Crafted By The People
The light of humanity
crafted by the angels
the pleasures of the earth
crafted by the gods
The evil
the hate
and the wars
crafted by the people
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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I think a badly crafted, great idea for a new film with a ton of spelling mistakes is just 100 times better than a well-crafted stale script.
quote by Alexander Payne
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A Well Crafted Word
Why am I so philosophical, a philosopher a long time ago once wrote.
The song writer, script writer, poet and novelist like to use a great quote.
Some poems are written with a catchy rhyme and a theme.
A well crafted word can help and be a great writers dream.
Everyone knows that the pen is mightier than the sword.
A well crafted word can give the reader great reward.
'A metaphor is just like a simile'; An unknown author once quoted.
It's true about all writers I know, they all hate their words being misquoted.
To writers one and all, a well crafted word is always a must to write down.
Just remember this about all writers, they can make great use of a pronoun.
poem by Nichole Kaci McKnight
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FATHER Of Hate
Drums at beat, fires rising at the gates - Three by 6, the number engraved on the gates which cuts heaven down to hell - Quite is the screaming, today is the birthday which smokes at the back, the morning star that bevilled the little devil - the master of disaster, destroyer of our souls, one lost to the multiple of faith, laughter cast to eternal flames were not the script Diabl6 seeked, crafted dead, crafted after - The flow fountains the millenium by the chain, which links infinity, what matters more is less, the end of time will be the end to his crimes - Judged by his maker, what hate is carried by his father, that there is no please, not by his will to accept, a chance, to set the outsiders free - There is one fact which break, the spine of a demon, that which is displayed by the wrath, the anger which burst from an angel, ONE, which cast a legion, from heaven to the darkest pits of hell
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Game For Gods And Goddesses
a paradox
the man is
a mind free
to roam
but in a
physique
that dictates
maxims of
limitations
the cells are
screws to pin
him down
to make sure
he does not
run away
from a real
life game
crafted for
the leisure
of gods and
goddesses
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Crafted By The Feeding
It would be nice to know,
The sharing of 'true' love.
You know,
The goosebump giving kind?
With a value placed on its emphasis.
With a value traced,
To the root of it.
So nice it would be to observe,
A decreasing of opposition.
With an erasing of that element done...
To having everyone come together,
And end conflict.
As a mission that benefits.
~What exists after the 'experiment' of humanity?
Should we continue to explore the premise of this? ~
Where is the justice received within restricted limits?
When did one's right to breathe become a matter for debate?
Who are those people who satiate,
Upon beliefs...
That are crafted by the feeding of hypocrisies?
What barbarian that has risen form the depths of rocks...
Deciding their self destruction should be a global affair.
Who are these specimens portraying themselves as human beings?
It would be nice to know,
The sharing of 'true' love.
You know,
The goosebump giving kind?
With a value placed on its emphasis.
With a value traced,
To the root of it.
Simplistic and not manipulated,
By those of self hatred.
Where is the justice received within restricted limits?
When did one's right to breathe become a matter for debate?
Who are those people who satiate,
Upon beliefs...
That are crafted by the feeding of hypocrisies?
Should they be thrown a bone and told to move on?
To be chased back into the wild from where they came.
Or...
Should they be muzzled to hush and caged?
And 'then' thrown a bone?
Leaving them 'again' in darkness.
With their suspicions of the light kept in isolation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grateful For This Consciousness
Mold and crafted,
Shaped and tweaked.
Here I am
With memories bittersweet.
And I stand on my feet,
Knowing who and what I am.
Grateful for this consciousness,
And blessed to be this man!
Bold and unafraid to speak,
About exposed injustices...
I observe on urban streets!
I realize my connection
Is linked within me deep.
I am so much a part of this,
So much I am restless...
And I can not sleep!
Told of limitations born
Upon my heritage.
Given statistics I am shown
To keep my thoughts negative!
But I am more,
Than flesh one sees of color.
My feelings are genuinely fused...
And these abusing views,
Of my brother being used
Bestows no peace,
on my mind...
Like some others!
Mold and crafted,
Shaped and tweaked.
Here I am
With memories bittersweet.
And I stand on my feet,
Knowing who and what I am.
Grateful for this consciousness,
And blessed to be this man!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The richest most meaningful stories are found in small places: made, carried, crafted, told, and retold by apparently unimportant people.
quote by Louise Brown
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No matter how beautiful and well crafted a coffin might look, it will not make anyone wish for death.
I think when kids just see well-crafted poetry, it's just obtuse to them. It's hard to relate to.
quote by Jewel Kilcher
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A Perfect Fit
out of passion
was crafted love
he the warm hand
she is his glove
poem by Esther Leclerc
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A Haven....
being is so light
lighter than burnt leaf
lifting itself
to the shoulder of air
then having felt
that gift of flying
it accepts the moment
of having to settle
back to earth
as another crafted
word of art
my being is so light
i could not think of something
lighter than air
perhaps this soul
that is so intimately
entwined
like an invisible vine
inside my wooden
body?
i feel this dropping
unto an abyss
that seems to be
a rising higher
than the sea
the sky
the limitless space
between you
and
i.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The masks that we bear
The masks that we bear
hide our deepest pain,
which disappears behind the smiles
that we give the whole day
Expressions are crafted
for the world outside
and our faces mirror,
only what we want other people to see
and in our hearts
demons and angels are doing their thing.
From somewhere we lost the ability
to be just ordinary people
and everybody have become actors,
for whom the wide world is the stage.
Only the creator sees our deepest hearts
and bears in all our suffering
and on we daily play,
the game of ostensibility
for everyone else.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Joys Of Process
well crafted seemingly swiftly spun
the poem cries my writing was fun fun fun
now explained my purpose is surely done.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Television is much better crafted today then in the 70s. The content is less positive but I'm one of those that feel our entertainment reflects our world, it's not a driver - art imitates life.
quote by Christopher Knight
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What fascinates me — mesmerizes me — isn't so much Trump himself as the American government he's crafted: a major world power with no policy, no consistency, and no idea what it's doing.
quote by Stephen King
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Autopsy
And what shall I do
I try to speak and words stop short of my tongue
They make their way back to my thoughts
Still crafted by a still soul
I move my eyes around trying to find a place to rest
I can't see it but I feel the light
Someone tell us we are loved
Someone take the pain away
Someone fill up the void
Someone fix my broken heart
Are you that someone? (6x)
song performed by by Zao from Liberate Te Ex Inferis
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Happiness
My sailing boat, crafted of redwood, is swift,
My flute is carved out of jasper.
With water a stain is removed from the silk,
With wine – the worries and heartache.
And if you’re the owner of swift little boat,
The wine and a beautiful woman…
What else can you ask for? In every respect,
To heavenly gods you are equal.
poem by Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
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An image is not simply a trademark, a design, a slogan or an easily remembered picture. It is a studiously crafted personality profile of an individual, institution, corporation, product or service.
quote by Daniel J. Boorstin
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Our Founding Fathers crafted a constitutional Republic for the first time in the history of the world because they were shaping a form of government that would not have the failures of a democracy in it, but had the representation of democracy in it.
quote by Steve King
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Called Into Play
Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry:
some flurries have whitened the edges of roads
and lawns: time for that, the snow stuff: &
turkeys and old St. Nick: where am I going to
find something to write about I haven't already
written away: I will have to stop short, look
down, look up, look close, think, think, think:
but in what range should I think: should I
figure colors and outlines, given forms, say
mailboxes, or should I try to plumb what is
behind what and what behind that, deep down
where the surface has lost its semblance: or
should I think personally, such as, this week
seems to have been crafted in hell: what: is
something going on: something besides this
diddledeediddle everyday matter-of-fact: I
could draw up an ancient memory which would
wipe this whole presence away: or I could fill
out my dreams with high syntheses turned into
concrete visionary forms: Lucre could lust
for Luster: bad angels could roar out of perdition
and kill the AIDS vaccine not quite
perfected yet: the gods could get down on
each other; the big gods could fly in from
nebulae unknown: but I'm only me: I have 4
interests--money, poetry, sex, death: I guess
I can jostle those. . . .
poem by Archie Randolph Ammons
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