On Living Life
It’s not near enough
To have lived in full…
the length of one’s life
No… tis not nearly enough
The measure of length only…
Pray tell…
For length is far too narrow
A measure
of one’s life
The true measure is to have lived
The full width
As well
poem by David Whalen
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How Do You Measure Up?
If you measure yourself by ambition,
There will always be someone more ambitious than you.
If you measure yourself by money,
There is always someone wealthier than you.
If you measure yourself by power,
There is always someone more powerful than you.
If you measure yourself with material things,
There is always someone with more stuff than you.
If you measure yourself by where you are in life,
There is always someone farther down the path than you.
If you measure yourself by appearance,
There is always someone that appears than you.
If you measure yourself by God,
Then we are all the same.
We are all wonderfully and beautifully made.
God is love.
And love has no end.
So in God's heart,
You will always measure up!
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.
quote by Diane Ackerman
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I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I have just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.
quote by Diane Ackerman
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The true measure of life is not length, but honesty.
Because the results are expressed in numbers, it is easy to make the mistake of thinking that the intelligence test is a measure like a foot ruler or a pair of scales. It is, of course, a quite different sort of measure. Intelligence is not an abstraction like length and weight; it is an exceedingly complicated notion - which nobody has yet succeeded in defining.
quote by Walter Lippmann
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In The Comfort Of Logic
so you live in the comforts
of logic
you see what you get
you only know what you can measure
believe only in what you can see
and touch
and conceive in your mind
on the specifications of width
length and breadth
it is indeed comfortable
everything is fixed and certain
there is always a sum
an amount
and one can always predict
with accuracy what happens next
but my friend
not every object
every man
every shaking experience
every mysterious circumstance
around you is embraced by logic
sometimes
we must admit that when we love
we love without measure
sometimes when we fear
and surrender
we miss something
and we cannot explain
some things are at the tips of
out tongues
some events merely slip from
our fingers like
sand & water
and air
there are 'x' factors out there
and when we fall and bleed
and hurt and die
the numbers do not work
for us anymore
they have become some kind
of miracles outlived
their magic gone
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wherever your life ends, it is all there. The utility of living consists not in the length of days, but in the use of time; a man may have lived long, and yet lived but a little. Make use of time while it is present with you. It depends upon your will, and not upon the number of days, to have a sufficient length of life. Is it possible you can imagine never to arrive at the place towards which you are continually going? and yet there is no journey but hath its end. And, if company will make it more pleasant or more easy to you, does not all the world go the self-same way?
quote by Michel de Montaigne
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The poem and her poet
Death once told poor life defeated by life:
Life's no life if lived on the edge of knife,
No more a struggle, nor is full of strife,
Do ye know how many deaths is Death rife?
Death's all death; the same is not true of life,
Life tries to knot her up snaps when death's knife,
But I've heard a man asking on death bed,
Pray, tell me Death, how long ere I'm all dead?
To him, said death, straightening up his head,
Moments might when look like minutes of dread,
Minutes stretch and stretch into hours, instead,
When hours take days, and days, years, you are dead.
Remember, life's lived moment to moment,
‘Tis measured too in a moving moment,
Forget not: Death alone is permanent,
I dwell in life from birth, live life dormant;
There's no freedom in life, nor should death call,
Death changes but the bricks of prison wall,
All quarrels ‘tween life and death, big and small,
Settled are, death when proves him far too tall.
Life is a small piece, but a paragraph
Of my poem, said Death, metre nor measure but in half,
Life may decide every new beginning,
But ‘tis me that knows the length, knows ending.
Eons pass sans measure for endless time,
While no clocks tick, nor dare their hours to chime,
Boulders of rocks break down whilst time stands still,
O grinding into grains of sands sans will.
While life is stuck with my poem's first rhyme,
Death challenged life to dare the worst she can,
I'm the Absolute trouser wearing man1,
I wonder how relative would tick time!
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1. Death muses himself to be the male principle, the purusha.
The poem stands for life and prakriti. The piece here depicts
a dialogue between Life, or the matter, the poem and her
creator poet, the Death. In Indic philosophy, purusha is the
presiding deity, the atman or soul, which is eternal and body
is made of prakriti, the material nature, which is death-bound.
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- Musings | 12.08.12 |
poem by Aniruddha Pathak
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If we had this back, and in full measure; if society were infused by it, through and through, and men lived its life, and in its life, philosophy would take care of itself and the nature of our institutions would not matter.
quote by Ralph A. Cram
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Beyond Time
beyond time
is love
time is a measurement
of the past
and the present
and the future
that we tend to limit
within a
certain space
love is beyond time
it is when
measurements
do not matter anymore
because
you love
and your love
has no measure
it is not even
this moment
it is beyond
momentariness
that we love
just being here
looking
at you
everything freezes
nothing leaves
nothing comes
the box
of time where you
are in
does not have
length
and width
and sides
and depth
there is just
this breath
breathing, life living, and it keeps going and going
without any ticking
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life Is Not Measured By Its Length
i know you know that life is not measured by its length
or its width
lest it simply becomes a piece of
cube
a matter of furniture
or even a block of wood
lest it becomes so ordinary
with a depth that you can measure
so easily
in truth life has nothing to do with numbers
first, second,
one, two and three and there you claim that you have life
life is quality my dear
it is giving your best shot
giving up
life for a reason for a cause for those you value most
for those you love
and then when all the reasons are lost
when all your loved ones left you
when there is nothing greater
to believe
when nothing is worth living anymore
i will ask you: where can life be?
there is none anymore
it has become a piece of junk
worth throwing
in your garbage can
or keeping it in dusty garage or the mezzanine
always hoping that someday
it may still be worth the stay
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wherever your life ends, it is all there. The advantage of living is not measured by length, but by use; some men have lived long, and lived little; attend to it while you are in it. It lies in your will, not in the number of years, for you to have lived enough.
quote by Michel de Montaigne
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The Measure Of Love sung to From Russia With Love
The measure of love, in truth, is this:
To treasure each sigh, close by, then kiss!
I've revelled each girl I yearn,
Just to discern
The measure of love!
Soft embraces, gazes...
In search for one true friend...
Let go... then watching love grow...
Then lips pressed tight, just right,
As if our two hearts said, 'Hello! '
Love prays this is so...
The measure is true in gentlemen...
Right out of the blue! So who knows when?
It's meant to astound you, too...
So you can view
The measure of love!
poem by Denis Martindale
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As I Am A Man
as i am a man
measure me not with that
divine stick
i do not wish
to be more than God
nor do i intend to be
lower than
that beast.
measure me
with the love that i can give you
the sorrows i have
the pains i have endured
the successes that i have
hidden from your eyes
measure me with the purity
of my intentions
the care with which i do my
actions
do not measure me
with your expectations
let me stand strong
on the pavement of
your cares.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My deal was that they would use a full-length picture of me in my underwear and a full-length picture of me all done up, and they would write about how long it took and how much it cost, because that was the whole point. It was very liberating.
quote by Jamie Lee Curtis
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Without Measure
measure my love
i will love you without measure
there you shall fail
this love has no number
unquantifiable
your measure cannot measure
this love immeasurable
this love so
unbearable
you measure me again
this love like a flame on your oil lamp
shall then die
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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measure my love
i will love you without measure
there you shall fail
this love has no number
unquantifiable
your measure cannot measure
this love immeasurable
this love so
unbearable
you measure me again
this love like a flame on your oil lamp
shall then die
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Measure Of Men
what is the measure of one man
is it the measure of one's strength
I think not
is it the measure of one's stature such as height
I don't think so
is it how wealthy one is
not even close
or is it how much power one possesses over another
not impressive
can a measure of a man be measured with a yardstick
well it can but that park doesn't show he's a man
the tolerance of a man for another man hitting him
can be measured with a ruler
the tolerance of a man for another man attacking his country
can be measured with a grain of salt
the tolerance of a man for another man hitting the one's he loves
now that can only be measured within a whisper
you can only measure a individual man or woman
with how big their heart is and
what qualities lie within that heart
such as dignity for what he works for
such as a stable household for his famly
compassion for people in need
the understanding of what's right and what's wrong
the pride of not what he has done but what
his wife and child has done
the sweat
the blood
and the tears he spars
to keep his marriage from falling apart
once you find a way to measure those things then
and only then will you be able to say
that is
because that is certainly
the real measure of all men
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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In any age
In any age, cart load you can carry
If heart is strong enough to remain merry
There is no string attached with condition
It needs no power too for ignition
Lots of old people carry on with smile
Their life is still full of vigor and style
No one can say that charm is over
Couple walks hands in hand with full cover
Sun may be moving fast to set
Yet life is not all that about to be late
It may take its due course to act
But life is certainly a reality and fact
Blow on and move with all your strength
It can be made beautiful with good wave length
It is lovely to hear nature's call in morning
With mild sun rays shine in the late evening
Sea has all power but remains calm
Raises alarm with waves but cause no harm!
What is with us to loose in turn?
It is only happiness to retain in return
There is no more physical death when you feel young
Everybody dies here and remains unsung
Yet things can be felt better in last days
As new and novel method has found its way
Why any illness must come and take over?
When heart is at its full boom with cover?
Happy to feel at one end and make others same as well
Life has all its glory to feel and tell
you may have it all with strong mind
Worries are not taken care of and left behind
We are human being and can not remain complacent or blind
Life is to be lived full length with its own kind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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One Little Victory
A certain measure of innocence
willing to appears naive
a certain degree of imagination
a measure of make-beleive
a certain degree of surrender
to the forces of light and heat
a shot of satisfaction
Celebrate the moment
as it turns into one more
another chance at victory
another chance to score
the measure of the moment
is a difference of degree
just one little victory
a spirite breaking free
one little victory
the greatest act can be one little victory
a certain measure of righteousness
a certain amout of force
a certain degree of determination
daring on a different course
acertain amout of resistance
to the force of life and love
a certain measure of tolerence
a willingness to rise above
song performed by by Rush
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