Statues Of Sages
Some statues of sages are requested
For the staying is theirs.
Caught by the realm, we provide a problem
For the stationary sort of creatures.
Sages command me further than me,
They write according to paintings,
Their amusements reveal us as we speak.
Understand the men who accomplish
And their survival is needed by the few.
Reading books of authority
We as statues are also sages.
poem by Naveed Akram
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In the steps of Rumi 83: Watch and pray..
Sages of the east say,
the first cry of the new-born baby
and the last breath of the dying
together make up the divine Name..
in the meantime...
remember, and listen..
sages of the west say,
birds fly, fishes swim, and man prays..
remember what it was
you should be praying for;
listen for the answer...
maybe a sage will pass tomorrow;
maybe you'll be at the window.
Sages like questions;
never enough.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Tao's A Verb
eastern sages say
good evil
pleasure pain
all extremes
experience same,
implying thereby
balance is better
than wherever
we happen to be
right now.
a reason
i suppose
one sometimes spots
eastern sages chuckling
poem by Doug Bentley
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A Poet Leaving Athens
Speak not too ill of me, Athenian friends!
Nor ye, Athenian sages, speak too ill!
From others of all tribes am I secure.
I leave your confines: none whom you caress,
Finding me hungry and athirst, shall dip
Into Cephisos the grey bowl to quench
My thirst, or break the horny bread, and scoop
Stiffly around the scanty vase, wherewith
To gather the hard honey at the sides,
And give it me for having heard me sing.
Sages and friends! a better cause remains
For wishing no black sail upon my mast.
'Tis, friends and sages! lest, when other men
Say words a little gentler, ye repent,
Yet be forbidden by stern pride to share
The golden cup of kindness, pushing back
Your seats, and gasping for a draught of scorn.
Alas! shall this too, never lackt before,
Be, when you most would crave it, out of reach?
Thus on the plank, now Neptune is invoked,
I warn you of your peril: I must live,
And ye, O friends, howe'er unwilling, may.
poem by Walter Savage Landor
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Consolation
O but there is wisdom
In what the sages said;
But stretch that body for a while
And lay down that head
Till I have told the sages
Where man is comforted.
How could passion run so deep
Had I never thought
That the crime of being born
Blackens all our lot?
But where the crime's committed
The crime can be forgot.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Like The World Getting Old Beneath The Dawn
Dresses of seasons are falling down
From behind the veils of summers winters autumns springs
Nothing has really changed
Between the borders of wars worlds words and warnings
No difference between those
Who still do not understand
And those who think
They got it all just right
Equally grasped in Love
And the all pervading mother Mercy
Against the Mother Courage Infliction
When the rivers of Babylon
Splash our tears again and again
Great worlds lost out little lives found
In the memories of Sion
Old sages growing their beards
Like the white rivers of eternal snow
Covering everything never to melt
Old sages with yellow golden sticks
Walking the same dry deserts
Of survival sagas sagacious
Singing songs of springs ever lost
And autumn breathing swaying the lungs
Hanging upon the last atom of air
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Story Of Seven Sages-Prica O Sedam Mudraca
millions of breathings in an anxious breath
seven sages were given
seven drops of waiting
seven drops of hope
seven sages were given
three warm kisses
three gentle touches
seven sages were given
and one though only in endless admiration
Inexpressibility fingers sculptured life
mirijade disanja u tjeskobi daha
sedmorici mudraca neko je dao
sedam kapi čekanja
sedam kapi nadanja
sedmorici mudraca neko je dao
tri topla poljupca
tri meka dodira
sedmorici mudraca neko je dao
i samo jednu misao u beskraju divljenja
sedmorici mudraca neko je da
Život je izvajan prstima Neizrecivosti
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Sages
Sages mark with pens a scribe’s thought,
Masking their mighty thinking and philosophy
And producing scholarship to ruin a devil’s jest.
Scholars are bending the rules
And failing the test of success
For they hasten to their graves
Due to deadly words and deeds.
Their wishes are sounding notes of music,
And the written word has been shown
Always by sages.
poem by Naveed Akram
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By Sages
Where are so many of those other pages?
The books are allowed to be written by sages.
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Sages Of War
Opening the books of sages is like engaging militarily,
This country needs you, when it is time for war and ability.
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Books are those faithful mirrors that reflect to our mind the minds of sages and heroes.
quote by Edward Gibbon
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Truth
Truthful words are not necessarily beautiful.
Beautiful words are not necessarily truth.
Sages do not argue.
Those who argue are not sages.
Those who have true knowledge
Are different from those with book knowledge.
Those who have book knowledge
Are not wise.
(extracted from Tao Te Ching, chapter 81)
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Golden Statues
We strike the hearts of golden statues,
Inside them we find and describe the futility.
This innocent man who beautified the world
Has created his own house where no statues exist.
Open these writings with the key of success
So that reading and writing beleaguers the olden men.
Internal strife stagnates the soul’s journey,
But where is the pain so descriptive?
Disrupt nobody in this nation of brilliance,
Offend nobody, nobody must be destroyed
But the statues of great art, the living stones?
No! - They reside in the crevices of flames
And so smoke and ash leap into the sky.
Inculcate these beliefs in the heart
And the head shall follow with similar faith.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Love Sonnet 179 When sages say that dusk of skies so red,
When sages say that dusk of skies so red,
Predicts a pleasant, sunny day after,
Did it mean, no rain, none of tears to shed,
Even when hearts that grieve and bleed suffer?
And strange how color red figures in gloom:
Red is rose that hides stinging wasps or thorns,
Then red lips brought my sanity to doom,
Now, red skies assure not those glossy morns;
It was red that my lady wore to dance,
Red was wine that made us forget the time,
Red was her face, when we gave love to chance,
Red was the light when not stopping is crime;
.......But then, sages are deemed right all along,
.......My umbrage is for times they could be wrong.
.
.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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We must believe what is good and true about the prophets, that they were sages, that they did understand what proceeded from their mouths, and that they bore prudence on their lips.
The Unspoken Muse
With fear, comes desire.
In those words you do not speak holds your power.
As the muse will push you to bounds unknown.
Only in dark times are we truly alone.
So their is light.
Even if we are not noticed.
Words will be still spoken.
Embolden by the thoughts of her.
Glistening upon all the emptiness.
A winters bitterness.
A survival of a long trial.
Endured and shared with the world.
Written in stages.
To be read by those through the ages.
The magic in these sages.
Hidden behind a perspective, a view.
It is part of you and everything you do.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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0025 The Godown of Knowledge
‘The godown of knowledge
increases by distribution’..
What a lovely picture
the sages paint –
like a children’s story
of magic, of that world
that’s truer than you’d think –
A huge warehouse, busy
at the unloading bays,
with thousands of white-clad,
happy faces under the sign,
‘Knowledge Godown – Take
as Much as you can Manage’,
handing out to eager arms,
while in the office, email, telephones
are busy with the orders for despatch
to those in need who’re not so near;
and a glance over your shoulder
from the work station
shows the stock piling ever higher…
a lovely story… except that
that is how it is
in that world that children
just about recall
and sages know.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Skinny Limbs With Fire
Skinny limbs only saved us,
He grunted with disgust as his arm
Touched us, forever in this way.
He yelled, and a ripple of explosions
Were heard over the way.
The wild, untamed creatures denied
His authority, and they became flames.
The fire of honour was immense,
Just as fire is honourable after the laws.
These values are exceptionally overridden,
As far as death prevails.
He paused, and grinned, with the words
Of power, the exact words recorded by sages.
Those limbs that saved us were very thin,
But what fire roasts the skin?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Other people, including me, have written books with main characters who were old and rich. Or old and brilliant. Old sages, old wizards, old rich people.
quote by Elizabeth Moon
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Some would be sages if they did not believe they were so already.
quote by Baltasar Gracian
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A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam that flashes across his mind from within, more than the lustre of the firmament of bards and sages. Yet he dismisses without notice his own thought, because it is his. In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts they come back to us with a sort of alienated majesty.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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