Meaning...
Everything but the spoken word
is aware of its existence:
vegetation, rivers, the stars;
they are centered on nothing else.
They, all, comprise the universe.
Even this imprudent poet
lives it in part, less dignified
within it save benighted
freedom of my talkative mind.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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The Universe Writes A Poem
The universe is a poet.
She looked at him
with a forgiving smile.
How would you know that?
Well, the credo flows
from the unity
of the knower and the known,
he said.
Besides,
symmetry involves reciprocity.
And the holographic qualities
of the cosmos imply
that just as the poet
is part of the universe,
the universe is part
of the poet, too.
So, when a poet writes a poem
the universe writes its own.
poem by Paul Hartal
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No poet will ever take the written word as a substitute for the spoken word; he knows that it is on the spoken word, and the spoken word only, that his art is founded.
quote by Lascelles Abercrombie
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Eloquence Of Truth
Coming from our experience,
Made of uniqueness,
Truth is the mankind option,
Seeking the truth is a matter of life.
Spoken words are coming to our lives,
Touching us with the essence or the poisson of the content,
After each true word or lie we've hear,
We get sensitized in our hearts and never same again.
Each word will have in us a tremenduous echo,
Each word will make us happy or sad,
True words or lies are part from our existence,
But the most important is the eloquence of truth.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Today... 'The Word
Word of love and the Word made flesh
Word incarnate forever blessed
Word of life and the Word of light
Word of power and Word of might.
Word that was spoken, Word of the Lord
Word of the Law and the Word of God
Word of peace and Word eternal
Word of truth and last Word of all.
Word of wisdom and the Word of healing
Word from heaven, a Word so appealing
Word fulfilling the Word of prophecy
Word of the Spirit and Word of destiny.
Word of exhortation and Word of grace
Word of encouragement and Word of faith
Word of promise and a Word of insight
Word from the beginning and Word of delight.
Word of knowledge and a Word of boldness
Word of peace and the Word of righteousness
Word of the covenant and Word of love
Word of the Father from heaven above.
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You are my
You are my talkative friend
You are my talkative guide
You are my talkative philosopher
You are my talkative God
I pray please stay with me
Please stay and you are here
All day to come.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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This Creation
The whole goal of this world
Enters the mind of columns;
A universe has begun to resume,
So time is tempting us when we are old.
The telling of a statement by the creator
Of the universe is entering the soul
So that life begins to unfold,
Beauty is entering fully in our lives.
The sport of the stars in this creation
Sorts our southern and northern roofs;
The seas of the moon enter once again,
Rivers from the creator entice me.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Astronaut's Song
Beauty is the freedom of the universe at bay,
Beauty is tranquility, which never compensates!
Freedom is, as freedom does, as freedom rings today,
The greatest sound, which space surrounds my senses I obey!
To soar beyond the distant here, I follow life’s template,
As twilight stars extend beyond this century’s domain!
O mother universe, mother universe, I cherish your array,
In which I adore your presence, more than reality’s dream!
poem by Charles Lobaito
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The Rivers of a Poet
The Rivers of the Poet
The verses of the poet
vary from the rivers
though they also flow
while circulating inside
until materializing
in words and verses
that others can see.
The poet’s soul communions
with the exterior world
and flows like the rivers
with each inspiration.
The rivers of the poet
do dry inside of him
as he writes,
but it is forever
that they flow in written form
upon the sheets of paper.
That is how
the rivers of the poet
leave and manage to stay
until another river
appears and flows
with another inspiration.
poem by Juan Antonio Rodriguez
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Freedom is walking
It is spoken man is born equal and free
To a degree the world disagrees
Some foresee what others cannot see
Freedom is walking away with glee
We have a right to Christmas with a tree
We have a right to enjoy a shopping spree
We have a right to travel the land and the sea
We have the right to an educational degree
Stop the silly talking
Whilst Freedom is walking
Freedom is not a jubilee
Freedom is not a guarantee
Who says Freedom is free?
It is spoken man is free of thought
Without the need to fear higher courts
Some have spoken and finally resorted
To hide their thoughts from being reported
We have a right to a chosen culture
We have a right not to be tortured
We have a right to nationality and security
We have a right to be part of a minority
Stop the silly talking
Whilst Freedom is walking
Freedom is not part of community
Freedom is never an informality
Who says Freedom is immunity?
We want opinion without distinction
We want a world without discrimination
We want a kingdom of utter freedom
We want it in all shapes and form
Stop the silly talking
Whilst Freedom is walking
Stop the silly talking
Whilst Freedom is mocking
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Centered
My inner light and my inner darkness.
My positive and my negative.
In the center, my neutral or balance.
My peace, will not allow my scale to tip.
Too positive, taken advantage of.
Too negative, taking advantage of.
Mind full of others, or mindless.
Full of myself and void of others.
Full of others and void of myself.
Minding my business or another's.
Apathy or arrogance.
Not centered.
But self centered, the center of attention, the center of the universe.
If others are my universe, then I don't know who I am.
I am lost.
I find myself.
I create my universe.
If I worry about where I have been, or where I am going,
Then I cannot just be.
A creation with too many directions.
What I became, is first,
What I become, is last,
What I be, is now.
Which is all I truly only have.
Where I have been,
Where I am going.
Is the end of where I was.
The beginning of where I will be.
And the revelation of where I am at.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Our Universe
A penny for your thoughts
so the saying goes,
you can have all mine
and they won’t cost you a red cent.
At night, we look at the stars
dotted across the heavens
wondering if anything
lives way out there.
We have no way of knowing
who or what lives out there
or does existence
only revolve around us.
We can only wonder
within our thought,
keeping our fingers crossed
that we are not just a lonely planet
within our universe.
29 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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We all need love
We all need love,
We all need love,
OH! love is so strong a Word,
It create's another world and a feeling,
It is like life,
It is another deeper word,
It Inspire's even the poet artistic value,
We all need love,
It integrate's Humane,
We all need love,
It can be part of great Existence,
We all form love from inert that we may get a passion for all that done,
We all need love,
It can reduce depression,
It can make racism go down,
It can make us come together,
IT INTEGRATES human heart and mind,
We all need love,
Even in spirituality,
We all need love.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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I Will Return
i will return...
when the wars have ended.
when the hungry have been fed,
and no one is left homeless.
when the tears of man,
are but tears of joy.
when every word spoken,
be a bridge, a lantern, a hand!
when the seeds i have planted
are ready for harvest.
and the smallest twig
becomes the tree that gives shade.
when the fire is restored
from an old man's ashes.
and time begins again
with a man and a woman...
when all that lives
is spoken into existence...
when you let down your hair,
and open the door...
i will return!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Today... 'The Creator of heaven and earth
Each sub atomic particle
sprang into being at your call.
You formed the greatest galaxy
when You spoke the words 'Let there be'
All things You have created Lord
by Your powerful spoken word.
In You all things are kept in harmony
Without You Lord, nothing would be.
Creator of the universe
Your creation is so diverse
Things immeasurable to man
are measured by You in a span
In this scale of diversity
such smallness and immensity.
Somewhere in between them fits man
who is central in Your great plan.
When You created man Oh Lord
it was not by Your spoken word.
Instead You knelt upon the ground
gathered the dust into a mound.
Atoms knitted together there
forming man with such tender care.
There as the lips of God met his
life then entered him with a kiss.
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0011 How Rilke might have translated Bashó on poetry
Be solitary.
Love solitude, and don’t look for poetry;
don’t seek what former poets sought;
see what is still and changeless;
see also what is changing;
be filled with the true nature of things – mountains, rivers, trees, grasses, falling blossoms, the scattering leaves,
and, yes, humanity too, its true nature –
and the universe will become your companion.
So your solitude will be full of the universe;
and you will watch, unmoved, the reality
and the vacuity of the world.
Concentrate your thoughts, in solitude,
on an object, on each object;
in this concentration,
the space between oneself and the object will disappear,
and the essential nature of the object can be perceived.
Then be quick to express it, while it lives for you;
say quickly what is in your mind;
as a woodcutter fells a tree, or
a swordsman leaps at his enemy, or
as you cut a ripe watermelon with a sharp knife,
or take a large bite at a pear;
this immediacy will be the life of your poem,
for nature will write the poem for you.
The language may be untrue;
but it will live with the truth.
You may feel that writing so quickly,
you may always fail; but pay no attention;
know no other thing than writing poetry;
let it make you penniless, if that is
what it needs, to speak itself.
Then, in your solitude,
which is so full of everything,
the poetic spirit will lead you wherever you must go,
make you a friend of nature,
and every form of existence will reveal
its individual feelings to you –
which are similar to those of men;
and all things, you will know, have their fulfilment.
In this solitude, your mind will be undistracted;
and then, enlightened by nature itself,
you may return to the world,
with a lightness of being, and poems
as light as looking
at the sandy bed of a shallow river;
as a tree untouched by the axe,
seemingly useless,
vulnerable to wind and rain,
at ease in itself.
Like a poet.
(This text is Bashó's advice to a poet. But the medieval Japanese poet and the modern European poet seem to be so close in their search for essence, for being, that some of Bashó's phrases have the same ring as Rilke's own advice to a young poet. I have tried to bring this out discreetly..)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A mind at peace, a mind centered and not focused on harming others, is stronger than any physical force in the universe.
quote by Wayne Dyer
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Our love
Our love is pure
Beyond our human horizon
And outside of time.
Our being becomes profound
And instantly expanded in the blissful infinite.
We begin to feel the deification of our souls
Because The Lord is infinite love.
We are a part of Him
Because we are His creation.
He is a part of us
Because the Holy Spirit is
A part of our mind and our spirit.
He gives us the gift of freedom.
We give Him our freedom.
It is the only way to complement Him.
We give Him our indelibly unique beliefs
And we extrapolate this awareness to our souls
We extrapolate our souls to the universe
And we extrapolate the universe to Him.
Our love becomes
A resurgence of self-esteem, a self-resurgence.
Copyright © ® Marieta Maglas. All rights reserved.
2010
poem by Marieta Maglas
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My Definition Of Freedom
what a simple word.
sweet to the lips yet costs to attain. Who amongst u is really free
Do u even know what it is to be free?
What is ur definition of freedom?
Is it being loose and giving ur body to anyone withiout consensus?
Then how do u percieve feeedom?
Is it despising morals, ethics, respect and correction?
Is that ur meaning of Freedom?
Let me break it down for u.
Freedom, my Freedom, our freedom. Freedom is knowing the extents to wich God went to save ur life but still have respect for humanity.
Freedom is knowing that u don live under law but grace and still cling to this grace.
Freedom is to know that ur records of wrongs have been erased but u still strive for perfecion.
Freedom, My Freedom, Our Freedom.
My freedom is not a vote.
My freedom is not a govt designed system and terminology but My Freedom is the son of God. My Freedom is he who overcame death.
My Freedom is he who was before the beggining began. Freedom My Freedom Our Freedom is Jesus.
poem by Mbaimbai Phathutshedzo
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Absolute Freedom
Freedom from within
Freedom to think beyond universe
Freedom from living up to other ideas or expectations
Freedom to stand against all odds
Freedom from gods will
Freedom from triumph and disaster
Freedom from democracy and aristocracy
Freedom from scams and scandals
Freedom from caste, creed and color
Freedom from meaning less dogma
Freedom from fear and hatred
Freedom from life and death
poem by Sunnieyd Inquilab
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In Your Conceit
at the height of your conceit
you even think
that the sun shines only
for you
this morning
well, i cannot blame you
you are the better
poet
in your little corner
and yes, the earth is still the
center of this universe
and all the planets. the moons and that stars
all revolve around
you
mister poet.
i know i miss the sun, and the infinite voiceless void
they too bow before your highness
dear poet.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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