I've never been uncomfortable putting my heart on display, my feelings on display, certainly with an audience.
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Sometimes Your Eyes Can Display Your Feelings
Sometimes your eyes can display your feelings,
sometimes a moment is balanced in silence,
when something unseen speaks.
Sometimes your eyes can display your feelings
when love accepts the smallest thing as being right,
when we learn deeper things from that, which is unsaid,
Sometimes your eyes can display your feelings,
sometimes a moment is balanced in silence.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Pathos Of Love
O Pathos of Love! You are a glossy pearl
Beware, you should not appear among strangers
The theatre of your display is concealed under the veil
The modern audience' eye accepts only the visible display
New breeze has arrived in the Existence' garden
O Pathos of Love! Now there is no pleasure in display
Beware! You should not be striving for ostentation!
You should not be obligated to the nightingale's lament!
The tulip's wine‐cup should be devoid of wine
The dew's tear should be a mere dropp of water
Your secret should be hidden in the bosom somewhere
Your heart‐melting tear should not be your betrayer
The flowery‐styled poet's tongue should not be talking
Separation's complaint should not be concealed in flute's music
This age is a critic, go and somewhere conceal yourself
In the heart in which you are residing conceal yourself
The learning's surprise is neglecting you, beware!
Your immature eye is not the seeker of Truth, beware
Let the elegant thought remain in search of Truth
Let your wisdom‐loving eye remain in astonishment
This is not the garden whose spring you may be
This is not the audience worthy of your appearance
This audience is the lover of the material sights
The purpose of your sight is the closet of secrecy
Every heart is intoxicated with the wine of thinking
Something different is the Tur of the Kalims of this age
poem by Allama Muhammad Iqbal
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Display
We shall display the souls of our nation
Like the military affairs and the fountain of our choice.
It runs like honey from France, the nation that became
A nation.
Justice defends me, as my word is a problem
And theft is a disorder, theft is allowed.
We shall display the souls of men and women
Who bare children in the soil, in the ground of desire.
Display and proffer as answers remain conclusive
By the leaders of the deep abode,
The house of command and commitment is made on it.
Display is the fountain of belief.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Impromptu Fireworks
As, from our local rail station, we made our way,
We were treated to an impromptu firework display.
Upon spying this spectacle, our journey, we briefly stopped,
As fireworks whizzed and whistled and banged and popped.
We just happened to be passing on by,
When, into the sky, we saw fireworks fly.
The display, to us, was totally unexpected;
On my face, excitement could be detected.
We saw many decorative designs of silver, green and red:
One, of which, reminded me, of a seeded dandelion head.
There were many lovely patterns for us to see,
And we saw this amazing spectacle, all for free.
The display had been organised by the local church,
But, onto nearby railings, some people were perched.
We were stood on the opposite side of the road,
As, one by one, the fabulous fireworks flowed.
We had an uninterrupted view, from where we were stood;
I thought the fireworks, that we saw, were really rather good.
All too soon, came the big finale of the firework display,
And after the final big bang, to home, we made our way.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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I don't display emotions. I have every feeling that everyone else has but I've developed ways to suppress them. Anger is one of my most comfortable feelings.
quote by 50 Cent
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To the evening primrose
There’s a flower that blooms snow white,
that only unfolds its petals at night
as if its been charmed by the magical moon
while it hides its face in the daylight.
Its beauty is only known
in times of darkness, when it comes to its own.
You remind me of it,
while I only get glimpses, see you bit by bit
while you do display great loveliness,
display a secret air, when you daily retreat.
But tonight there are stars in the sky,
while in the garden I catch your eye.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Then I have a head mounted display which actually was designed for the military to do synchronized building entries and that's looking down at my hands, so projected on the big screen behind me, you can see my hands as I'm putting the tracks together.
quote by Thomas Dolby
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Amber
A Prehistoric Dragon Fly
Encased in amber, on display
Caught my eye as I passed it by
in the museum yesterday.
Encased in amber, as if time
itself was stopped and held at bay.
You will never know decay
Or another summer's day.
You in amber, me in time
Both are trapped and on display.
You in resin are enshrined,
while I am seen encased in rhyme.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Dinky Stinks
With all of their 'intelligence'
Little of it is spent...
In a display of common sense.
And 'whatever' they display...
None of it makes sense anyway!
Why is it they believe,
Most people aren't aware,
And many of those who are aware...
Protect it from them,
With such absolute care?
And those who pretend,
It is 'all' about them...
Think without them we would sink!
Or be brought to the brink!
But strip them of their trinkets...
They are just dinky stinks!
And as soon as their turmoil,
Is removed from the air...
This atmosphere,
Will begin to quickly clear!
'Whew...
Stay away.
You need to pray.
Everyday!
But...way over there.
No! Not here.
And not just on Sunday! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Artist or Hurt(ist)
Artists have special tastes
They display their talents
To please the
Audience, if direct
Viewers, readers, if away
Their creations never meant
To hurt others
Their works invariably trigger an
Excitement among their fans
And in less artful general public
A wonder at the marvel outcome of
An extraordinary imagination and
Its delighting display
Artful creators invade the hearts
Of all, cutting across region or religion
A tasteful art form
Penetrates hearts of people
Of even less learned level
Cartoonists too fall in the category
Despite their spicy displays for their
Demonstration of wit
And extended interpretation
Of a personality or an event
Art touches the hearts
Cleanses it off ill feelings
And some creations
Educate and enlighten
Real art is one, which has common appeal
And even after a snap-shot exposure to it
People fall in love with the creation
There is no hidden intension in an art
There is no vulgarity in an art
There is no belittling of some person/sect nor a faith in an art
Artistic creation
Loses its status
If found to have hurting elements
To be depicting biased versions of reality
And to have been created of bad taste
With a seemingly draw-attention intent
Despite the excellence and the social acclaim of the artist,
Creator of such arts
Does not deserve to be called an artist
But, yes
You may brand such a person a hurt(ist)
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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In The Market Of Ideas...
in the market there are good apples,
luscious ones and we buy them and we do not regret
the money that we part with,
there are rotten ones, who buys them must be fools
ditto with our creations,
we think what we make are the best
in the market of ideas
we rely on the proof of the goodness when others begin to buy
what we display
we think they are best
but look at the flies, look at the the emptiness of the market place
smell the stink,
then we decide not to display at all
we keep what we make as our own
after all, it is ours, and we protect them in our homes
not for sale
but for domestic consumption
we do not wish to compete
we are home now and then we are happier this way.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Moods Consistent With The Times
Sometimes it is best,
Not to express feelings...
Of being elated on a daily basis.
Since some people who nurture,
Their bad attitudes persistently...
And...
In moods consistent with the times,
Would prefer to think...
Those who make attempts,
To display no contempt outwardly...
Are actually the ones out of their minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You want the audience to be uncomfortable.
quote by Richard Thompson
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My Wonderful Wife
'I'm just me.' says she, but there's so much more.
She's just the one I have been looking for.
If I traveled the whole world round,
There's no one better I could have found.
She calls herself 'a gentle soul'.
Scores of friends attest to her role.
She hopes no one again breaks her heart.
Thank God she stold mine from the start.
Those gorgeous eyes and generous smile
Display an always-positive style.
She cares and cares and cares a lot...
And loves and loves with all she's got.
Her tears always a blink away
Belie her tenderness on display
For others less fortunate with life.
How lucky I am that she's my wife.
Everyone's birthday receives her card.
She always remembers and tries hard
To give every chance she can
And thinks of others time and again.
Her faith has been a guiding light
As she lives her beliefs and will fight
To help others whenever they appear.
She’s my life. I'm so grateful she's here.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Ride With Idol
Try to remember those ancient evenings
When all we had was just enough.
Now the pretender knows why the king is screaming.
The grief was finally just too much.
Im going to ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
Over my shoulder, I know theyre waiting.
Their dirty hands are everywhere.
And as they get closer all the pretense is fading.
The face beneath the skin is bare.
So now I ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage, oh yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
I can never learn to say no.
Wont they ever let me go?
[guitar interlude]
Im going to ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage. oh yeah, yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
Ride with the idol,
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage. oh yeah, yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame (fade)
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Ride With The Idol
Try to remember those ancient evenings
When all we had was just enough.
Now the pretender knows why the king is screaming.
The grief was finally just too much.
Im going to ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
Over my shoulder, I know theyre waiting.
Their dirty hands are everywhere.
And as they get closer all the pretense is fading.
The face beneath the skin is bare.
So now I ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage, oh yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
I can never learn to say no.
Wont they ever let me go?
[guitar interlude]
Im going to ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage. oh yeah, yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
Ride with the idol,
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage. oh yeah, yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame (fade)
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Emotive Language
If she passed, would mine break?
Would there be any display
or curtain's not even close
of being drawn?
would the body shake,
what about the legs, would they tremble?
Fear of loss, would that play
an important role
or the recollection of neglect,
Foil grief's solo performance
No water work display
a sigh followed by smile's farewell
could the reaction of "Oh well"
be considered a heartless act?
Not a dropp will fall, but will contemplate
while a smile appears
although it's never seemed like it
these words goodbye
also mean that I'm going to miss you
poem by Kelvin Owusu
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I used to have trouble in front of an audience. I felt uncomfortable.
quote by Robert Goulet
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Nurturing This to Have It Grow Like It Grew
Remember...
When the clouds of regret,
Begin descending to fret...
All opportunity to correct this,
Has been exhausted.
Everything you own,
Will seem valueless!
Unworthy to be shown.
But all is not lost!
There has to be 'some' decisions you made
Pleasing your heart...
That did not require a purchase from the start!
To impress.
With a lease, rental or mortgage to digest!
If you are happy within,
With a peace of mind you can display...
What else is more satisfying than that?
Today...
Many are holding onto impressions!
Possessions they can least afford.
Accompanied by confessions that bore.
Today...
Many are abandoning their happiness in 'things'!
Today...
If you are happy within,
With a peace of mind you can display...
Know today you can say,
What you have is completely yours!
And foreclosure or repossession,
Is not coming your way!
Today.
Not for what took you long to pursue.
Nurturing this to have it grow like it grew...
For you,
Today!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Are Many In Relationships Still Waiting For It
Trust is a creation that is developed over time.
Anyone believing it should be found immediately,
Should scratch that off of their list of preferences.
And 'demanding' that to be a priority.
Trust developed comes.
Like a respect that is given that becomes understood.
Even though a trust is wished...
There are many in relationships still waiting for it.
With a keeping of it away...
In the hopes that it comes to display itself,
Without them putting forth any effort.
And these are the people who mostly deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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