A Prayer in Spring
the universe
flows through the man
a minscule of
all creations
a volcano
seethes beneath
a calm demeanor
the krakatoa
that never announced
its blast
lava and all
the anger
that seethes, it burns
through the man
the tempest
the wind, the thunder,
the lightning
that sweeps through the land
the dowager throws her tantrums
a whole army of men beheaded
the river cruises through stone
a thousand years
to run through a dream
the central intelligence's dream
the man's patience
to fashion a way to the other world, universe
the men a miniscule of creation
in the sky, in the sea,
in the smallest gene, cell
you find the working
of the man
the pervasive intelligence
manifests in the miniscule
of creation; men
the lord wants interaction
the world to communicate
cell with cell, oxygen with hydrogen
sperm with ovum
the central intelligence
accumulates in the man
ensures the propagation
of a wondrous world
of interaction, growth
men, the miniscule of
the pervasive intelligence
go east, go west,
go north, go south
you turn back to the man
for answer to world's intelligence
A Prayer in Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.
Robert Frost
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Prayer in Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.
poem by Robert Frost
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To The Intelligent Woman
i like to tell you this
when you bragged about your intelligence
mocking me
like i am the only moron in your world
of ideas and
poetry
save yourself
if intelligence has that record of survival
as far as i am concerned
so far
as i remember fully well
there is not 'a word in the gospels
in praise
of intelligence'
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Constancy Of A Noble Purpose
how must i tell you again
it is not the intelligence but the
constancy of purpose
at first and then
you either do not listen when you
heard me clear or
you simply cannot accept it and
change
you believe always on intelligence
and so i watch you risk everything upon it
trying to explain every grain of sand
and there too many of them
and they invade your intelligence and
they bury it
then
finally killing you
suffocating you because the sands in their
constancy of purpose
never believe what intelligence
preaches and
bragged.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Committee's review of a series of intelligence shortcomings, to include intelligence prior to 9/11 and the pre-war intelligence on Iraq, clearly reveal how vital a diverse intelligence workforce is to our national security.
quote by Jane Harman
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Human intelligence is a reflection of the intelligence that produces everything. In knowing, we are simply extending the intelligence that comes to and constitutes us. We mimic the mind of God, so to speak. Or better, we continue and extend it.
quote by Huston Smith
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HIV's Secret World Tour
Another miracle of life
--a cell
feeding on antibodies and salty things
dreamed electrically.
of intelligence, of multicellular evolution.
of having a memory of feeling love.
of fitting into a strange hot world.
But for now
immediate survival was in demand
so, swimming in the white moisture
along with the spermatozoa
it moved from the body of the man I loved
that night
to mine.
I contracted with the pleasure.
poem by Helena Dorsey
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Robert Frost
A Note to Robert Frost's
A Prayer in Spring
Pleasures from flowers
Give spring to the air
A pleasure like no other
At this time of year
Robert Frost has a way
Of taking us there
I wonder if he wrote these things
Before or after a thankful prayer
As happy as a bee
Or the darting bird over there
Each a simple reminder
Of the creators care
Captured a new each year
In the fresh spring air
Nick Krakana
April 2nd 2012
poem by Nick krakana
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I had been involved in U.S. intelligence in Berlin, Germany, while in the military and had worked with a contact with the Central Intelligence Agency office there.
quote by George J. Mitchell
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Two Kinds of Intelligence
There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired,
as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts
from books and from what the teacher says,
collecting information from the traditional sciences
as well as from the new sciences.
With such intelligence you rise in the world.
You get ranked ahead or behind others
in regard to your competence in retaining
information. You stroll with this intelligence
in and out of fields of knowledge, getting always more
marks on your preserving tablets.
There is another kind of tablet, one
already completed and preserved inside you.
A spring overflowing its springbox. A freshness
in the center of the chest. This other intelligence
does not turn yellow or stagnate. It's fluid,
and it doesn't move from outside to inside
through conduits of plumbing-learning.
This second knowing is a fountainhead
from within you, moving out.
Prior to the passage of the Patriot Act, it was very difficult - often impossible - for us to share information with the Central Intelligence Agency, with NSA, with the other intelligence agencies, and likewise, for them to share information with us.
quote by Robert Mueller
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The ability to take pleasure in one's life is a skill and is a kind of intelligence. So intelligence is a hard thing to evaluate and it manifests itself in so many different ways. I do think the ability to know how to live a life and not be miserable is a sign of that.
quote by Todd Solondz
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The role of intelligence
Intelligence is to adapt and adopt.
Honesty, integrity and propriety
Are shown door by intelligence.
By intelligence the society is not made rich.
13.07.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The resistance of policy-makers to intelligence is not just founded on an ideological presupposition. They distrust intelligence sources and intelligence officials because they don't understand what the real problems are.
quote by Aldrich Ames
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Woman A Mother
in the ambiance of the night, you are born,
beyond each lovers dream where you stay,
waiting your gift to give, a simple little life
that never would be
a dream of creation that one have to awake
for a little child i will give, to you i make,
a descendant as many as the sand in the sea.
i choose you for you to know that i
the Lord is worthy to be free
oh! a perfect woman. a mother that
only you can do, that world renewed
for a mother like you is always waiting
to see the things that the Lord had made
the world fulfilled
take the yoke i give, to carry the passion zeal i take
for in you a mother of men, i will make a covenant that
only you can make. rejoice! allelulia! in the most high for,
a woman like me worhty to be love to the Lord i love
woman a mother a wonderful name above other name
in the creation I made. only you can make,
the gift of life i give.... woman a mother
poem by Antonio Liao
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Intellect is superior
Intelligence is intellect.
Knowledge is not intelligence.
Intellect a special branch of intelligence.
Socrates was an intellectual.
11.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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That's What I Said
No!
I have been misquoted.
And frankly...
I am getting sick and tired of it.
I did not say you lacked intelligence.
What I said was...
'How can an imbecile masquerade as a fool.
And have the I.Q. of a grapefruit! '
That's what I said 'verbatim'.
I did not mention anything,
About you lacking intelligence.
Nor that you were waiting for an order,
You placed to be filled online.
But,
It has been delayed.
Another misquote attributed to me.
If I thought you had any intelligence at all,
I'd be the first to tell you that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perfect Day
Perfect day just you and me
Let's make the whole wide world just leave
Turn on the answer machine
We're gonna lay around go nowhere fast
Give a little love
Right to me
Give a little love
Right through me
Give a little love
My baby
Give a little love
Come save me
Having you right next to me
See you're the only thing that I can see
We fit together perfectly
We're gonna lay around go nowhere fast
Give a little love
Right to me
Give a little love
Right through me
Give a little love
My baby
Give a little love
Come save me
Give a little love
Give a little love
Only you and me
Only you and me so happy
Only you and me
Only you and me so nasty
Only you and me
Only you and me so happy
Only you and me
Only you and me so nasty
Perfect day just you and me
Let's make the whole wide world just leave
Turn on the answer machine
We're gonna lay around go nowhere fast
Give a little love
Right to me
Give a little love
Right through me
Give a little love
My baby
Give a little love
Come save me
Only you and me
Only you and me so happy
Only you and me
Only you and me so nasty
Only you and me
Only you and me so happy
Only you and me
Only you and me
Only you and me so happy
Only you and me so nasty
Only you and me so happy
Only you and me
Give a little love
Give a little love
Give a little love
song performed by by Kelis
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Nature Is One Great Intelligence
nature is one great intelligence
it never puts anybody's nose on his anus
or his penis on his head, or his hands
on his foot, stomach on his buttocks
and men and women, male and female
fit into each other just nice as if
they have been made for each other
and those who love otherwise would
too find their love nature arranges for them
nature is such a great intelligence
all things go according to its secret plans
though with some interesting variations
nature is such a great intelligence
not a single thing happens without a reason
nature is such a great intelligence
you can go along with it, hand in hand,
mind in mind, body and soul
sitting quietly in your house
in a cave, in your own self listening
to its voice of love for all
go along with its great workshop of body,
mind and soul, a blossom in all its silence
confident of its own splendour and fragrance
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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But if one observes, one will see that the body has its own intelligence; it requires a great deal of intelligence to observe the intelligence of the body.
quote by Krishnamurti
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That Will or Can Replicate the Doing
This may be traumatic.
But those possessing intelligence,
Are not of your creation.
No scholars you determine...
And selected to roam the halls of ivy.
May be ill equipped,
To handle common sense.
Leather bound books,
May encase what you feel is brilliant
Based upon what you declare...
Reflects an exclusive experience.
To be then induced and reproduced.
To recreate your version...
Of majestic mountains,
And the air we breathe allowed by trees.
This may be traumatic.
But those possessing intelligence,
Are not of your creation.
Nor is 'that' which has made this possible.
And there is nothing you can research and document...
That will or can replicate the doing.
The only choices you can make...
Is to steal and pretend,
You are the beginning of it all.
But your presence when that ends...
Does not 'end' the presence of what is witnessed.
This may be traumatic.
But you...
Having nothing to do with it.
You just represent the effects.
That's all!
Unless you're convinced...
Your head can damage or break a brick wall?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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