From, Thinking and Love!
From to....
Thinking......
Love! ! ! Someone!
This is a powerful verb!
Needs no preposition.
Love! Ready.
Without one, you can also.
They say someone is better
But it can be alone!
He fulfills his role well!
LOVE only when coupled
Loving Someone!
You can not love this, this, this......
You can not love My, Your, Our......
You can only LOVE! in You, for You
There you can!
Then, combine!
Jealous that Verb!
But it also has another verb.
What comes after the LOVE!
Think!
Thinking requires.... something that, in my, in yours, in our!
You also think.... From the Other!
Thinking all is wanting!
At that point! In this combination!
The love does not tolerate such a preposition
Demanding that verb!
Then comes the
FROM!
Birth from thee!
Because you began putting together The Love
and finished with The Think!
Painful this verb!
poem by Mirna Morgan
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After the verb 'to Love,' 'to Help' is the most beautiful verb in the world.
quote by Bertha von Suttner
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The Grammar Lesson
A noun's a thing. A verb's the thing it does.
An adjective is what describes the noun.
In "The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz"
of and with are prepositions. The's
an article, a can's a noun,
a noun's a thing. A verb's the thing it does.
A can can roll - or not. What isn't was
or might be, might meaning not yet known.
"Our can of beets is filled with purple fuzz"
is present tense. While words like our and us
are pronouns - i.e. it is moldy, they are icky brown.
A noun's a thing; a verb's the thing it does.
Is is a helping verb. It helps because
filled isn't a full verb. Can's what our owns
in "Our can of beets is filled with purple fuzz."
See? There's almost nothing to it. Just
memorize these rules...or write them down!
A noun's a thing, a verb's the thing it does.
The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz.
poem by Steve Kowit
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The Verb to Love
Some people tell me that love is a feeling
Or a possession
Somehow it seems so cold
And when they say love is sweet,
Does it mean that you eat it?
Maybe you drink it,
Does it fill up an empty hole?
Im lookin for a love and I may not find it
You know it doesnt mean a thing
Without some action behind it
Please come home
I can hear them calling
Please come home
Please dont leave us all alone
Your mama and your papa are crying all alone
You better let it magnetize, learn to sacrifice
til we get the true version of
The meaning of the verb to love
What does it mean to love?
And when somebody needs love,
Do they spend some money?
Say something funny,
Ask for some tenderness?
And when you wanna touch of love,
Do you lie on your back?
Stand on your head,
How do you feel it best?
Im looking for a love with no strings attached
To take me like I am, thats the only catch
Please come home
I can hear them calling
Please come home
Please dont leave us all alone
Your wife and your lover are crying all alone
You better let it magnetize, learn to sacrifice
til we learn the true version of
The meaning of the verb to love
Does it mean any more,
The more you talk about it
Is it anymore real
If you jump around and shout it
Im sick and tired of hearing
bout everyone without it and
Too much talkin sends me walkin
Night is falling and everybodys calling for love
Everybodys lookin for their one and only
Its only just a game cause theyre scared to be lonely
Please come home
I can hear them calling
Please come home
Please dont leave us all alone
Your brothers and your sisters are crying all alone
You got let it magnetize, learn to sacrifice
til we get the true version of
The meaning of the verb to love
What does it mean to love?
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Artist as verb
Perhaps the world is more grammatical
than grammar: reveals itself, a little coded –
as codes tempt, when grammar hides
under the guise of schoolmaster:
the artist, say, as verb:
as the verb, to be:
luring the mighty subject
beyond all thought, to become
an object we can all enjoy:
the sculptor, deep within his isness,
praying with his chisel
so that Krishna cannot but consent;
entering this stone;
the poet, listening to
the Word behind all words,
charming the spirit of all things
to make all objects sacred in our eyes;
the musician, listening to the silence,
as through his being, pass
worlds of knowledge beyond all words..
we, as heaven’s verb,
watching as subject, object,
make themselves a mirror for each other.
Grammar could be love.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The word is the Verb, and the Verb is God.
quote by Victor Hugo
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Inscription For A Grammar
There were two cheerful pronouns
And nought did them disturb:
Until they met, out walking.
A conjugative verb.
The pronouns, child, were You and I,
We might as well confess;
But, ah, the mischief-making verb
I leave to you to guess!
poem by Christopher Morley
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Selfe's Grammar: a sonnet in the style of George Herbert
O Lord: my dearmost Selfe – why need I name Thee?
Whom I need not call - forever near;
O Lord: my wholest Selfe – what grammar speak Thee,
who art Word and Speech, and Mouth and Ear;
Thou art not circumscribed by any Noun,
that any but Thyself hath speech to say;
nor Pronoun Thou – who art both I and Thee
and He and She and every It and They;
All Verbs Thou art; and every verb, Thy act;
and yet, Thy Stillness knows no verb that moves;
no Adjective may praise Thee as Thou art;
no Adverb tell how Thy Love constant proves;
O Lord, my whole dear Selfe: my silent prayer
may speak the louder; Thy sweet Stillness share.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Verbs v. nouns
Nouns…
they’re dead things; names
you give to things to render them
immobile; to make them yours, your very own; fit for nothing
except scrapheaps, museums, dictionaries, armchairs;
but they make you feel good;
you have control over their world;
you don’t have to think about them any more;
they’re all locked up safe in your collecting-box,
the noun for which is head:
you can sound important with nouns:
this government’s raft of measures
for fiscal stimulation of the economy
but verbs… ah, verbs!
you can’t own them, push them about,
collect them, be important about them;
they own themselves;
they’re outdoor words: going about their
lawful business, doing what they're best at,
measuring their own life as they work;
adapting themselves to what needs to be done
which nouns can’t do without a committee
and then it’s too late; happy
to be themselves, being; even
being while they’re doing.. don't you wish
you were a verb?
Nature – (that’s a verb, by the way,
not a noun) – is all verbs; evolution
is a verb (not a theory):
DNA’s a verb – you can’t own it
like a noun…it doesn’t even
want to own you…
so, be a child – put your boots on,
run, splash, shout look at all those verbs;
how bright the world, what fun,
nothing to put in your pocket to take home
(or if you do, it’ll change to a noun, your noun,
in your pocket, in your drawer, gathering dust:
verbs don’t have the time to gather dust…)
verbs are for observing; verbs are for
seeing for the first time; wow! Verbs are for
inventors, explorers, tree-climbing,
coming home after a day of verb-watching
tired and looking forward to tomorrow
and sleeping soundly, maybe even
thanking, laughing, giving, living;
God is a verb.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A verb has a hard enough time of it in this world when it is all together. It's downright inhuman to split it up. But that's what those Germans do. They take part of a verb and put it down here, like a stake, and they take the other part of it and put it a way over yonder like another stake, and between these two limits they just shovel in German.
quote by Mark Twain
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My Love Fantasy (I am ready for love)
I'm ready for love but love is not ready for me
How come this wasn't suppose to be
Be free, happy but not lonely just loving truly
I am ready for love so ready for love........
Love is what I am
Playing back in my mind is this for real this time
I am ready love so so ready for love
For deep in my heart I found that special one
What's his name? ? ? ?
That's not important but i am so ready for love
Thinking about how much love I have to give to that special person
Thinking about how he makes me feel inside
I felt as if I could just cry
Crying is not my specialty
But thinking about him brings tears to my eyes
Because honestly he makes me happy
Sometimes I ask myself 'WHY? '
WONDERING WONDERING
All I can say is I Love Him.
I am ready for love.
poem by Anita Khelawan
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Here In My Room
This party is old and uninviting
Participants all in black and white
You enter in full blown technicolor
Nothing is the same after tonight
If the world would fall apart
In a fiction worthy wind
I wouldn't change a thing now that you're here
Yeah, love is a verb here in my room
You enter and close the door behind you
Now show me the world seen from the stars
If only the lights would dim a little
I'm weary of eyes upon my scars
If the world would fall apart
In a fiction worthy wind
I wouldn't change a thing now that you're here
Yeah, love is a verb here in my room
Pink tractor beam into your incision
Head spinning is free, it's dervish's wheel
I came here expecting next to nothing
So thank you for being that kind of girl
song performed by by Incubus
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In Hell
You live by the book of wonders,
The book has hell on it when opened.
The inferno carries pits too grilling,
The grills are offered by devils,
Contagious diseases are handed over
To the body and bones, full of hatred.
A hell of books is opened by the librarian,
You choose a simple verb to read,
Then this verb is read, the verb that signals death.
Your death must never come by reading books,
Long scrolls so wonderful,
Of books the world is made
And the reason for books is reading,
Not living in Hell.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Marriage is not a noun; it's a verb. It isn't something you get. It's something you do. It's the way you love your partner every day.
quote by Barbara de Angelis
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Her...
I can never get my mind off her,
I wonder if she'd mind if i'd,
make her my own,
and never let her go,
hug her tight,
treat her right,
act all polite,
take her on a date,
make sure i'm never late,
kiss her on her lips,
talk about our kids,
Make her feel like princess,
living in a castle,
hope that is not too much hassle,
But i am so blessed,
hope i can be the best,
hold you tight,
have your BR3A$t,
on my chest,
pass the test,
NOW YOUR MINE!
sorry for word spamming: (
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poem by Jordan Moore
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My Meaning of Love
Love is unpredictable Love is uncontainable
Love is reliable Love is infallible
Love is right Love is wrong
Love is weak Love is strong
Love is good Love is pure
Love is real Love is sure
Love is jealous Love is pain
Love is lost Love is gained
Love is naked Love is raw
Love is everything Love is all
Love is here Love is there
Love is beautiful Love is fair
Love is great Love is shit
Love is demanding Love is it....
poem by Lexer Hernandez
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Love is It
Love is unpredictable Love is uncontainable
Love is reliable Love is infallible
Love is right Love is wrong
Love is weak Love is strong
Love is good Love is pure
Love is real Love is sure
Love is jealous Love is pain
Love is lost Love is gained
Love is naked Love is raw
Love is everything Love is all
Love is here Love is there
Love is beautiful Love is fair
Love is great Love is shit
Love is demanding Love is it....
poem by Paul LaFalce
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The verb 'to love' in Persian is 'to have a friend.' 'I love you' translated literally is 'I have you as a friend,' and 'I don't like you' simply means 'I don't have you as a friend.'
quote by Shusha Guppy
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I Too, Like An Unfinished Poem
an unfinished poem sounds like
an incomplete sentence
sometimes just a predicate without a subject
like love unrequited
a verb without a noun
an adjective so misplaced that
it calls for an adverb
it is more like a mouth
that opens but says only some syllables
though you as the reader
understands what the poet
wants to stress and mean and accentuate
for some parts of the poem are meant
not to be finished sometimes
in fact, they are meant to be concealed
and well covered like a bikini
to your.........or the prohibited love
you still keep in your........
or the memories that hurt you and are meant
to be unsaid.......you still want her not to
know..........
i, too, like an unfinished poem
like the sketch of your secret love many, many years ago,
once when you were young
the face is unfinished, you have not drawn the eyes
of that love so profuse that no canvass could ever contain
you still like this love unfinished, who knows
the ripe time comes and both of you
will finish
the unfinished love poem soon......
or some poems cannot ever be finished
because the words to complete them still
do not exist
or they are simply missing,
too lost like you,
they are not there yet to a feeling so new
so fragile and so indescribable.....
so rare........
and i, really, like it that way the poem
unfinishes itself
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Peace And Love
Peace and love
Peace and love
That's all I'm thinking of baby peace and love
Peace and love
Peace and love
That's all I'm thinking of baby peace and love
Riding around in a volkswagon van
Thinking of the people upside down in Japan
Staring at the stars in a distant galaxy
Wonderin' if there's someone out there staring back at me singin'
Peace and love
Peace and love
That's all I'm thinking of baby peace and love
Peace and love
Peace and love
That's all I'm thinking of baby peace and love
Lying on the floor
Just playing my guitar
Trying to find the chords for just the way you are
Plane crash flashing on my TV
Well it could have been you baby well it could have been me
We'll never live forever, well baby things could be worse
Cause when we get together we are one with the universe
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont
Open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant
Got crazy karma never harmed a single soul
So if you want to join me than together we'll grow old singin'
Peace and love
Peace and love
That's all I'm thinking of baby peace and love
Peace and love
Peace and love
That's all I'm thinking of baby peace and love
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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Bitter Blow of Love
Love! you dealt a bitter blow –
You lay me cross the mortal plains,
Bedewed, bedimmed amongst a show
Of tearful clouds: eternal rains
To weep at my enduring foe
Of harsh reality – searing pains of
Destiny: dependable propensity
To fool myself repeatedly
That I could ever triumph over love!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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