A Poet Part (3)
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I only wish that ordinary people had an unlimited capacity for doing harm; then they might have an unlimited power for doing good.
Unicorn 11
Where the unlimited, expanding, limiting itself as it expands,
reaches where it can limit itself no further –
there it is; there in its, our, world; there you may see it;
where it could not be more beautiful
and yet be seen; where it could have
no other form, and still have form;
where it is most itself.
And so, where we are most ourself,
when we are most ourself, it’s there;
near; you may see it; you may not; near;
you and it, so close; and where
we are where all the stories tell –
the gate, the door, the mirror, the key that calls the hand,
the undergrowth pushed through, and there –
in the clearing in the woods, it is;
treading on the silent mossy ground,
can white be so transparent?
waiting for nothing and yet there;
where the limited meets the unlimited,
where we know
that whom we always knew we are,
unlimited;
Unicorn.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Unlimited Capacity For Love
The ends not in sight, its gone way too far,
This could turn our another unwinning war,
It wasnt inherited, certainly not a joke,
So many human hearts, hanging in hope,
Unlimited capacity for love,
Unlimited capacity for love.
And now I must add another to love in my life,
Its one thing to say, to do is another,
If Im capable of adapting without pressured expense,
In a schizoid society in a classic moral sense,
Unlimited capacity for love,
Umlimited capacity for love.
How young I am now, stop counting the weeks,
Were safe from the vois, where theyre still counting sheep,
Put the phone to the floor, youll hear my heart beat,
Some people get married, but Ill never chat,
Unlimited capacity for love,
Unlimited capacity for love.
The ends not in sight, its gone way too far,
This could turn our another unwinning war,
It wasnt inherited, certainly not a joke,
So many human hearts, hanging in hope,
Unlimited capacity for love. (repeat, fade)
song performed by by Grace Jones
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So there was always a stunt coordinator on those films that was from Stunts Unlimited and I was just one of the young warriors from Stunts Unlimited that got to be a part of it because it was a big show and they needed a lot of guys.
quote by David R. Ellis
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One thing governors feel, Democrats and Republicans alike, is that we have a health care system that, if you're on Medicaid, you have unlimited access to health care, at unlimited levels, at no cost. No wonder it's running away.
quote by Mike Huckabee
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My Fulfillment
Oh to have my arms enfold
all that I hold dear
would laden them with unlimited girth
and all would overhear
complaints spill from my mouth
and groans from arms that ache.
But what they could never understand
is my heart could never break.
Oh to have my eyes envision
everything I love
would fill them with unlimited sight
and all would wonder of
what it is that they can't see
that creates my inner keel.
And what they could never understand
is how seeing makes me feel.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Get to Stepping and Adventure Your Life
Travel on!
My brothers.
Travel on...
My sisters, fathers, mothers.
And others who recover,
From disturbance they discover.
Travel on...
All you people under steeples,
Who can not get off your knees.
As your backs are burden with such guilt,
To plead forgiveness endlessly.
Travel on...
To see your life as it should be.
Unlimited with happiness!
Believe it and receive.
Travel on...
Get to stepping and adventure your life!
Move it like you knew it!
Travel on!
My brothers
Travel on...
My sisters, fathers, mothers.
And others who recover.
Travel on...
Get to stepping and adventure your life!
To see your life as it should be.
Unlimited with happiness...
Believe it and receive.
Travel on...
Get to stepping and adventure your life!
To see your life as it should be.
Unlimited with happiness...
Believe it and receive.
Travel on...
Get to stepping and adventure your life!
My sisters, fathers, mothers.
And others who recover,
From disturbance they discover.
Travel on...
Get to stepping and adventure your life!
See your life as it should be,
Unlimited with happiness!
Believe it and receive.
Believe it and receive.
See your life as it should be,
Unlimited with happiness!
Believe it and receive.
Believe it and receive.
See your life as it should be,
Unlimited with happiness!
Believe it and receive.
Believe it and receive.
Travel on...
Get to stepping and adventure your life!
Believe it and receive.
Believe it and receive.
Believe it and receive.
Believe it and receive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Continuous Is The Flowing
So vast is a Universe.
Where flights of fancy are condoned.
And taken undisturbed...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Free of words spoken,
To utter descriptions of what is seen...
That may come to hinder one's voyage,
With a seeking of definitions...
One will never find on lips to depict the unknown.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
Manifesting a peaceful and pleasing birth of a journey.
Continuous is the flowing that grows.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
And manifesting without a need for validation,
Is this creativity which is never at rest.
Nor is there a time capable enough...
To give to it to satisfy its completion.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
Manifesting a peaceful and pleasing birth of a journey.
Continuous is the flowing that grows.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
And manifesting without a need for validation,
Is this creativity which is never at rest.
Nor is there a time capable enough...
To give to it to satisfy its completion.
So vast is a Universe.
Where flights of fancy are condoned.
And taken undisturbed...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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City Limits
You’re like wildwood at the edge of a city.
And I’m the city: steam, sirens, a jumble
of lit and unlit windows in the night.
You’re the land as it must have been
and will be—before me, after me.
It’s your natural openness
I want to enfold me. But then
you’d become city; or you’d hide
away your wildness to save it.
So I stay within limits—city limits,
heart limits. Although, under everything,
I have felt unlimited earth. Unlimited you.
poem by by unknown author
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There came into the world an unlimited abundance of everything people need. But people need everything except unlimited abundance.
quote by Karel Capek
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Ceiling Unlimited
It's not the heat
It's the inhumanity
Plugged into the sweat of a summer street
Machine gun images pass
Like malice through a looking glass
The slackjaw gaze
Of true profanity
Feels more like surrender than defeat
If culture is the curse of the thinking class
If culture is the curse of the thinking class
Ceiling unlimited
World so wide
Turn and turn again
Feeling unlimited
Still unsatisfied
Changes never end
The vacant smile
Of true insanity
Dressed up in the mask of Tragedy
Programmed for the guts and glands
Of idle minds and idle hands
I rest my case -
Or at least my vanity
Dressed up in the mask of Comedy
If laughter is a straw for a drowning man
If laughter is a straw for a drowning man
Ceiling unlimited
Windows open wide
Look and look again
Feeling unlimited
Eyes on the prize
Changes never end
Winding like an ancient river
The time is now again
Hope is like an ancient river
The time is now again
song performed by by Rush
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Shake Off Dust
What are my goals?
Hmmm...
Of that I have no clue.
My mind is kept pre-occupied,
With so many unlimited things to do.
If I sat and thought,
About what it was i wanted to achieve...
None of my accomplishments,
Would have been given life to breathe.
I had been accused of doing nothing,
By those I observed doing that at their best.
And I never thought of that as a challenge for me.
So I left that to others to win that contest!
What are my goals?
Hmmm...
Of that I have no clue.
My mind is kept pre-occupied,
With so many unlimited things to do.
To get done.
I'm not one satisfied,
To rid myself or shake off dust.
Or notice it if it should come.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Untold Dark To Conceive Light
very close to death
the man who waits for dawn
ringing the bell midnight burns
who knows how far the daybreak
perplexed the clock
would it run with habit
which deserves to be dictator
death dawn time
three limits unlimited
waiting and beyond
wisdom simply the confusion
someone rules by catching low merit
someone bowing obedience
the circus unlimited
man nearing to death
dawn waiting to touch the feet
and poet observes silently
can't speak
can't communicate
simply writes
some senseless words
wish to feed it up by senses
Pranab k c
Edited on 13/10/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Don't Be The One To Hold Onto This Molding Done
The giving of unlimited patience,
To someone in constant complaint mode...
Grows old.
Like a balding tire that needs to be replaced.
And has run out of valuable tread.
Get real with this!
Don't wait until that tire blows.
To believe it will assist instead...
In the delivery to and from,
With you in safe passage.
Get real with this!
And slow down to examine it for what it is.
Make the necessary change and be on your way!
With a sigh of relief when you leave.
The giving of unlimited patience,
To someone in constant complaint mode...
Grows old.
Like a balding tire that needs to be replaced.
And has run out of valuable tread.
Get real with this.
Slow down to examine it for what it is.
And make the necessary changes.
Don't delay speeding away,
From that which has been corrected and fixed.
Get real with this quick.
The giving of unlimited patience,
To someone in constant complaint mode...
Grows old.
Don't be the one to hold onto this molding done!
Get real with this.
Slow down to examine it for what it is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Light Of The Night
Who says is the night dark?
En the night we have all the light
We see everything en our life
With our heart
And our soul
En the day, we count
The seconds
The minutes
The hours......
Waiting the night
Waiting to came back
To ourselves
To our heart
To our soul
Who says the night is dark?
En the night we see
The universe
The light of the universe
The life of the universe
En our sky
We feel we are one party of this universe unlimited
We feel we are a party of the unlimited
We feel unlimited....
Who says the night is dark?
En the night
We take trip en the world of the silence
We listen the nice music of the silence
A silence talking
Who says the night is dark?
En the night
We go inside the hearts
We go en the depth of the hearts
We take a long way en depth of the hearts
A long an illuminated way
We see every thing inside the hearts
Who says the night is dark?
Who says the night is dark?
poem by Rachi Tibar
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With All That Is Given
To be released from a bondage,
With an ability to 'see'...
Is a blessing The Creator gives,
That frees one's mind to perceive...
Unlimited possibilities.
There's not a species of life,
Like that of another.
And even with bestowed similarities...
Each has its uniqueness,
With a specific identity.
And it seems that human beings,
With 'our' intelligence...
Subject ourselves,
To a stagnating ignorance.
And conform we do to deceptions too!
To be released from a bondage,
With an ability to 'see'...
Is a blessing The Creator gives,
That frees one's mind to perceive...
Unlimited possibilities.
And 'some' with all that is given...
Get stuck in a mindset,
That corrupts the progess of a process...
With a belief they can make it stay,
As if mankind has the power to be obeyed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Climbing From Ruts
Not 'who' is he?
But 'what' is he?
To know.
Before the showing?
To have that showing...
Grow.
To be known.
Not 'who' is she?
But 'what' is she?
To know.
Before the showing?
To have that showing...
Grow.
To be known.
They are the ones,
Unstung.
And freed,
From under a thumb.
They are the ones,
Unstung.
And freed,
From under a thumb.
Climbing from ruts.
Undone.
And looking up.
Undone.
And taking risks,
Unlimited...
Others may sit and resist.
Climbing from ruts.
Undone.
And looking up.
Undone.
And taking risks,
Unlimited...
Others may sit and resist.
They are the ones,
Unstung.
And freed,
From under a thumb.
Not 'who' is he?
But 'what' is he?
To know.
Before the showing?
To have that showing...
Grow.
To be known.
Not 'who' is she?
But 'what' is she?
To know.
Before the showing?
To have that showing...
Grow.
To be known.
Climbing from ruts.
Undone.
And looking up.
Undone.
And taking risks,
Unlimited...
Others may sit and resist.
They climb from ruts,
Undone.
And looking up.
Undone.
And taking risks,
Unlimited...
Others may sit and resist.
They climb from ruts,
Undone.
And looking up.
Undone.
And taking risks,
Unlimited...
Others may sit and resist.
Climb up from ruts,
Undone.
Looking up,
Undone.
And taking risks,
Others may sit...
In arrested limitedness.
And they pursue,
Undone.
And renew.
Undone.
Not like the few,
Undone.
Who run from the Sun!
And they pursue,
Undone.
And renew.
Undone.
Not like the few,
Undone.
Who run from the Sun!
To leaking roofs.
Undone.
And run from the Sun,
To leaking roofs.
Undone.
And run from the Sun,
To leaking roofs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet 17
in art the Kosmic Vision is free to indwell,
Kosmic Sense find visionary expression,
but no art form that Vision may tell:
Vision is free, from art laws in exemption.
art may reflect, but never compass Vision:
Vision, unlimited, is of unlimited scope:
Vision in art is a finite communication:
infinite Vision eludes laws of finite art.
Kosmic Sense is a new frontier of mind:
death to self that contact requires:
when self to limit of self is defined
self dies, and in Kosmic Self suspires.
in purgatory, self rises to heaven's brink:
then, limit defined, to purgatory must sink.
poem by Doug Bentley
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Delight
Key:- r -ray
A-anita
R: stand right up and be your witness
2 unlimited oyeah were the fittest
Moving, dont dare to be a chicken
cause the bass is so finger licking
Let it move youll, till it suits youll
This beat was put here to groove youll
The a, n, i, t and a
Back to back with the homeboy ray
R: I going to the galaxy like a bomb
Dont wanna come, heh and your dawn
On the scene, a beauty queen
And all the those things you ever dream off
Welcome to it, keep on swiving
cause you know its about surviving
Keep yours ears open with the deathtone
cause we come from the lights just come along
A: delight
Delight
Delight
A: delight gives me good vibrations
Fills me up with nice sensations
On and on till I cant take no more
Delight is what I came here for
Please let me tell you this
This is a chance you cannot miss
2 unlimited on the scene
Yes I am a beauty queen
A: delight
Delight
Delight
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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The so-called right to reproduce is not an unlimited right.