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Age

The body says one thing,
but the mind is in denial.
The clock is striking against you,
but the mind can’t accept the fact.
To the mind you can do,
all the things you used to do.

Age has a way of creeping up on you,
making it impossible to do the things,
that when you were twenty one,
you used to do with ease.
At some point the mind has to accept,
the body is getting weaker,
frailer than it was before.

poem by David Harris
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Sonnet- Mind Is Prime

Let Mind not wander in a dreamy way,
And lose control over its sense-organs;
Sound mind will always have the final say;
The lazy one can make a man a dunce.

Important is the Psyche of earthlings,
Most diseases are psychosomatic;
And Psychedelics are mood changing things,
A mind thats ill can make the body sick.

To train the mind is what we ought to do;
The Lunatic is unsound of his mind;
Emotions are a facet of mind too,
His mind's control, the Yogi tries to find.

Happy's the man with mind and body sound;
His soul and spirit, heavenwards gets bound.

poem by John Celes
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Being a former dancer, classical dancer, it informed me as a human being just in terms of the grace I guess. Ballet is a very graceful form of art. You also become very aware of your body and your mind and your body is working in conjunction. That kind of helps you in acting as well. It's not only using your mind, it's like making your mind communicate this character into your body so that you can bring it to life and physicalize it.

quote by Zoe Saldana
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One Who Has Sacrificed With A Kept Pace

Something done persistently,
Eventually wears on the body and mind...
Of the one who has given time to find,
Without a resting to qualify this to be done...
Like some who give their recommendations,
Misunderstanding the drive it has taken...
To make sure things are set in place.
They would never understand,
One who has sacrificed with a kept pace.

Well...I do.
And it is not from that which I am doing today.
It is a much needed rest,
From that which has taken years in the making
To create.
Never before considered the connection between,
Aches and pains and the lack of rest.
Until my mind and body began to beg for some.
And getting as much as I can get to just rest,
To prioritize for myself is best.

And aging has made me more aware of this!
Without proper rest,
The body and mind begins to insist it be done.
And quick with a paying of attention.

Oh...
You don't need to shout so loud.
I hear you very clearly.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bad Girls

(good things, good things
That bad girls do)
Bra top, tank top
Doesnt really matter cause theyre all so hot
Im going loco in puerto rico
Dark hair, tanned skin
Skating on the beach, playin innocent
They drive me crazy in miami
They know, how to, make me
Want it, crave it, need it
I love how they tease me
Its the good things that bad girls do
That makes me want to sweat, feel them wet
All over my body
Its the good things that bad girls do
Each city day or night
Theyre so fine
Im going out my mind
(good thing, good things
That bad girls do)
Nice smile, so wild
Every girl wants to get her party on
They break all the rules, in cancun
So sweet, you need
You constantly pinch yourself to believe
The games that they play, down in l.a.
They know, how to, make me
Want it, crave it, need it
I love how they work it
Its the good things that bad girls do
That makes me want to sweat, feel them wet
All over my body
Its the good things that bad girls do
Each city day or night
Theyre so fine
Im going out my mind
London city and madrid got some bad girls
Mexico and brazil got some bad girls
Dublin city and djakarta got some bad girls
Stockhlom city and berlin got some bad girls
Kuala lumpur and miami got some bad girls
Gotta really really love those bad girls
Got a thing got a thing for the bad girls
And the things they do
(good thing, good thing
That bad girls do)
Its the good things that bad girls do
That makes me want to sweat, feel them wet
All over my body
Its the good things that bad girls do
Each city day or night
Theyre so fine
Im going out my mind
They know, how to, make me
Want it, crave it, need it
I love how they tease me
Its the good things that bad girls do
That makes me want to sweat, feel them wet
All over my body
Its the good things that bad girls do
Each city day or night
Theyre so fine
Im going out my mind

song performed by by Westlife
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The Fact Is, In The World Of Lies, Life Is Fair

accept the fact that sometimes we say things
that we do not mean, that sometimes we burst in anger
and we hurt and then we apologize that we do not really mean to hurt

sometimes we show feelings too that we do not really want to express.
sometime we say 'i love you' and yet we are just compelled to do so

someone is dying and he needs you badly at the end of her day.
sometimes, accept the fact, that time strains us and we become

the liars, the hypocrites, the fraud, and the swindler.
and most of all, we keep it for a time, making some stares straight in the eye.

accept this fact, we are humans and in some harsh times
we decide, to survive, at all costs, no matter what.

now, we shall talk, and you shall listen and i shall write about the truth
of this fact. we are us conjoined twins in the art of deception.

lie to me as i lie to you and then we accept this fact: life is fair.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Successful Mind

You dress the mind with success,
It labours night and day, opening.
We close it due to some sort of activity,
Offering a bright future so wild.

The dress of the body is beautiful,
Inside we house our learned manner.
It is a mansion of repute, of utter pleasure,
For the people around us will their way.

The mind houses superhuman traits,
Which we use as much as we can.
The mind and body arouse a point,
That point is our home, the one mansion.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Sonnet: The Modern Man

The modern man behaves in funny ways,
with craze for things that set his passions live;
He goes for food-fads, fashions, trendy days;
In swimming pools in hotels high, he'll dive.

Things mystic, mod have caught his heart and mind;
He acts per only his whims and fancies;
To virtual, unreal things, he will bind;
And quickly wants a life of lucre, ease.

Life's ventures are based on money's pivot;
He wastes his precious time and gifts of God;
He spends, invests and saves, yet lands in debt;
And though he's not, he thinks he is the Lord.

He can pull off achievements, aplenty;
His body, mind look aged at twenty.

poem by John Celes
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Insomnia

There are nights when you cannot fall asleep,
you toss and turn, but sleep will not come.
Your mind is too awake with things you must do
you cannot stay in bed anymore.
You get up and watch the clock
as time ticks remorselessly by
and ask yourself why is happening to me?
Insomnia they call it.
As you grow older less sleep you need,
or at least that is how it feels to me.
You have too many things
occupying your mind
sitting there alone
in the middle of the night
doing some of the things you have to do.
Hoping to clear your head
of some of the thoughts running through it
while waiting for your body to say
I am tired now.

5 November 2008

poem by David Harris
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The human mind evolved always in the company of the human body, and of the animal body before it was human. The intricate connections of mind and body must exceed our imagination, as from our point of view we are peculiarly prevented from observing them.

quote by John Desmond Bernal
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A Well Respected Man

cause he gets up in the morning,
And he goes to work at nine,
And he comes back home at five-thirty,
Gets the same train every time.
cause his world is built round punctuality,
It never fails.
And hes oh, so good,
And hes oh, so fine,
And hes oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
Hes a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
And his mother goes to meetings,
While his father pulls the maid,
And she stirs the tea with councilors,
While discussing foreign trade,
And she passes looks, as well as bills
At every suave young man
cause hes oh, so good,
And hes oh, so fine,
And hes oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
Hes a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
And he likes his own backyard,
And he likes his fags the best,
cause hes better than the rest,
And his own sweat smells the best,
And he hopes to grab his fathers loot,
When pater passes on.
cause hes oh, so good,
And hes oh, so fine,
And hes oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
Hes a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
And he plays at stocks and shares,
And he goes to the regatta,
And he adores the girl next door,
cause hes dying to get at her,
But his mother knows the best about
The matrimonial stakes.
cause hes oh, so good,
And hes oh, so fine,
And hes oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
Hes a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.

song performed by by Kinks
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Polluticitis' Perhaps?

Everything about you has been contaminated!
Your mind
Your body
Your.......
Your mind, your body?
I guess if your mind and body is contaminated,
Everything about you is a process...
Needing a complete overhaul!
Nothing else seems to work!
And I see you have already begun,
By killing yourselves!
With that kind of brilliant programming...
What on Earth went wrong?
'Polluticitis' prehaps?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cant Get Her Out

I cant get her out
I cant get her out of my mind
I cant get her out
I cant get her out of my mind
Everybodyd try to tell
But no I wouldnt listen
Id go ahead, put my arm around her
I had to squeeze her, I had to kiss her
Now I cant get her out
I cant get her out of my mind
Oh I cant get her out
I cant get her out of my mind
If I said go out shed daydream
Didnt mean a thing to me
Its the kind of thing I thought might never happen
You see I thought I was invincible, I couldnt see why
You cant get her out
I cant get her out of my mind
No cant get her out
I cant get her out of my mind
Its the kind of thing boy, you think could never happen
My friends would say, stay way from her
I said, boy, have you kissed it? boy, have you seen her?
I could let her hear their words
No I cant get her out
I cant get her out of my mind
Cant get her out
I cant get her out of my mind
I cant get her out
I cant get her out of my mind
I cant get her out
Cant get her out of my mind

song performed by by Tom Petty
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Sense And Sensitivity

I try to keep an open mind
for things that cannot be defined.
Foreknowledge and telepathy,
anything extra sensory.

Clairvoyance and clairaudience,
which seem to use a different sense
from the five which we all use
It seems we aren’t allowed to choose

Levels of sensitivity.
are distributed randomly.
Although we try we can’t deny
that some unwritten rules apply

That these wild talents do exist
That’s why belief will long exist.
We can’t present proof positive.
All the evidence we can give

is anecdotal at the best
and fails all scientific test
Administered by tight closed minds
absorbed in prejudice which blinds

to any possibility.
Which they can’t touch or taste or see.
Although I do not understand
I cannot dismiss out of hand

Abilities which some possess.
but are reluctant to express.
Because they do not want to be
Subject to foolish mockery

You are convinced it can’t be true
and you refuse to listen to
any opposing argument
Your mind tight closed you are content

to live your life in ignorance
. Ascribing everything to chance
A choice you are entitled to
if you prefer a blinkered view.

Because some things can’t be defined
I much prefer an open mind.
I can accept quite easily
not every body will agree.

There’s so much that we do not know
about the human mind.Although
it seems to be illogical
I think nothing’s impossible.

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Glinda's Theme

Come over here and rest awhile
Look at the trip you've made
I know you must be tired by now
So rest here in the shade
Oh, the journey that you've had to make
I've watched you bear the load
But you can always stay at my place
When you come off the road
And if you ever need someone (need someone)
Count on me anytime (you can count on me)
I'll be here to pick you up
Because a rested body is a rested mind
Because a rested body is a rested mind
(Because a rested body is a rested mind)
A rested body is a rested mind

song performed by by Diana Ross
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A strong body makes the mind strong. As to the species of exercises, I advise the gun. While this gives moderate exercise to the body, it gives boldness, enterprise and independence to the mind. Games played with the ball, and others of that nature, are too violent for the body and stamp no character on the mind. Let your gun therefore be your constant companion of your walks.

quote by Thomas Jefferson
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A strong body makes the mind strong. As to the species of exercises, I advise the gun. While this gives moderate exercise to the body, it gives boldness, enterprise and independence to the mind. Games played with the ball and others of that nature, are too violent for the body and stamp no character on the mind. Let your gun therefore be the constant companion of your walks.

quote by Thomas Jefferson
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Happyness

something in us
sometimes
spells things differently
but no matter
what]
we do not really
mind}
what symbols
we attach, for whatever
that brings us
joy,
wrongly, or rightly,
we do not mind the eyes
that see us,
we only see each other
eye to eye
and body to body our souls
fuse, as though
we are the only inhabitants
of this earth
as though we are the only
owners of the sea
and the sky
heaven and earth

i do not even imagine
hell.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love

We say
Love is
Beyond the
Body…

It is all very
Metaphysical
Spiritual…
Psychologic al
Philosophical.

Love is beyond
The physical…

So as long as
You dream,
Fantasise,
Eulogise…
Other men
And women,
It's ok with
Your partner
Who doesn't
Mind you
Watching
Pornography
And ogling at
Naked women.

But the moment
You share your
Body with some
Other, you are
Accused of
Infidelity…

Love flows
Out of the window.
Why so?

Wasn't love
Meant to be
Beyond the body,
And not merely
Possessing
Physically…

So why is
Love tolerant
Of all forbidden
Dreams, when
You are not
Faithful to your
Partner in your
Mind, heart and
Soul - and yet
Your partner
Sees it ok to
Accept you.

But that body
Of yours
Makes barriers
In a jiffy and
You end up
Facing his
Wrath.

Love
Turns to
Hurt and hatred
Just because you
Gave away,
Yourself -
Physically...

So, is love all
Glib-talk?
Or does it really
Go beyond the
Confines of
Our possessiveness
Of the body…

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Do Not Be Baited Into An Irritation

Be well!
With a protection done,
Of your mind, body and soul.
And don't be afraid to tell...
Anyone disrespectful,
Where to go...
From where you dwell.
Do not be baited into an irritation.

When you have earned a life received,
That has become freed of insecurities...
Do not let it up and leave,
No!
Not even temporarily.

To wear a despondency on your sleeve,
Only seems to please those envious.
Those who are quick to express their jealousies.

Be well!
With a protection done,
Of your mind, body and soul.
And don't be afraid to tell...
Anyone disrespectful,
Where to go...
From where you dwell.
Be well and don't accept invitations to debate.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Mind Has More of a Youthfulness

Everyday...
This aging 'thing' seems to speed.
Some agitate their way through it.
Reminding themselves,
Nothing about this process
For them is welcomed!
And they are not pleased,
By anything it leaves.

And as I reflect,
Doing my best to accept this process...
I must admit,
Some of it I am not in total agreement with myself.
Although I go through the motions,
I am doing it with much ease!

Okay! I must say...
Sometimes I do get a bit perturbed and upset.
Especially when someone yells, 'Hey, grandpa.
Do you need assistance to cross the street? '
I grit my teeth with a fake smile I release.

Hmmm...
Is it noticeable,
My gait appears to be slower and more noble?

Everyday...
This aging 'thing' seems to speed!

And I sit on a nearby bench,
To gather my breath and gently breathe.
Wishing the aches and pains that come with aging...
I could put to rest.
Knowing my mind has more of a youthfulness,
That my body, on certain days...
Could care less what my mind forgets!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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