Selective Moments
Twofold converging amorous
for awhile.
Selective moments bear me
breathless.
Reassurance to compile.
A symphony beginning
seventh heaven touching
down.
Forseeing new arrivals
selective moments to
abound.
poem by Heather Burns
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When you get something like MTV, it's like regular television. You get it, and at first it's novel and brand new and then you watch every channel, every show. And then you become a little more selective and more selective, until ultimately... you wind up with a radio.
quote by David Lee Roth
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Seventh Heaven
Ive been to places where the sun goes down
Each day and never rises
Ive been to places in a dark room
Where we played with our disguises
Heaven, Im in heaven
Im in seventh heaven now
Seventh heaven
It was a dream, I heard a voice
I put it down to wishful thinking
It was a dream, a silent scream
Out of the blue, a new beginning
Heaven, Im in heaven
Im in seventh heaven now
Seventh heaven
And then I fell upon a stroke of luck
That led to my good fortune
And then I fell upon my knees
And gently kissed the ground you walk on
Heaven, Im in heaven
Im in seventh heaven now
Seventh heaven
song performed by by Deep Purple
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We as Americans and as humans have very selective hearing and very selective memory. We only hear what we want to hear and disregard the rest.
quote by Frank Luntz
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Waving to moments passing by
Moments happy moments
people think about them
people write about them
people talk about them
people hope about them
I see moments
lots of moments
but I wave to my moments
as they pass me by...
My life is a ship
on an Ocean deep
passing by is the ship 'Could've been'
it holds all my moments in its keep
I stand on my lifes deck
waving to moments till they're just a speck
Moments happy moments
people live them
people grab them
people make them
people savour them
but I wave to my moments
as they pass me by...
Goodbye 'Could've been'
Goodbye moments...
poem by Michelle Melody
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In Sadness Tears May Guide Us
in sadness tears may befriend us
happy memories may guide us
back into myriads of love moments
moments when we were nurtured in love
moments when we were embraced in love
moments when we were shaped in love
such moments are safe inside us
such moments will navigate guide us
such moments are strength within us
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Could Not Ask For More
Lying here with you listening to the rain smiling just to see the smile upon your face these are the moments I thank God that Im alive these are the moments Ill remember all my life
Ound all Ive waited for and I could not ask for more looking in your eyes seeing all I need everything you are is everything to me these are the moments I know heaven must exist t
Are the moments I know all I need is this I have all Ive waited for and I could not ask for more I could not ask for more than this time together I could not ask for more than this time
You every prayer has been answered every dream I haves come true and right here in this moment is right where Im meant to be here with you here with me these are the moments I thank
That Im alive these are the moments Ill remember all my life Ive got all Ive waited for and I could not ask for more chorus I could not ask for more than the love you give me coz
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L Ive waited for and I could not ask for more I could not ask for more
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Moments
We have treasured moments
we collect everyday,
as we walk our journey
along life’s long and winding road.
Moments that we want to keep
for some sad and lonely day.
Moments to treasure,
when the sun refuses to shine.
Moments to remember
and call upon at anytime.
Moments when we are blessed,
with love and friendship divine.
Moments that we gather,
with love in our memories.
Moments, beautiful moment,
we gather everyday.
poem by David Harris
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My Canadian Chronicles 13
In each life, there are special moments
we like to remember and recall.
Moments that have brought us laughter
almost cascading into tears.
Moments of great happiness
to last us through the years.
Moments with very special people
who are dearly beloved friends.
Special moments no one can take away.
They happen but once
and are captured forever within our mind.
Special moments within our lifetime.
10 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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Selective Memory
If I lay my head down
I will see you in my dream
Wearin that polka dot dress
And sittin by the stream
Leaning in to hear you
You will whisper in my ear
And everything I need to know
I finally hear
I wish I could remember
But my selective memory
Wont let me
When I was a baby we would
To out to the park
And sit out in the fountain
And splash around until its dark
Days go on forever
When you only know that much
And everything you need to know
Is answered with one touch
I wish I could remember
But my selective memory
Wont let me
song performed by by Eels
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Selective Memories
Those who believe they have feelings felt,
That should be given more of a priority
Over other human beings.
While they believe it is okay,
To do unto others as they please
As if blessed with the getting,
Of an attention?
Well
When I was raise,
The phrase that still applies
And has not faded away,
Do Unto Others As You Expect Them,
To Do Unto You~
Needs not to be updated,
To be re-clarified with an interpretation.
It seems to have a snug fit.
No matter what the language.
Some folks in the process of their doing,
Seem to have selective memories
When it comes to their intentional,
Misdeeds done.
And others in their forgiving,
Aren't so blessed to be possessed
With a forgetting.
They do not have that
As a selective choice from which to choose,
To erase from vivid memories.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Treasured Moments
Every one of us has moments,
treasured moments to call our own.
They come when we’re not looking,
and linger with us a lifetime.
They bring happiness
that we can look back on,
through our growing years.
No one can steal them from us,
nor taint them in anyway.
They are our treasured moments,
that linger with us,
even when we pray.
They are little time capsules
that hold our world together,
when we are feeling down.
They are the joys we reached,
when heaven said, its you.
Treasured moments
like photographs,
capture a moment in time.
We think of some thing to associate them with.
So when we see that thing
we can enjoy them once more,
those treasured moments.
31 May 2007
poem by David Harris
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Waiting to Dispense a Benefit of Doubt
Doesn't it seem as if those with selective memories,
Are always quick to tell their versions of truth...
With few facts involved.
Accusatory and defensive are their most common traits.
And there to appease a fence sitting,
When confronted in debate.
Out of both sides of their mouths expect anything.
But honesty is not one of them.
Those with selective memories have no clue what honesty means.
It is just not in their natures.
Hopefully you are not one patiently in quiet waiting,
To dispense a benefit of doubt to eventually see wasted.
I only have a few of those 'I-told-you-so' left to spare.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Family Moments
Each family has moments,
Moments of happiness and emotion.
Moments that show love and kindness.
To each member of the family.
Some family moments are sad,
Some show hate that never lasts.
Then the truth shines and shows,
Each family moment is special after all.
Family moments may show happiness,
Happiness that lights up the earth.
Family Moments are amazing,
So don't forget your...
Family Moments.
poem by Rebecca Seetahal
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When the Rain Stops
When the rain stops and the sun comes out
I have a feeling, a nagging little doubt
That the clouds and the just departing rain
Have stolen from me something
Never to be got back again!
Those moments of tender touching on cheeks
Chasing droplets running down window sill
The swaying shower that from the sky leaks
To give the yearning soil a vigorous thrill!
The symphony the rain clatters on the tin
The sounds the leaves make while they drink
I want to hold onto but lose in the din
As the landscapes around me dim and shrink!
The raining moments leave with something of me
Hidden inside and longing to be free
What one rain takes the other never returns
The times, the hopes and the fire that burns!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Selective
Those that write...
Know there is no easy way to it,
To get it done.
But to do it.
Plagiarist are quick to quote,
And lift whole passages.
With attempts to have their theft flow.
As if one's style can not be recognized.
One who writes,
Knows this upon sight.
It is similar to a game of chess...
Played out like life.
And at one's best.
The more one becomes aware of the game...
It is not who plays,
But how well they do it.
With a signature imprint that is left,
To impress with style.
That separates them from the rest.
And 'that' a plagiarist does not GET!
Even God intended to create,
And make each snowflake...
Unique and different.
A 'purest' would know!
All trees do not bear leaves.
Some bear pine.
Yet few, if any, grow ungrounded.
'Are you talking about trees?
Or plagiarists?
Or or or...chess or both?
What ARE you talking about? '
~Neither.
I want to emphasize the unique,
And different images of each snowflake...
God makes.~
'And I 'listen' to this? '
~That's the point I make exactly.
You have 'chosen' to be selective.
Others are not so particular.
They will pick up and run with anything.~
'And...
I might add.
That is b-a-r-e, 'bare'.'
~Oh?
A selective purest who is also a reading critic?
With time to discern proper word usage?
You should apply that kind of discretion,
To your game.
Perhaps you wouldn't lose as often~
'It's your turn.
Just make a move, okay? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If That Is Understood
We bring to each other what we have,
At that moment.
And each moment that we bring,
May not come from places familiar.
If that is understood...
Why can't we seem to meet
For moments we keep to understand
There will be moments
When we rather not be near each other!
Instead of taking moments discussing misunderstandings...
Let us take those moments not to be found!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Summer is Now Touching Gray
Summer is now touching gray
Gathering leaves of yellow
On its going to yesterday
As the autumn says hello
Fingers weaving reddish ground
As the day becomes dark
Withering wings all around
Now night in stars will spark
Like a Juggler fall is starting
Filling moments with new glow
As the summer is departing
On its approach so very slow
Torching the leaves with grace
Moments filling with regret
As the redden symphony plays
Shades of autumn’s alphabet
Summer is now leaving soon
Every emerald growing deep
Silver dress with bluish moon
Again here awoken from sleep
Days of longings in the tranquil
All that was and is then gone
With a tomorrow awaiting still
To convey memories here on
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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There are moments when you feel free, moments when you have energy, moments when you have hope, but you can't rely on any of these things to see you through. Circumstances do that.
quote by Anita Brookner
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It's those moments, those odd moments that you look for and sometimes by creating this kind of loose atmosphere you find those little moments that somehow mean a lot to an audience when they really register right.
quote by Barry Levinson
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Foreverness
The moment we began sharing moments...
I knew time between us would be suspended.
I felt a connection that would never end.
The moment we began sharing moments.
That beginning that came to us yesterday?
Has expanded to eliminate an ending.
A foreverness has come,
The moment we began sharing moments.
The moment our sparks met...
To do what is needed to collect,
And regain our purpose that connects!
To reunite again with God!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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