Lesson
Our love has chosen its appropriate gesture
Which when viewed in the midst of all the gestures
It didn't choose seems almost insignificant.
The gesture our love has chosen is appropriate
We both agree not that we have any choice but
Amidst all those others does seem insignificant.
Is it incumbent on us thus to therefore obliterate
All of the gestures except this insignificant one
Chosen by our love for its own no doubt reasons.
It is up to us to obliterate all other gestures
Though they cluster round thick as presentations
Of war and sacrifice in a gradeschool classroom.
Use of our love's chosen gesture for the obliteration
Of all those foreign gestures is forbidden however
We must find something else to erase them with.
Our love has chosen its appropriate gesture
Which when viewed in the absence of all other gestures
Seems to spell the opposite of insignificant.
poem by Bill Knott
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Chant....
Love chooses
a posture and
when it has
chosen it submits
a position
paper with all
its arguments like
pillars and walls
and beams of the
house of
gods when all else
do not matter except
this one most
valued by you
disregarding what
words are there
uttered by your
greater minds
grating over such
possibility of
obliteration but
the voice speaks
and the gesture lays
upon itself a
poise of the hands
and
the die is cast
finally
no regrets this
time
it is all yours
in
that kiss and
making
love redeeming
itself upon itself
standing by
the reasons of its
own
time like the heart
stubborn upon
a mere
emotion.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Many Are Called
Many are called, dear heart, to happiness,
But few are chosen, even for a wild short year.
Love calls us from our sleep, and we make stress
To rise and greet him in a world austere
With a sweet dawn, while blithe as chanticleer
He carols his brave message, and we loosen
The shutters of our grief to find him near.
Many are called by Love, but few are chosen.
Love's voice is truth. He speaks his messages
In tones we dare not doubt, and we give ear
As to a prophet of our wilderness,
The glorious lord of a new hemisphere.
And we run, we too, glorious, without fear,
Like children on bright ice too thinly frozen,
Gay to our doom. Ah me! The plunge was sheer.
Many are called by Love, but few are chosen.
Love chooses whom he will to ban or bless.
My fate was a wild shepherd's on the drear
Plains of wan hope, whose one--time shepherdess
Was lost even in the winning, and whose cheer
Has since been of the yellow leaf and sere,
(Scorned is the rose--tree Time finds no last rose on)
And silence claims him and the end is near.
Many are called by Love, but few are chosen.
Queen of my life! I do not love you less
Because you choose not me to cast your woes on.
It is enough for me you once said ``Yes.''
Many are called by Love, but few are chosen.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Holy War
If you will adore me
Bow before me and praise my name
If you place no god before me
Then all I have is yours to claim
And if God is in the heavens
Why did God let children die
If you don't ask these questions
There is no reasons why
We are chosen
We are one
We are frightened of no one
And no one will win this war
This is the way
This is the law
All the visions shown before you
All the kingdoms and the thrones
All are yours if you bow before me and adore me
All this you can own
There are those that will go to Heaven
There are those that will never win
No one knows what will happen
There are those that turn to sin
We are chosen
We are one
We are frightened of no one
And no one will win this war
This is the way
This is the law
(Solo)
We are chosen
We are one
We are frightened of no one
And no one will win this war
This is the way
This is the law
We are chosen
The devil is in hell with the demons
This is the Holy War
They lead us to our temptation
Lead us, take our souls
There is no evil in salvation
There is evil in us all
Just as Satan tempted Jesus
And Jesus slips and falls
He is a station on The Cross now
He is dying to save us all
We are chosen
We are one
We are frightened of no one
And no one will win this war
This is the way
This is the law
We are chosen
We are one
We are frightened of no one
And no one will win this war
This is the way
This is the law
We are chosen
We are one
We are frightened of no one
And no one will win this war
This is the way-
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Without Knowing One's Experience
Choosing to be in one's place,
Is a choice that one has made.
To regard one's decision as insignificant,
Without knowing one's experience...
Jeopardizes the one passing the judgement.
One may elect to find one's own environment,
An island of waste.
But to believe those that reside within it,
Have no influence...
Is a major mistake one makes!
And those who do this to wonder,
Why stagnation has visited upon them...
Should look no further,
Than the words they have chosen...
To verbally abuse people they dislike,
For reasons they can not describe to make sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Birth Of Food
The birth of a biscuit combines my mind with my body,
Hardening the soul, hardening the mighty heart;
May hearts collide in innocent gestures,
Love has been tasted by the birth of an ingredient of love.
Mighty remembrance has been loved and liked,
Gestures of a table combine with the mighty arms and legs.
The biscuits and dishes and fishes work on their own,
Finding a concept of philosophy and knowledge.
This is the birth of food and cookery,
That chefs may discover in their youth.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Holy War
If you will adore me
Bow before me and praise my name
If you place no God before me
Then all I have is yours to claim
And if God is in the heavens
Why did God let children die
If you dont ask these questions
There is no reasons why
We are chosen
We are one
We are frightened of no one
And no one will win this war
This is the way
This is the law
All the visions shown before you
All the kingdoms and the thrones
All are yours if you bow before me and adore me
All this you can own
There are those that will go to heaven
There are those that will never win
No one knows what will happen
There are those that turn to sin
We are chosen
We are one
We are frightened of no one
And no one will win this war
This is the way
This is the law
(solo)
We are chosen
We are one
We are frightened of no one
And no one will win this war
This is the way
This is the law
We are chosen
The devil is in hell with the demons
This is the holy war
They lead us to our temptation
Lead us, take our souls
There is no evil in salvation
There is evil in us all
Just as satan tempted jesus
And jesus slips and falls
He is a station on the cross now
He is dying to save us all
We are chosen
We are one
We are frightened of no one
And no one will win this war
This is the way
This is the law
We are chosen
We are one
We are frightened of no one
And no one will win this war
This is the way
This is the law
We are chosen
We are one
We are frightened of no one
And no one will win this war
This is the way
This is the law
We are chosen
We are one
We are frightened of no one
And no one will win this war
This is the way
This is the law
If God is in heaven, wont you save me now
Oh lord forgive them for what theyve done
Lost children of babylon
Oh allah oh no oh no (? )
This is the holy war
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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In Life There Is A Time (Stave Stanza Sestets)
In life there is a time to either say
on a very particular kind of day,
yes or no, to love someone or let it go,
that choice may look insignificant, even so
have consequences which bind with conviction
might be of love at a time a true depiction.
Who refuses might not be really loved,
might full of some selfishness be stuffed
and yes and no, or to live for the moment,
might sound insignificant as a measurement
of being just and true, but no contradiction
might be of love at a time a true depiction.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Curriculum
Bright sunny skies,
Shine high.
With clouds minimized!
And I know why,
Your eyes...
Are clear,
And particular!
On a flight like a kite.
Excited by height.
And delighted your life,
Has a new insight.
And I,
Enjoy this ride you find...
Particular!
That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
Those bright sunny skies,
Shine high.
With clouds minimized!
And I know why,
Your eyes...
Are clear,
And particular!
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ease Appeases With a Bit of Tease
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
Find that place,
Where you can go...
Within.
To bring outside of yourself,
A comfort shown to shine without end.
You seem to be hiding inside too much.
And not enough of you,
Is believed or known.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
First impressions,
Aren't always the best to leave.
Especially when some expect magic...
Unnatural miracles and a tap dance,
Done comfortably.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
Just be you.
You will be surprise by how enchanting,
The unseen you can be,
To dazzle others unexpectedly.
When ease appeases with a bit of tease.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
And relax.
Know ease appeases with a bit of tease.
Just be you,
To dazzle others unexpectedly.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
And...
Relax.
Know ease appeases with a bit of tease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Found To Find More Capable
If one has to be kept reminded,
Of what another has prioritized not to forget...
Perhaps the importance of what is shared,
Should be discussed with a caring done...
To determine which one,
Has enough of that left to spare.
Some people just nod their heads in agreement,
With other things on their minds...
Found to find more capable to entertain,
At selected chosen times.
And have grown accustomed to listening,
To what they regard as insignificant yet familiar noise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Is Not Blind
How can such a beautiful earth
Look so ugly up close
We treat the earth with such disgrace
That we have forced love to hide its face
Now all you hear people say is Love Is Blind
I feel like love has chosen to be blind
Due to the way we treat its breeding grounds
Love wants to only see beauty
But would prefer to be blind
Then to see all this ugly we put around it
But love is all around us
But with so much hate love has to sneak around
That’s why a lot of times when you find love
You never saw it coming
But back to the point is
Love really blind, well I say no
Love has just chosen to close its eyes
To avoid seeing all this hate that love despise
poem by Daniel Chapman
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C-ya!
Do you think for one moment,
I would stay to tolerate your mess?
Did you think my patience would last forever?
And I would let you test me without protest.
Did you think my understanding,
Was boundless for you to disrespect?
Do you really believe I was foolish enough,
To let you walk over me,
With an emphasis placed on every step?
You have chosen this way to relate.
I have chosen to exercise my own fate.
To listen and learn and know when to escape.
And you I have chosen to witness...
This exit from you that I make.
Now!
You have used up all my 'see-you-laters'...
For an exit I have chosen to do right now!
C-ya!
For you there are no 'laters' left!
They are gone.
Just as if you did not exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Behind Closed Doors.
Miss Bundlestun watches the man
Next door go down the path to his
Car open the door climb in slam the
Door look up at her and give her an
Up you gesture with his middle finger
Then drive off. She lets the curtains
Fall back in place wondering if the
Gesture was for real or just a signal of
The common lot seen too often in the
Streets below even by the young who
Pass her by with gestures of the fingers
Or spew of tongue. He plays jazz on his
Hifi loud not quite to her taste and she
Often bangs on his door and shouts her
Complaints of noise or rowdiness from
Parties held all night. Her mother says
Nothing but sits silent in her dull armchair.
There is a clinging smell of decay in the air.
She denies the factor of her mother’s death.
She sits and talks or reads the news to her
Mother’s corpse dressed in last month’s cloth
And wasting skin. She thinks her mother (as she
Used to be) resides biting her tongue within.
poem by Terry Collett
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A Kissed Hand
There was no hint that he
would take my hand
and there plant a kiss.
There was no warning
that it would tingle first
and rush to my very center;
the brush of soft lips
I think
the unusualness,
the velvety breath
those eyes of his
looking up as he placed
his mouth there lingering
which too
caused another rush
rudding my cheeks
to crimson hue.
No one kisses hands these days
but he did;
and I so suprized I almost curtised
but flummoxed instead I
placed my hand
on his adoring cheek
planting there
my own kiss;
a gesture proffered
but meantime he
took my hand
and placed it upon his other cheek-
a startling match between hand and kiss
was all it took
for romance to begin-
no matter how far any romance might go-
because in love
much is to be said for perfect beginnings
and small gestures.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Who's Endurance Test Is This
No one living who has earned to be in their right mind,
Accepts with belief...
They had been born to be dispense at their own expense,
By another who has druthers to use them.
And disregards the act of it as insignificant.
If someone chooses to be knowingly mentally abused...
What point do they make in the wasting of time complaining?
Who's endurance test is this?
The one pretending to listen and comprehend with patience?
Or...
The one who hears but has clearly chosen to run away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Have Chosen
I have chosen your face to see,
the face that always beckons me
to come alive and recognize
all the desire inside your eyes.
I have chosen your hands to be
the hands I'll always want on me.
I come alive with every touch.
These hands have come to mean so much.
I have chosen your heart, my love
to be the heart that is just made of
all the beats that say to me
'I am beating just for thee.'
And all my choices in this life I live
have gifted me and will always give
pleasures beyond the realm of real
because of how they make me feel.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Somehow, Someday
So the blue bird will fly oer the world and the stars
In the moonlight we prays for forgiveness thats ours
Only now can she rest from the singing of songs
And the freedom of love
Chances are when you give the love you have
You will find it coming right back
Giving into the love
You know its right
Its a feeling youll long remember
Hearts will be chosen
Somehow
Someday
Hearts will be chosen
Sailing into the dreams of what could be
Reaching out for some form of contact
Waiting for the one you know is right
All youre needing to do
Surrender
Someday
Hearts will be chosen
Somehow
Someday
Hearts will be chosen
So many times on the clouds of forgiveness
We walk through the country and feel so at ease
A gentle reminder how things really are
In the homelands of love
Face to face with the one you really love
Moving forward down the right track
Chances are when you give all that you have
You will find it flooding right back
Someday
Hearts will be chosen
Somehow
Someday
Hearts will be chosen
Oer the green mountains and oer the green valleys
The bluebird of faith sails far off to the shore
She sleeps on the breeze of the coming of love
For the homelands of ireland
So many times on the clouds of forgiveness
We walk through the country and feel so at ease
A gentle reminder how things really are
In the homelands of love
So the blue bird will fly oer the world and the stars
In the moonlight she prays for forgiveness thats ours
Only now can she rest from the singing of songs
And the freedom of love
song performed by by Yes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Somehow, Someday
So the blue bird will fly oer the world and the stars
In the moonlight we prays for forgiveness thats ours
Only now can she rest from the singing of songs
And the freedom of love
Chances are when you give the love you have
You will find it coming right back
Giving into the love
You know its right
Its a feeling youll long remember
Hearts will be chosen
Somehow
Someday
Hearts will be chosen
Sailing into the dreams of what could be
Reaching out for some form of contact
Waiting for the one you know is right
All youre needing to do
Surrender
Someday
Hearts will be chosen
Somehow
Someday
Hearts will be chosen
So many times on the clouds of forgiveness
We walk through the country and feel so at ease
A gentle reminder how things really are
In the homelands of love
Face to face with the one you really love
Moving forward down the right track
Chances are when you give all that you have
You will find it flooding right back
Someday
Hearts will be chosen
Somehow
Someday
Hearts will be chosen
Oer the green mountains and oer the green valleys
The bluebird of faith sails far off to the shore
She sleeps on the breeze of the coming of love
For the homelands of ireland
So many times on the clouds of forgiveness
We walk through the country and feel so at ease
A gentle reminder how things really are
In the homelands of love
So the blue bird will fly oer the world and the stars
In the moonlight she prays for forgiveness thats ours
Only now can she rest from the singing of songs
And the freedom of love
song performed by by Yes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Gesture Of Happiness
GESTURE OF HAPPINESS
Gesture of happiness is not a crime,
so always spread happiness,
happiness is our birth right,
drive away all the tensions,
if you are engulfed in sadness,
try to find an excuse of happiness,
gesture of happiness
poem by Dr. Ram Sharma
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The bait
Your sweet gestures are like bait
How long shall I have to wait?
I can hear you sing like a bird
I want to catch you but it's hard
You fly away to another tree
Do you love me is a mystery
I love you but I am afraid
You are like a pretty mermaid
If I say I love you baby
You may disappear in the sea
So I crave and wait for you to say
I love you from the very first day
poem by Asif Andalib
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