Paradigm Shift Pen
murmuring brain capsulated the ideas of fine ink,
where the bright ideas poise for a golden pen, yet
tremble of the angry and joy knight of the hand
that goes to the unwilling end
why have it gone to the ink, even good ideas
landed with spoiled things, what when wrong for
only the threshold pen receives the pain; published
in an awesome paper as it tell the whole world has
gone forever until when
laughter burst, as tears fall down to the ground
and the face looks like a murmuring pin in the
middle of the night and I heard a voice of cried
sings, wondering where to go as it leaves in vain
tell now of my misery, whom I kept it long
before you came on my penny, just as what you
say I pick it up in my ink, wishing all the happening
be on the way
find my wish and spray the best, the ink is ready
to say that you are willingly Free …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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Ideas For Walls
So many things in my head, Ive always had them before
No reason to be upset, theyre just ideas for walls
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing, demanding that the nightlife be called the right life
Like putting paint on my feet & walking sideways in rows
My walls could be so complete, complete with patterns of toes
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing the left side, right side, which is the right side
Now-ideas
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
A little m for the mirror, a double u for the wall
To make things perfectly clear, a great big h in the hall
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing, demanding that the nightlife be called the right life
Is everybody confused? (no) Im making no sense at all
You want a room with a view you need ideas for walls
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing inside, outside, outside, right side
Inside, outside, which is the right side
Now -- ideas
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas
Theyre just ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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The Power of Ideas
The power of ideas are immeasurable
They are the hidden treasures which lies
Deep within each and everyone of us
When we take the time to mind them we will find
That they are more precious than diamonds
Ideas which may seem insignificant
Has tremendous power within them
They are the genesis the initiation the foundation
Of all invention and everything which
Is created by humankind
The power of ideas are immeasurable
They have got the power to move mountains
To overcome any obstacle and to make
The seemingly impossible possible
Ideas are the levers which moves and the axis
On which the world revolves
The power of ideas are immeasurable
The power of ideas...
poem by Anthony Shurland Phillander
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At Times I Have
At times I have happy ideas,
Ideas suddenly happy, in among ideas
And the words in which they naturally shake free...
After writing, I read...
What made me write that?
Where have I been to find that?
Where did that come to me from? It is better than me...
Shall we have been, in the world, at the most, pen and ink
With which somebody writes properly what we here jot?...
poem by Fernando Pessoa from The Collected Poems of Álvaro de Campos (1934)
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Poet's Heart
A poem is like a wild rose
Your ideas bloom into something as it grows
Some your ideas flow clear and beautiful like a song
And sometimes those thoughts turn into sadness about things that go wrong
But the most important things to remember is where those ideas start.
And that is from a Poet's Heart
poem by Frank Pulver
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Books won't stay banned. They won't burn. Ideas won't go to jail. In the long run of history, the censor and the inquisitor have always lost. The only sure weapon against bad ideas is better ideas. The source of better ideas is wisdom. The surest path to wisdom is a liberal education.
quote by Alfred Whitney
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These are ideas. I could say that they just came to me, but it would be more accurate to say that I went to them. Ideas - and new connections between ideas - lead you away from commonly held perceptions of reality. Ideas lead you out here. Ideas lead you into the darkness.
The need to be right all the time is the biggest bar to new ideas. It is better to have enough ideas for some of them to be wrong than to be always right by having no ideas at all.
quote by Edward De Bono
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Ideas are cheap. Always be passionate about ideas and communicating those ideas and discoveries to others in the things you make.
quote by Charles Eames
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I Could Wink No More
I could wink no more
Endless wait and more to explore
She may rush to see me
Make me feel easy and free
Things are not happening my way
She has willingly gone away
To search new poems for world
Here I shiver with fear and feel cold
Natural poets need no seclusion
The idea comes out amidst confusion
Heart cries out with pain and agony
Here comes out poem naturally
She has her own style to project
Catch fancy ideas and inject
Into fine piece from the trajectory
To flow with plot without feeling sorry
She lacks good punch
Sometimes misses out her complete lunch
When she is with me and around
Her presence is no where to be found
She may not respond to my query
Look at sky, get some answer and feel merry
She whispers sometimes' you have elegant style'
I shall catch your glimpse and write meanwhile
She is extraordinary and has beautiful face
I look at her secretly and participate in race
I get inspiration from her endless search
I paint those ideas in my poem before she finally reaches
Alas! She could take me along
I know her well and never gone wrong
But she trusts me only in day to day affair
Poetry is her exclusive domain and to some extent she is fair
I will bring her to some sense by pinching
She may feel offended as if I was clinching
Her ideas and plots very much needed
I express sorry and regret and shake head as point conceded
Does any one think that two people should not be of same quality?
Working in same field with equal zeal and capability?
I feel it as unnecessary reference and slip away
She has her own style and elegant way
She will speak with me for endless hours
Make fine gesture with sweet words while on tour
I shall fail to smile but understand her personality
She is there to stay in my life as wife and strength of morality
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Nothings Lasts Forever
i
the termites are happy
for i have chosen wood,
and learning my lesson
i use steel
the sea breeze sings
with its salt
ii
the cement may be the solution
or the asphalt
and yet my mind changes
wanting to break the hardness
of the stuff
iii
i like things that last
they say i must have the diamonds
oh! something that we cannot eat?
iv
the body turns to dust
the soul escapes
ideas even on paper
meet the burning
v
footprints on the sand
eaten by the waves
a new slate is ready
i step again and again
now i do not really mind
what prints are there
what word is spoken
what ideas grow
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ideas must be put to the test. That's why we make things, otherwise they would be no more than ideas. There is often a huge difference between an idea and its realisation. I've had what I thought were great ideas that just didn't work.
quote by Andy Goldsworthy
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Books won't stay banned. They won't burn. Ideas won't go to jail. In the long run of history, the censor and the inquisitor have always lost. The only sure weapon against bad ideas is better ideas.
quote by A. Whitney Griswold
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Ideas
Some of my best ideas come
When I least expect them
When I am without a pen to jot them down
I try to keep them in memory
But they become blurred
They become disjointed and lost
Consigned to frustration
Wanting to remember that spark
Which lit my mind into life
I sometimes find a segment of them
Those ideas which come to me
And fashion something out
Only it never looks right
It doesn’t have the feel I’d like
I guess some things are not to be
I guess I keep talking
Hoping I’d stumble across them
Some of my best ideas come
Then I least expect them
What I have learnt in my short life
Its always good to carry a pen
poem by Matthew Holloway
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What the Little Ones Do For Me...
Bright shining little eyes
Messy little toes
Dirty little fingers
With a snotty little nose.
Pure innocent hearts
With ever learning minds
Only a child are all these things you'll find.
Love that is forgiving
Love that is true
Love that loves to cuddle
Just to steal the warmth from you.
Beautiful laughter
Beautiful tears
Beautiful children
Growing beautiful years.
Questions being asked
Each day new ideas being thought
Ideas in their childish minds
That no one has ever taught.
Running around and stirring up many a mess.
All these things and more
Are what they do best.
Loving and laughing
Hugging and kissing
All these things without are what I would be missing.
poem by Raechael Woodroof
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Ideas
Before our very eyes…
Like helium balloons
Things imbued with gas rise
Like lead balloons
Bad ideas sink like a rock
Like Burst balloons
Can fall From the skies
Like trial balloons
Ideas float and undock...
before our very eyes…
poem by David Whalen
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1. One
I am trying to find my poetic rhythm.
Pen my flow of thoughts.
Words running through my mind,
Ideas running through my mind.
Incoherent, Scattered and disjointed
I am trying to make words and ideas one
Create a world of words, in this world of chaos
Words running from one end
Ideas running from one end
On a path of collision
Ideas and words unite, one
One, the beginning
One, the universal beginning
One, the number of the gods
One, my first poem
poem by Anand Dixit
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I Should Have Worded The Question Differently
Angry?
Don't be foolish.
Why would I be angry?
Of course I'm not angry.
I don't know why you would even think that of me.
Do I look like the kind that would mind,
Someone stealing my ideas and concepts...
To claim them as their own?
'To be honest...
I really wouldn't know.
Every time I've seen you,
You've had that laughing mask on...
Covering your face from the day we met.'
Well...
Maybe you are right.
I hadn't thought about that.
I should have worded the question differently.
Does my 'voice' sound as if I would be the kind,
That would mind someone stealing my ideas and concepts...
To claim them as their own?
'No not at all.
But I do wonder why,
Your fists stayed balled up the way they do?
Is that normal?
Were you born that way? '
No.
It's my way of processing thoughts.
My doctor says it is a nervous condition.
Don't let it bother you.
I'm taking medication.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You get ideas from daydreaming. You get ideas from being bored. You get ideas all the time. The only difference between writers and other people is we notice when we're doing it.
quote by Neil Gaiman
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Some Music Can Inspire
It is strange how some music
can inspire more than others
and make you write and write.
Give you ideas, which
you quickly put down on paper
and turn into beautiful things.
Sometimes it is a whole collection,
sometimes it is a single tune.
Whatever it is the more it is played
the more ideas that come to you.
It is a love affair
that can go on forever
whenever that music is played.
1 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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