Poetry Postulate M-R-T
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Everything is a metaphor
everything a clue;
where one and one isn't always two.
Nothing is ever disconnected
each individual reality is true.
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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Is letting go a metaphor?
what is letting go -
letting go of grief?
the serenity of letting go?
(must be a bad metaphor)
losing represents letting go of control
I need to understand this 'letting go'
is it a metaphor for facing the inevitable?
breathing as a metaphor for living
'the practice of pruning wine vines'
is that a metaphor for letting go?
surrender. reaching towards the future
if you'll excuse another bad metaphor...
'the last of the sand is pouring...'
onion metaphors are stripped down to the core
letting go is a metaphor for acceptance
is acceptance a metaphor for failure?
'The freedom of letting go'
that does sound grand
letting go is not for the faint-hearted
my hands and heart are tired from letting go
so many times over
examine why metaphor is not
a substitute for the literal
letting go is
a metaphor
for goodbye
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poem by Terri Turrell
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Morning Thoughts
a true education
reveals the sameness
in the human condition.
a free society
allows the individual
to be individual.
a real community
is as responsible
for the least as for
the most...
the concept of freedom
becomes a reality
when based in mutual respect.
equality demands
equal effort!
how hard is this
for us to understand?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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For I Am A Metaphor
'For i am a Metaphor
For i am free as a bird
wiser than wise itself
brighter than a sun gama ray
FOR I AM A METAPHOR
for i love like the word
think like einstein
dream like Martin
FOR I AM A METAPHOR
For i smell like success
Achieve like achievers
and soar like number 23
FOR I AM A METAPHOR
for i deliver like mailmen
determine like focus
and prosper like underdogs
FOR I......AM.....A METAPHOR'
By: Kottrell Johnson
poem by Kottrell Johnson
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The Poem Is A Metaphor
THE POEM IS A METAPHOR
The Poem is a Metaphor
It means ‘the world’
It means ‘all that there is’
It means ‘the soul’
It means ‘our deepest feeling’.
The Poem is a Metaphor
It is more than what it just appears to be
It takes on a life of its own
It says more than it can define itself as
The Poem is a Metaphor
And it itself does not understand
Where it began and how it will end
And whether or not
It should always be rewritten.
The Poem is a Metaphor
And we too are metaphors
That will vanish one day
When all the real Poems
Pretend to still be here.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Left Empty
Acid people
strung out
but high on reality
talking with a metal mouth
when they lose control
from there nemesis
My night vision
becomes an epic tale
and my reflections
are true to myself
in a crazy world of metaphor...
poem by Shai Cherry
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Past The Adolescent Childish Age
Some refuse today to comprehend or face,
That they're...
Past the adolescent.
Past the adolescent.
Past the adolescent,
Childish age.
Some sit with wishes they could duplicate,
Those...
Adolescent.
Their adolescent days,
Long faded away.
They are,
Trapped and disconnected.
Trapped and disconnected.
Trapped and disconnected,
Broken from decay.
Some sit with wishes they could duplicate,
Their adolescent days.
But they're,
Past the adolescent.
Past the adolescent.
Past the adolescent,
Childish age.
And
They
Are...
Trapped and disconnected.
Trapped and disconnected.
Trapped and disconnected,
Broken from decay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Haven't A Clue
I haven't a clue of what to do.
Even though I know it's true.
Anxiety fills my body through.
The thought of rejection makes me blue.
Although the thought of success pushes me to.
Should I take the chance to find romance?
Or should I just pull back from this uncertain dance?
I want it bad. I'm going mad.
If you reject me I'll feel sad.
I haven't a clue of where to go.
The coming of it seems so slow.
Massive impatience inside me grows.
Despair and hoplessness greatly flow.
If it's time how will I know?
I haven't a clue of what to say.
All the answers come in shades of gray.
I can't continue in this awful play.
It seems I'm bound to lose in every way.
I haven't a clue now what I'll do.
I guess I'll sit here like a fool.
Never moving for what's cool.
I haven't the balls to claim this jewel.
Where to go and what to do?
All I can say is I haven't a clue.
poem by Michael McParland
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Disconnected
sometime i can see the world
by staring through your dark and misty eyes
i dont want to hear the words
or anything you know you cant deny
everytime i feel myself rejected
disconnected, from everything thats real
everybody needs to feel respected
not disconnected
only in my dreams i feel protected
this is reflected in all that I believe
everybody needs to feel respected
not disconnected
i dont want to hear the sound
of your wide world when it comes crashing down
i can only help you if you're sure
you want to keep me hangin' round
i will only hear the sound
of your wide world when it comes crashing down
i can only help you
if you're sure you want to keep me hangin' round
only in my dreams i feel protected
this is reflected in all that I believe
everybody needs to feel respected
not disconnected
everytime i feel myself rejected
disconnected, from everythings that real
everybody needs to feel respected
not disconnected
only in my dreams i feel protected
this is reflected in all that I believe
everybody needs to feel respected
not disconnected
everytime i feel myself rejected
disconnected, from everythings that real
everybody needs to feel respected
not disconnected
song performed by by Simple Minds
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True, the initial ideas are in general those of an individual, but the establishment of the reality and truth is in general the work of more than one person.
quote by Willard Libby
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Disconnected
Beat it boy I found another
He knows me just like my mother
My tempremental sides
The reasons I dispised
Loving you
So hows it feel to be hung out there
To be the one who doesnt know where
Everything went wrong
And why I wrote this song
Just for you
You used to be my happy ever after
But now I know that nothing is forever
You and me
Was misery
I pushed reset
We disconnected
I used to think you were everything
I would need
But now I know youre the crush
That coulda killed me
Save your breath
cause Im not upset
Im just over it
And we disconnected
Dont look at me like youre confused
And you cant believe I left you
Like youre some amazing prize
That depends whos eyes youre seeing through
cos when I see you Im reminded
Of all the wrongs you never righted
Underneath your cool
Hope youre drowning in a pool
Youve fallen in
cos you cant swim
You used to be my happy ever after
But now I know that nothing is forever
You and me
Was misery
I pushed reset
We disconnected
I used to think you were everything
I would need
But now I know youre the crush
That coulda killed me
Save your breath
cause Im not upset
Im just over it
And we disconnected
Take back your rollercoaster of a life
I found a better way to waste my time
You used to be my happy ever after
But now I know that nothing is forever
You and me
Was misery
I pushed reset
We disconnected
I used to think you were everything
I would need
But now I know youre the crush
That coulda killed me
Save your breath
cause Im not upset
Im just over it
And we disconnected
song performed by by Kelly Osbourne
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The True Church Aspires To Reach Up To God
I believe in honour God all the best people do
to truly believe in God an individual must
believe in self because true Kingdom of God
is within you. To truly believe in worship God
an individual must love respect others as self
to raise inspire lift others up towards our God.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Poem Is A Metaphor/ For Whatever The Poet Needs It To Be
THE POEM IS A METAPHOR / FOR WHATEVER THE POET NEEDS IT TO BE
The Poem is a Metaphor
For whatever the poet needs it to be-
It need not know its own name
Or its destination-
It simply may suddenly appear
And take us to a place we’ve never been,
To a connection we never would have found on our own.
The Metaphor is a vehicle of transport for the Soul
And he who spells it out literally
Grounds it.
Why then oh why is this where we all be?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Poetry Is A Metaphor
Poetry is a metaphor
For beauty
For deepest feeling
For light
For all kinds of dreams we may not know the name of-
Poetry is a metaphor
For life at its most intense
Poetry is a metaphor for Poetry.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Stuck In Between Floors
An elevator stuck in between floors,
Will stay where it is.
Until it is fixed.
Or someone who rides inside of it,
Recognizes a maintenance is needed.
And as soon as this is done,
A performance is returned as is expected.
To dissipate an impatience.
However,
If someone is inside and can not recognize,
They are stuck in between floors...
And ignores to be assisted,
By pushing an emergency button...
To obtain much needed help.
It may be already too late...
To get these doors to open on the right floor!
'Have you made any attempts to use a metaphor,
Before? '
~No I haven't.
How can that help me? ~
'It will give me an idea you understand its usage.
Giving me 'something' to clarify where you are.'
~I don't have a clue.~
'I hear your voice.
But I don't follow you at all.
Hopefully,
You will be rescued in due time.'
~How long will that take? ~
'I don't have a clue.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be The Truth
How do you write down thoughts
If they don’t consist of words sought
Colliding with reality in a pool of metaphor
Complying with regulations more and more
To take the glimmer from a crystal
Replacing it with ammunition of a pistol
Shadows bring light
You missed the connecting flight
Overwhelmed by the pace of the earth
And the miraculous concept of birth
The center precedes the core
The water ripples to the shore
Sail into tomorrow’s spirit
Love will endeavor if you let it
Cheating and lies would not exist
If tests were not thought to insist
The true façade under the veil
Being true to ones’ self – it’s impossible to fail.
poem by Jaymie Lanera
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The Aeroplane Flies High
Love is a sentimental heart
Life is a sentimental way
Spy the fragile heart so cursed
As he walks across this earth
I'm disconnected by your smile
Disconnect a million miles
And what you promised me
I hope will set you free
I'm disconnected by your smile
And all I gave to you is lost
And all you took from me is lost
Black wings carry me so high
Up to meet you in the sky
I'm disconnected by your smile
Disconnect a million miles
And what you promised me
I hope will set you free
I'm disconnected by your smile
Wishing you were real to me
Wishing i could make believe
I'll take my secrets to the grave
Safely held beneath the waves
Always knew I couldn't save
Always knew I couldn't save you
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins from The Aeroplane Flies High
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Roads Apart
roads became apart
when one's ethics, true friendship and knowledge distilled are different and lifves are disconnected
Their scrambled attention spans struck me as a metaphor for the way we get our doses of reality these days.
quote by Bill Griffith
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There Is No Such Thing As An Individual
She looked at me
and asked.
'What is your answer? '
I was startled
and caught up short.
Simple question.
But I did not know
what the answer was.
'Who am I'?
I blurted out
vying for time;
I gave her my name
narrowing it to the millions
of Jim Jones in the world.
But am I my name?
She said
What else.?
'I am Hedi's Father
and Lisa's husband'
but before this response rolled away
into silence
I knew it wasn't enough.
So who else?
'I like hockey' I said
and knew even this
fell short.
How do I single out
the Me among millions?
What could I say
without out offering
fingerprints or DNA?
What would you say?
Maybe I should have given her
an address.
Only I live there.
But my address
is not my essence.
So who
in fact
is the I-
the me,
that I see-
as individual
and precious?
I really didn't
at that point
have an answer.
What about achievements?
.
How many individuals have
my job
and my name?
Fewer still.
This at least narrows it.
But then
the thought came;
I am not an individual.
I am the Me that
has a family and a history
a genealogy;
only me
has that.
I am not an individual
but a person
who can be identified
in the web of relationships
which surround me;
have surrounded me;
which in the end
have defined me.
I am not an individual.
I am all the people who
have influenced me-
nurtured me been kind to me or hurtful.
So there is then
this myth of the individual
which is not so.
But if this is not true
is it not so that much
of society and indeed Democracy itself
is premised
on the creating the conditions
for individual expression;
individual growth?
Is this premise correct
and the individual lives;
or is it that more real
is society and social relationships.?
So which is which?
But then again, one cannot touch society.
Confusing no?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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That's How Disconnected 'Some' People Are
The best way to keep a happiness achieved,
Is to remember...
How it was obtained.
Since many who envy it,
Believe what one has...
Can be purchased at a flea market.
Or received by way of a fling at a bar!
And they are upset,
A bargain was uncovered...
Before they got the opportunity to flaunt it themselves.
That's how disconnected from reality,
'Some' people are!
The others automatically assume it's fresh dicreeted sex.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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