The Weary Philosopher
I can conceive no heav'nly bliss
More perfectly complete than this:
To sit and smoke and idly chew
Reflection's cud, with nought to do.
This is, in my pet social plan,
The right of ev'ry honest man.
I can conceive no punishment
For wicked men of evil bent,
Who cheat and lie and drink and rob,
More meet than giving them a job.
This is, to my unruffled mind,
Correction of the sternest kind.
I can conceive a world, in dreams;
A happy, restful world it seems;
A wise, well-ordered globe wherein
Men toil to expiate a sin,
While harmless and right-thinking folk
Have nought to do but sit and smoke.
I ask but to be left alone;
And let the wicked man atone
In graft for having energy
To sin against society.
For, clearly, I commit no crime,
Since I do nothing all the time.
Sins of omssion, you will see,
Don't count in my philosophy
And it is safer far to shirk,
Lest, working, one might find more work.
No man is able to foresee
The far effects of energy.
But in this thoughtless, restless age
What honor is there for the sage?
When Philistines, in manner rude,
Disturb my sleepy solitude,
Where in my peaceful bower I lurk,
And coarsely shout at me: 'Get work!'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Dreams
Dreams come in any shape or form
With a positive or negative outcome
You got to believe
In the ideas you conceive
Dreams come and go
Let your thoughts flow
You got to believe
In the ideas you conceive
Dreams can suddenly explode
From novice to advanced mode
Dreams can be boring or be fun
To be real they all need to be worked on
You got to believe
And live with the ideas you conceive
You got to believe
If you give you will eventually receive
Dreams are special
Dreams are emotional
But many a dream
Is only attained as a team
(2007)
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Look What Has Happened To Me
In the morning when I wake,
And my feet can find the floor,
I stumble down the hall,
And I open up the door,
Then I look into the mirror,
Just like I know you do.
Stopping for a moment,
I can feel my mind go through,
The boundries of time,
Back to a heart without his
Love inside.
I was more than just alone;
I was dying on my own,
Thinking that nothing was ever gonna
Save my life.
Look what has happened to me,
I find it hard to believe.
His love has taken my life
This far, so far....
Looking what has happened to me,
My mind can hardly conceive
What Im beginning to be,
Look what, look what....
When you stop and think it over,
Do you think youre doing well?
Are you getting stronger?
Can you really tell?
If youre truthful with your feelings,
Then you see theres room to grow,
Though you may have found the answer,
There is so much more to know....
More to this life.
You can never stop growing, or youll
Start to die.
I can not survive alone.
I am nothing on my own.
But seeings believing, and if you
Need to see,
Look at me.
Ahhhh....
Look what has happened to me,
I find it hard to believe.
His love has taken my life
This far, so far....
Look what has happened to me,
My mind can hardly conceive.
Look what has happened,
Look what, look what....
Look what has happened to me,
I find it hard to believe.
His love has taken my life
This far, so far....
Look what has happened to me,
My mind can hardly conceive
What Im beginning to be,
Look what, look what....
Look what has happened to me, (look what has happened to me,)
I find it hard to believe.
His love has taken my life
This far, so far....
Look what has happened to me,
My mind can hardly conceive
What Im beginning to be,
Look what, look what....
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Shadows Of Doubt
The reality of not knowing
After the curtain falls,
Breeds a fear deep inside
That runs through us all.
Selfish curiosity,
Self-made reasoning.
Is it for real, your paradise?
Or just a symptom of your mind?
Can you conceive? Can you believe?
Beyond your own shadows of doubt.
When you look into yourself
What do you see?
And do you think that what you are
Will always be?
Inner sanctuary.
Dream immortality.
Is it for real, your paradise?
Or just a symptom of your mind?
Can you conceive? Can you believe?
Beyond your own shadows of doubt.
Do you go your own way?
Or do you answer the call?
Do you cower and fear for your soul?
Or just laugh at it all.
Popular philosophy
Or plain insecurity.
Is it for real, your paradise?
Or just a symptom of your mind?
Can you conceive? Can you believe?
Beyond your own shadows of doubt
song performed by by Xentrix
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Shadows Of Doubt
The reality of not knowing
After the curtain falls,
Breeds a fear deep inside
That runs through us all.
Selfish curiosity,
Self-made reasoning.
Is it for real, your paradise?
Or just a symptom of your mind?
Can you conceive? Can you believe?
Beyond your own shadows of doubt.
When you look into yourself
What do you see?
And do you think that what you are
Will always be?
Inner sanctuary.
Dream immortality.
Is it for real, your paradise?
Or just a symptom of your mind?
Can you conceive? Can you believe?
Beyond your own shadows of doubt.
Do you go your own way?
Or do you answer the call?
Do you cower and fear for your soul?
Or just laugh at it all.
Popular philosophy
Or plain insecurity.
Is it for real, your paradise?
Or just a symptom of your mind?
Can you conceive? Can you believe?
Beyond your own shadows of doubt
song performed by by Xentrix
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Ego te absolve
When you are young then you believe
the whole world revolves about you.
Quite simply you cannot conceive
what you believe may not be true.
The whole world revolves about you
the centre of the universe.
As you so selfishly pursue
the great ambitions that you nurse.
Quite simply you cannot conceive
that other people have in their sights
far different dreams which they perceive.
As being well within their rights.
What you believe may not be true
as you mature you’re sure to learn.
The world does not exist for you.
You will receive just what you earn.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Next Year's Solution
Be more vocal
insight stoke
grow from local
go for broke.
Humour wise, kid
anyway,
from restraints rid
winning way.
Never hope fades,
great joys groom,
ideals meet grades,
all assume,
When bed beckons
in good time
sheep count reckons
dream in rhyme
Patience virtue
work out gym,
dance prefer to
closed minds grim.
Hard work calls for
rewarding rest,
ideas fresh store
in life's best.
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Next Year's Resolution
be more social
drink less coke
do my homework
never smoke
be a nice kid
every day
mind my thoughts
and what I say
have good grades
and clean my room
take a floor cloth
and a broom
go to bed
at reasonable time
be good girl
commit no crime
lose weight, look good
go to the gym
ride my bike
dance, run and swim
I will work hard
but never rest
because I wanna
be the best
oh, and less
computer games!
how can I
achieve these aims?
it's pointless even
trying to
do all those things
I cannot do!
so I'll just sit back
and relax
enjoy a soft drink
and some snacks.
after Little Ann allpoetry 4951013
(12 January 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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I can well conceive a man without hands, feet, head. But I cannot conceive man without thought; he would be a stone or a brute.
quote by Blaise Pascal
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Politics I conceive to be nothing more than the science of the ordered progress of society along the lines of greatest usefulness and convenience to itself.
quote by Woodrow Wilson
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Five Children I
Five Children I
Once helped conceive,
I watched them grow
I watched them leave,
And each one left
A wound in me,
And some left two
And some left three.
And now when I
Cry out in pain
There’s not one left
To call my name,
There’s not one left
To grieve for me
Though I wept through
Each history.
But when they grow
They may conceive,
May learn to know
What wounds we leave,
And think back on
Some long despite
When I lay staring
Late at night.
2 October 1981
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Revelations
Bless you for your anger,
Its a sign of rising energy.
(transform the energy to versatility and it will bring you prosperity)
Bless you for your sorrow,
Its a sign of vulnerability.
(transform the energy to sympathy and it will bring you love)
Bless you for your greed,
Its a sign of great capacity.
(transform the energy to giving,
Give as much as you wish to take and you will receive satisfaction)
Bless you for your jealousy,
Its a sign of empathy.
(transform the energy to admiration
And what you admire will become part of your life)
Bless you for your fear,
Its a sign of wisdom.
(transform the energy to flexibility and you will be free from what you fear)
Bless you for your search of direction.
(transform the energy to receptivity and the direction will come to you)
Bless you for the times you see evil.
(evil feeds on your support. feed not and it will self-destruct.
Shed light and it will cease to be)
Bless you for the times you feel no love.
Open your heart to life anyway
In time you will find love in you.
You are a sea of goodness,
You are a sea of love.
Bless you, bless you, bless you,
Bless you for what you are.
Count your blessings evry day for they are your protection
Which stand between you and what you wish not.
Count your curses and there will be a wall
Which stand between you and what you wish.
The world has all that you need
You have the power to attract what you wish.
Wish for health, wish for joy,
Remember, you are loved.
The world has all that you need
And you have the power to attract what you wish.
Wish for health, wish for joy,
Remember, you are loved.
I love you
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Revelations
Bless you for your anger,
Its a sign of rising energy.
(transform the energy to versatility and it will bring you prosperity)
Bless you for your sorrow,
Its a sign of vulnerability.
(transform the energy to sympathy and it will bring you love)
Bless you for your greed,
Its a sign of great capacity.
(transform the energy to giving,
Give as much as you wish to take and you will receive satisfaction)
Bless you for your jealousy,
Its a sign of empathy.
(transform the energy to admiration
And what you admire will become part of your life)
Bless you for your fear,
Its a sign of wisdom.
(transform the energy to flexibility and you will be free from what you fear)
Bless you for your search of direction.
(transform the energy to receptivity and the direction will come to you)
Bless you for the times you see evil.
(evil feeds on your support. feed not and it will self-destruct.
Shed light and it will cease to be)
Bless you for the times you feel no love.
Open your heart to life anyway
In time you will find love in you.
You are a sea of goodness,
You are a sea of love.
Bless you, bless you, bless you,
Bless you for what you are.
Count your blessings evry day for they are your protection
Which stand between you and what you wish not.
Count your curses and there will be a wall
Which stand between you and what you wish.
The world has all that you need
You have the power to attract what you wish.
Wish for health, wish for joy,
Remember, you are loved.
The world has all that you need
And you have the power to attract what you wish.
Wish for health, wish for joy,
Remember, you are loved.
I love you
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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So Much To Do
The face of the world is a homely face,
And the look of the world unkind,
When harsh on your arm a hand it lays
And bids you into the grind,
That 's little to your mind, my dear,
That 's little to your mind.
But it 's work that counts in the world, you see;
Not what we dream, but do:
For the dreamer of dreams, whatever he be,
If he 'd have his dreams come true,
Must be a workman, too, my dear,
Must be a workman, too.
So much to do; so much to know;
So much that life would shirk!
But each is one of a hive below,
The world's great Hive of Irk,
Where each must do his work, my dear,
Each one must do his work.
A song, a look, a word of cheer,
Will help more than a sigh!
For this is the law of the hive, my dear,
That every bee must try, my dear,
And all the drones must die, my dear,
That all the drones must die.
Oft-times it seems that the end is far,
And the work we do, in vain;
That night will never reveal a star,
And day bring only rain,
To trouble our hearts again, my dear,
To trouble our hearts again.
But ever the stars are shining there
With ever the old regard;
And be it foul, or be it fair,
However long debarred,
All work has its reward, my dear,
All work has its reward.
Could summer come without the rose?
Or morn without the sun?
And thus shall toil bring soul's repose
To each and every one,
Whose work at last is done, my dear,
Whose work at last is done.
For the face of the world is a homely face,
But the look in its eyes is kind
To him who sets his heart's brisk pace
To the work he has in mind,
And turns not with the wind, my dear,
And turns not with the wind.
poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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Sonnet IX: As Other Men
As other men, so I myself do muse
Why in this sort I wrest invention so,
And why these giddy metaphors I use,
Leaving the path the greater part do go.
I will resolve you: I am lunatic,
And ever this in madmen you shall find,
What they last thought of when the brain grew sick
In most distraction they keep that in mind.
Thus talking idly in this bedlam fit,
Reason and I, you must conceive, are twain;
"Tis nine years now since first I lost my wit;
Bear with me then, though troubled be my brain.
With diet and correction men distraught
(Not too far past) may to their wits be brought.
poem by Michael Drayton
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Work To Do!
i came from a generation
that worked.... was born to
work, daylight to dawn,
for everything we had.
we grew our own food, we
cut firewood, we worked
with our hands.
we were taught to work...
we built houses, bridges,
paved roads... worked on
farms, worked in sawmills,
worked in factories...
whatever it took for food
and shelter...
and if a neighbor got hurt,
or sick, and couldnt work...
we helped him and his family
till he could.
those of us left who can work
are still working, a lot of us are
out of work, and cant find work!
and so the world has changed...
it seems like a lot of people
spend more time avoiding work
than working... a lot of people
look for the easy way out...are
dependent on society...
still a lot of good and willing people
just need help.
they call this progress...based
on technology, and looking out for
number one. seperated, almost islands...
greed has taken the place of the bent back!
so when it all falls apart, and that will
be soon, what happens? who knows how
to survive? who has the backbone?
things to think about, and yes...
work to do!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Brave New World
Welcome
(world)
Welcome
(world)
Open your mind to come with me
Were just about to begin
Take a deeper breath now baby
Stretch and breath me in
Feel your way
Feel your way
Feel your way
Searching for a healing hand
That moves instinctively
Open up my secret thought
And float up consciously
Far away
Far away
Far away
Dont insult your inner child
Im innocently wild
To welcome
Brave new world
Gotta believe I wanna be, giving you energy
Brave new girl
Gotta believe in what I do, taking me back to you
Going deeper for a brave new world
Catch me when Im falling
As I climb the wall of sound
Break on through to the other side
Now reach for higher ground
Breath me in
Breath me in
Breath me in
Meditate and levitate
Upon the human being
To welcome
Brave new world
Gotta believe I wanna be, giving you energy
Brave new girl
Gotta believe in what I do, taking me back to you
Going deeper for a brave new world
Relax generally energy
Virtual sexuality
Ego bliss
(world)
Super enlightment
Deeper
(world)
A physical, sexual environment
Breath in
Dont insult your inner child
Im innocently wild
To welcome
Brave new world
Gotta believe I wanna be giving you energy
Brave new girl
Gotta believe in what I do is taking me back to you
Brave new world
Gotta believe I wanna be giving you energy
Brave new girl
Gotta believe in what I do is taking me back to you
Brave new world
(relax, generally) giving you energy
Brave new girl
(breath in) giving you energy
Brand new girl is in her brave new world
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The Love Energy...
I don't believe in distances
I don't believe in spaces
I don't believe in time
I don't believe in borders
cause All I believe
Is in the energy
The energy that transforms
The energy that creates
The energy that projects
The energy that rises
And bring us togather
Cause since I meet you
I become into the Love Energy
fluiding on my veins
giving a reason to my existence
Turning my monotomy
into the Illusion of be loved
And getting us closer
to posses you
from my soul,
from my body,
from my heart...
cause everything I just can say
is that I Love You!
poem by Vilma Xelin
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But the first differentiation of its reflection in the manifested World is purely Spiritual, and the Beings generated in it are not endowed with a consciousness that has any relation to the one we conceive of.
quote by H.P. Blavatsky
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Work or Reflection
Now, I always have preserved a certain attitude
Quite definite in reference to Work
('Tis futility concealing
That I have the Weary Feeling
And tendency perennial to shirk)
Still, I always strive to recognise the principle
That earnest, steady toil is ever best;
So that, having recognised it,
Not to say idealised it,
I would fain lay down my pen and take a rest.
For, you understand, to recognise a principle
Is patently a virtue in itself.
After that you have the option,
Of its strenuous adoption,'
Or the placing of it gently on a shelf.
For myself, I'm forced to own that though my theory's
A thing of beauty, even in the rough,
Dearth of cash supplies good reasons,
With the Passing of the seasons,
That this simple recognition's not enough.
For it's Work - Toil - Graft
It's accomplishment that matters in the end;
And the act of recognition,
Even by a politician,
Has not ever yet been known to make or mend.
And the man who holds a lamp-post up without much fret or fuss,
He may 'recognise a principle', and feel quite virtuous.
We have read about the lives, in ancient history,
Of the Doers back in ev'ry age and clime;
And their method of reforming
Was reflecting and performing,
More especially the latter, every time.
But the man who sat and recognised the principles,
And calmly left accomplishment to Fate,
May have won a reputation,
As a saviour of the nation,
But his name has been suppressed, at any rate.
This has clearly been the rule since far antiquity:
Before a thing is done a man must act;
And all progress lay in knowing
What to do, and straightway going
And just working till reform became a fact.
But to stand on distant nodding terms with principle
Has been a most unprofitable trick.
You may scan historic pages,
And right down throughout the ages
Mere reflection never laid a single brick.
For it's Graft - Toil - Work,
It's performance that is needed in the land.
Recognition, by the student,
Of the principle is prudent,
But it never yet has shifted any sand.
And Hell is full of futile folk who scorned the verb 'to do,'
Who 'recognised the principle' but failed to see it through.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Energy in Tune
The mind and heart work together
To create the words of our lives
Energy we feel in the air
Living in synchronicity
With the energies around
To create the words of our lives
One day you wake up and your mind is blank
The energy has faded
And the feeling has disappeared
When the energies stop coming to you
and stop working in tune with your mind
But your mind and heart work together
can create the energy thats gone
when you've been exercising them
your mind and heart work together
To create this natural music
but when you stop the song thats inside
and start using templates
you begin to paint by number
(written in STUDY HALL on 8-31-06)
poem by Electric Tripp
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Death Is Wicked
death is wicked,
oh death why are you so wicked?
you are so wicked that
you took away our beloved ones
without thinking about it
living us sorrows
and loneliness
oh death why are you
so terrible
that you took away
our beloved heros
without giving us
the chance to thank them
for their good work
oh death,
you are the most awful thing
in life,
we hate you!
we will hate you
till the day you will stop
taking our hearts away
from us
poem by Esther Obeng
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