The whole world is a man's birthplace.
quote by Caecilius Statius
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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yellowing marriage blanket
she wonders what
to say to him
lost virginity
every time as she sees
zip
a burst of laughter
the old pant zip works well
for her trousers
artist's new dawn
the horizon streaked with
yellow acrylic
buddha birthplace visit
the mustard fields
swirling with grace
buddha birthplace visit
the mustard fields
firing up my curiosity
infinite X - a lost Star
God and that file to help us
find the murderers
files X, XX, XXX
all the things that you
should not know
Chinese death penalty
his name on a panel
crossed with red
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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In Nature's World Nature's Wonders Do Abound
In Nature's World Nature's wonders do abound
The billions of ants that crawl around the ground
The trillions of flying things beetles, flies and bees
That buzz around the blossom laden trees.
In Nature's World the birds sing every day
And migratory waders from the Northlands far away
On the southern beaches searching for insects ten thousand miles or more
From their birthplace on the cold Artic shore.
In Nature's World a bird i often hear and see
In the Town park the black and white pee wee
With little variation in his song
Pee wee pee wee he calls out all day long.
Of Nature's World so much to learn and know
Of how the plants and flowers and grasses grow
And though many of Nature's wonders to recall
Her best kept secrets she hides from us all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Home is one's birthplace, ratified by memory.
quote by Henry Anatole Grunwald
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The accent of one's birthplace remains in the mind and in the heart as in one's speech.
quote by Francois de La Rochefoucauld
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The Rush of A Lie
Ancient mountains swept with snow,
where a dropp of water begins to flow,
is the birthplace of a small stream,
and something I would never dream.
Streams turn to rivers great,
that make sure not to be late,
that go towards swamps and bogs,
and they keep going into the fog.
Have you not yet reached the ocean,
where all the world is set in motion?
Your waters have rushed,
fed by the clouds' every flush.
You've left such beauty behind,
just for bogs and fog to find.
Your droplet has grown;
at me your lies are thrown.
poem by Soren Valentine
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The true birthplace is that wherein for the first time one looks intelligently upon oneself; my first homelands have been books, and to a lesser degree schools.
Marguerite Yourcenar in Memoirs of Hadrian
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Can any man or woman choose duties? No more that they can choose their birthplace, or their father or mother.
quote by George Eliot
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To The River Avon
Avon! why runnest thou away so fast?
Rest thee before that Chance! where repose
The bones of him whose spirit moves the world.
I have beheld thy birthplace, I have seen
Thy tiny ripples where they played amid
The golden cups and ever-waving blades.
I have seen mighty rivers, I have seen
Padus, recovered from his firy wound,
And Tiber, prouder than them all to bear
Upon his tawny bosom men who crusht
The world they trod on, heeding not the cries
Of culprit kings and nations many-tongued.
What are to me these rivers, once adorn'd
With crowns they would not wear but swept away?
Worthier art thou of worship, and I bend
My knees upon thy bank, and call thy name,
And hear, or think I hear, thy voice reply.
poem by Walter Savage Landor
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Industrial Meltdown
birthplace birthright
is entire earth sphere
global village pillage
is threat to race survival
global warming tidal
ice melt hurricane floods
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lover's Gifts XIX: It Is Written in the Book
It is written in the book that Man, when fifty, must leave the
noisy world, to go to the forest seclusion. But the poet proclaims
that the forest hermitage is only for the young. For it is the
birthplace of flowers and the haunt of birds and bees; and hidden
hooks are waiting there for the thrill of lovers' whispers. There
the moon-light, that is all one kiss for the malati flowers, has
its deep message, but those who understand it are far below fifty.
And alas, youth is inexperienced and wilful, therefore it is
but meet that the old should take charge of the household, and the
young take to the seclusion of forest shades and the severe
discipline of courting.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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For our part, we shall continue to work for the new dawn when all the Children of Abraham and their descendants are living together in the birthplace of their three great monotheistic religions, a life free from fear, a life free from want - a life in peace.
quote by King Hussein I
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Places To Inspire
There are places in this world,
that when you are there inspire
you to do things
associated with that place.
Some are artistic and others of prayer.
I have been to both
and the validity of those words I can swear.
Once I went to Knock
the most holy place in Ireland.
A place where serenity
hangs over everything.
A feeling of something beautiful
comes over you.
That you never want to leave.
Another place is Stratford,
the birthplace of the bard.
Any would be poet,
can’t help to be inspired there.
It has to be something in the air.
Words just keep forming lines in your head,
and urge you to write them down.
Therefore, you feed your compulsion
and a new poem is found.
So if you are feeling,
the need to write, but can’t.
Go to Stratford on Avon,
and change the situation around.
You will find yourself inspired,
under the eyes of the bard,
when you follow the Shakespeare way.
2 June 2007
poem by David Harris
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Love Your Starfish
To hesitate, to reel and stutter in a free fall to eat your grapes
and slow the runner you just need calm
Don't let me down I'm already down
like a rubber band pulled between two hands in a slow defiance
of when it might break then someone laughs,
all left feet and charging rhinos...
unfunny but i know no one here needs your kind of redemption
you came in waves and tired of all this celebration you milked the tree,
fed the starfish and said all is calm
You must get down I'm already down
with the whole event held within your head like old valentines,
just when do you start to fake a love for jazz and blue green oranges...
It's so hieronymus I know no one here needs your kind of redemption
How shallow ponds with the growth of decades carry on or I'll never know
on the whole, I can dig the world's offerings and with the yes parade
on hold it did not lesson me when it was said to me with the elegance
of daybreak that wherever you go take your pride, wherever you go,
there you are that was the birthplace of almost everything sold,
poetic and stoned...
song performed by by I Mother Earth
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Airspace
An obstacle results from a living of going berserk,
This is clockwork, occupation, business of brickwork.
The barriers we cross are like that for the opening,
Offering are loans and pluck, the distance of beckoning.
This journey begun, why do we bargain?
Exploration for some entails a jargon.
This jar and cup we traverse is a journey,
Drinking required an attorney.
But food and drink is beautiful as the face,
When do you like smiling with your birthplace?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Back To Normal
i will be back to normal,
they keep on saying that
those in white
and green uniforms surrounding
me in this state
of being worn out
like a blown
tire.
(must have been abnormal
for the past years,
how could i not notice that
on my twisted tongue
my boxed face and
languid hands,
whorled bones like
a prison door,)
yes, i tell them
i will be back to normal,
to a place
where i will not
be thinking much
about a birthplace
a mole in the sea
a moon on placid lake
unmoving
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Insert
birthplace
birthday
birthday presents
past and future
time shift gifts
lens care patches
fine?
fingerprint
handprint
footprint
barcode on a forehead
for an easy find
fine?
blood group
super loop
into a bird
to fly
fine?
now not walk
in accesses denied
minefields talk
fine?
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Mahjong
Each; flower must flower a flower.
Each; rock a stone a stone.
Each; necklace a link to one another
That none ever be alone.
Each rivulet wave moves forward.
Each Natterjack toad leaps…
Loudly headlong like some warlock wizard
Who for eternity creeps?
Questioning; where on earth do I belong.
Each star abode in space
Plays a game of Mahjong
Were all to collide we'd share the same birthplace.
O' for however long!
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Behind The Mask
A blank sheet of stationary
lays speechless beside a keyboard.
Scores of single letters and marks-
Inert symbols invented years
Lost to man’s recent memory.
Instruments of mental fury
And human eventemperedness.
What does fate hold in store for it?
Will it be a fiery paper
With memorable rhetoric
Or the birthplace of a poem?
Both are conceivable concepts
Yet the unsullied cellulose
Is mute waiting to be unmasked.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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The birthplace of success for each person is in his Inner-Consciousness. The Inner-Consciousness will use whatever it is given. If constructive thoughts are planted positive outcomes will be the result. Plant the seeds of failure and failure will follow. And since the only real freedom a person has is the choice of what thoughts he will feed to his Inner-Consciousness he is totally responsible for the outcomes he gets.
quote by Sidney Madwed
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Migration’s March
Drawn time now calls upon...
those free but yet not free.
Day called homeward yearning turn...
beyond most distant sea.
Home not where thou left
beloved. Time lost... Washed... Irritant...
Birthplace... dreamers forever flee.
Home hanging out place... heading off head.
Destinies pace; movement decrees;
Ultimately decisively; each resting place to be.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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