Shape Of Year
Reflections of a year gone by
An exhausting march
Of tiring times..
A period of instruction, knowledge so acquired
Mental anguish, no desire
Results I have no hand to cease
Relinquish to the powers that be..
Complete sorrow, complete joy
Complete balance seals the soul.
poem by Littlewing28 Space
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I need thee...
Like the air I need to breath
The water that flows to meet the sea
I need thee
You complete me
Like the blood in my veins
And the Power of Christ's blood stains
I need thee
You complete me
Like the energy from the sun
The Cheetah's need to run
I need thee
You complete me
I have walked a thousand miles
Seen countless un-genuine smiles
I need thee
You complete me
I have heard so many lies
And created my own alibis
I need thee
You complete me
I have hidden from desperate eyes
Comforted by my lonely lullabies
I need thee
You complete me...
poem by Monciana Edmondson
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The End Complete
You will soon come with me to die,
And find that death is not the end.
Who I say, who will, who won't be freed.
Tell me that this is not the end complete.
Even as the end's complete.
Finding strenght in one's defeat.
Living in an endless score.
Killing me with battled sores.
I'm the one that's sent to kill,
Feeling all destructive will.
Bring forth one dead soul's decay,
The end's complete, it's the final day.
When the time has come to bare,
Dying young, fall to despair.
To bring forth one dead soul decay,
The end complete's the final day
song performed by by Obituary
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The knowledge of anything, since all things have causes, is not acquired or complete unless it is known by its causes.
How are men to be secured in any rights without instruction; how to be secured in the equal exercise of those rights without equality of instruction? By instruction understand me to mean knowledge - just knowledge; not talent, not genius, not inventive mental powers.
quote by Frances Wright
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They came down on us because we had a grass-roots, real people's revolution, complete with the programs, complete with the unity, complete with the working coalitions, where we crossed racial lines.
quote by Bobby Seale
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Critical Mass
No confession?
Mental anguish you will possess.
No lessons learned?
The worse for you,
It is going to get.
No relief from your beliefs,
Is going to release you to forget!
A critical mass is upon you now...
Results of it will test.
Your point of view has been subjective.
To feed a greed and hoard.
Your motivation inspired one objective.
And with deceit...
Your own defeat,
Comes with an approval to complete!
And you are the main one...
That will not be ignored.
No confession?
Mental anguish you will possess.
No lessons learned?
The worse for you,
It is going to get.
The pain of it brings much regret!
And you are not alone!
That you can bet!
A collection of waste...
You tasted with acceptance.
And now may bitter your tongue.
But your bitterness inflicted,
Was not welcomed by anyone!
This delivery is just for you...
Without a need for your circumspect.
Disfavor?
Or denials applied,
To attempt rejection!
That which comes leaves nothing left.
All of it...is yours.
All of it,
At your doorstep!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Many Miles More?
how many miles more
shall i walk, to make myself complete?
how many oceans shall i sail
to make myself a man complete?
how many skies more to fly?
how many planets more
to step upon?
how many black holes more
to explore?
how many deaths?
how many unknowns to solve
to make this journey complete?
i do not really know.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Clusters Of Grapes
as God nature creates complete
a bunch of grapes growing on vine
each grape an interlocked fold skin
of original envisioned composition
so too human architect craftsman
creates cultivates ideas to time define
each grape is picked complete from vine
each grape is perfect as singular complete
an orb idea formed vine ripe fertile complete
each grape is taste savoured relished eaten
peel me a grape of an idea complete eaten
slave starves creates each gilded grape given
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Husband of my choice!
I want my husband
of my own choice.
He should have all the qualities
of a strong man.
He should seem physically
strong and may prove himself
a complete man in every sphere
of his life.
he would have to tie me,
in her tight embrace,
however, his behavior might be,
too rough and tough,
it doesn't make difference.
But he should prove,
his complete maleness,
tiring me in bride-bed,
tearing my flesh in to pieces
entering me with too hard strokes,
for hours.
And if he fails,
I am sure to kick him out of,
my bed room and shut my doors
for him forever.
..................................... .....
poem by Rani Madhubala
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Born Again
All lives revolve in circles,
we are born, we live and love
and as age grows on us
our times then comes to die,
but the circle is not complete.
It can only become complete
when we are born again.
15 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Roundel I
When you are come, joy is so all complete,
The heart leaps in my breast, beholding you,
O flower of beauty, O rose fresh and new,
Whose slave I am, whose servitude is sweet.
Lady of gracious ways, whom all men greet
Most beautiful of women and most true,
When you are come, joy is so all complete.
For you the happy festival shall meet
In glee ; with none else have I need to do
For my delight ; from you alone I drew
The life and joy that make my heart to beat,
When you are come, joy is so all complete.
poem by Christine de Pizan
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I Have Searched My Soul
I have searched my soul,
With a deepness...
That is complete.
I've addressed this to confess.
And express this to accept.
I have searched my soul,
With a deepness...
That is complete.
I've addressed....
My weaknesses.
I've addressed...
Insecurities.
I've addressed,
Past failures.
And I have addressed...
My wants and needs.
No more,
Do I run and hide.
And no more to myself lie.
No more,
Do I refuse to be...
Who the 'me' I am.
And...
I have searched my soul,
With a deepness...
So clear my eyes can see.
I've addressed....
My weaknesses.
I've addressed...
Insecurities.
I've addressed,
Past failures.
And I have addressed...
My wants and needs.
I have searched my soul,
With a deepness...
That is complete.
No more,
Do I run and hide.
And no more to myself lie.
I have searched my soul,
With a deepness...
For me that is complete.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I really think that living is the process of going from complete certainty to complete ignorance.
quote by Richard Dreyfuss
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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This Night Is Like
This night is like a story,
in which a woman is waiting for her lover.
This night is like a book,
in which reader is trying to understand the feelings of the writer.
This night is like a war,
which is waiting for its end to see peace.
This night is like a poet,
who is searching for words to complete his poem.
This night is waiting for dawn to complete it and,
I am waiting for right girl to complete me..................
poem by Rahul Sharma
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God The Mother
I begin to see God as Mother
as the one who holds me to Her breast
as the one who nurtures
as the one in whose arms
l may lie
with complete surrender
with complete trust
poem by Gillian Commerford
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In the Atlantean period there were many energies being used and information and knowledge being used which were, for particular reasons of safety, withdrawn, shall we say, to prevent complete catastrophe, to prevent total destruction of your planet.
quote by David Icke
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Advertising is the art of the tiny. You have to tell a complete a story and deliver a complete message in a very encapsulated form. It disciplines you to cut away extraneous information.
My First
She:
I freeze Time this night
in making love to you
your mouth has within it forever-ness:
you've restored to me my mental virginity
in this my love-making with you
releasing those sexual bonds
which wrap around existence itself
making time cease
making my woman-hood feel complete
me taking your man-hood
making it meld
with my woman-side
He:
I feel you shudder
wrapping your heart
around me
embracing my need
drawing from me
more than
I have ever given
making me rise for you
making me complete;
you and I
gasping.
It is not merely the touching
but too, the release:
not merely the holding
but the sweling out-
the overwhelming
needful need;
not merely
our quiverings
but too the inhalings
in
and the trembling outs
the welcoming intensities
the thrusting;
animal lust
and the clinging
loving
simultaneously.
Draw away;
this moment now
because
my opening soul
seeks eternity
propelled by gushing
crying
gratitude
and
our hungry mouths
kissing.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Hard
I try to write about my feeling
Though for others they don't have meaning
First few lines I can write easily
But those last ending lines are silly
To write it takes a lots of time
Hours to just complete last line
My few poems are not even complete
I try and try but cant, so I omit
And move to next poem
And finally complete
I now know to write it's too tough
So to all, who pour their feeling on paper "hats off"
The end
poem by Sushanta Rokka
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Inscription
SMALL is the theme of the following Chant, yet the greatest--namely,
One's-Self--that wondrous thing a simple, separate person.
That, for the use of the New World, I sing.
Man's physiology complete, from top to toe, I sing. Not physiognomy
alone, nor brain alone, is worthy for the muse;--I say the Form
complete is worthier far. The female equal with the male, I
sing,
Nor cease at the theme of One's-Self. I speak the word of the modern,
the word En-Masse:
My Days I sing, and the Lands--with interstice I knew of hapless War.
O friend whoe'er you are, at last arriving hither to commence, I feel
through every leaf the pressure of your hand, which I return.
And thus upon our journey link'd together let us go.
poem by Walt Whitman
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