Monday Morning 21 May 2012
Never mastered the technique of carrying
meaning from one context to another, while
smiling in the car about last night on my way
to work, knowing which principles had been
symbolised, I am flabbergasted as to place
when in the work situation
I fail to become engrossed enough in the game
of Monopoly played as a means to earn a salary,
following arbitrary rules to keep us occupied and
move electronic documents from file to file; what
is the essence of being, can I hold on to myself
while being a child
In a reality of idiosyncratic activity without any
inherent meaning or long-term purpose except
to pass the time in such a way that bundles of
results can be quantified; those who profess to
know say simply being busy is joy in itself - but
somehow I need to invest
Everything with meaning to ensure relevance
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Everybodys Crying Mercy
I cant believe the things Ive seen
I wonder bout some things Ive heard
Everybodys crying mercy
When they dont know the meaning of the word
A bad enough situation
Is sure enough getting worse
Everybodys crying justice
Just as long as theres business first
Toe to toe
Touch and go
Give a cheer
Get your souvenier
People running round in circles
Dont know what theyre headed for
Everybodys crying peace on earth
Just as soon as we win this war
Straight ahead
Knock em dead
Pack your kid
Choose your hypocrite
Well you dont have to go to off broadway
To see something played absurd
Everybodys crying mercy
When they dont know the meaning of the word
Nobody knows the meaning of the word
When they dont know the meaning of the word
Nobody knows the meaning of the word
Nobody knows the meaning of the word
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Still Trying To Learn That Lesson
In my wildest dreams,
I would never have imagined...
Or in my mind thought to create,
The twists and turns my life has taken.
I am not that innovative.
I learned early as a child,
The term sacrifice.
But the meaning of it,
Has hit home clearly...
On more than one occasion,
With an experience of it.
I also learned the meaning of patience.
But I didn't think,
The meaning of it meant...
I would need to have it for the rest of my life!
'Someone' ordered re-writes to my contract.
I learned early as a child,
The term sacrifice.
But the meaning of it,
Has hits home clearly...
With many fouls to strike out,
To experience with doubts.
And today it seems,
I have accomodated both patience AND sacrifice.
As if inseparable twins loving to dress alike!
However...
I am 'still' trying to learn that lesson,
Why both at the same time...
Have to show up to pluck my nerves?
With the testing of my emotions.
And no one as of yet,
Can supply me with an answer.
Or suggest with a hint or clue,
As to how best to deal with them.
Especially when they pick the wrong time,
To decide to hold a conference with me involved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Relevance: No Return to a Ping, With Its Pong Gone
Where is it?
Who hid it from opened eyes.
And why is it in disguise?
Where is it?
A relevance missing.
With few curious.
Has it been thrusted,
And crushed under a bus?
Where is it?
A relevance,
Making sense.
Where is this presence that has gone?
And the minds it stayed on?
With relevance spoken strong...
Are they too gone?
Without a relevance,
Freed from its ping!
With a needed pong gone!
Think about this...
But not too long.
If you delivered a ping,
Would you not expect a pong to belong?
Or in time,
Come along?
Where is it?
This relevance that was here,
Seems to have disappeared.
And it is very clear,
Relevance known...
Has shown to us,
It does not feel...
It belongs.
Freed from its ping!
With a needed pong gone!
Think about this...
Again if you wish.
There were opportunities,
When relevance was near.
And clear!
Now that it is absent...
Do you feel,
A bit of a tear?
And if there's no relevance,
What is the purpose...
To go on to sing unchained melodies?
Oh,
My love.
My darling...
I hunger!
Where is it?
And if there is no relevance,
What is the purpose,
To go on to sing songs without meaning?
Breaking up is hard to do.
Where is that relevance we once knew?
Where is it?
A relevance,
Making sense.
Where is it?
And if there is no relevance,
What is the purpose,
To go on?
To sing songs of love.
And...
No return to a ping,
With its pong gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feeling, Colour And Meaning
Cannot see myself doing routine work today
cannot understand why this life on this planet
in this universe, feeling spiritually blind means
I cannot find a reason to do boring things - yet
my body breathes mindlessly, I am the ghost in
the machine seeking wisdom and insight as I can-
not feel anything and nothing has inherent priority
I simply follow the dictates of time to move through
this day to get to the end in order to be at leisure to
wonder some more, the day becomes one long maths
sum and I cannot do it, religion and spiritualists teach
we know the answers in advance and work backwards
from the end back to the beginning where I am sitting
now, but this knowledge does not help, I am still stuck
With a brain that cannot fulfil its function of relating to
the reality outside its own enclosure, my mind only exits
in short explosive flames of understanding which imme-
diately disappears leaving the inner me in darkness, I
love the ability to enact stories and plays yet cannot
create a script for today, left with shadows only I
long for feeling, colour and meaning
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Regard Me Or Not
Regard me or not,
Regard me or not but you I see,
Take me to heaven or hell but I see that your time judged me,
I know that my time gave me the meaning and all the essence that is all that I really need to have,
His love really regarded me or not I know that he loved me for the power of His work’s,
But in all my work’s I see the power of His work’s I know that they really made me see His power that was all the meaning that is all your love that saved all creation,
No, I must go on for I cannot tell of their soul but nobody know’s my soul,
For when you regard me or not I know your immutability made me alive and see the power of your work’s and in your love alone Iam all strong.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Natural Principles
It is natural principle
And must pass on without trouble
You have right to fight
But In context of light
You must earn bread
Without it you are dead
You earn for the service rendered
Nothing more is cornered
Whatever be the importance of money?
But it has relevance for many’
Complete life is dependent
Without it you will be just repentant
It is good to go on strike
Impact should be more and not slight
But with full sacrifice and consequences
Not merely for causing hardships in any sense
No reward for no work or idle capacity
That speaks of bad quality
The economy can be ruined
Nothing out of it can be gained
So much damage is done intentionally
It is not at all wanted really
That cripples whole of industry
Adds to plight and misery
No work no pay holds good
Pay is for paying the food
Whole of family may be starved
If situation is not cleverly saved
Demand must be in tune
That may not bring any fortune
It will worsen the situation if gone out of hand
Repeat colure or disruption of work should not be the trend
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What Is...?
What is the meaning of hate?
Is it the dislike of someone different than you?
Or is it the loathing of something simple like broccoli?
What is the meaning of discrimination?
Is it the hatred of someone of a different background?
The hatred of skin color;
Or is it the bitter taste of being different from everyone else?
What is the meaning of uniqueness?
Is it the purpose of being odd and unusual?
The adaptation to your own life and style;
Or is it the stereotypical clan that society has put you?
What is the meaning of life?
Is it that time keeps moving; leaving us in the dust is leaves behind?
The endless stream of consciousness that everything has;
Or is it the meaningless and indefinable thing we give every day?
What is the meaning of death?
Is it that grim reaper knocking at your door?
The inky blackness of nothing;
Or is it something that can’t be defined only experienced when it is time?
Many questions are asked everyday without even meaning to ask them.
They are hidden within the minds of those who are too afraid to speak out;
To let THEIR voices be heard.
So I ask you these questions in hope that you will ask them yourself;
To find the meaning of it for yourself and not what others say it is.
One final question is all I leave you with.
What is the meaning of everything that you thought you knew?
poem by Regan Meade
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Untitled #3 - I have engrossed it in my mind.......
I have engrossed it in my mind
what is missing, what should be mine.
But how hard it is, to get it, in this life of ours.
Oh! how I wish I had not come into it somehow.
I have waited so long, searched so deep
Its meaning, I'm sure will not wear away.
But, what meaning?
Oh Yes! , I know now and vaguely remember
how it was like, but it wasn't for long!
poem by George Krokos
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Everything Has Meaning
the floor give meaning to the ceiling
the shore to the sea
the moon to the night sky
the sun to the earth
and man in between and woman
around the arms of man
and the dog amidst them
there is meaning to everything
and to everyone, and the important conclusion is inevitable
there is meaning in you.
decorate this meaning with a smile.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Question Meaning
The meaning of the question
Is to always question meaning,
The meaning of life,
And the life of meaning.
The life unquestioned
Means very little,
Just as a life left meaningless,
Without question, has very little life.
Therefore, we all should daily question
The meaning of life,
By doing so, life's Meaning
Will unquestionably, each day, find us.
Remember: we are free to question meaning;
May we become free enough to
Let it freely question us.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Lord Buddha smiled
Thousand of years ago the world came into smiles
There was misery, plight and agony all for while
No respect for nature, young, old or child
There prevailed rule of jungles and people were wild
Lord Buddha stepped out from his silence
He was all out to alleviate the sufferings in his presence
The divine knowledge and power were of no use
Until was parted to encourage love and tensions to defuse
His message of love is of immense value even today
Hated and not love should be given go by all the way
Love and trust to form the integral part of human nature
This can only guarantee us for lovely life and stable future
When Buddha smiled years back he had only meaning
The world was to think and have peaceful and one leaning
To support right cause and work for peace to benefit mankind
Not to work for evil forces or jump into actions amounting to be unkind
The world was given indication of coming peace
Life was to spent with all hopes and at ease
No bloodbath was to take place as many kings joined
The effort was appreciated and move was combined
World at large had heaved a sigh of relief
It was victory for truth and had firm belief
Whole area was come under magic spell
Everything was going be in order and very well
Lord Buddha had smiled with some aim and purpose
Everything was plain and clear and no room to suppose
Years later that meaning for smile was to be changed
The destruction with stability was all that arranged
Lord Buddha smiled on in India with first atomic device explosion
No one really knew what did the words carry meaning for explosion or implosion
There was not to be any meaning except self destruction or for many
There was to be left no doubt to the whole of world if to be seen as any
Lords Buddha’s smile had different relevance today
It was not meant to love but of deterrence way
Love was not to be countered with love but with equal force
The stock pilling of weapons was to be of great formidable source
Lord may be smiling from heaven at today’s scene
Love and peace is of same relevance today but differently seen
It can be seen as weakness as no longer it is in hands of weak
The love can and withstands any threat if someone chooses to speak
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Definition
Definition
What does that mean?
The meaning of life
The meaning of who you are
The meaning of our dreams
How can we define?
What all that really means
Is it the definition of?
Life
Dose that mean we can be
Anything we want to be
Or is it simply
Do what you say
And be forever free
Is it the definition of?
Who you are
Accept your fallacies
And be a better
Human being
Is it the definition of?
Our dreams
Dream the impossible
And live up to your dreams
And make them all real
Who really knows?
What it all really means
poem by Kaila George
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When I Talk And Think About Albert
sometimes
(did i tell you that this is my
favorite word?)
i am shocked by my own
ingenuity
(sometimes i equate it with
shallowness
a loquacious mouth of the river
falling upon
a rock and smashing its
hands on the
floor of the
earth)
i blame myself for
changing the meaning of a word
like the way
i am changing the meaning of
my life
(or perhaps the lives of
other people
around me)
creating landscapes
putting trees where there are
no mountain
putting talkative women
in the house where
the house is still a
thought
(a student wants to say
i am crazy
but there is also a doubt
whether i am
one
she has the wisdom of
keeping her
mouth in the silent
mode)
i am not stupid
not crazy i still know what right
is,
i can still tell you
who are those in the left
side of the
equation
one day
i redefined a poem
it need not be a house
with a door and
windows
i can simply be stairs
or path
it can simply be a star
on the roof
it can simply be a conversation
without a direction
like a Freudian dialogue on
the sofa
where comfort is actually
moving the paths
of meteors
with a broom and
light
(do you always talk
to achieve
fulfill a mission?
what is your mission?
what is your
purpose?)
women go to the market
buy some things
for the kitchen
they do not linger upon a
talk
men go to their work
thinking about their kids
most of the time
they do not bother about
work really
they also dwell in the bodies
of other women
about those nights away
from the eyes
of their wives
people have scattered minds
unto each other
they pretend that they are devoted
into something
worthwhile
kids go to school
carrying bags filled with books
that they do not bother really reading
if they have to be honest
about who they are
the only care for the games of their
minds in those
playgrounds and
play stations
what kind of world is this
there are only so few
that live
so many people are going to
the places of death
without really knowing
each step
the famous man (you know his name)
discovered the bomb
and from then own
they own all these countries of this world
he is the real meaning and so they claim
him to be
the only meaning of this world
a nuclear god
who cannot die in that history of pain
and misery
may his soul (if he has one)
rest in peace.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Work's
My work’s
My work’s was all for you and I see that I need it and now let me feel all of it’s meaning,
All plans that I have for my past was all for your future,
I found that you made me strong and now I see that in your love I define all love in your work’s,
Time is all moving so fast and there is nothing to lose for your essence we violated all your work’s and see that nothing but pain made me see that I need to prepare that we love all nature by what we all define for the new creation,
I see that you made me strong in my heart and find that you are eventually made me see that we are creature’s that search for a Creator, this is all I see and in it let me define all it’s true meaning,
This is all that I have and in your work’s I know that you never made me fall and now I know that in your love never make me hesitate and in your love I see that in your love let me love and in these work’s I know that you never made me fall,
I know that in all work’s I see that in my life you never planned to waste any of my time and in your immutability I saw that we shared equal opportunities,
Heal me and tell me that I need it all in me for the new creation that never made me to get lost in all love that made me suffer and know that the unseen in you is all justice in you and I feel that I need and in all love that is all love that healed all afflictions.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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High Tech World
Google
quick results
data gathered
Word, Powerpoint
chat, information highways
Facebook,
instant noodles
e-credits, etcetera,
everything at the tip of the fingers
everything at the tip of the tongue
flowing following
without much meaning
like electronic poetry
what a waste to figure out
emotions...
what emotions? nothing.
pressing keys
placing words,
and they keep figuring out
what is the meaning of all these
nothing. nothing.
decay and oblivion.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In My Mind
In my mind the inner light is blessed,
Acts fly past for all to the breast,
Letting colours work for the better,
Finding strangeness as a begetter,
Wanting more from delivery addressed.
The real answer to the question is the blood test,
A complete work has appeared to arrest,
The wonderful meaning of the debtor,
A meaning so primitive yet like a letter,
In my mind.
Something has been speaking the best,
The books so ancient are being to detest,
A new meaning came about like a sweater,
The cloth is new and certain as a getter,
In my mind.
poem by Naveed Akram
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All Times
Excuse me
I am here to say something
The meaning of my say
Be different to different persons
The meaning of my say
Is equally important to all
The meaning of my say
You are searching and searching
That is not fixed not codified
The meaning of my say
Is true to all times to come
And you are not all timers
Who can know everything
Every meaning of my word my say
Excuse me
I am to say something.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Words have got.....
Words have no meaning if they are concealed
It has no relevance if it is not revealed
Prayers has got no meaning until they are accepted
Blessings have got no meaning until they are showered
Heart will not beat truly until it is made to
Feelings may not come on surface until they are made true
Vision has got no meaning until they are made to look through
Bitterness may not disappear until attempt is made to woo
Midas touch may make it like gold
It has no meaning if it remains cold
You may write anything on wall
It has no meaning g if no effort is made to call
Darkness may go only if day light emerges
Prayers may be heard only when truly urged
Anybody may wish for eternal happiness
What is use when externally it does not happen?
God may think twice before granting an access
If his disciple is not committing an excess
Truly loved life with noble intentions
It may have all its chance for retentions
Eternal pleasure and internal displeasure
Doesn’t go arm in arm and be measured
It is real urge from within that goes for test
Nothing can be achieved even if we try for our best
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Invention requires a long-term willingness to be misunderstood. You do something that you genuinely believe in, that you have conviction about, but for a long period of time, well-meaning people may criticize that effort. When you receive criticism from well-meaning people, it pays to ask, 'Are they right?' And if they are, you need to adapt what they're doing. If they're not right, if you really have conviction that they're not right, you need to have that long-term willingness to be misunderstood. It's a key part of invention.
quote by Jeff Bezos
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Did It Happen When I Stopped Complaining?
Somewhere along my journey,
I grew up.
I became both accountable
And took responsibility for my actions.
There were many along the way,
Who could not keep up the pace.
Somehow as I aged...
I held onto my faith,
With a painful self assessment I learned to face.
Saw my flaws and accepted them.
And not an excuse do I make.
It's too late for that now anyway.
That's why I am pleased to be the me I am.
I know the meaning of forgiveness and sacrifice.
And those realities have led me to my growth!
Somewhere along my journey,
I grew up.
I knew I would become a victim of confusion and stress.
I'm even impressed!
When did I wisen up...
To take my life with such seriousness?
Somewhere along my journey,
I grew up.
Did it happen when I stopped complaining?
Did I refuse to change the rules in the middle of the game?
Or did the violation of those rules,
I simply refused to change.
Knowing how to better play the game?
Either way...
Somewhere along my journey,
I grew up.
And pleased to be the me I am.
Still a work in process!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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