False Chirp of a Quail
An obscure, immense of depths, open well
of desert quenching your thirst, soul's sort
Us, passengers of drought, our egos export
an attained flirt shout, false chirp of a quail
Your imposed upon laugh, my concern wry
Entered an odd world of whim, a pledge dry
No signature of opposites, on a wicked spell
My uppish egoism sense of evenness I abort
Your image of darken stills, in soul I import
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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The Only Export From One Age To The Other
the only export you can do
from one age to the other
from this world to the next
without getting any less an acquirer
is - a religion
the only all time export
the world has ever sold
with all its soul, blood and sweat
to another age is - a religon
the only export
from one age to the other
one would kill - with heart, mind and soul -
to prove what one has bought
is the real thing is - a religion
the only intangible commodity
yet powerful enough
to blow up the whole world
is - a religion
the only export
from one age to the other
wrapped in so much sweetness
tasted with as much bitterness
here and (beyond, if you have bought one)
is without doubt - religion
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Import and Export
Import the things more the country really need
For its economic development
Such as food, raw materials for various industries
Technology, electric power and so on.
Export the things that are surplus and competitive
And whose demand is in the foreign countries.
With a view to boost export
The government should minimize export duty
And encourage the exporters
By reducing tariff on import of associated raw materials.
The government must discourage import of nonessential items
By imposing higher import duty
And encourage production of luxury items in the country.
In the modern world international trade can play a vital role
In the economic development of any country
That’s why the governments must emphasize on it evermore.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Plus Intra
Soul within sense, immeasurable, obscure,
Insepulchred and deathless, through the dense
Deep elements may scarce be felt as pure
Soul within sense.
From depth and height by measurers left immense,
Through sound and shape and colour, comes the unsure
Vague utterance, fitful with supreme suspense.
All that may pass, and all that must endure,
Song speaks not, painting shews not: more intense
And keen than these, art wakes with music's lure
Soul within sense.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Lexicon
Import free export free
Free trade
No import no export.
Levy not
Lexicon here
Search the meaning
Find nothing.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Philosophers Bones
He’s given them all to a Desert Man
Underdog bitten holes of the head
He’s given them all to a Desert Man
Unleashed sunflower sunward led
He’s given them all to a Desert Man
In windblown power the dinas bled
He’s given them all to a Desert Man
Like tears in the desert rose shed
Stone alone atoned in the last sand clock
Soul alone attained keyed within the lock
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Bronze fog bell
Acclaimed invite - the bronze fog bell,
in mid damp air, black was the ship,
revengeful diktat and dark spell,
the ghost ship floats to send its knell
(dimensions odd - vectors of wield) ,
attract to ship where doors are sealed,
false worlds invite with dusk's befall,
doomed spell avers my crimson spilled.
The nimbus deign and winds beseech,
sea men confreres; as night darkens,
lost ghosts from depths attempt to reach,
the trips to ports that minds bewitch,
denounced their scopes and goals ardened,
my soul will flirt with truths discord'nt,
the drops of red the clouds besiege,
ship's descant curse of Had's accordm'nt
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Flirts
Why is it that men like to flirt?
They’ll chase anything in a skirt
When they see a pretty face
It’s like they’re all in a race
They want to see who’ll end up first
Like they’re all dying of thirst
Women are like their glass of water
Instead of someone’s daughter
Men who just want to flirt
To me are just like dirt
Friendships are so much more fun
With many friends you will have won
Won a prize much better than gold
And your soul will not be sold
Sold for a moment of just fun
Another friendship you have won
poem by Bonnie B Long
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I have witness many great things in this world, in this life
I have witness many great things in this world, in this life. The greatest ones by far where when my children were born. They both entered this world differently. The oldest entered calm, he entered this new world with a gentle easy calmness, an alert curiosity, not certain as to where he landed yet trusting, ready to face this new world. Seeing this new life entering the world, I saw myself entering life, all life entering life, all humanity entering life. My second child entered the world, yelling; to me his cries could have been heard all around the world, he announced himself, to the world, to life, with power, with intensity, with certainty 'I am here. '
As a preteen, as a teenager, as a young man, I had many peek experiences while playing sports. Other types of experiences as well, Creative flashes of inspiration that moved me to the core.
I have witnessed the love of the human soul, the tenderness, of the human soul, the strength, endurance, the depths, I have seen, listen to, was moved by all of the Gods of the pantheon of life, the incarnations of being. I seem them go on past endurance, yet still loving, making miracles, finding hope, making ways where there where none, for their children, for loved ones for them selves for life.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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I Have Witness Many Great Things In This World
I have witness many great things in this world, in this life. The greatest ones by far where when my children were born. They both entered this world differently. The oldest entered calm, he entered this new world with a gentle easy calmness, an alert curiosity, not certain as to where he landed yet trusting, ready to face this new world. Seeing this new life entering the world, I saw myself entering life, all life entering life, all humanity entering life. My second child entered the world, yelling; to me his cries could have been heard all around the world, he announced himself, to the world, to life, with power, with intensity, with certainty 'I am here. '
As a preteen, as a teenager, as a young man, I had many peek experiences while playing sports. Other types of experiences as well, Creative flashes of inspiration that moved me to the core.
I have witnessed the love of the human soul, the tenderness, of the human soul, the strength, endurance, the depths, I have seen, listen to, was moved by all of the Gods of the pantheon of life, the incarnations of being. I seem them go on past endurance, yet still loving, making miracles, finding hope, making ways where there where none, for their children, for loved ones for them selves for life.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Sonnet- Give The Soul Its Due Place
The Old World-Order's disappearing fast;
New one emerging ain't aright, Alas!
Man's soul in severe unrest has got cast;
The gloom anew has got to someday pass.
Great strides are made by Man in Science, may be;
All things he does have demerits/ merits;
Yet, where’s the bliss and life's security?
Man cannot give up his old bad habits.
Man disbelieves his neighbour tho' a friend;
There is no freedom in the real sense;
Life's sense of values are nearing their end;
A World corruption-free ought to commence.
Regain must soul its tenor and import,
When God returns to dwell in this old fort.
poem by John Celes
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No Class Today
White snow stained black
The wound's closed
But hardly healed
Hands start frozen
Listening the air
That sounds like girl's chirp and boy's bark
No class today, children
No daily exam and calculation
I give you time to think
Before you're too old to regret
The years not going back
Leave it empty room
The world contaminated
And you inherite that
My tears fall
You lost in war
All the shout, shout, shout
No class today, my child
No another laugh and cry
I give us time to remember
The innocence soul's gone
By release you tomorrow
No class today, children
No peaceful boring day
I give my time to prepare
Smile good bye next morning
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Developed countries and advanced developing countries must open their markets for products from the developing world, and support in developing their export and import capacity.
quote by Anna Lindh
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The bread and wine of heaven
There's wine from heaven that no money can buy
it satisfies the thirst of those who are dry.
'I am thirsty' You cried so that we might know
the deep thirst quenching taste of that crimson flow.
There is a bread that can fully satisfy
The Bread of heaven hung on the cross to die.
So let your soul delight in the richest fare
as you feast in the presence of your Lord there.
Quenching My Own Thirst For It
'What can you do that you have not done? '
Tomorrow has not yet to come.
I am still in the 'now'...
Welcoming every step,
With a freshness that has begun.
What can I do that has yet to be done?
I would instantly materialize,
A happiness for everyone.
'But how can you do that? '
By first quenching my own thirst for it.
And not concern myself about the 'doing'
To get done side of life!
Somehow I know that will take care of itself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Agnostic Apology
I am a stout materialist;
With abstract terms I can't agree,
And so I've made a little list
Of words that don't make sense to me.
To fool my reason I refuse,
For honest thinking is my goal;
And that is why I rarely use
Vague words like Soul.
In terms of matter I am sure
This world of our can be defined;
And so with theories obscure
I will not mystify my mind;
And though I use it more or less,
Describing alcoholic scenes,
I do not know, I must confess,
What Spirit means.
When I survey this cosmic scene,
The term "Creator" seems absurd;
The Universe has always been,
Creation never has occurred.
But in my Lexicon of Doubt
It strikes me definitely odd,
One word I never dare to flout,
One syllable the mountains shout,
Three letters that the stars spell out:
GOD.
poem by Robert William Service
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Soul On Soul
No one ever told me, no one ever said
No one ever loved me, till I was goin' outta my head
No one ever listened, to the things I tried to say
You gave me everything I needed, that's your way
You gave me hope, you gave me love
You gave me faith to carry on
Good God have mercy on me
Don't you desert me, baby
I wanna be together soul on soul this time
[Believe me, baby] believe me, baby
Don't ever leave me lonely
I wanna be together soul on soul this time
No one ever held me, as good as this before
No one ever stopped me, when I was runnin' out of the door
You set me free, you made me shine
You gave me arms to make you mine
Good God have mercy on me
Don't you desert me, baby
I wanna be together soul on soul this time
[Believe me, baby] believe me, baby
Don't ever leave me lonely
I wanna be together soul on soul this time
Love made me so gun shy
Don't say, don't say another word
Love feels so radical
That I lose my way, when you're here by me
Good God have mercy on me
Don't you desert me, baby
I wanna be together soul on soul this time
[Believe me, baby] believe me, baby
Don't ever leave me lonely
I wanna be together soul on soul this time
Good God have mercy on me (have mercy)
Don't you desert me, baby
I wanna be together soul on soul this time
(I wanna be together soul on soul this time)
[Believe me, baby] believe me, baby (believe me, baby)
Don't ever leave me lonely
(Don't ever, ever leave me)
I wanna be together soul on soul this time (soul on soul this time)
Good God have mercy on me
(Good God have mercy on me)
Don't you desert me, baby
(Don't you desert me, baby)
I wanna be together soul on soul this time (soul on soul this time)
[Believe me, baby] (ooh, ooh) believe me, baby
Don't ever leave me lonely
I wanna be together soul on soul this time
(I wanna be together soul on soul this time)
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Care for Thy Soul as Thing of Greatest Price
Care for thy soul as thing of greatest price,
Made to the end to taste of power divine,
Devoid of guilt, abhorring sin and vice,
Apt by God's grace to virtue to incline.
Care for it so as by thy retchless train
It be not brought to taste eternal pain.
Care for thy corse, but chiefly for soul's sake;
Cut off excess, sustaining food is best;
To vanquish pride but comely clothing take;
Seek after skill, deep ignorance detest.
Care so, I say, the flesh to feed and clothe
That thou harm not thy soul and body both.
Care for the world to do thy body right;
Rack not thy wit to win thy wicked ways;
Seek not to oppress the weak by wrongful might;
To pay thy due do banish all delays.
Care to dispend according to thy store,
And in like sort be mindful of the poor.
Care for thy soul, as for thy chiefest stay;
Care for thy body for thy soul's avail;
Care for the world for body's help alway;
Care yet but so as virtue may prevail.
Care in such sort that thou be sure of this:
Care keep thee not from heaven and heavenly bliss.
poem by William Byrd
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I Know Where The Soul Is
May be it sounds strange
But I know where the soul is.
The skeptics I won’t change.
Let them freely breathe!
My soul is the palm size,
It’s somewhere near the heart.
I feel it when it cries,
It doesn’t want with me to part.
I feel it when it’s full of joy,
It can overcome all troubles.
It tells me: Life enjoy!
It’s worthy of all the jewels.
At those happy moments it flies,
Puts the words into music,
All around it shines,
Fine art for it is so esthetic!
In my dreams it becomes a bird.
Happy soul is above the clouds.
It observes the whole world,
Poetic soul between the quiets and the louds.
But if you shoot this bird,
A soul has a risk not to return.
I give you my word,
Another world it will fly to learn.
And if a soul is wounded,
It will rush, getting the scars,
From the wicked world,
More trusting the stars.
Don’t shoot the birds!
They can be someones souls.
One day your soul can be that wounded bird
Shot by the wicked soul.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 20th of August,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Wealth Wont Save Your Soul
(e) as we journey along, on (a) lifes wicked (e) road,
So selfish are we, for silver and (b7) gold,
You can (e) treasure your wealth, your (a) diamonds and (e) gold,
But my friends it wont save, your (b7) poor wicked (e) soul.
For when God calls, from his home up on high,
To your earthly wealth, you must say goodbye,
Then its useless to you, if youve strayed from the fold,
For my friend it wont save your poor wicked soul.
The rich man like all, will be judged at that time,
But all of his wealth, will be left behind.
For no matter how much earthly wealth you get hold,
Well my friend it wont save, your poor wicked soul.
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When the world is on fire, on that judgement day,
For all of our wrongs, then we must pay,
But the debt cant be paid, with silver and gold,
No friends it wont save, your poor wicked soul.
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Self-Knowledge XVII
And a man said, "Speak to us of Self-Knowledge."
And he answered, saying:
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.
You would know in words that which you have always know in thought.
You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.
And it is well you should.
The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;
And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.
But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;
And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.
For self is a sea boundless and measureless.
Say not, "I have found the truth," but rather, "I have found a truth."
Say not, "I have found the path of the soul." Say rather, "I have met the soul walking upon my path."
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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