Quatrain #484 - There is no such thing as.......
There is no such thing as nothing
because nothing doesn’t really exist,
and all those who think of nothing
in ignorance they may then persist.
poem by George Krokos
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The Ant
A sixty feet long ant
With a hat on its head,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant pulling a cart
Full of penguins and ducks
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant speaking French,
Speaking Latin and Javanese,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
Hey! Why not?
poem by Robert Desnos from Storysongs (Chantefables) (1945), translated by Dan CostinaÅŸ
Submitted by Dan CostinaÅŸ
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What Do You Do?
What do you do when the one you love
doesn't know you exist?
Do you look from afar or gather resolve
and quietly persist?
Should you pine in your heart
for all of your days?
Should you cry in your dreams
to the maker you praise?
I think the answer should always be
to let your love be known.
Be the Romeo or the Juliet.
Don't let love die alone.
Be courageous and daring where love's concerned.
Never keep it inside.
For the one you love must know you exist
and your heart must know you tried.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CII: little thing
Little thing sometimes forgotten, but it doesn’t mean it’s not important
Little thing sometimes neglected, but it doesn’t mean it’s not affecting
Little thing sometimes missed, but it doesn’t mean it’s not a threat
Little thing sometimes underestimated, but it doesn’t mean it’s not treating
Little thing sometimes ignored, but it doesn’t mean it’s disappeared
Little thing sometimes trifling, but it doesn’t mean it’s not needed
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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You Can't Make What Doesn't Work
You can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If it is clear to me,
My life's just fine without it.
I want to say that,
You can't make what doesn't work...
For me exist.
When my happiness,
Doesn't depend on it.
I have my own beliefs,
That satisifies my every need.
The memories that I keep,
Reminds me how I stood...
Up on my own two feet.
No you can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If with a faith I took risks,
And decided that my own life I would live.
I have my own beliefs,
That satisifies my every need.
The memories that I keep,
Reminds me how I got to stand up..
On my own two feet.
Oh...
You can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If it is clear to me,
My life's just fine without it.
So, if it doesn't work for you,
Why do you wish to prove...
What it is that I do,
Is a waste of effort.
So, if it doesn't work for you,
Why do you wish to prove...
What it is that I do,
Is to me a disservice.
You can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If it is clear to me,
My life's just fine without it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It doesn't really exist; it's just basically lots of different stages between the two pieces, and you end up with, like, a third shape that doesn't exist but is suggested to you by the image.
quote by Sean Booth
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Since It Is The First Of August
The first of the month seems so promising,
Doesn't it?
An elevation of expectations begins.
And today,
Since it is the first of August...
There is a sense of a renewed committment to life,
Clinging onto the atmosphere.
It is as if the 'spirits' are granting us all,
Extra wishes!
Like the road of happiness is being cleared of debris.
The first of the month seems so promising,
Doesn't it?
An elevation of expectations begins.
Why do conflicts seem foolish to digest?
And all this talk about one's color and brain size...
Exposes the best of professed ignorance.
Making less sense to comprehend.
Isn't it ignorance that creates conflict?
Well...
It is the first day of August.
And soon Fall will remind us all,
Of the approaching holidays that will again amaze,
Our sentiments.
With no other requirements from us but to just exist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wisdom
Inside a room of darkness
enters a vile robber.
Inside a room of brightness
he doesn't penetrate.
In your mind have discernment
and hold the light of sagacity.
You'll then be in enlightenment
and with Goddess Athena.
Evil thoughts therein will ne'er exist
In luminosity wisdom in you will persist.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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One Disturbed
Seeking an attention,
By the use of offensive means...
Teaches not a thing,
To one disturbed...
By mental dysfunctions.
An ignorance like this has been fostered.
An ignorance has been allowed to flourish.
An ignorance that grows becomes expensive.
Since an ignorance bestows,
A flowing of it that becomes out of control!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Concentrated
When an ignorance offends,
What point is made...
In the making of attempts,
Trying to change it?
That kind of ignorance is concentrated.
A fool is one,
Who doesn't recognize...
Being over-ruled.
Anyone with a hint of wisdom...
Sees ignorance for what it is and leaves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Begging to Be Read
Someone begging to be read,
Has an ego to be fed.
Has some insecurity,
About what it is they do.
Do poets really concern themselves...
About how their visions are pursued?
And who critiques?
For a rating to compete?
Where is the depthness in this?
Do true writers persist to enlist readers...
With an agitation seen to exist?
It doesn't seem sincere or authentic at all!
It seems shallow and egotistical.
To call for something to be read...
That lacks content and purpose.
And found to be dull, afterall!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When you have two alternatives, the first thing you have to do is to look for the third that you didn't think about, that doesn't exist.
quote by Shimon Peres
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In my best friend's memory
Imagine, you alone know I exist
And I'm not sure you care enough
To pause and to imagine even this
My life-line, bonded in fragility
Together with the palpitating heart
Of worlds in which the living still persist
My dedicated number, postal box
E-mail address and names that keep
My last connections to the hosts remote
With no back-up, residual site
Except hard copy paper notes
You stuffed into the pocket of a winter coat
Imagine, I am known only by you
In this world, real and virtual alike
And I am weighed within your hands if not
Condemned already to your attic drawer
The tissues of a heart you left behind
A tiny scene in stories you forgot
However you erase or try to crush
The memories I scattered in this world
I will persist in calling you to find
These stubborn thoughts of me that will not die
That make my claim and furnish proof that I
Exist, or once existed in your mind.
poem by Frank Bana
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Be happy!
Don't promise me a paradise!
Don't promise!
Don't tempt by crazy dreams!
Please, don't!
Don't tell me you will miss!
Just give a farewell kiss.
Forget about tomorrow!
It doesn't exist.
Forget about yesterday!
It's brought a sorrow.
You still persist?
We are guilty without a sin.
You give me a sarcastic grin?
Oh, don't make a din!
I'll pay for it myself,
you think about life yourself,
it's worthy for itself.
Don't call me back
in the evening of the day!
On the very brink of the precipice
I'll say: I forgive you.
I'll pray and will go my way.
But... anyway... Be happy!
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Time does not exist
time does not exist
we made it up...
imagine you ask someone
for the time and the
reply 'time is a fabrication of
the mind to cope with change.'
you'd think them to
be strange.
but the more you think about it
the more sense it makes.
time does not exist
when you finally comprehend it
everything else becomes a lie,
science will make no sense
history will not be in the past
time does not exist
what else doesn't exist...?
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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Promoting Decadence As One's Defense
Is there such a thing as,
Justifiable ignorance?
Is there such a thing as,
Promoting decadence...
As one's defense.
Today those who have poise and grace,
Are as out of place...
As an alien from space.
Those who speak with confidence and truth,
Are quickly rumored to be...
Fools let loose.
Is there such a thing as,
Justifiable ignorance?
Is there such a thing as,
Promoting decadence...
As one's defense.
Listen to those on talk radio,
Saying things over the airwaves...
The FCC approves as okay.
But an exposed breast,
Unexpectedly addressed...
Upsets those to become enraged,
Although much worse than that...
Is displayed on TV 24 hours 'everyday'.
Is there such a thing as,
Justifiable ignorance?
Is there such a thing as,
Promoting decadence...
As one's defense.
Is there such a thing as,
As those who are crazed...
Being praised today?
And those desiring,
Better lives for themselves...
Being criminalized,
As if 'they' were the ones...
Who have come to terrorize our lives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forgive Them
Forgive them for their ignorance since ignorance is bliss
What empathy is all about the point they seem to miss
Their great lack in compassion does not seem a surprise
Since not that many people know how to empathize
With people who are doing it tough they do not wish to know
Of the have nots of the poor streets of poverty and woe
Cocooned in their self centredness they do not wish to hear
Of the poverty that does exist even to where they live near
Forgive them for their ignorance they cannot help the way they are
They drive around the leafy Suburb showing off their brand new car
To the material things of life they only can relate
Only their own and their family successes they wish to celebrate
Forgive them for their ignorance some people are that way
And their type are growing in numbers that does seem sad to say.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Like The Wind
In my solitude
I think of you,
and my love lingers
in silence!
You ignore me
as though I don't exist,
yet I still persist
like a shadow!
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Just Because
Just because you did
Doesn't mean that you should
Just because you can
Doesn't mean that you could
Just because you are able
Doesn't mean you would
Just because you sat
Doesn't mean you should‘ve stood.
Just because you spoke
Doesn't mean that you thought
Just because you looked
Doesn't mean that you sought
Just because you argued
Doesn't mean that you fought
Just because you dreamed
Doesn't mean that you wished not.
Just because you cried
Doesn't mean that you wept
Just because you had
Doesn't mean that you kept
Just because you cleaned
Doesn't mean that you swept
Just because you said yes
Doesn't mean that you accept.
Just because you gathered
Doesn't mean that you own
Just because you gave up
Doesn't mean that you were alone
Just because you saw
Doesn't mean that you were shown
Just because you expiate
Doesn't mean you should atone.
Just because your old
Doesn't mean that you have flaws
Just because you won
Doesn't mean you have to applause
Just because you waited
Doesn't mean that you paused
Just because you were you
Doesn't mean anything, because.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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It is not enough to be well-intentioned; one must strive to put those intentions into action in a capable way. One must consider the effect his actions will have on others. Looked at like this, to persist in ignorance is itself dishonorable.
quote by Andrew Cohen
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Knowledge Is There to Gain From This
It is difficult to escape the power held,
By those acknowledging a knowledge.
Once it is there and gets one wide awake...
All exits to get away from it,
Seem to be permanently closed.
There are no fences to jump,
Or keys to unlock gates.
Even the faking of not having it,
Is hard to do when ignorance approaches.
There have been cases,
In which attempts have been made...
To masquerade a wisdom,
For the sake of keeping peace.
Since all peace wishes to do is to live in it.
This can not be done.
It seems that ignorance becomes offended.
And conflicts begin!
The forces of ignorance struggle to win.
Leaving consequences for them to suffer!
And knowledge is there to gain from this.
But it is ignorance that is stubborn.
Wanting to prove without knowledge...
Alone it can exist in the spreading of its nonsense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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