A precise art?
That place we were.
How right it seemed then.
The look, the feel of each other.
A precise art?
Flawed by time.
So now sadly out of
Rhyme and communication.
Memories captured
Somewhere in time.
A hidden pain, an unrecognised crime
Of betrayal.
Who's to blame?
This precise art of lovin'
Is never known.
Two minds in synchronicity,
Or in different worlds of relativity?
The ongoing reality of life.
What was that?
Oh just a scientist's thesis on relationships.
A precise art or another fools'
Falling love dart.
poem by Peter Vealey
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Film fixes a precise visual image in the viewer's head. In fiction, you just hope you're precise enough to convey the intended effect.
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I do not pretend to start with precise questions. I do not think you can start with anything precise. You have to achieve such precision as you can, as you go along.
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Pleasant Spectacle
A courageous and pleasant spectacle is abundant,
The puny sights are tall with a boiling degree of heat.
I see squarely and fairly the real lights, offered by the reality,
Offering me some assistance into the steep cliffs.
A cliff-hanger has brought me here,
Moaning a short way makes it teeny-tiny,
For my end is an obstacle to the future,
The witty and wide are the breathless.
Let this cliff-hanger exit and return to the place
On which I decided my place, the spot of precision,
The precise rectification, a precise meaning,
And not unjust calamity, the opposite of meaning.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A precise woman
A precise woman, something of a control freak
with hair cropped short, reminds me
of the military
brings order to my life and thoughts
while she arranges everything
putting shining shoes in their place,
panties, pantyhose, brassieres shelved
in neat rows
in a easy accessible way
and even when we make love
her behaviour is predictable
from the removing of her stockings,
where she folds them,
the look in her eyes
and her whimpers and cries
and yet somehow
there is something sweet in the loving,
in the order that she brings.
[Reference: A Precise Woman by Yehuda Amichai.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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One Hundred Times
The time is now
One hundred to be precise
One hundred verse
I call my own
To think or not
To drink or not
Bedeviled once again
Many more memories
Gripping inside me
At least my words
I write with my pen
Or an index finger
To be excact
Not just mouthing off
Like I used to do
Talking trash
Just like you
Are they just simple minds
That read these memories?
Perhaps a genious or two
How about a hypocrite
Without a soul
No matter what you think of this
Alcoholics pen
I will come back and
Stike the keyboard
Once again
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Why should we, however, in economics, have to plead ignorance of the sort of facts on which, in the case of a physical theory, a scientist would certainly be expected to give precise information?
quote by Friedrich August von Hayek
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A Question Of Honour
death the last act
we shall ever
do upon this earth
let us embrace
the time place
precise moment
with fortitude honour
in completion
with firm anticipation
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Moment Of Death Made Decision
living the moment of decision
the moment of destiny
when it comes
was a moment
born upon past seeds
of precise focused resolution
choices made knowledge of self
turned upon patient
reflection reaped
loyalty to soul
soul which will not
be unfaithful to essence of self
soul which will cannot betray
own essential being
radiance
defiant
before still moment
moment of death made decision
precise moment of divinity destiny
upon our witness born
others may stand
Christian witness
offering up life for truth
suffering holy martyrdom crowned
poem by Terence George Craddock
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There must be a day or two in a man's life when he is the precise age for something important.
quote by Franklin P. Adams
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Does God There Us Await?
perceive the cosmos
is grounded pervaded
by mind intelligence
perceive Quantum Theory
denies the concept
reality the world
is composed of objects
whose existence
is independent
of human consciousness
quantum mechanics
facts established by
precise experiments
decrees key to reality
reality is state of mind
quantum mechanics
decrees basic components
of objects particles
electrons quarks
are not 'self-existent'
quantum physics
decrees 'ultimate reality'
exists but is not
embedded in space time
therefore in what
form reality will we exist?
beyond this life pod
illusion when we shed
body matter restraint
step outside space time
into limitless eternity
does God there us await?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Get Use To Being Tested
If one is not specific and precise.
Or makes attempts to be responsible,
With an accountability for their actions.
What influence do they expect to have,
On someone else...
Who has been taught to be 'upfront',
From birth?
Even a displaying of pretentions does not work,
When one is made to feel 'humbled'...
In these situations.
'Ma?
My teacher says I think I know so much.'
~Don't blame your teacher.
I had nothing to do with raising her.~
'He's a 'man'.'
~Well...
Get use to being tested.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In My Life
Greater harmony,
More precise with your love;
And to resolve this issue of love is all about you,
For you are very important in my life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To photograph is to hold one's breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It's at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.
quote by Henri Cartier-Bresson
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Adore
Your world is a perfect fantasy
Your life is a precise representation
of who you are
All the things that make up you
As well as the joys and reverie of your life
I'd love nothing more than to turn them all
into a nice reality
While we wait our time on the stars
I don't know if they'll be coming near
Or choosing to stay where they are
Or if they want to drift away so far
One thing's for sure though
I adore you
Sure I'm a simple mind whole believes
in the many wonders of love
But I adore you
And I might as well kiss the ground you
walk on
It'll keep me out of trouble
It'll keep me strong
I've seen what it's like to adore
From many other happy couples
So taking my inspiration from them all
Along with my inspiration from love and
romance
It'll be so easy to adore you
I adore your spirit
I adore your personality
I adore your beauty
I adore you
poem by Justin Gildow
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Pyramids
They are here...
Those pyramids.
Precise and standing,
For thousands of years.
And scholars and scientists,
Can not figure out how they were made.
Unlike in the 'civilized' world...
They can not say these foundations,
Can be attributed to those depicted...
As ignorant slaves.
With that same 'ignorance'
That kept their forefathers living high off the hog.
While others toiled to make them rich.
With nothing to do...
But to claim and maintain their stolen assets!
And seek to keep them,
As the main focus of their 'interests'!
They are here...
Those pyramids.
Precise and standing,
For thousands of years.
And scholars and scientists,
Can not figure out how they were made.
Much like the craze that confronts them now!
They have no clue as to how it got there.
But quick to identify their dislikes for others,
Who are not as equally mentally limited!
Or have skins shaded in different colors.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Composure
There is nothing new in the composure
You
spend /SPENT
These
Fragments
Of
Line ear
Unserving
The listener
Who seeing
Without
[ inner eyes worlds universal SEPARATED]
Can only think he/ she /it they we you I
understand in understating
The concepts well to be precise?
Badly
My reply to the deaf the dumb and the BLIND
[The distinguished deconstructivist is]
Listen
HEAR
Feel
The air
I will give you MUSIC
This is my composition
Patterning the very air
You breath
My unseen notes curls
Dancing
Without ink blot or.................? ? SIGN
Written DOWN
A variation turning every time
A mystical sound
yvette smith
april 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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The History Teacher
Woman!
Where exactly
Did you put me
In the women's history?
Am I History?
Or a part of it?
And for how long you are lacking me in;
Between
Your History,
Women's History, and
Your archives?
Does time make sense to you
As a History teacher or
As a History professor?
Cause', History, buying time, and rejuvenation
Are for emperors.
Are you making me
An emperor?
Or a Faeroe?
If so,
How precise your are?
And if you can't feel my present presence
how possibility could you feel me through your archives?
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Early Morning
(pal waaktaar/ mags)
Early morning
Eight oclock precise
I see the lonely august sun arise
Say you know
You will
Move me like you do
Out on the fields...
Im waiting the whole night through
Early morning, early morning, yeah
Ran the whole way
Down to the tracks
Through the doorway, then a last look back
Say you know
You will
Save me like you do
Out on the fields...
Ive waited the whole night through
Early morning, early morning, yeah
I climbed all the stairways
To find the rooftop clear
Got the shotgun lying with me here
Say you know
You will
Move me like you do
Out on the fields...
You know how it feels, yeah
Early morning, early morning, yeah
Early morning
Eight oclock precise
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Many novelists take well-defined, precise characters, whose stories are sometimes of mediocre interest, and place them in an important historical context, which remains secondary in spite of everything.
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Polanski was very precise. I think he still is.
quote by Catherine Deneuve
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