes
Watching
What has happened to my city?
It cries with sorrow
The city with eyes
Feels the sadness
Of those in need, sad, hurt, …
Watching what was happy
To what is sad know
Unconnected Thought
Words wrapped around,
There is no meaning.
Voices lost to the ether,
The electric hum on the net.
No one sees or hears.
Voices drown in the clamour
Of the me firsts, the I's, the me's.
In this democracy of self
No one listens, takes time.
Words need welding,
To be fashioned honed
So that their meaning shines.
Not the endless repetitious babble
Of the unconnected thought.
poem by Paul Brookes
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