Pop!
ego's basic fallacy
is rooted in perception
self is separate
from cosmos
rather than being
an intuitively wrapped
rainbow hue bubble
floating in an ever-moving
trillions year Kosmos
that's a verb
pop!
poem by Doug Bentley
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-37
Orange cosmos, Yellow cosmos
(Kosmos, Cosmos sulphureus)
As scorching stress melancholizing
Behold, the mercy of the blesser Sun
Showering cool florets tranquilizing
Cosmic Kosmos orange, yellow to stun
And yes, I agree to the eased heart
A wallow in dulcet bright lights
Cousins wild, lush and blushy art
Darting along with in florescence
Slender stemmed leafing pinnate
Waltzing and humming appraising
Birds and butterflies to affiliate
Friendly cosmos no doubt surprising
poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Bubble In My Heart...!
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that floats
Like it is made out of soap
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that dance
Like it is riding on the breeze
A bubble a bubble in my heart
A bubble a bubble that fills my heart
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that sings
Like it knows how to sing
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that roams
Out of my heart in to the storms
A bubble a bubble in my heart
A bubble a bubble that fills my heart
There's a bubble in my heart
Baby can you see that
Yeah the bubble in my heart
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that shines
Much more than sunshine
A bubble a bubble in my heart
Yeah baby, there is a bubble, a bubble in my heart....!
poem by Rowving Smith
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Gluing Humpty
20th century perception
was major laceration
in fabric
of consciousness.
restore to wholeness
whole conception
of what roams
round Kosmos
and
for pete's sake-
cheer up!
poem by Doug Bentley
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Tiny Bubble
If youre part of my love
Dont leave home tonight
While were sleeping we can learn to see that
All the worlds a tiny bubble
Floating inside
Those of us who notice are
Expected to hide
All the worlds a tiny bubble
Floating inside, the truth
When I look in your eyes
I can see the sky
Shining down upon the perfect garden
All the worlds a tiny bubble
Floating inside
Those of us who notice are
Expected to hide
All the worlds a tiny bubble
Floating inside the truth
You cant imagine just what Ive been going through
I wouldnt wish it on a soul much less on you
I well remember when my heart was free
My soul could laugh, so could we
If youre part of my love
Dont leave home tonight
While were sleeping we can learn to see that
All the worlds a tiny bubble
Floating inside
Those of us who notice are
Expected to hide
All the worlds a tiny bubble
Floating inside, the truth
You cant imagine just what Ive been going through
I wouldnt wish it on a soul much less on you
I well remember when my soul was free
My heart could sing, so could we
If youre part of my love
You wont leave home tonight
While were sleeping we can learn to see that
All the worlds a tiny bubble
Floating inside
All the worlds a tiny bubble
Floating inside
All the worlds a tiny bubble
Repeat to end
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The perception of what a thing is and the perception of what it means are not separate, either.
quote by James J. Gibson
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The entire cosmos is made out of one and the same world-stuff, operated by the same energy as we ourselves. "Mind" and "matter" appears as two aspects of our unitary mind-bodies. There is no separate supernatural realm: all phenomena are part of one natural process of evolution. There is no basic cleavage between science and religion; they are both organs of evolving humanity.
quote by Julian Huxley
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Mystic Journey: Gravity 2
through science's grainy spectacles
the cosmos collapses into probabilities,
but Man, one of the highest improbables,
is beyond observed observers' observing.
even that final, mysterious transformation
of mass into Light, and then Intelligence,
mathematical alchemy of quantum gravity,
can't convert all into a Kosmos conscious
of Itself, a Being whose constitution,
the Tree of Life, is an Intelligence free
balanced at all times, at all points.
science is silent on matters that matter
most. too, when keats wrote 'Beauty
is truth, truth beauty, '* he might later
have added that both of them are good.
from alpha to omega, conscious ascents
of consciousness pressure us- so what
side of the looking glass are we on?
with eyes open we behold an infinite mass
of light. close them for an instant.
the cosmos disappears. instead, we pass
into intuition and, through its reflexive
screen, discover nothing changed since
the big roar began. here, within the
motionless Mind within ever-in-motion
Light, at the vital heart of the Kosmos,
is a power of attraction, an action
we quaint call Love. from the physicist
and his fuzzy particle, to the artist
and her feel for beauty, Love is the Law.
its gravity is a desire for order and unity
in diversity. since time began not one dot
has been added to nor subtracted from it.
it is now, ever was, and ever shall be
the same. and that is all we know.
and that is all we ever need to know.
poem by Doug Bentley
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From, Thinking and Love!
From to....
Thinking......
Love! ! ! Someone!
This is a powerful verb!
Needs no preposition.
Love! Ready.
Without one, you can also.
They say someone is better
But it can be alone!
He fulfills his role well!
LOVE only when coupled
Loving Someone!
You can not love this, this, this......
You can not love My, Your, Our......
You can only LOVE! in You, for You
There you can!
Then, combine!
Jealous that Verb!
But it also has another verb.
What comes after the LOVE!
Think!
Thinking requires.... something that, in my, in yours, in our!
You also think.... From the Other!
Thinking all is wanting!
At that point! In this combination!
The love does not tolerate such a preposition
Demanding that verb!
Then comes the
FROM!
Birth from thee!
Because you began putting together The Love
and finished with The Think!
Painful this verb!
poem by Mirna Morgan
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Just Look At You Now
You were a flower in a bubble
floating about the place.
You were a flower in a bubble
with the sweetest, shyest face.
You were always pretty and smiling,
and just bounced off ugly things,
but one fine day your bubble burst
and you developed wings.
You became ready for any occasion,
you dressed either up or down.
Your make up's to shock or horrify,
or to impress in Ya Ya town.
You now design your own wardrobe
and make the items you wear.
Bangles and beads you throw together,
from places you don't declare.
You laugh at the incredibly unfunny,
and stand way out from the crowd.
You were once a flower in a bubble,
poem by Orlando Belo
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X4
must we imagine
a place away from what our hands
have long held as home?
must we still dream of those
islands
with white sands and
exotic rainbow birds?
the feet have rooted and
our bodies are old trees
the fruits are teeming
and ripe for harvest
the migrating birds are
here to be catered
happiness flows here
like springs without winters
everything here is the
fun of summer times
on domestic dreams
sleep have i,
clipped wings, bubble
world
here is this chosen
earthly eternity
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Each book, intuitively sensed and, in the case of fiction, intuitively worked out, stands on what has gone before, and grows out of it. I feel that at any stage of my literary career it could have been said that the last book contained all the others.
quote by V.S. Naipaul
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Part
Of something, separate, not
Whole; a role, something to play
While one is separate or parting;
Also a piece, a section, as in
Part of me is here, part of me
Is missing; an essential portion,
Something falling to someone
In division; a particular voice
Or instrument (also the score
For it), or line of music;
The line where the hair
Is parted. A verb: to break
Or suffer the breaking of,
Become detached,
Broken; to go from, leave,
Take from, sever, as in
Lord, part me from him,
I cannot bear to ever
poem by Phillis Levin
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Hello, Rainbow!
Rainbow, Rainbow
that was her nickname.
A name she had obtained,
for all the colors she'd appreciate.
Rainbow, Rainbow
that was her calling
to come out in style to show the worlds vibrant.
Rainbow, Rainbow
they laughed at her colors
said she was different
not normal like others.
Rainbow, Rainbow
they took her as a joke.
Just a mere girl looking for attention you know?
Rainbow, Rainbow
lover of rain
not a care in the world of what other people say.
Rainbow, Rainbow
she started too change
The world saw her brightly
now shes all black and grey.
Rainbow, Rainbow
why goes this way.
We've all secretly loved you.
So why not stay the same!
Rainbow, Rainbow
you bring us joy
You shed light too our day.
So go back to your ways
Rainbow, Rainbow
we appreciate your love!
We see differently now
so stay who you are.
Rainbow, Rainbow!
That's who I am.
A girl of 14
who is oddly at best.
Rainbow, Rainbow!
Everyone calls me that.
I'm just a use for you all
, but i don't mind that.
Rainbow, Rainbow
A mirror image I am.
A reflection of colors
that most people don't understand.
Rainbow, Rainbow
you called my name?
Why hello I'm here.
To shed light to your day
poem by Michelle Mawyin
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From Among The Sands
from among the sands of the shore
and you must accept there are trillions and trillions of them there
you have the guts to tell all of them
that you are not like them
that you are this diamond
admired by emerald and sapphire
and that gold is inferior
the mighty sun shines everyday above the trillions of your kind &
it is not bothered at all
it does not know you &
finds nothing significant about your claim for self-claim for glamor & glitter
need i tell you Mr. grain of sand
that a grain of sand is and will always be a good-for-nothing grain of sand?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Credit crunch(I.O.U)
Trillions gone, trillions in hide
Expansions hold depression’s curse
Sooting promises, calming pills
Ailing patient seems to get worse
My Dream of Iris
I dreamt I cast an overarching path
Of coloured scales
Thriving on the solar rays that play upon
The waning of the storm –
I’d thrown a filmy avenue to reconnect
Empyrean with humankind!
Elated, I flitted through refracted hues –
Those from watery spheres that
Fan the iridescent prism.
And more: shimmering sprites in dance atop the spray
Conveyed adieus to gods
Departing for their hallowed visitation…
I woke and pined anon,
Begging Iris: ‘Be so kind and
Take us on your wing to new endeavours –
Show that nothing in the ether tempers you!
And every time you render us a rainbow,
See it fires a lust for zest anew! ’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Grammar Lesson
A noun's a thing. A verb's the thing it does.
An adjective is what describes the noun.
In "The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz"
of and with are prepositions. The's
an article, a can's a noun,
a noun's a thing. A verb's the thing it does.
A can can roll - or not. What isn't was
or might be, might meaning not yet known.
"Our can of beets is filled with purple fuzz"
is present tense. While words like our and us
are pronouns - i.e. it is moldy, they are icky brown.
A noun's a thing; a verb's the thing it does.
Is is a helping verb. It helps because
filled isn't a full verb. Can's what our owns
in "Our can of beets is filled with purple fuzz."
See? There's almost nothing to it. Just
memorize these rules...or write them down!
A noun's a thing, a verb's the thing it does.
The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz.
poem by Steve Kowit
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Flattening Bubble...
I am neither,
a living or a nonliving,
Neither born nor die,
Where can I find and see,
Sea and sky
Men and woman,
Everywhere the same
Fatherless, motherless,
Brotherless,
Sisterless,
Friendless,
Formless,
Nameless,
Truth shines;
The father
The mother,
The brother,
The sister,
the friend of all,
Truth shines;
Everywhere? Anywhere?
Now and then?
Whenever I need
Wherever I call,
Wherever I forget
My ego and limitations,
No, I am that infinitesimal bubble,
Floating with infinite number of infinite number of infinitesimal bubbles
On that fathomless bottomless ocean!
But when that air of ego that fills the bubble less and less,
The bubble that flatten and touches the ocean to become one with that!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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After the verb 'to Love,' 'to Help' is the most beautiful verb in the world.
quote by Bertha von Suttner
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The basic needs
If you don’t have one
Wonder if you come
When you don’t come home,
It is a basic need.
If you don’t have one
Listen to the feelings
You want to share with,
It is a basic need.
If you don’t have one
Attend you away
In case you fall sick,
It is a basic need.
Food, clothes, shelter
Alone aren’t the basic needs.
22.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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