Great Mind
Is it feasible
When I babble
That I fanned fair
Alphabets at random in the air
And they came to caper
And settled on paper
In the form of the Muse—
A poem to use?
When even for this work of a dot
There exists a mind of sort
Is it tangible
To say ‘tis a gamble
That the stars in ether
At a random chance did appear
The Universe, Galaxies and Cosmos
All formed on their own from a mass?
Can I thus pronounce
And the Great Mind denounce?
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Draanen
She wants to know more about this boy,
He wants to know more about this girl,
And like what is seen around us in the name of modern society!
But i am Draanen in the land of joy.
A random love,
A random poem,
A random story,
A random muse,
And like the joy of your heart!
But falling in love is part of us on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Honourable Poet
Tender, render, end, deer, ten, net, den, rent;
The Honourable Poet is closer to you than ever!
And with the mind to write and to move on,
Because the beautiful flowers around are like the peace of love.
Chamber, amber, charm, arm, am, ham, car, bam, bear, bare, are, ear, crab;
And at a random with the sweet aroma of your muse! !
But be ready for my love in the morning.
Random, ran, and, Dan, an, no, do, on, man, mar, am, ram, dam, Mona, moan, roam;
And like the first one,
But the Honourable Poet is closer to you than ever.
On the right hand,
On the left hand,
On the right leg,
On the left leg,
On the right thigh,
On the left thigh,
And like a cake of bread day and night;
But she stood in front of him naked like a flying insect!
And a male goat came around to respect her muse.
Of the great piece of wisdom and a deep sense of respect for learned people like you,
And like the mind which writes to satisfy the muse of humanity;
But the Honourable Poet is closer to you than ever,
For this world is all about us to help shape things for the better.
Blink, link, pink, sink, mink, wink, chink, dink, jink, gink, think, fink;
At a random with the sweet aroma of your muse,
But this poem is like the fish of the sea.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Galaxies
the galaxies drift
the stars are swimming in the ocean
of space
it is dark but all the planets are feeling confident
there are laws to follow
there will be no collisions
the big bang was so terrible
some stars explode
on the other hand another galaxy is born
somewhere in space
all these
meteors and stars and earths
paradise
in random chaos
we must all know
is still the best poem
ever
you see? the stars over there
they are twinkling
they agree and do not question
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Period Doubling Route to Chaos
It starts somewhere at x and moves to y,
Zigzagging like a random, fleeting z,
While in my heart it seems to multiply
And run away toward infinity.
It starts like some equation in a dream
That sums up all the things I feel in me-
This sky, this night, this moon-all somehow seem
To resonate in perfect symmetry.
This nightclub, where I come to spend my time
And contemplate the female form disrobed
Before the cheering throng of horny guys,
Where I still find a certain glimpse of hope-
A random spark that fuels my fantasy...
And when it's over, all the drunks return
To their dull and unfulfilling lives,
Yet in my mind and heart it twists and turns-
That random switch that's keeping me alive.
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Particle Wave Reality (Revised)
Solidity is perception of electric
biochemical signals, frequencies
received by physical senses, the
mind weaves these into realities
as beautiful illusions
Energy of consciousness creates
the Universe - projecting through
interference patterns of random
energy-waves
We and all that we perceive, are
manifesting the Consciousness
which created this Universe; we
are Consciousness that always
is, never gained or lost, only
changing form
We are Infinite Consciousness
held in receptacle particles that
began as endless possibilities
formed by patterns in wave-
interference-patterns
We apply conscious energy like a
shining light on holographic three-
dimensional images to fix particles
in time and space and thus create
our illusionary Universe
[Summary of article on the Internet:
http: //www.bibliotecapleyades.net/
ciencia/ciencia_ quantum09.htm]
[ORIGINAL]
Solid ity is the brain’s perception of
biochemical and electrical signal
frequencies received by our physical
senses – which the mind weaves
beautifully into illusions of reality
It is energy of consciousness which
creates The Universe, projecting
through interference patterns of
random energy-waves
We, and all we perceive, are the
manifestations of consciousness
which created this – our Universe;
we ARE in fact consciousness that
always is, is never gained or lost,
that only changes form
We’re part of Infinite Consciousness
while physical form is a receptacle,
particles which began as infinite
possibilities in wave-interference-patterns
When conscious energy is applied
like shining light on a three-dimensional
holographic image, the particles become
fixed in time and space to create the
illusion which we call The Universe
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Random Encounters
Random encounters…
Chance meetings
Life changers
Unexpected greetings
Interrupters of life
Uncaring guests
Random encounters
At their very best
Devices of change
Creators of strife
Random encounters are…
The spice of life
poem by David Whalen
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Poem.
I do not like the silly poem,
I do not like the angsty poem,
I do not like the ridiculous poem,
I do not like the damned poem,
I do not like the cheesy poem,
I do not like the random poem,
Or the epic poem,
Or the dandy poem,
Or the long poem,
Or the short poem,
Or the stupid poem,
Or the rude poem,
Or the useless poem,
Or the wordless poem,
Or the poem poem,
Or the poem poem's daughter,
Or the word, Poem,
I like the story.
poem by Aisha Patterson
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Poem.
I do not like the silly poem,
I do not like the angsty poem,
I do not like the ridiculous poem,
I do not like the damned poem,
I do not like the cheesy poem,
I do not like the random poem,
Or the epic poem,
Or the dandy poem,
Or the long poem,
Or the short poem,
Or the stupid poem,
Or the rude poem,
Or the useless poem,
Or the wordless poem,
Or the poem poem,
Or the poem poem's daughter,
Or the word, Poem,
I like the story.
poem by David Carter
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A Random Poem
This is a random poem
if you are reading it you are an idoit
This is a random poem
if you are reading it you are an idoit
This is a random poem
if you are reading it you are an idoit
This is a random poem
if you are reading it you are an idoit
This is a random poem
if you are reading it you are an idoit
This is a random poem
if you are reading it you are an idoit
poem by Yo Moma Johnson
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Spatula City
Announcer: theres just one place to go for all of your spatula needs
Random voice #1: spatula city
Random voice #2: spatula city
Announcer:
A giant warehouse of spatulas for every occasion. thousands to choose from in every shape, size, and color. and because we eliminate the middle man, we can sell all our spatulas factory direct t
. where do you go if you want to buy name brand spatulas at a fraction of retail cost?
Random voice: spatula city
Random voice: spatula city
Announcer:
And this weekend only, take advantage of our special liquidation sale. buy nine spatulas, get the tenth one for just one penny. dont forget, they make great christmas presents. and what better
O say I love you. than with the gift of a spatula?
Random voice: spatula city
Random voice: spatula city
Sy greenblum:
Hello, this is sy greenblum, president of spatula city. I liked their spatulas so much, I bought the company.
Announcer:
Spatula city - seven locations; were in the yellow pages under spatulas.
Neighbor: my, where did you get that lovely spatula?
Singers: spatula city: we sell apatulas, and thats all
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Great Wonder Nature Is!
Sky, sea, mountains, falls, rivers, forests and fields;
Trees, leaves, flowers, fruits, bees, flies and birds;
Fish, reptiles, animals and men form living beings.
They are all creations of Nature created by God;
Naturally no doubt a great wonder Nature is ever!
Of all the beings man only has advanced by mind
And he feels a separate entity away from Nature
Due to attachment to body, matter and mind ever!
Galaxies, stars, planets and moon are boon of universe;
All pervading spirit is acting everything everywhere;
Nature is the matter It has created to do all wonders!
Man controls energy to do mechanical work by machines;
With materials he does all what is not naturally possible;
Yet, Nature’s wonders he cannot achieve by art or science!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Here Only Image Plays Like Puppet!
Diving deep into own,
eyes learn to look into far,
beyond the horizon into cosmos,
matter from several galaxies,
light from several stars,
filtered by earth and air
keep you alive here,
several celestial bodies,
working silently to fill breath in your life,
look your form is in cosmos,
here only image plays like puppet,
for the divine unknown, working!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Young Years Of Kiwi Dragons
Weet-Bix and Marmite grows
into Kiwi friends Kiwi beers
great legendary Kiwi Years
“Our wings were flying in the sun....
Dreaming of a wind that would make us sail....
We had the moon and sun behind us....”
there were no horizons that could bind us
no stars galaxies big enough to swallow us
no supernovae in cosmos could out shine us
we burned super stars movers shaking our universe
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Piano Tunes
For Hsia Jung Chang
I met you only accidentally
In the cold ether of cyberspace
But perhaps it was not
A random chance event
A lordless accident
Occurring in a disheveled chaos
Perhaps it had to happen
Through the hidden harmonies
that bond sentient souls
To the boned cosmos
Because as you emailed
This stranger later
You needed the words
Reverberating
With the music of the spheres
I imagine your fingers waving
Touching gently the keyboard
and they bring alive
Magic tunes of Chopin
Born out of the aloof stillness
Of silent notes
The miracle of the sound of heaven
Right here on a forlorn planet
Called earth.
poem by Paul Hartal
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0020 Bliss
After that first photo-flash in mind
that signalled that there beyond where, might be
a poem waiting to be formed;
and there followed, that strange mixture in the mind
of awe, surrender, thrill, and wonderment;
and as the mind, now as obedient servant
beyond the asking, brought the building stuff
for this new, strange construction (though not, I noted,
in the order that these would be used) –
after all this, and the poem now on paper,
I walked to the front door; and stood; and looked;
looked like a child looks, and expects to look,
seeing the world as gift; as ever fresh;
no thought, no wish, the mind drained, grateful, of all thought
except the awareness of just – being allowed to be –
as the impressions flooded in, the senses sensed,
watched, as all the – all – passed through
without a judgment needed, made;
and that portion of my mind
now free to think or not to think,
superb in that peace that comes with freedom,
made the connection which
was not intellect, but knowledge –
pure knowledge which was
almost silent, wordless worship of that 'that'
which is beyond name and form, yet known -
'this, this, is bliss itself; this present self is bliss'.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Reading Bukowski's Poem.
You ran your finger
along the spine
of books on your bookshelf
and took down
Betting on the Muse
by Charles Bukowski
and opened it
at random
reading the stories
and poem after poem
then having
nothing better to do
you got to page 292
and a poem titled
the good soul
and laughed out loud
like a dog barking
in dead of night
and your shoulders shook
and your wife said
What's so funny?
and you said
Oh just words
and she turned over
and back to sleep
and you put down
the book
beside the bed
and turned out
the light
laughing at the poem
inside your head.
poem by Terry Collett
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Topsy-Turvy
We are fantasies come alive
manifestations of consciousness
realizations of ideas and visions
the universe is one interpretation
of innumerable alternatives, more
than 99 per cent of the measurable
content of our physical dimension is
invisible dark matter, the demonstrable
effect of invisible energy – all mass is
solidified power to be released
when required
Trying to turn this topsy-turvy, arguing
the material universe came first leads
to insoluble conundrums – logic and
planning are part of my assumptions,
I do not visualise hit-and-run attempts
until random hits start to form patterns,
it is irrational and contrary to common
sense, I subscribe to the spiritual theory
that awareness came first and the rest of
the universe has been created to learn to
deal with experience…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Random numbers should not be generated by a method chosen at random.
quote by Donald Knuth (1981)
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O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
quote by Walter Scott
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A blind man can make art if what is in his mind can be passed to another mind in some tangible form.
quote by Sol LeWitt
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