
I like geography. I like to know where places are.
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In the sun
A dog is a dog
And a bird is a bird.
I m flying like bird
and guard my house
like dog.
Dog and bird friends
And in the open field
both want to study
geography.
Geography differs
from person to person
from history to history
from time to time.
And in future
geography melt
like fog in the sun.
poem by Gajanan Mishra

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The art of biography is different from geography. Geography is about maps, but biography is about chaps.
quote by Edmund Clerihew Bentley

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Soul Dance
I will dance with you
It will be the dance of my soul
I will be open and honest
Show you my inner being
I will trust you
Take you to places in my soul that have been broken and restored
Places that cause pain and healing
Places that have hated and loved
Places I have forgotten and remembered
Places I have not visited in a long time and places I go every day
I will dance with you the dance of my soul
And feel your soul dance with mine to those same places in yours
poem by Mandi Ducroq

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Everything has to do with geography.
quote by Judy Martz

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Sometimes I think war is God's way of teaching us geography.
quote by Paul Rodriguez

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Places in the Heart
There are places in the heart,
that are still unmarred by
understanding -
those places that we have
kept hidden for so long
from all those prying eyes,
prowling in the darkness -
There are places in the heart,
filled with childhood memories
of laughter and joy,
hope and new beginnings,
those places that we revisit
secretly and tenderly,
those places that make us
feel alive again -
There are places in the heart
that know no boundaries,
no limitations, but unrestrained
happiness of a smiling child,
filled with wonder and love
for the world, feeling both
godlike and tiny, overtaken
by the invisible presence
that permeates the moon
and the countless stars -
There are places in the heart,
where life is filled with miracles
and questions lead to more
questions, prompted by infinite
curiosity and the desire to know
the essence of things,
there are places that only
you and I know,
those places that remind us
who we really are -
For we are the essence
of life's joy and discovery,
truth and beauty, love and
tenderness, that penetrates
the cracks of a fractured world,
we are those places in the heart
that know no end and no beginning,
but love and only love,
that sings through us like
warm summer rain.
poem by Alexander Shaumyan

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War is God's way of teaching Americans geography.
quote by Ambrose Bierce

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If some countries have too much history, we have too much geography.
quote by Mackenzie King

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Geography is about maps, but biography is about chaps.
quote by Eric Bentley

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We have 45,000 square miles of geography in Ohio.
quote by Kenneth Blackwell

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If geography is prose, maps are iconography.
quote by Lennart Meri

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Geography has no bearing on it, nor have the interests of the community in which I work.
quote by Yves Tanguy

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Anybody who believes that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach flunked geography.
quote by Robert Byrne

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To me, it seems a dreadful indignity to have a soul controlled by geography.
quote by George Santayana

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Found Poem After News From One Roaming Alaskan Wilderness
.
for Andy
far flung from
Black Mountain,
Charles Olson
in mind, quoth -
'I come back to the geography of it...
An American is a complex of occasions,
themselves a geometry
of spatial nature.' - from 'Maximus to Gloucester, Letter 27'
*
You lost
again,
poor boy,
in way out
places.
Better there
than lost
in familiar
here/now
such is NYC,
East 10th
street soothed,
sore -
red wine,
air conditioned
poems
Writing (is)
bitterness
mixed,
prayer,
such is
personal
geography.
Stunned
how life can
somehow go
but one can
either resist
or flow
with it
feeling
Deity
(is)
the
Greater Current
ripping all
cloying maps,
clawing hand
from roots
on the bank
worn by
Greater Intention.
One relents
may like
Jonah lie
spent,
still defiant
under
withered
gourd vines
such are
poem-shades.
Still,
the dreaded
Nineveh volks
repenteth.
Not I.
No 'shed I'
but
El Shaddai.**
Effective, what?
Indeed, more
God's work
than my
half-hearted
attempt to
convert rivers,
alter courses,
egos,
when
mine own
is still
wrenched
in Sacred Grip.
All's well
that ends
swell or is
swollen
with a
modicum
of sensation.
Can't wait
to hear of
travels
Klondike
&
more
tis boon
to read of
just here.
Ah to be
anywhere
but here
but intent
is to bear
this where
enduring why,
still celebrating
breath,
sky,
sidewalk
generously
allowing
my weight.
**Hebrew for 'God of the mountain', & 'God Almighty'.
The root word 'shadad' (ש ד ד ;) means 'to overpower'
or 'to destroy'. This would give Shaddai the meaning
of 'destroyer', representing one of the aspects of God
poem by Warren Falcon

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The Dreams of Un-forbidden
I used to dream
Dream of places with endless skies
Dream of places with high mountains
Dream of places with low clouds
Dream of the place I am living in
But nobody dares dream here
Here is the place
Where the men have no hope
Where woman walk without a soul
Where children’s laughter
No longer bounces off the walls
This is my home
And I have no shame
Even when I roam
To the places so hidden
I wish it to be the un-forbidden
poem by Jackie Emley

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When I was in the fourth grade, I became intensely interested in geography and I learned it well.
quote by Clyde Tombaugh

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Parameter Shortfall
165cm x 50 kg
Big brown eyes
Too big for a face
Two legs two arms
Body forty
Vital
Looking younger
Surrogate to change
Sensitive to soul growth
IE lg core
Satem parameter
Serbian version
Balkan geography turbulent
Rich diverse multitude
Heals Balkan pain shots
With Balkan ethno balm
Understanding sought
A bunch of professions
Moving beyond jobs
Lungs full of air
Fly flight nests of the sky
See beautiful people
In ugly torn faces
The sun passes them by
Milks them yellow golden ray
But the human cannot
Pass them by that way
Reach the end of travels
Perhaps survive
Be that living pearl spat out
By the Dead Sea
Every place becomes a home
A bit of spirit sealed in the places
Never left
A bit of spirit sealed in the places
Never seen
Embrace them all
Marina might find you guilty
Of laughter in the world falling apart
Even though you’ve seen
A lot of pain as well
And made to choose
Call it a call or a mission
Those two words you’re always
So suspicious about
Call it a call or a mission
Without recognition
Makes no difference at all
As long as
There’s a principle of joy
Appealing to a few
Brave enough to share a smile
poem by Miroslava Odalovic

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My Home
How do I find my way back?
I've strayed too far from home.
I've gone so many places
for so many days.
I've even been to Rome.
I have seen so many sights now.
It seems to me that somehow
that every place I've ever seen
were places in-between
from the place that is my home.
My search for brand new places
and all those other places
never filled the gap
as I crossed the map,
so far from my sweet home.
For I missed the landscape,
the place that I grew up in.
The old familiar faces
were not in the places I've been.
And now I must retrace my steps.
I've searched this world all over.
Too long I've been a rover.
I'll take a trip on back
for I'm on the wrong track.
I wonder what I'll find at my home?
Nothing seems the same now.
Familiarity has changed somehow,
except for the peace I feel around me.
'Cause in my memory I still can see
the place that is my home.
poem by Edwina Reizer

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West And East
A name is west and the thought behind this name is east,
I call it geography that stands out before the very feast.
poem by Naveed Akram

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