Taste
What, then, is taste but those internal powers,
Active and strong, and feeling alive
To each fine impulse? a discerning sense
Of decent and sublime, with quick disgust
From things deformed, or disarranged and gross
In species. This nor gems nor stores of gold,
Nor purple state nor culture can bestow;
But God alone, when first His active hand
Imprints the secret bias of the soul.
poem by Mark Akenside
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Get Your Spirit Right
Practice.
Active,
Prayer...
Everyday,
You can!
Be active in the practice,
Of prayer...
Everyday.
You can!
Care less about the he said,
Or she said...
Conflicting pickers of fights.
They'll keep you awake with sleepless nights.
Be true to your practice,
In active...
Prayer,
Everyday.
You can!
Erratic tactics,
Keep captive...
With distractions,
To minimize your pride.
Don't worry about their appetites...
For doing things the wrong way.
You stay on the side of what's right,
Now!
Practice.
Active,
Prayer...
Everyday,
You can!
Be active in the practice,
With swift actions of your prayers...
Everyday.
You can!
Get your spirit right!
Let backbiters do what they do.
You can choose not to approve!
Just keep your practice,
Active...
In prayer,
Everyday.
You can!
Don't worry about their appetites...
For doing things the wrong way.
You stay on the side of what's right,
Now!
Practice.
Active,
Prayer...
Everyday,
You can!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
We still have people in the active duty, and if people are feeling ill, if they're experiencing various symptoms and they're still in the active duty, they're less likely to come forward because that could result in their medical discharge.
quote by Bernard Sanders
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Where is one active.?
To steal is static; not to steal is active.
To lie is static; not to lie is active.
To hate is static; not to hate is active.
To love the opposite sex is static.
You are active when you are forbidden.
You are alert where you are forbidden.
18.02.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Great Blue Sky
watching the great blue sky recede into the black space it really is,
listening to the lapping of an active lake under the great blue sky,
feeling the soothing warmth of an active lake under the great blue sky,
smelling the lotion passing into the soothing warmth of an active lake under the great blue sky,
tasting the freedom of summer as the lotion passes into the soothing warmth of an active lake under the great blue sky,
the great blue sky which recedes into the black space it really is.
poem by Kale Beaudry
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Why's Phone Not Active?
active is a distraction
an active slow down
don't bring me down
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Now Herod was an active man, and soon found proper materials for his active spirit to work upon.
quote by Flavius Josephus
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Lame Brother
My parents sleep both in one grave;
My only friend's a brother.
The dearest things upon the earth
We are to one another.
A fine stout boy I knew him once,
With active form and limb;
Whene'er he leaped, or jumped, or ran,
O I was proud of him!
He leaped too far, he got a hurt,
He now does limping go.-
When I think on his active days,
My heart is full of woe.
He leans on me, when we to school
Do every morning walk;
I cheer him on his weary way,
He loves to hear my talk:
The theme of which is mostly this,
What things he once could do.
He listens pleased-then sadly says,
'Sister, I lean on you.'
Then I reply, 'Indeed you're not
Scarce any weight at all.-
And let us now still younger years
To memory recall.
'Led by your little elder hand,
I learned to walk alone;
Careful you used to be of me,
My little brother John.
'How often, when my young feet tired,
You've carried me a mile!-
And still together we can sit,
And rest a little while.
'For our kind master never minds,
If we're the very last;
He bids us never tire ourselves
With walking on too fast.'
poem by Charles Lamb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Berkeley had a liberal element in the student body who tended to be quite active. I think that's in general a feature of intellectually active places.
quote by John Searle
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
My Imagination of a Purple Sky
I imagined a Purple Sky today from dawn till dusk.
A gold moon and millions of gold stars lit across this silk sheet of a Purple Sky.
And then it rained streaks of fine gold.
The majestic sky then decided to be very generous and poured down tremendous amounts of Rubies, Diamonds and Sapphires.
All different colours, shapes and sizes.
A great big King then appeared radiant in the Purple Sky and looked down at me with such a delight...
I was atonished with joy!
He was wearing a dazzling gold crown encrusted with millions of white diamonds and a crushed Purple velvet gown with such a long train.
It was certainly a sight for my sore eyes.
Here.. he said come take me hand... I want you to be the Queen of this Purple Sky, but most importantly be the Queen of my Purple Heart....
He swept me off my feet and we sat in the great heights of his Kingdom in the Purple Sky drinking goblets of wine.
A colleague then tapped my shoulder and notified me I was late for a meeting! ! ! ! !
I then discovered something strange as I put my hand into my jacket pocket out appeared a beautiful Purple Ruby ring.....
poem by Premila Patel
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Mighty Fine Blues
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes indeed
Walk down any street
Pass the people you meet
What is it about this place that keeps you on your feet
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes indeed
Night is coming down
Closer to the ground
Gonna have a little fun while I'm still around
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes indeed
Don't believe the words they say to you when their soul's hurting
Don't believe a word they say about me because I'm feeling mighty fine
Think I gotta go
Think I'm gonna die
Oh my God somethings wrong
The end is coming near
because I'm
Feeling mighty fine
feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am, yes I am
song performed by by Eels
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
All the evidence that we have indicates that it is reasonable to assume in practically every human being, and certainly in almost every newborn baby, that there is an active will toward health, an impulse towards growth, or towards the actualization.
quote by Abraham Maslow
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Now It's My Turn
You've convinced me to deny who I am
Told me that I couldn't do it
When I figured out that I could you threw me into a pit
Of self pity and self insult, fed me your lies that my talent wasn't there
When I realized the truth that it was all you did was scare
Me into believing that my talent was destructive
Told me I could have self control
Told me I couldn't use this gift to console
But now I finally see through your lies I've seen through them
You were scared, full of fear
You were scared to the point of a dripping tear
You were scared I'd realize my calling
You were scared I'd revoke the statements of mundane
you were scared I'd actually sing
You were scared, and insane
I never once thought that all of these lies were from you
I never thought you spoke to me too
But now it's my turn
The gift you were so scared of here it is
Look now it's His
The gift that I did once spurn
I'll use to destroy your principalities
This is my secondary weapon to fight your powers
I'll draw my inspiration from my sword
I'll holster my regret and low self esteem
You can't tie up with them anymore
I don't believe I'm something to abhor
Now that I see I'm loved you can't tell me who I am
Because it doesn't matter, not because what you say is empty
No, that was me
It doesn't matter because it's not about who I am
It's about who I serve
Send your demons, send your temptations, maybe I'll even fail
Maybe I'll regret these statements, maybe even weep and wail
But it's too late, you can't put me back on your curve
I won't stray from the straight and narrow
This is the path I've chosen to follow
Now you can't touch me
Now you can't touch my poetry
Now I've realized my gift, even if just part, I've realized that part
I've realized why I have all these desires in my deepest heart
So now it's my turn, you used my gift to beat me down
Talked me into misusing it or not using it all
Well now it's your turn
Taste my sword, it's different than my peers
Taste my sword it can lead many
Taste my sword it's greater than me
You know the sting of old Proverbs and Psalms
But now it's my turn
I don't believe the lies because I know who I'm loved by
I don't believe those lies because I know my identity
I don't believe their lies because I believe in something greater
I don't believe your lies, because you're their father
I don't believe your lies, you've already lost
In trying to destroy me, He made me stronger
Now you got yourself one heck of an enemy
I never thought I'd say it, but it's me
Here's a taste of the last days
This is my worship, one day you will feel righteous burn of a billion
But until that day we'll wait
Unfortunately for you it's not passive
It's active
Active waiting
Active seeking
Active worship
Active writing
Because now it's finally my turn
I'll watch you burn
In the advanced darkness
Behind a wall of glass
Watch you, you the iconoclast
I'll expose your lies
This isn't a heart of darkness
This is a heart of light
I'll unwrite your lies
Because now I know
Because now
It's my turn
poem by David Knox
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Now That Theres You
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Now that theres you
I can get up in the morning
Look down the lonesome road
Know that I have the strength to carry on
Now that theres you
Love abides in my soul
I have a purpose, I have a goal
I can reach out and touch the star
Yesterday it seemed so far
Now that theres you, oh you
No matter the trial
Ill get by coz I know theres an answer
Somewhere in your smile
Now that theres you
I can reach that mountain top
till I get there I wont stop
Ive a new sense of pride
It makes me do things I never tried
Now that theres you oh, you
I can feel I am real
At last I taste the honey
Im alive for the first time
And the sun shines over
Now that theres you
Hey, you
Oh oh oh oh
I see all the colours the world was supposed to be
And now a robin sings and I know theres spring
Now that theres you
Every day I seem to find a new dimension of my mind
Im no longer a piece of clay
My heart has some buried lungs to say
Now that theres you, oh you
I can feel I am real
At last I taste the honey
Im alive for the first time
And the sun shines over
Now that theres you
Thank you baby
I feel I am real
At last I taste the honey
Im alive for the first time
And the sun shines over
Now that theres you
Im real Im real
At last I taste the honey
Im alive for the first time
And the sun shines over
Now that theres you
La la la la la
La la la la la la la
Im alive for the first time
And the sun shines over
Now that theres you
Im real Im real
At last I taste the honey
Im alive for the first time
And the sun shines over
Now that theres you
song performed by by Diana Ross
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Had I The Power That Have The Will
HAD I the power that have the will,
The enfeebled will - a modern curse -
This book of mine should blossom still
A perfect garden-ground of verse.
White placid marble gods should keep
Good watch in every shadowy lawn;
And from clean, easy-breathing sleep
The birds should waken me at dawn.
- A fairy garden; - none the less
Throughout these gracious paths of mine
All day there should be free access
For stricken hearts and lives that pine;
And by the folded lawns all day -
No idle gods for such a land -
All active Love should take its way
With active Labour hand in hand.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I think that our primary concern is that the membership in our industry become active. I'm not talking about the candidates being active. I'm talking about the few hundred thousand people who work in the industry around the United States.
quote by Lew Wasserman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
I would say the most help I got was from my dad. My dad is a civil engineer in Switzerland; he's 90 years old now, so he's no longer active as a civil engineer, but still a very active person.
quote by Claude Nicollier
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Loves and laws
Loves and laws…
Loves will bend and loves have bench.
Bet my Betty loves in tents.
Hold to be the looks for best.
Men have chances are better rest.
Money ranks are fruits are trees.
Smart will pay our simple fees.
Wealth is ill to get but smart.
Heads and mouth are loving arts.
Love our smart as captain grand.
Roles of sexes are loves with DAN..
Strong and active all can love.
All the ways to banks have laughs.
Beauty trades are good to buy.
Dance on beds are happy guys.
Cat is fat and ranks are dirt.
Tyrants' ways are bad from birth.
Peking models sexes have BIO.
Loves as cats or dogs that mind.
Model BIO are teacher pets.
Free are open active sexes.
Jonny cash are PEKING MISS.
Greenish books are secret means.
Some are secret agents tools.
Goble crimes are gods as told.
--Cheung Shun sang=Cauchy3---
.
poem by Cheung Shun Sang
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Poets and tellers
Dear Poet! You know or know not,
It is your right brain that
Is more active and alert.
It sees things as a whole, in long shot.
It sees wide and tell in terse.
It observes deeply and expresses its core.
Dear Story Teller! You se or see not, ,
It is your left brain that
Is more active and alert.
It sees things minutely in close up.
It scans at length and tells vast.
It observes closely and expands it.
Shakespeare is more a poet.
John Milton is more a storyteller.
16.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
(Anti Prejudice Poem) Clout Of Fame
When ideals are favored.
The truth shall be abandon for things better savored.
As it sometimes brings nothing but disgust.
A bitter taste you can't get out no matter how hard you try.
A spitting upon the pavement until memories fade.
How could we ever allow it?
A ignorant denial when we know it's going on all the time.
A religious belief of the out sight and out of mind.
Silence we tell them everything is fine,
A justification to investigate things in house,
As if their wouldn't be any bias,
A dismissive response to anyone speaks up.
It didn't happen.
You now have to leave because we have found nothing to substantiate your accusations,
With you gone so will be the problem.
But the root never being pulled it will resurface again and again,
It something that we can not defend.
Their nothing so righteous in existence.
That we should completely ignore something so wrong,
We can't stain such a precious name.
Letters etched upon history.
Read it out aloud and be proud of what he was.
Never mind what occurred under his rule.
Such is the clout of fame.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Psalm 107 part 3
Intemperance punished and pardoned.
Vain man, on foolish pleasures bent,
Prepares for his own punishment;
What pains, what loathsome maladies,
From luxury and lust arise!
The drunkard feels his vitals waste,
Yet drowns his health to please his taste;
Till all his active powers are lost,
And fainting life draws near the dust.
The glutton groans, and loathes to eat,
His soul abhors delicious meat;
Nature, with heavy loads oppressed,
Would yield to death to be released.
Then how the frighted sinners fly
To God for help with earnest cry!
He hears their groans, prolongs their breath,
And saves them from approaching death.
No med'cines could effect the cure
So quick, so easy, or so sure;
The deadly sentence God repeals,
He sends his sovereign word, and heals.
O may the sons of men record
The wondrous goodness of the Lord!
And let their thankful off'rings prove
How they adore their Maker's love
poem by Isaac Watts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!