The Cosmos
a speck the like of a
glittering 0.2 carat diamond
this whole plane - the entire cosmos
in the sky of god's creation
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Four Cs of woman t
Carat of diamond is clan of woman.
Clarity in diamond is cleanliness in woman.
Colour of diamond is composure of woman,
Cut of diamond is cuteness of woman..
The four Cs grade the diamond and the woman.
Being diamond itself is a value.
Being woman itself is a value.
25.09.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Szymborska 's Miniature Worlds
'You can find the entire cosmos lurking in its least remarkable objects.'
a grain of sand
a speck of dust
a vein of the leaf
little twilights
finally me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Entire creation
The entire creation
Is within us.
The animate the inanimate
The sky the directions
The mountains the islands oceans
The earth the air the fire
The moon the star the scenes the sounds
And everything everythings.
We have unlimited powers
And we can do whatever we like.
The entire creation
Is with us and we are human beings
The son of the nectar
And we are our creator
And we are out destroyer.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Speck Like Me
I’m often perplex that the same God who made the heavens and the earth took time to make a speck like me.
Why would the same God who put water in the lakes, oceans and seas; want to create a speck like me?
For I can’t fly
like His birds. Neither can I shine like his sun. But low and behold He is still proud of a speck like me.
Now, in this world there are those who seem to believe that they are bigger than life, but they too are only a speck like me.
Mink Car
Its knocking off my diamond wig
Knocking me down unto the platinum ground
Woke up in a beautiful dream alone
Alone
I got hit by a mink car
Hit by a mink car driven by a guitar
And the silver chauffer says that its all in your head
When your 24 carat dead
Dead
In my dream she is reaching past my hollow core
Then her smile is the open sign on an abandoned store
I got hit by a mink car
Hit by a mink car driven by a guitar and the silver chauffer says that its all
In your head
When your 24 carat dead
Dead
Dead
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Jewel Of The Cosmos
She is but a speck this water planet
A shimmering jewel in the Cosmos
Alas, an evil few choose pose a threat
Of total ruin whilst unsuspecting doze
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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You can find the entire cosmos lurking in its least remarkable objects.
quote by Wislawa Szymborska
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Time And Space
Time and Space existed
Before the First Creation,
Before the First Cause,
And the First Consequence,
Of The Divine Thought,
At the Dark Night of Nothingness,
When only silences prevailed,
So these are not a Creation,
If not a creation then Creator,
The First and the Last,
The Innermost and the Outermost:
The Being that stretched
Beyond limits of the man-made
Figures and standards
Billions, trillions or zillions.
These are the two Facets
Of the same Thought,
Of The same Being: The Creator,
The First and the Last,
The Innermost and the Outermost,
The Final Reality of the Universe,
And the Reality beyond the Cosmos.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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One Particle
God owns my soul, my life is His.
He will recall me in time,
when that time is right.
I belong to Him, and that is as it should be.
God in me,
Me in God.
A segment of His being,
a precious speck in His infinite universe.
He is mine,
I am His.
One particle in His great Cosmos.
Part of the whole.
The 'Whole' that is God.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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C-Day minus x
In the days (and who
dare count them?) before
The First Day of Creation (Official)
God spent some time (though
of course, to Him, timeless..)
allowing for eventualities:
and devised a plan whereby
the Unbounded should be presented
in Creation as The Absolute Maximum
which He planned to be identical to
The Absolute Minimum…
chuckling to Himself (Who else?) ,
‘That’ll keep those atheist scientists
occupied… though of course
the philosophers and priests may have
their work cut out… but then,
that could be beneficial…’
All that now remained (I’m told)
for God (who's infinitely generous,
yet loves the economical)
to package this in the most practical form…
not – as I’m sure you’ll realise –
an easy task, given His boundless nature…
so – allowing for the inevitable compromise –
stuffed it all into a Revelation suitcase
called the cosmos… sighed; anticipated problems;
but saw that it was – given the circumstances –
good;
waited for His image, Man, to call it
The Cosmos; and watches with benevolent smile
as men explain it all to one another..
[With acknowledgements to Saint Nicholas of Cusa,
who spotted some of this..]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The swan (Terzanelle)
I saw a swan reflected on a pond
majestically with bended neck
with some little ones trailing beyond
speck upon speck
reflected on the glittering surface,
majestically with bended neck
as if sailing solemnly to efface
all doubt to its grace and splendour
reflected on the glittering surface
and emanating from the bird some warmth, some ardour
the tale of Andromache was reminded to me.
All doubt to its grace and splendour
was made insignificant by sheer beauty
and without mate with widowed grief
the tale of Andromache was reminded to me
who loved the hero Hector but brief.
I saw a swan reflected on a pond
and without mate with widowed grief
with some little ones trailing beyond.
[References: Les Fleurs du Mal: The Swan by Charles Pierre Baudelaire. The swan by Roy Campbell.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Diamond Girls
Home-town girl in the city of lights
sleeps all day, hey, and she plays all night.
Takin' her turn on the merry-go-round;
hearin' her laugh, but it's a lonely sound.
Bring her on up;
take her on down.
Hearin' you laugh, babe,
it's a lonely sound.
Leavin' your home
on a midnight plane;
hearin' you call, babe,
in the sound of the rain.
Diamond girls.
Is there anybody there at the end of the night?
Is it worth what you pay with your soul?
When you look in the mirror, do you see it right?
Diamond girls aren't made to grow old.
Small-town child in the city of dreams.
What it was, baby, ain't what it seems.
Staking her life on travelin' bands;
spendin' that soul, yeah, on the one-night stands.
Bring her on up;
take her on down.
Hearin' you laugh, babe,
it's a lonely sound.
Leavin' your home
on a midnight plane;
hearin' you call, babe,
in the sound of the rain.
Diamond girls.
Is there anybody there at the end of the night?
Is it worth what you pay with your soul?
When you look in the mirror, do you see it right?
Diamond girls aren't made to grow old.
Hard times.
Makin' your way, baby,
any way you can.
But I hear you callin'
and I know you need me.
Diamond girls.
Is there anybody there at the end of the night?
Is it worth what you pay with your soul?
When you look in the mirror, do you see it right?
Diamond girls aren't made to grow old.
Diamond girls.
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Production Line
much is much and
so many is like sand sprawling
on the shore... so much so many
and one who lays her body on
the sandy shore
takes sand for granted just another
part of this mass production of
things in her ordinary world: rocks, pebbles, stones,
sands,
what value can there be on a speck of dust
a grain of sand
becomes like her sun, too ordinary for her sunburn-skin
what's got the sun to do with me?
or the sand?
her sunglasses speak for her
in the middle of her empty hours
basking under the sun
production some times, so much for so many
meaninglessness growing like fruits of the poisonous tree
i could have kept one, just one
kept it inside my heart, i could have known what is precious,
diamond, just one,
glittering in the darkest hour of my night.
but there is no one really, all i have are mass produced, and
like sand, i lay my body on the shore, spreading so thinly without
feelings.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sun rises and all wake up
The Sun rises and all wake up
And engaged in their works
The Sun rises and knowledge spread
Smile entire creation
The Sun rises and eyes opened
The sun rises and sucks water
To return the same in multiple colors
The sun is the soul of entire world.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I look out of this window and I think this is a cosmos, this is a huge creation, this is one small corner of it. The trees and birds and everything else and I'm part of it. I didn't ask to be put here, I've been lucky in finding myself here.
quote by Morris West
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-37
Orange cosmos, Yellow cosmos
(Kosmos, Cosmos sulphureus)
As scorching stress melancholizing
Behold, the mercy of the blesser Sun
Showering cool florets tranquilizing
Cosmic Kosmos orange, yellow to stun
And yes, I agree to the eased heart
A wallow in dulcet bright lights
Cousins wild, lush and blushy art
Darting along with in florescence
Slender stemmed leafing pinnate
Waltzing and humming appraising
Birds and butterflies to affiliate
Friendly cosmos no doubt surprising
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Kite
Come up and be a kite
Beelzebub is aching in my belly-o.
My feet are heavy and Im rooted in my wellios.
And I want to get away and go
From all these mirror windows.
I look at eye level, it isnt good enough.
And then I find it out when I take a good look up.
Theres a hole in the sky with a big eyeball
Calling me:
Come up and be a kite,
On a diamond flight!
A diamond kite, a diamond kite.
Ooh, what a diamond!
A diamond kite
On a diamond flight.
Over the lights, under the moon.
Over the lights, under the moon.
Over the moon, over the moon!
I feel a rush along my body, like a bullet.
Im 2-d after a push-and-pull feeling.
And I want to get back to safe home:
I love the homeland dome.*
I got no limbs, Im like a feather on the wind.
Well, Im not sure if I want to be up here, at all.
And Id like to be back on the ground,
But I dont know how to get down--down--down!
Come up and be a kite,
On a diamond flight!
A diamond kite, a diamond kite.
Ooh, what a diamond!
A diamond kite
On a diamond flight.
Over the lights, under the moon.
Over the lights, under the moon.
Over the moon, over the moon!
song performed by by Kate Bush
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The Girdle Of Friendship
SHE gathered at her slender waist
The beauteous robe she wore;
Its folds a golden belt embraced,
One rose-hued gem it bore.
The girdle shrank; its lessening round
Still kept the shining gem,
But now her flowing locks it bound,
A lustrous diadem.
And narrower still the circlet grew;
Behold! a glittering band,
Its roseate diamond set anew,
Her neck's white column spanned.
Suns rise and set; the straining clasp
The shortened links resist,
Yet flashes in a bracelet's grasp
The diamond, on her wrist.
At length, the round of changes past
The thieving years could bring,
The jewel, glittering to the last,
Still sparkles in a ring.
So, link by link, our friendships part,
So loosen, break, and fall,
A narrowing zone; the loving heart
Lives changeless through them all.
poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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A Speck Of A Speck Am I!
a speck of a speck am i!
&
a speck of a speck am i
underneath this vast dome of sky-
no millionth of a second
without changes around me;
activities incessant, both silent and noisy-
every moment new, every moment fresh;
to one who has searching senses
and penetrating vision
no end to wonder, no way to boredom-
the clouds speak in silence
the blue hugs you close
the green kisses the cheeks
the flowers communicate in colours-
endless arrays of universes
shout at their high-pitched silences
crying for our ears and attention
through mind-boggling distances-
o man, be alert and tune yourself
to the unheard voices
and keep your spirit ever in joy!
&
chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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I Will Take You As A Grain Of Sand In My Palm Against The Sun
your name you call yourself is
insignificant, a speck of dust,
a grain of sand, you have slept
for years, in this dream of being
nothing,
what a sadness you have
the inability to gleam freely
like a diamond even on a faint
light in the dark cave
i have been looking for you
missing you like the only
missing soul-mate of my whole life
i have existed i have not lived at all
i have not died either
for lack of reason and power
to unbreathe to vomit what
has been generously fed us
by time
now, it has come this
magnanimous opportunity of meeting you again
i shall take you gently in my palm
let you rest in there and when the sun comes
you will gleam
he will know your name and presence
your insignificance by itself
the sun tells you
is diamond against the vast sky,
shining, shining in the shores of our lives
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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