Truth is here
Truth is here in the history
In the civilisation fully
Resumed and it is a poem.
The relation we have made
With the stone with the flower
With the bird with the sky
Not ours.
The truth is in our
Poetic world ours only ours
And we move forward
In search of another world
That is purely poetic
Purely in truth
Purely in peace
Purely in harmony.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Yet humanitarianism is not a purely Christian movement any more than it is a purely humanist one.
quote by Christopher Dawson
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There Will Never Be Another
There will never be another
Who will love me like you.
There will never be another
Who could hold me, mold me.
There will never be another
Who could love me purely.
No, there will never be another
Who has loved me like you.
And I know that there will never be another love
Who could ever be the love that you are.
cause you had so much to lose, but still you gave it up
For your scars.
But thats the way you are.
And if I spent my life attending universities,
Educated in the wisdom of men,
And if I could even quote a guy like socrates,
Even then,
I couldnt comprehend
That there will never be another
Who will love me like you.
There will never be another
Who could hold me, mold me.
There will never be another
Who could love me purely.
No, there will never be another
Who has loved me like you.
And I know Ill never understand the mystery
If I live to be a hundred and three,
How you died to live the love you give to me.
That there will never be another
Who will love me like you.
There will never be another
Who could hold me, mold me.
There will never be another
Who could love me purely.
No, there will never be another
Who has loved me like you.
There will never be another
Who has loved me like you.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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All that's left now is purely poetic work, putting more life into individual places, as I've made so sure of the fundamental mood and dimension of expression that it won't leave me groping around in uncertainty any more.
quote by Oskar Kokoschka
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Full truth
What we know may not be full truth
As there lies no proof
Yet we believe in great principles
Fully grabbed by teachers and disciples
No one has reached that stage
And possible one may know after reaching the age
It may be too late to come and realize
Yet it must console self and oblige
Why birth and rebirth arguments come to the fore?
It has never been discussed this before
We are not aware of its true philosophy
It is secret weapon of almighty
The day you may come to know
You will discard the world and go
To seek the refuge from holy soul
Then there won’t be fear for any foul
It is not seeking salvation
It has not link or relation
It is purely getting rid of bondage
Then rewrite the experience on new page
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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But the first differentiation of its reflection in the manifested World is purely Spiritual, and the Beings generated in it are not endowed with a consciousness that has any relation to the one we conceive of.
quote by H.P. Blavatsky
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I remember how being young and black and gay and lonely felt. A lot of it was fine, feeling I had the truth and the light and the key, but a lot of it was purely hell.
quote by Audre Lorde
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On the Question of Loyalty
Nothing doubt
to figure out,
no fissure gives
a crack to hesitate,
purely in chastity,
why question.
all the trust flings,
nothing to question,
trust is the answer.
Comfortable spirit,
rest much the brain,
night is a great friend,
no unthinkable trouble,
then one day
the world cracks
of the newly found
truth, the truth of a traitor
to break the trust it gives,
yet the question lies,
what's the rating of
your loyalty?
nobody knows
except you!
poem by Susan T. Aparejo
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Truth - Wael Moreicheh
TRUTH
LOVE ONLY LOVE
THAT`S FACT OF MOON LIGHT
ORIGIN OF TRUTH
PURELY LIFE UNDER PRESS OF NATURE HUMANE
WITH HIS TRUE MIRROR
WAEL MOREICHEH
poem by Wael Moreicheh
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A Man Who Would Woo a Fair Maid
A man who would woo a fair maid,
Should 'prentice himself to the trade;
And study all day,
In methodical way,
How to flatter, cajole, and persuade.
He should 'prentice himself at fourteen
And practise from morning to e'en;
And when he's of age,
If he will, I'll engage,
He may capture the heart of a queen!
It is purely a matter of skill,
Which all may attain if they will:
But every Jack
He must study the knack
If he wants to make sure of his Jill!
If he's made the best use of his time,
His twig he'll so carefully lime
That every bird
Will come down at his word.
Whatever its plumage and clime.
He must learn that the thrill of a touch
May mean little, or nothing, or much;
It's an instrument rare,
To be handled with care,
And ought to be treated as such.
It is purely a matter of skill,
Which all may attain if they will:
But every Jack,
He must study the knack
If he wants to make sure of his Jill!
Then a glance may be timid or free;
It will vary in mighty degree,
From an impudent stare
To a look of despair
That no maid without pity can see.
And a glance of despair is no guide -
It may have its ridiculous side;
It may draw you a tear
Or a box on the ear;
You can never be sure till you've tried.
It is purely a matter of skill,
Which all may attain if they will:
But every Jack
He must study the knack
If he wants to make sure of his Jill!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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poem by David Keig
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To A Snowflake
What heart could have thought you? --
Past our devisal
(O filigree petal!)
Fashioned so purely,
Fragilely, surely,
From what Paradisal
Imagineless metal,
Too costly for cost?
Who hammered you, wrought you,
From argentine vapor? --
"God was my shaper.
Passing surmisal,
He hammered, He wrought me,
From curled silver vapor,
To lust of His mind --
Thou could'st not have thought me!
So purely, so palely,
Tinily, surely,
Mightily, frailly,
Insculped and embossed,
With His hammer of wind,
And His graver of frost."
poem by Francis Thompson
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
Whether I sound like Sammy or not is purely coincidence. You have got to hand it to him, he sings his ass off. There is no moss on that stone.
quote by Gary Cherone
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I didn't start this project anticipating that I could stop the world from changing. I purely wanted to create a visual document that reminds us and generations to come of how beautiful the human world once was.
quote by Jimmy Nelson
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A Tiger from Woods
There was a tiger in the woods
Who was expert in finding his foods
In chasing holes, he was number one
So he would indulged in all kind of funs
Oft he would go alone for hunt
And killed his preys while making grunts
He used to share spoils with tigresses
And would also play with their tresses
The offal he would bring for his wife
Which she ate without complain or strife
One day she caught him sharing his spoils
And her blood suddenly came to a boil
She attacked in rage and tore his flesh
And tiger's wanton life was in mess
He is yet to come out of the woods
And the tigress too is in sombre mood.
Disclaimer: The characters, emotions, ideas, events, concept, plot and thoughts, mentioned in this poem are purely fictitious and any resemblance to person living, dead or invisible is purely coincidental and unintentional.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
06/12/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Soyinka, At The Tip Of My Hair
I don't really
consider myself
a poet,
it just came out
purely by accident.
i just fell down
from a
stair
down to the
grassy ground
and that started
the first poem
to another poem to another poem
like a stair leading me
to nowhere
but there is no
fear really
just this
sense of comfort
and beauty
all around the dusk
and twilights
of my moments
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The cultivation of sensibility on purely personal lines may, in fact, be the very worst training for a world where only the corporate and the cooperative will matter.
quote by John Grierson
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My thought my poem
My thought my poem
Not classical.
My thought my poem
Is mine and
It is yours and
It is scientific
It is pragmatic
It is realistic
and it is
Purely practical.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Generally I don't like doing remakes, but I think that's more in the cynical world of Hollywood where normally remakes are purely for commercial reasons.
quote by Gerard Butler
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Au Naturel
If nudists were the world's queens and kings,
And the entire land was purely sand,
We'd all live in beach castles
Learning to dance and sing
Au naturel.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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