Sweet Tasting Treats
Lovely, after traveling through the bumps of uncertainty
this morning, suffering through the existential question
why I cannot concentrate like a machine or master the
art of sleuthing until finding the correct version of every
source text expression, fighting doubt that life can have
meaning if one is a million brain cells too short on
lightning fast comprehension - yet
Has to seem industrious and accomplished - after all this
my existential problems were solved in one mighty sweep
of eucalyptus and menthol delight, popping the delectable
sweets in my mouth, immediately the certainty and calm
of the ages fill my being bringing my anxious mind to rest,
everything seems easy and no question can bother me
any more, thank you for sugar
It shortens my life, scientists say, making the shorter life
so much better and more enjoyable, thank you that I need
not eat boring veggies to bring me nearer the end; as for
my teeth – there are dentists and the toothpaste industry,
I am as happy as a lark as long as I can embark
on sweet tasting treats...
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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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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There is no shorter path for joining a neutral existential anthropology, according to philosophy, with the existential decision before God, according to the Bible.
quote by Paul Ricoeur
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Oh So Simple Question
I have a question
I have a simple thought
I am the border obsession
I am the clever, the taught
You have my aggression
You have a complication
You are an angry expression
You are the unheard conversation
We have a serious problem
Something simple yet trying
You understand, you look solemn
You know exactly what question I’m implying
Now concentrate, ask it now
Your eyes beg not to be told
Tell it now, but tell it how?
How to tell this question I hold
Wait! Look at your eyes
Now desperate to know
The question I hide
The question I knew not long ago
NO! I no longer remember
The simple question I wanted to ask
That cold day, in that snowy December
Oh how I hate this shy mask
Maybe I will once again
Think of a simple question
Whilst I walk down memory lane
Maybe, one day, you will hear my confession
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Millworker
Now my grandfather was a sailor
He blew in off the water
My father was a farmer
And i, his only daughter
Took up with a no good millworking man
From massachusetts
Who dies from too much whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to feed
Millwork aint easy
Millwork aint hard
Millwork it aint nothing
But an awful boring job
Im waiting for a daydream
To take me through the morning
And put me in my coffee break
Where I can have a sandwich
And remember
Then its me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
For the rest of the afternoon
And the rest of my life
Now my mind begins to wander
To the days back on the farm
I can see my father smiling at me
Swinging on his arm
I can hear my granddads stories
Of the storms out on lake eerie
Where vessels and cargos and fortunes
And sailors lives were lost
Yes, but its my life has been wasted
And I have been the fool
To let this manufacturer
Use my body for a tool
I can ride home in the evening
Staring at my hands
Swearing by my sorrow that a young girl
Ought to stand a better chance
So may I work the mills just as long as I am able
And never meet the man whose name is on the label
It be me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
And the rest of the afternoon
Gone for the rest of my life
song performed by by James Taylor
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Millworker
(james taylor)
Now my grandfather was a sailor,
He blew in off the water
My father was a farmer
I, his only daughter,
Took up with a no-good millworking man from massachusetts
Who dies from too much whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to feed
Millwork aint easy; mill-work aint hard
Millwork, it aint nothing but an awful boring job
Im waiting for a day dream
To take me through the morning
And put me in my coffee break
Where I can have a sandwich and remember
Then its me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
For the rest of the afternoon
And the rest of my life
Now my mind begins to wander
To the days back on the farm
I can see my father smiling at me,
Swingin on his arm
I can hear my grand-dads stories
Of the storms out on lake erie
Where vessels and cargos and fortunes
And sailors lives were lost
Yes, but its my life has been wasted,
And I have been the fool
To let this manufacture use my body for a tool.
I can ride home in the evening,
Staring at my hands
Swearing by my sorrow that a young girl
Ought to stand a better chance
So may I work the mills
Just as long as I am able
And never meet the man whose
Name is on the label
It be me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
For the rest of the afternoon
And the rest of my life
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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The Prophet
Long ago a tall man told a tale of yesterday,
Searching for the truth to life and not for just a way.
Finding pleasure from this house his ears, they did obey;
In his life a moments pleasure, never to delay.
He was lost and in his trust he found a new meaning;
Seeing the things in diffrent lights his life was redeemed.
Words of peace will fill his mind and change his way of life;
Peaceful meetings with his heart have made him more alive.
Meeting wise old women on the cliffs of life itself;
Asking not for persnal meaning, more for just himself.
Soon well be as he proclaimed in a new way of living;
Take the things you need in life but remember the giving.
Prophesy within your mind and you will work it out;
Prophesy that some will die but only those who doubt.
Then youll never worry as somtimes you used to do;
Just remember when youre gone theres someone after you, you.
song performed by by Yes
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The Prophet
Long ago a tall man told a tale of yesterday,
Searching for the truth to life and not for just a way.
Finding pleasure from this house his ears, they did obey;
In his life a moments pleasure, never to delay.
He was lost and in his trust he found a new meaning;
Seeing the things in diffrent lights his life was redeemed.
Words of peace will fill his mind and change his way of life;
Peaceful meetings with his heart have made him more alive.
Meeting wise old women on the cliffs of life itself;
Asking not for persnal meaning, more for just himself.
Soon well be as he proclaimed in a new way of living;
Take the things you need in life but remember the giving.
Prophesy within your mind and you will work it out;
Prophesy that some will die but only those who doubt.
Then youll never worry as somtimes you used to do;
Just remember when youre gone theres someone after you, you.
song performed by by Yes
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Black Bruises III
I can wallow under the blackness,
the quietude underwater
coaxing to a surmised fray
I can endure the insipidness
sleuthing senescence arrive,
sleuthing balmy perfumes,
sleuthing cigarette kisses,
sleuthing ablaze kerosene,
sleuthing sly putrefactions,
sleuthing unawake buds,
sleuthing old handkerchiefs,
sleuthing ruffled pillowcases;
but am I the only one smelling
these black bruised fragrances?
poem by Norman Santos
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXVI: One in a Million
A million feeling, one story
One feeling, a million story
A million question, one anxiety
One question, a million anxieties
A million smile, one meaning
One smile, a million meaning
A million languages, one will
One language, a million will
A million anger, one reaction
One anger, a million reaction
A million beginning, one ending
One beginning, a million ending
A million face, one heart
One face, a million hearts
A million dream, one happiness
One dream, a million happiness
A million love, one human
One love, a million human
A million trouble, one way
One trouble, a million ways
A million arts, one impression
One art, a million impressions
A million witness, one event
One witness, a million event
A million memories, one fact
One memory, a million facts
A million chance, one choice
One chance, a million choices
A million lives, one hope
One life, a million hope
A million reason, one lie
One reason, a million lie
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Aries
Right, let's get the whole thing cooking)
I try to run in a different race
But every time I seem to loose face
Making it hard it's easy
But I got to keep trying to lessen my pace
I try to walk down a city-street
I say hello to the people I meet
They're walking their way and thinking I'm crazy
But I have so much trouble just to keeping the beat
Well my way of life is simple
'Cause I just do what I please
Whatever I was blessing
Well it worn't to laugh at me
Maybe I'm just a country boy
Hinging life bringing no joy
Well it's bringing me down, it's making me lonely
You see I'm fooling with a life and it ain't no toy
Well my way of life is simple
'Cause I just do what I please
And whenever I got problems
I just call upon Aries
Here she comes
Here she comes
song performed by by Supertramp
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Take it easy
Sometimes it’s hard to find a simple place of mind
Try and try as hard as you can
You have wonder across this great big land
Still you can’t find so you got to
Take it easy
Don’t bother with the pain and strife
For it will make you lose your life
So don’t bother to get uptight
Take it easy
Remember to take it slow
Plant good seeds and they’ll grow
You’ll be happy before you know
It doesn’t matter who you are
Not everyone can be a star
So be satisfied keep your eyes open wide
Take pride in the things you do
And happiness will find you
Take it easy
Don’t bother with the pain and strife
For it will make you lose your life
So don’t bother to get uptight
Take it easy
Remember to take it slow
Plant good seeds and they’ll grow
You’ll be happy before you know
Sit back my friend and watch worlds collide
Life is a journey so try and enjoy the ride
You are truly blessed so fill your heart with pride
Come what may it’s your choice you decide
Sometimes the road will narrow
Still keep your eyes on the sparrow
Trod lightly in the dark
For every flame starts with a spark
Take it easy
Don’t bother with the pain and strife
For it will make you lose your life
So don’t bother to get uptight
Take it easy
Remember to take it slow
Plant good seeds and they’ll grow
You’ll be happy before you know
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Blossoms
Flowers lovely, marvellous gift from God,
They deck the Earth, they give delight,
They drape the dales and adorn the hills,
They feast the eyes and fill the hearts.
My life blooms when plants are abloom,
Each morn, I gaze at flowers in myriad hues,
That adorn the garden my mother keeps,
Her prized possession next to her kids.
Through the arch window, Roses are in sight,
Chrysanthemums and Daisies, they grow in rows,
The white Lilies and the purple Tulips,
They seem to delight in their contrast shades.
In summer I watch the butterflies flitting around,
Also the honey bees that come to steal the pollen from the blooms,
Small birds that dart into twining boughs,
Build nests in the secret hide of bushy trees.
In rain, I watch the flutter of silvery leaves,
Washed anew and sparkling in radiant glow,
After rain, I count the droplets trapped within,
That struggle to escape from the chamber of hollow blooms.
In breeze, I see the flowers dancing in cheer,
And swing their heads in synchronizing motion,
These sights fill me with indescribable joy,
And set my heart racing in glee.
But when a withering flower comes in view,
It aches my heart and makes me grieve,
Then a question crops within my mind,
Why should a flower wilt and wither so fast.
Before I let the question fly from me
A consoling thought fleets across my brain
Transient it be, it delights all,
Spreads its fragrance all around,
Serves nectar to humming birds and bees,
And decks the Earth in brilliant charm.
What more-needed to fulfill a life,
Than be a source of delight to many!
poem by Valsa George
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Where Do I Go From Here?
When you finish with something or someone
the question you ask yourself
is where do I go from here.
To some there is no easy answer,
others have a route already planned,
while others say I’ll wait until something happens
and then I’ll move along.
No matter whom you are
the question still remains whenever something ends,
where do I go from here.
There is never an easy answer
it remains up to you.
Life keeps going forward at a steady pace
and you have to make your own mind up
which way you want to go
when that question suddenly appears.
Where do I go from here?
poem by David Harris
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The process of rewriting is enjoyable, because you're not in that existential panic when you don't have a novel at all.
quote by Rose Tremain
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18 Definitions Of A Short Poem
1) A short poem
Saves time,
2) A short poem
Saves time
For its reader, also.
3) A short poem is over
Before its read.
4) A short poem
Can be swiftly reread.
5) A short poem
Is a lightning flash.
6) A short poem
Is one metaphor only.
7) A short poem
Is less than nine words.
8) A short poem
Opens ones eyes
In the morning.
9) A short poem
May be a short prayer.
10) A short poem
May be a poem of a single word.
11) Poem.
12) A short poem
A small play on words.
13) A short poem
May be a single sentence.
14) A short poem is shorter
Than the definition of it.
15) It breaks up the icy sea within.
16) A chill down the spine.
17) There is no end
To making definitions of the short poem.
18) A short poem in Hebrew
Is shorter than than the same poem in English.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Equilibrium (Revised)
Earache, perfect for a pity-party and this is
November's best time of year, holidays near
yet not too close to be over too soon, more
work on my desk for an exciting adrenaline
rush of challenge, but I need to feel sorry for
myself - keep all other disasters at bay
Heard a Doomsday prophet say infection of
the ear, even untreated tonsillitis, can lead to
death, the effect lost as we laughed unfazed
hearing such dire predictions, we don't mind
dying per se but rebel against slow decline as
in ageing with pain - aha -
Gout says I mustn't eat chocolate or sugar but
wholegrain alternatives mean vertigo and
nearly losing consciousness, now I eat
chocolates, delight in butter and full cream
milk with cardboard tasting rice cakes; and
Christmas is to be spent with my sister, sweet
Meringue, fruit cake, vanilla sponge, hiking,
riding a fast motorbike - oh yeah, with these
wonders ahead earache will keep me safe from
calling wrath of the gods - let the pain and
aches come now so bad things required to
keep me humble will be taken care of
And all the delectable treats equilibrated
with just the right amount of suffering - as
long as pros and cons are in balance, there is
no fear of arrogance winning, and I can
dream in peace….
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Without Them We Wouldn't Be Here
Ask yourself this question right now,
Is your view on your elders to mock,
If it is it's time ask yourself why,
You must put yourself in the dock.
To properly assess your role in this life,
Your history you just have to respect,
Those generations who have went before,
On them take some time to reflect.
Would you seek advice from your elders,
Or does the thought of that leave you cold,
Life is short so don't ever forget,
One day you yourself will grow old.
Throughout history our Mothers and Fathers,
Have encouraged their offspring to learn,
That the gift of life you must treasure,
The respect of all others you must earn.
Do you really know your Grandparents,
If not you must ask yourself why,
The knowledge they've gained is invaluable,
They also have an unlimited supply.
When they impart their vision of life to you,
Wisdom comes to the one who listens,
Our elders are worth far more than you think,
Remember it's is not just gold that glistens.
They also had parents who loved them,
If they've passed do you know their location,
Find out where they've been laid to rest,
It's a search which will bring such elation.
You'll then find it highly rewarding to find,
You're but a branch on a very large tree,
That generation gap will be cast to the side,
The knowledge gained will set your mind free.
Finally you'll have learned the meaning of life,
Age should never be used as a barrier,
We are all growing old from the day we are born,
Of that message you are now the carrier.
That question you posed will be answered,
Your life will become crystal clear,
We've a lot to thank our elders for,
‘' Without Them We Wouldn't Be Here ''
Life is a teacher.
Life is a puzzle that challenges the master mind
Life is a struggle
Life is commitment
Life is a mystery
Life is a goal- achieve it
Life is a dream to fulfil.
Life is an opportunity
life is a vow, fulfil it.
Life is a duty, perform it
Life is a dangerous game, that we play,
The sun and the rain shows the pleasure and pain.
Life is full of questions
Life is full of intentions
Life is full of elations
celebrations
inspirations
relax ation
acceleration
Life’s a gift with the one you trust
Life’s a gift when you spend it with the one you love
Life is a teacher, the more we live the more we learn.
L- Lovely. I- insightful. F- Full of joy. E – Enjoyable
Accept it.
poem by Lucia Domingos Fula
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I Can Hear You
i am here i can hear you.
but just like them i need not bother.
we are all free
we have our own light
freely given
we are responsible for our own lives
now
you too, no one can be responsible for you.
if you die, die alone.
if you cry, cry alone.
if you smile, and laugh, that is a decision.
if you die, that is a decision.
if you live, that is another decision.
a choice.
an ocean of choices.
an ocean of choices over a continent of options.
take your pick
and be yourself.
me? i choose to live. I choose to be happy.
i choose to be responsible. I don't bother sad people
or happy people.
I scratch my back when it itches.
i set the correct time for my ejaculations.
i sit and relax at my own pace.
i take a walk and breathe. I fill my lungs with so much air.
I float like a cloud. I jump like a grasshopper.
I see like the sun.
I fly like an eagle.
I get high sometimes
and get so low sometimes
but i care about myself
and live my life the way i want it.
i don't humiliate myself with making other people responsible for me.
I can do it.
I don't want other people to drive my car for me
i have hands.
I don't let people open the door for me
i have fingers.
I live my life. That is my business.
I am a breather, that is what i do.
When life does not have meaning anymore
like a wall
i bump it on the wall and then i go.
I know where. I decide that too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A new question has arisen in modern man's mind, the question, namely, whether life is worth living... No sensible answer can be given to the question... because the question does not make any sense.
quote by Erich Fromm
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