21 St Century Human
reinvented the wheel
but hardly managed to stay
equally distanced from its center
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Traces of my touch
I've pushed the borders
I left the stations
The trains are equally sad
The passengers equally busy
I've crossed the moonlight
I've swum the seas
The drops are equally wet
The depths are equally low
I've touched the treetops
I've opened the nests
The boughs are equally fragile
The root is equally deep
Nothing has changed
But the traces of my touch
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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All The Rhetoric Expressed
I've heard it said,
That the liberals...
Are not conservative enough.
They are too far left of center.
And yet...
Those on the right of center,
Are just as equally responsible...
For this nonsense being prioritized.
And,
Having nothing to do with...
Having a united consciousness.
Not one that establishes and confirms...
All the rhetoric expressed about greatness!
The greatness of what?
One's capability to flaunt one's ignorance?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We are not without accomplishment. We have managed to distribute poverty equally.
quote by Nguyen Co Thatch
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Buddhist Hell III
And equally sure there're those who steal,
Lie, cheat, gouge for necessities, disdain,
Capitolize on vice, ruin faith, loll in adulterous beds,
Yet fall asleep convinced Signor God is standing near
Ready to bless their efforts,
And everything in-between.
Then, there's the Buddha, very Gotoma himself,
Sitting cross-legged, in a strew of lotus petals,
Smooth kernal, fountain of every flowing mercy,
Scented center of every center's center,
Smiling amidst the fires of enlightenment,
Lifting, assisting each thing born to its orb.
Forget it. Unh-unh, no,
I swear now, staring at the Morning Star
Who 'dare to be happy as you are',
Advises, twinkling with laughter,
'You as me, me as you',
There is little perfect.
One thing I...
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Hurt. Healed. And Now Distanced
Hurt.
Healed.
And now distanced.
With an attitude that has abandoned,
The honesty of feelings.
With no need for a heart,
To show emotions that include love...
With a purpose to elude the topic of it.
One to ignore and to skip.
Hurt.
Healed.
And now distanced.
From thoughts of relationships.
When they appear to show up...
They are immediately dismissed.
Not permitted to wonder!
Or permitted to exist.
Relationships that close...
The door has shut.
Sealed. Bolted!
Hurt.
Healed.
And now distanced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Them...Selves
Those who have distanced 'themselves',
From the ones who spoke truth.
And embarrassed those distanced,
Who remain sustaining delusions...
About the lives they live.
And...
For 'who'?
Must feel today they are the ones,
That have been betrayed.
Afraid to be identified with 'them'!
When it is now 'them'...
Who have always been respected for who they are.
Them...
Selves!
With an identity,
They maintain and pride.
And have never tried to hide or lie,
The obvious!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Invented the Wheel?
Who invented the wheel?
It is an F. A. Q.
That is here eversince
The wheel came into view
Were it the Sumerians?
Can anyone say who?
Everybody's asking
Nobody seems to know
Who did first use the wheel?
The same and old query
The answer is around
Though not easy to see
Salamander or spider
Transforms into a ball
And like a wheel he goes
Down of a hill he rolls
A wheel without axle
He doesn't have to crawl
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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The various modes of worship which prevailed in the Roman world were all considered by the people as equally true; by the philosopher as equally false; and by the magistrate as equally useful.
quote by Edward Gibbon
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The various modes of worship, which prevailed in the Roman world, were all considered by the people as equally true by the philosopher, as equally false and by the magistrate, as equally useful.
quote by Edward Gibbon
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Drifter
Im just a drifter
Ill stay until you try to tie me down
Im not a quitter, baby
Id like to stay and see the whole thing go down.
Dont try to tell me
What I gotta do to fit
Dont try to rescue me,
Im gonna go with my ship.
What about you, did I ever take a thing from you?
What about me, how do I know that your love is true?
What about you, how can I count on you to count on me?
I like to drive my car
If Ive got someplace to go
I like to feel the wheel
Put down the top and let it roll.
Dont try to fence me in,
Dont try to slow me down
Dont try to speed me up,
Or tie my feet down to the ground.
What about you, did I ever take a thing from you?
What about me, how do I know that your love is true?
What about you, how can I count on you to count on me?
Im just a drifter
Ill stay until you try to tie me down
Dont try to rescue me,
Dont try to rescue me
I like to feel the wheel,
I like to feel the wheel
I like to feel the wheel.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Undermind
Undecided, undefined
Undisturbed yet undermined
Relocated not retired
Reprimanded and rewind
Mystified and misshapen
Misinformed but not mistaken
Reinvented, redefined
Rearranged but not refined
Unrelenting, understroked
Undeterred yet unprovoked
Reinvented, redefined
Rearranged but not refined
Mystified and misshapen
Misinformed but not mistaken
Undecided, undefined.
[Thanks to [email protected] for these lyrics]
song performed by by Phish
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The Engine that Keeps Us Running
At the end of the sidewalk
There is a turn
Near the end of the road
There is an exit
Our engines run together
Never turning separately
But in union
And together
We never exit the road we travel
The love we have for one another
Is our engine
An engine that no one can duplicate
That no one can force into exit
That no one can expire
Together
Our fuel never runs out
We are champions of a mass race
Apart
The coolant cannot cool
The steering wheel cannot steer
The wheels cannot turn
The oil starts to leak
And our engine cannot breathe
Until our engines fall apart
And we cannot race together anymore
Into the heavens we will be
Our engines will be known
For their ability to run together
In union
Through all our life
And others will wonder
How, through so many glitches
We have still made it
And we have managed to fix all errors
And others will wonder
How we kept each other running
Through many engine stalls
And through so many leaks
People will wonder
How we always managed to patch those leaks
And with every spark
We have always started up again
Our engines
Are infamous
Are great
Cannot be copied
Cannot be managed by anyone
But ourselves
Without your engine
My engine would be stalled
With a little spark
We are back in the race
The never ending race
That will only keep us side by side
Until the end of our engine life days
poem by Diana Poems
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Drivin Wheel
(t-bone burnett/billy swan)
Well, all I want is a love thats hot
Cant be sold, cant be bought
Yeah, love that dont try to be somethin its not
Well, all I need is a love thats real
None can rob and none can steal
Hey, love that moves like a drivin wheel
Well, all I want is drivin wheel
All I want is a drivin wheel
All round love my ideal
Well, all I want is love thats right
To hold onto with all my might
Hey, early in the mornin and late at night
Well, all I want is drivin wheel
All I want is a drivin wheel
Hey, all round love my ideal
All I want is a drivin wheel
All I want is a drivin wheel
Hey, all round love my ideal
All I want is a drivin wheel
All I want is a drivin wheel
Well, all round love my ideal
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Peter Sellers constantly reinvented himself.
quote by Merrie Spaeth
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Finally, strategy must have continuity. It can't be constantly reinvented.
quote by Michael Porter
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Time is the scarcest resource and unless it is managed nothing else can be managed.
quote by Peter Drucker
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Subversive language, however, must be constantly reinvented, because it is continually being co-opted by the powerful.
quote by Carol P. Christ
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Women's League Day Care Center
My early lessons taught,
Were delivered...
At the Women's League Day Care Center,
In Hartford, Connecticut.
I had to have been all of two,
Or maybe 3 years old...
When I first began the beginning,
Of an aware consciousness.
I though my mother was giving me away!
And I was quick to show everyone,
Within listening distance...
I didn't like it at all!
I remember Mrs. Hines!
And the wrought iron encased stairsteps,
To the dismal West Avon Street joint.
Right off of Main Street.
A stone's throw...
From Bellevue Square.
A tenement project,
I loved and hated equally.
OH!
I forgot.
This is a poem.
Not a Declaration of Independence.
Well,
Anyway...
The Women's League Daycare Center,
Was extremely significant in my growth process.
I didn't realize it,
Until I was well into my 20's...
What a gift, my sister Mimmie and I, were given.
Gee...
That was back in either 1949 or '50!
And Mim and her husband AL,
Are GRANDPARENTS.
You know...
My mother 'always' told us,
God works in mysterious ways.
And to this day,
I'd like to know...
How my niece, Shayla
And my nephew, Landry...
My sisters Tammy and Lisa,
Get to be...
So much 'older' than me?
Do we 'not' share the same genes?
OH!
This could go on and on.
I feel it!
Dedicated:
To the Women's League Day Care Center,
a name I knew it as for 'many' years.
Located in Hartford, Connecticut.
'Probably the first day care center established,
in the country. Who knows? I'm a writer/poet...
not an historian.
Although, I'm beginning to feel like a dinosaur.
A youthful one, I might add.'
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Idylls Of The King: Song From The Marriage Of Geraint
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud;
Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud;
Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown;
With that wild wheel we go not up or down;
Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.
Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands;
Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands;
For man is man and master of his fate.
Turn, turn thy wheel above the staring crowd;
Thy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud;
Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Prudence is but experience, which equal time, equally bestows on all men, in those things they equally apply themselves unto.
quote by Thomas Hobbes
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