Students Of Numbers
In these days of stupidity
Having a voice for the signs
Then in the rivers of mud
We strive for the heavenly bridges
And the gates riding in
With helpers and genetic men.
The female crowd was bitter
To bend and interfere in the holiness
Then in sentences of joy.
I see a godly helper in the distance
Who seeks knowledge after me!
I see a good man be naturalness
On the grounds of pity.
I send the sentences of regret
Into the abyss of modelling,
Models of numbers are in substance
Due to the subtle arts.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Boy Drowned
A boy walked to and fro along the bridge,
His mastering of good news was sound and bright;
As the knowledge of wisdom set in from the river,
The waves had spent their effort for too long;
The rivers mastered the boy, for the bridge was long,
And the bridges were so far in the distance.
Every boy will learn for the news to be a world of good,
The good life exactly arrived with seas of wonder;
Knowledge exercised its power on the wondrous boy,
For the bridges he had traversed produced more learning;
Bridges across the water killed the boy who mattered,
For he was found on a riverbed, dead and drowned.
poem by Naveed Akram
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It's weird when people start sentences with 'frankly' - as if their other sentences don't count.
quote by Doug Coupland
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I'll agonize over sentences. Mostly because you're trying to create specific effects with sentences, and because there are a number of different voices in the book.
quote by Neil Gaiman
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America has the longest prison sentences in the West, yet the only condition long sentences demonstrably cure is heterosexuality.
quote by Bruce Jackson
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The past, present and future
I was the usual detainee who stood out of the class most of the time.
The lean English teacher who has a slight dimple on the chin when she smiles, once called me in and asked me to write three sentences the past, present and future tense.
I wrote them without any hesitation.
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1.They built massive bridges.
2. They build massive bridges.
3. They will build massive bridges for whom and where do you cross?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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What makes literature interesting is that it does not survive its translation. The characters in a novel are made out of the sentences. That's what their substance is.
quote by Jonathan Miller
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Words, Words, Words
We seem to define words so as to use them,
Conquering the speech of another person;
Just to be a speaker is even better for a person
Than to read or write and practise scholarship.
We meet words carefully chosen by them and combine
To form sentences that will be recognised,
Thus the attached meaning is passed on;
Prosperity is the objective, success is marvellous.
Scholars are thinking men, relaxed by books,
They do not only speak, but look at the messages
From the written word, learning godly works,
Escaping blunders, escaping our mockery.
We are with fine words, words capture us,
Your vocabulary depends on your cleverness and intelligence,
So concoct the perfect sentences,
Invent the same language that we speak.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Vigorous writing is concise. A sentence should contain no unnecessary words, a paragraph no unnecessary sentences, for the same reason that a drawing should have no unnecessary lines and a machine no unnecessary parts. This requires not that the writer make all his sentences short, or that he avoid all detail and treat his subjects only in outline, but that every word tell.
William Strunk, Jr in Elements of Style (1919)
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Fortunate are females
Among kids, girls are lovelier.
Among singers, women are appealing.
Women dancers are pretty to watch.
Female models are models everywhere.
All magazines carry female torso.
Why?
Only men have lust in eyes.
29.05.2001, Berham
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Dis-ease
Down the road of sorrows bend-
Where my tears they run like rain-
The ache inside will not subside...
While my soul overflows with pain;
I cannot accept this sad destiny-
But know that i have no choice-
'Tis a taste of most bitter waste-
For my illness it has a voice;
It yells at me when i try to sleep...
It jabs at me while i am awake...
No amount of tears can erase my fears-
There 'tis no more happiness to make;
Every day 'tis a struggle and a challenge...
Never knowing whats 'round the bend...
Holding back the sorrows of my dreaded tomorrows-
Does nothing to prepare me for my end;
Each day of life that God gives unto me-
'Tis like a gift that heaven did send-
Even in the air of my deepest despair...
I hold dear all of my family-my friends;
During this most fervent test...
Where 'tis sometimes hard to breathe-
I battled the Beast with a most Godly feast...
And thank Him for all of the gifts i have received;
poem by Theodora Onken
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A marginal artist-Marginalni umjetnik
a being sentences to be a measure of a universe
is a marginal artist always on the edge
of a 'neath-beyond-abyss
bice osudjeno da bude mjera svemira
je marginalni umjetnik uvijek na ivici
pod-nad-zemnog ponora
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Rivers Too Wide
(morrison)
The rivers too wide now for crossing
The waters rush too loud for talking
We never build bridges for walking
cause the rivers too wide
A gentle stream once flowed between us
But love could cross it easily
Till stormy skies brought bitter teardrops
And made that stream a raging river
Come between you and me
The rivers too wide now for crossing
The waters rush too loud for talking
We never build bridges for walking
Theres no getting to the other side
The rivers too wide now for crossing
The current goes too deep for mending
It looks like an unhappy ending
cause the rivers too wide
Good lessons learned are not forgotten
We gave up love to save our pride
Next time Im faced with rising waters
Ill build a bridge of love and kindness
Reaching to the other side
The rivers too wide now for crossing
The waters rush too loud for talking
We never build bridges for walking
Theres no getting to the other side
The rivers too wide now for crossing
The current goes too deep for mending
It looks like an unhappy ending
cause the rivers too wide
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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December, 1903
And if I can't speak about my love-
if I don't talk about your hair, your lips, your eyes,
still your face that I keep within my heart,
the sound of your voice that I keep within my mind,
the days of September rising in my dreams,
give shape and colour to my words, my sentences,
whatever theme I touch, whatever thought I utter.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Big Speech
Sentences are big, small as well,
Their tailors stupidly work
And the tools split when words are built.
The tools are a spirit, a well-being, a promise,
The tools benefit us in soothing ways.
The sentences become a speech for the royal kings,
They think overall that they own them,
Giving work and problems, saving us, living with danger.
The intelligence of a wish is that of writing
And poetry.
Words spell what we know,
They always now keep magic
That the king sows deep in the land.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Essay
I wrote an essay
and was proud of my work
but I've forgotten now
the eloquent sentences I used
send me, sweet poetry
to the land I viewed
as a elaborated on the subject
and lost it all too soon
I must find the way
so I can feel it again
the pride in my voice
there was so much
sincerity, inside
the choice of words
phrases and hyphens
it was poetry and song
a convincing verse
pushing through a grade
a privilege and ability
NOW it's gone
poem by D.M.L. Catseye
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The Dawn
What is knowledge? What is wisdom?
My sight seeks a candle, with a flame,
And the eyes are finally better, it is
The candlelight of good shining quality.
One may be wise when a small number
Of people are listening and reacting,
But the light from anywhere is cast
With such a holiness that the candle is only slight.
Knowledge this day is relished, abducted
By the wise candlelight.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Voice In The Crowd
(DickKellyMosleyRotheryTrewavas)
[The music for this song later became "After Me"]
There's something I have to tell you
Before it's too late
There's someone needs a timing
I could be the same
Got to listen to you clearly
Would you understand it all
Would you hold it all together
Do we run up in the bar
Everyone needs someone to listen to
If you don't want to shine on
Could you know it all
And if someone lay before you know it could be true
A voice in the crowd
You came upon an ...
Just an alibi
Did you have to go do it
To feel you want to try
If you'd only see the reason ...
Someone came, someone rose, someone left
I don't know if you could be sure
You don't understand
And if the days were good
You never know the way we planned
And if the time is there ...
A voice in the crowd
A voice in the crowd
song performed by by Marillion
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Understanding
We are here
To understand, not to condemn yet
Anyone.
I perfectly understand
Darkness
My companion since then
Has always been
Chaos and Confusion
I agree it is hard to write
What beginning there was
To point out the opening word
And to start writing
Sentences
But take love
First, Above All
Just love and take more pondering
On compassion
Take the teachings of Empathy
Whether you end with Sadness
Or you end with Happiness
Whether you arrive at Nothing
It does not really matter
Anymore
Just take love
The rest shall follow
The pen shall begin to write the word
Itself
And then, mind you
The sentences are too many.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Words Of Some Sort
The balancing action of a few words wraps us in sin,
Sin has a way of telling others the whole secret.
The embroidery so sudden enacts the religious view and worship,
A word or two carried new meaning to the select.
A balance of words means new phrases and more sentences,
Sentences cause us to seep in thinking, more than you.
Those words are plentiful for the soul, in effect,
The affectionate soul marries to the other soul.
My acts are numbered by the absence of fondness
For words that encase a comprehension of some sort.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Knowledge Of Letters And Numbers
Knowledge of Letters and Numbers
are essentials and EQUIVALENT to EYES;
In those days, say in olden days
the scope of education was very low;
Those people acquired the knowledge
by way of learning numbers to count,
And letters to interact with, in a learned court.
Ref: ThirukkuRaL 392
eNNenpa Enai ezhuththenpa ivviraNtum
kaNNenpa vaazhum uyirkku.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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