To Boris Pilnyak
Ah, don't I know that, groping in the gloom,
Night would not find its way out of the dark?
Am I monster who the millions' doom
Would shrug away for a few hundreds' luck?
Am I not measured by the Five-Year Plan?
Its falls and rises, aren't they also mine?
What shall I do, though, with my heartbeat, and
With things whose sluggishness boggles the mind?
In highest councils, in those spheres where reign
The highest passions and the strongest will,
The poet's post has been set up in vain:
It's dangerous-unless it's left unfilled.
poem by Boris Pasternak
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The highest endeavor of the mind, and the highest virtue, is to understand things by intuition.
Baruch Spinoza in The Ethics
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Only under conditions of revolutionary crises do you have the highest level of self-organization; this is the Soviet type of organization, which is to say, workers' councils, people's councils, call them what you want, popular committees.
quote by Ernest Mandel
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A Buried Man
A half moon at its highest point.
His first winter at the graveyard; the grey sky falls into
bits of ice: he may envy the lights of the rings of houses.
Strangers now carry parts of his life; nothing stopped, no place
unfilled, affection diluted by absence as
the darkness waters the night.
Buses crawl round the empty streets.
From a distant bar the sound of glasses and laughter,
warmth.
poem by Leslie Philibert
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Everything Is Going To Be Like My Plan
Duty must be fulfilled
But everything is going to be like my plan
People could lie to me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Pray may be often
But everything is going to be like my plan
Time flies uncontrolled
But everything is going to be like my plan
Destiny may not be cooperated
But everything is going to be like my plan
Other plan may ruin mine
But everything is going to be like my plan
Body is reaching the limit
But everything is going to be like my plan
The will should be strengthened
But everything is going to be like my plan
The anxiety may be doubled
But everything is going to be like my plan
Critics never disappear
But everything is going to be like my plan
Life is unfair
But everything is going to be like my plan
The way seems lost
But everything is going to be like my plan
Regret is gnawing my sense
But everything is going to be like my plan
The goal still far away
But everything is going to be like my plan
The future end may unseen
But everything is going to be like my plan
Source may not be enough
But everything is going to be like my plan
Things always change
But everything is going to be like my plan
Problem keeps occurring
But everything is going to be like my plan
World would laugh
But everything is going to be like my plan
Failure keeps happening
But everything is going to be like my plan
Memories may not help
But everything is going to be like my plan
Luck may test me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Love may not support me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Weather wants to rebel
But everything is going to be like my plan
The form may be different
But everything is going to be like my plan
Hope could fool me
But everything is going to be like my plan
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The greatest artist is he who is greatest in the highest reaches of his art, even although he may lack the qualities necessary for the adequate execution of some minor details. It is not by his faults, but by his excellences, that we measure a great man. The strength of a beam is measured by its weakest part, of a man by his strongest.
quote by George Henry Lewes
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How Many Years Have Gone By, My Friend? For David Herzberg
HOW MANY YEARS HAVE GONE BY, MY FRIEND?
(FOR DAVID HERZBERG MAYIM CHAYIM DAVID HILLEL BEN SHRAGA FEIVEL)
How many years have gone by, my friend
Without you here?
How much has happened in all spheres
With you gone?
Both your daughters
You so worried about marrying
Are married now.
You are a grandfather now, twice.
Do you know?
We are still here
So many
For whom you were the best friend of all.
We still miss you
And know
That in teaching the joy of life
In living the Torah
Of making others value themselves.-
You were the best.
Holy teacher.
Shabbos is coming soon.
I will not receive today a call of blessing from you.
But I know
In the highest of the highest of the highest worlds
God is happy talking and laughing with you
And your Holy Teacher, Shlomo also.
God bless you my friend always.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Am a Monster
I am not a man or a hero
I am a villain a monster
I am the darkness in the shadow
I am what is left in the mass after
You are no woman you're no angel
You are a slave you are a demon
You are the silence in the shell
You are the dusk creeping into the evenin'
I am a man and a hero to you
I am no villain no monstrosity
I am the lie that defines the truth
I am the strongest viscosity
You are a woman an angel to me
You are no slave no devil
You are the whisper coming from the sea
You are the crest on the highest hill
poem by Ethan Wilson
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If the highest things are unknowable, then the highest capacity or virtue of man cannot be theoretical wisdom.
quote by Leo Strauss
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Sketch of Lord Byron's Life
"Lord Byron" was an Englishman
A poet I believe,
His first works in old England
Was poorly received.
Perhaps it was "Lord Byron's" fault
And perhaps it was not.
His life was full of misfortunes,
Ah, strange was his lot.
The character of "Lord Byron"
Was of a low degree,
Caused by his reckless conduct,
And bad company.
He sprung from an ancient house,
Noble, but poor, indeed.
His career on earth, was marred
By his own misdeeds.
Generous and tender hearted,
Affectionate by extreme,
In temper he was wayward,
A poor "Lord" without means;
Ah, he was a handsome fellow
With great poetic skill,
His great intellectual powers
He could use at his will.
He was a sad child of nature,
Of fortune and of fame;
Also sad child to society,
For nothing did he gain
But slander and ridicule,
Throughout his native land.
Thus the "poet of the passions,"
Lived, unappreciated, man.
Yet at the age of 24,
"Lord Byron" then had gained
The highest, highest, pinacle
Of literary fame.
Ah, he had such violent passions
They was beyond his control,
Yet the public with its justice,
Sometimes would him extol.
Sometimes again "Lord Byron"
Was censured by the press,
Such obloquy, he could not endure,
So he done what was the best.
He left his native country,
This great unhappy man;
The only wish he had, "'tis said,"
He might die, sword in hand.
He had joined the Grecian Army;
This man of delicate frame;
And there he died in a distant land,
And left on earth his fame.
"Lord Byron's" age was 36 years,
Then closed the sad career,
Of the most celebrated "Englishman"
Of the nineteenth century.
poem by Julia A Moore
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And Thus In Nineveh
Aye! I am a poet and upon my tomb
Shall maidens scatter rose leaves
And men myrtles, ere the night
Slays day with her dark sword.
'Lo ! this thing is not mine
Nor thine to hinder,
For the custom is full old,
And here in Nineveh have I beheld
Many a singer pass and take his place
In those dim halls where no man troubleth
His sleep or song.
And many a one hath sung his songs
More craftily, more subtle-souled than I;
And many a one now doth surpass
My wave-worn beauty with his wind of flowers,
Yet am I poet, and upon my tomb
Shall all men scatter rose leaves
Ere the night slay light
With her blue sword.
‘It is not, Raana, that my song rings highest
Or more sweet in tone than any, but that I
Am here a Poet, that doth drink of life
As lesser men drink wine.’
poem by Ezra Pound
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Q & A of November,2011
what is 'democrative'?
working definition: an adjective modifying nouns of variation in a
sentence within a paragraph or verse in poetry which is a participatory
theme in a book or thesis or poem or an essay or literary genre.
ideals: the highest freedom with responsibilities, reflecting highest
independent and humanistic zone even in time of crisis.it is just
the sparking abstractions!
Sometimes questions are not to be answered but to be provocative
upon the readers.
The multi-disciplinary poet tries to fix things up hower confused they
have been through times.
I Surrender
From the highest tower, I will call you home
It's the same old story, love will find its own
You come to me, conspiracy of the night
The heart that you want just happens to be mine
Thieves in the dark, you ought to be locked in chains
But you wind up on my side, and what will be will be
That you wear a disguise, the epitome of deceit
The face of a friend invisible on the street
If you're battling to be mine, I'm victorious in defeat
And I surrender, I surrender
Anybody want me, anyone know my name
Do it in a lifetime, you be dust and the soul survives
Evens up the score
From the highest tower, I will call you home
It's the same old story, love will find its own
And I surrender, take me for all time
Love that lasts forever, I surrender
We are elite, prisoners of the night
We fight to the finish and savour the delights
It's your body that got me beat, and I'm crumbling at your feet
I surrender, I surrender
I will walk through fire, keep you safe and sound
In the final hour, turn my life around
And I surrender, take me for all time
This is my life story, I've been lost and found
In the final hour, turn my life around
And I surrender, take me for all time
Love as warm as wine, and I surrender
Take me for all time, love that lasts forever
song performed by by Bee Gees
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The Poet And The Bird
Said a people to a poet---' Go out from among us straightway!
While we are thinking earthly things, thou singest of divine.
There's a little fair brown nightingale, who, sitting in the gateways
Makes fitter music to our ears than any song of thine!'
The poet went out weeping---the nightingale ceased chanting;
'Now, wherefore, O thou nightingale, is all thy sweetness done?'
I cannot sing my earthly things, the heavenly poet wanting,
Whose highest harmony includes the lowest under sun.'
The poet went out weeping,---and died abroad, bereft there---
The bird flew to his grave and died, amid a thousand wails:---
And, when I last came by the place, I swear the music left there
Was only of the poet's song, and not the nightingale's.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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If we look at Houston, which is a very environmentally toxic place, we find that it has one of the highest levels of young men going to prison and also among the highest levels of illiteracy in the country.
quote by Danny Glover
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The Ripest Peach
The ripest peach is highest on the tree --
And so her love, beyond the reach of me,
Is dearest in my sight. Sweet breezes, bow
Her heart down to me where I worship now!
She looms aloft where every eye may see
The ripest peach is highest on the tree.
Such fruitage as her love I know, alas!
I may not reach here from the orchard grass.
I drink the sunshine showered past her lips
As roses drain the dewdrop as it drips.
The ripest peach is highest on the tree,
And so mine eyes gaze upward eagerly.
Why -- why do I not turn away in wrath
And pluck some heart here hanging in my path? --
Love's lower boughs bend with them -- but, ah me!
The ripest peach is highest on the tree!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Your Status-Quo
You thought that you are the highest sinner!
No! ! Watch around you and see what others are doing;
Then you will better choose to do the right thing.
Try to gain your life back with the love of others and,
Learn about the ways of life to gain your status-quo;
For the mirror on the wall is watching you.
Mirror, mirror on the wall;
Where is my lover in this mirror? !
For i read about her in the Newspapers and now,
I would like to meet her in person soon.
Now you better think twice for,
You are not the highest sinner on this earth!
I left my boots in the boat and,
You left your sheep in the ship;
But, we will all die one day on this earth.
You are not the highest sinner and,
You need to look around you and think;
For this life is full of sinners already.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In The Middle Of A Heartbeat
(m - weikath, l - deris)
Tell me prety girl do you know who I am?
Have you ever seen me as your friend
Anithing we have is those hungry nights
But theres so much left unsatisfied
All those little things you told me
Aint good enought to show me
That were gonna make in throught the time
I find out in the midlle of a heartbeat
And I know that Im doin right
Together were still so far apart
I find out in the midlle of a heartbeat
And the more I try to be your light
I cant get any closer to your heart
Now that Im afraid just t ask for more
Im stll waiting as I did before
If you owly sad that its not too late
We could then rely upon our fate
All those little thing you tell me
Could bear enought to show me
That were gonna make in trought the time
I find out in the midlle of a heartbeat
And I know that Im tellin right
Together were still so far apart
I find out in the midlle of a heartbeat
And the more I try to be your light
I cant get any closer to your heart
I find out, I find out
I find out in the midlle of a heartbeat
And I know that Im doin right
Together were still so far apart
I find out in the midlle of a heartbeat
And the more I try to be your light
I cant get any closer to your heart
song performed by by Helloween
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Better Luck Next Time
Black is for the nighttime
Preys upon the day
Red is for the blood that flows like rivers in our veins
Gray is for betrayal
What you did to me
White is for the blinding light
That I know Ill never see, know Ill never see
Found you in the gutter
You needed tenderness
I gave you everything I had
I gave you all my trust
Handed out so neatly
Caught me in your trap
When I needed you the most
You stab me in the back, stab me in the back
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time
If you do it once therell never be a second time
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time
Find somebody else, youre never gonna be mine
How do you find the nerve
To lie right to me face
How do you find the nerve
Black is for the nighttime
Preys upon the day
Red is for the blood that flows like rivers in our veins
I try and find excuses
For what you did to me
Cant forget that burning rage
When I wake up thinking of your face
For the blinding swiftness of revenge
That I know Ill never see, know Ill never see
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time
If you do it once therell never be a second time
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time
Find somebody else, youre never gonna be mine
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time (better luck, better luck)
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time (better luck, better luck)
How do you find the nerve
To lie right to me face
How did you find the nerve
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time (better luck, better luck)
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time (better luck, better luck)
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time (better luck, better luck)
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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I Am The One For You
Hoo
Hoo
I am the one for you.
The possibilities are endless
The number of things that you could do to me
Baby you can drive me senseless
Make me what you want me to be.
Cos' you take me to the (take me) highest mountain (take me)
Take me to (take me) the deep blue sea (take me)
You can't get enough of my kind of love
You're really doing something to me.
I am the one for you
Nothing that you or anybody else can do
Hoo
I am the one for you
Am i getting through getting through to you?
My mind's been working overtime
Thinking of ways i'm gonna get to you
Rain or shine you'll be mine
And you know it'll be soon
Cos' i'll give you (give you) love that (lovin') you never dreamed of
I'll give you (give you) that and even more(lovin')
Face up to the fact
It's time to react
You'll be giving like you never before.
I am the one for you
Nothing that you or anybody else can do
Hoo
I am the one for you
Am i getting through getting through to you?
Hoo
Hoo
Hoo
Cos' you take me to the (take me) highest mountain (take me)
Take me to (take me) the deep blue sea (take me)
You can't get enough of my kind of love
You're really doing something to me.
I am the one for you
Nothing that you or anybody else can do
Hoo
I am the one for you
Am i getting through getting through to you?
Hoo
I am the one for you
Nothing that you or anybody else can do
Hoo
I am the one for you
Am i getting through getting through to you?
Hoo
I am the one for you
Nothing that you or anybody else can do
Hoo
I am the one for you
Am i getting through getting through to you?
I am the one for you
(fade)
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Equals
One rises, one falls.
They rise and fall
the pans of the balance
fear of anger
anger at fear-
one rises, one falls.
and it's not at all clear
how things will settle, finally.
One rises, one falls.
It isn't at all clear
as it stands,
how things will approximate.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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