Happiness Can Not be Extracted.
under crust and mantle there is the core,
be not content with crust,
lustrous metals found in ore;
happiness cannot be extracted.
it is nature of our own core.
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Volcano
Deep beneath the world, it's mantle,
Covering a metallic core,
Hides what could become the shrapnel
Streams of molten, volcanic gore.
Underneath a salty, sea floor,
The wounded crust erupts from cuts
That have begun to seep somewhat
Into the blue above. There, it bleeds
A brazen rouge—bubbling and freed
From an abyss that's fissured shut.
The water boils as heat rises
To nurture nature's sunken seed.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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The effect of the virtue
A man of virtue practises virtue
Against the myriads of odds, so true,
And wove around him a crust of virtue
But his core remained as same underneath.
His libido is much in compression,
Capable of giving more explosions.
A man of virtue is a potential danger
From whom might spurt evils at any scale.
28.08.2000, Palasa
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Apparition: A Retrospect
Convulsions came; and, where the field
Long slept in pastoral green,
A goblin-mountain was upheaved
(Sure the scared sense was all deceived),
Marl-glen and slag-ravine.
The unreserve of Ill was there,
The clinkers in her last retreat;
But, ere the eye could take it in,
Or mind could comprehension win,
It sunk! - and at our feet.
So, then, Solidity's a crust -
The core of fire below;
All may go well for many a year,
But who can think without a fear
Of horrors that happen so?
poem by Herman Melville
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Only when one is connected to one's inner core is one connected to others. And, for me, the core, the inner spring, can best be re-found through solitude.
quote by Anne Spencer Morrow Lindbergh
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She would only eat the crust of the pizza Part 2
When ever I eat pizza I never eat the crust. But sometimes if the pizza tastes real good. Then I will eat the crust. But only sometimes. I do miss eating and sharong my pizza with my Mother. That was special time for me and her. And I will always cherish this memory with me forever. written and Posted 1/25/10 In the memory of my mother Esther Ferber KLayton
poem by Susie Sunshine
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Love Hurts
Love hurts,
It hurts to the core
When hands loosen the intimate clasp
And they turn poles apart
One rushing to the North
And the other, South.
Love hurts,
It hurts to the core
When the bunch of withered roses
And thorns, leaves and stems
Gather dust on the window sill
Of a dishevelled house.
Love hurts,
It hurts to the core
When they don't look eye to eye,
And Love is no more blind,
For a raging storm from nowhere takes over
The effeminate steam of
The wintry-morning cup of tea,
Over the bitter argument
Of perfect spoon of sugar,
To be or not to be added
To the flavour of real Indian tea.
Love hurts,
It hurts to the core
For the waiting hurts me more.
The Crust Broke
While she lay the crust broke and we cherished,
Then we perished as if an earthquake shattered the ground.
Indeed the shivering of the layers beneath looked right,
But coldness and hotness were the opposites.
Shut were our mouths from all of the shards
In the air and atmosphere, in the sky of blueness.
Lying on the ground is mostly fortunate and benign,
But devils are unchained and wreak havoc
Through the earth and clay of our life.
The crust today has broken as she lay,
Lying on the ground is usually gladdening.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Found A Way To Stay Protected
I've learned to strip away nonsense,
To get to the core of where my happiness...
Wanted to surface to breathe,
With a breath to freely exist.
And telling it like it is,
I discovered eliminated conflict...
To keep inside to confuse ideals.
And those lessons learned taught to me,
Were real and created my appetite...
To crave the need to keep my peace of mind,
Kept delicious.
And it is.
I've learned to strip away nonsense,
To get to the core of where my happiness...
Wanted to surface to breathe,
With a breath to freely exist.
And it has found a way to stay protected,
From close inspections wishing to monitor...
On a daily basis.
Let me share something with you.
And I am going to keep it basic and quite simple.
I could care less what you think.
Or how you arrived to express an opinion about me,
My activities or the size shoe I wear.
I have not crawled on my knees to appease your assessments.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sims is kind of an interesting case because we had all these expansion packs. We were able to incrementally add on and explore without invading the core dynamic or the core game play.
quote by Will Wright
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Here In This City
Here in this city
where dust drifts
Settles on you pretty
much so swift
Dont let the dust
Settle in your heart
It will surely rust
Your emotions n impart
A deathly crust
Which will crumble
Your heart
Here in this city
Where everything is so loud
My cries are not heard
Getting lost in the crowd
Wish I was a wandering cloud
That rained on the city
My drops, it endowed
A sparkling vision
Without the dust
Removing the crust
From your heart
poem by by unknown author
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Give Them Cake From The Baker
I've been told,
There is an ethical approach to poetry...
That is both etiquette and acceptable.
And yet...
Those who express this clinical direction,
Seem not to be able to define...
Poetic limitations.
If it does not expose the comforts,
Of either prose or rhyme,
Or addresses a particular interest to reflect...
Emotions scented with a retrospective.
'Give them cake from the baker!
And not just the crust from which to taste.'
~Now...
I have these 'nagging' questions.
Would that be whole wheat flour?
Or all purpose and enriched?
Is the baker qualified with a certificate?
And...
Would the crust be frosted? ~
'Well...
Wouldn't that depend on who critiques?
And who has the ability to influence,
What it is others should or should not 'eat'? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Core fuels the crust
A nubile nymph or a beauty care is absent.
Dusky skin, blunt chin, masculine nose
And the very queering lips are well present.
Yet to my heart her every part is piquant.
In her is there no aesthetic or romantic sense.
Reticence, reserved ness and timidity,
With coyness to the core, are there in evidence.
Yet she is so seductive to my every sense.
She acknowledges but refuses to requite.
Passion smoulders, which her blush betrays.
An earthen pot with water in, that the dampness
Betrays. She is my ‘Cape of Good Hope’.
A hard nut and an elusive fish is the stuff.
A taciturn woman, with no semblance of proof.
To admit or to exit is her bewilderment.
Nevertheless, towards her I go vehement.
I fell in love with her for her core and soul,
That led me to love her crust and profile.
I relish and cherish her for her inner fire.
As she eludes in fear I pursue in vigour.
Answered or not, one prays with hope.
Ushered or not I love her with heat.
Maybe she is less to others but to me much.
So much is there in her that my heart beats fast.
Her every part is a tonic to me because
That every part derives juice from beneath.
A flame takes intensity from its contents.
It is her contents that make her amorous.
“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever”
To think of her in bounty is my fervour.
11.09.2000, Paralakhemundi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sometimes that mantle is hard to adjust to wearing but we are at a stage that we are comfortable with it and we recognize how we are perceived and how the real core individual that each one of us has apart from the facade that the public believes that we are.
quote by James Young
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Goin' Under
left home with a friend of mine
gone two years and i don't know why
now i'm happy all the time
i can't think and i'm feelin' fine
girl put me in a situation
going through soft core mutation
think you heard this all before
now you're gonna hear some more
i know a place where dreams get crushed
hopes are smashed but that ain't much
voluntary experimentation
going through soft core mutation
i'm going under
down under where the lights are low
to a place where all the mutants go
doing things i never did before
inside out and coming back for more
little girls with the four red lips
never knew it could be like this
you put me in a situation
goin' through soft core mutation
song performed by by Devo
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Going Under
Left home with a friend of mine
Gone two years and I dont know why
Now Im happy all the time
I cant think and Im feelin fine
Girl put me in a situation
Going through soft core mutation
Think you heard this all before
Now youre gonna hear some more
I know a place where dreams get crushed
Hopes are smashed but that aint much
Voluntary experimentation
Going through soft core mutation
Im going under
Down under where the lights are low
To a place where all the mutants go
Doing things I never did before
Inside out and coming back for more
Little girls with the four red lips
Never knew it could be like this
You put me in a situation
Goin through soft core mutation
song performed by by Devo
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Ocean Man
Ocean man, take me by the hand, lead me to the land that you understand
Ocean man, the voyage to the corner of the globe is a real trip
Ocean man, the crust of a tan man embibed by the sand
Soaking up the thirst of the land
Ocean man, can you see through the wonder of amazement at the oberman
Ocean man, the crust is elusive when it casts forth to the childlike man
Ocean man, the sequence of a life form braised in the sand,
Soaking up the thirst of the land
Ocean man, ocean man
Ocean man
[repeat verses]
Ocean man
song performed by by Ween
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Even Though It's Just a Light Switch Away
Steadfast and too dumbfounded,
To get up...
And move from a groove.
Even though it's just a light,
Switch away!
Even though it's just a light,
Switch away!
Caught up in a crust of raucous.
With something 'bout the raucous,
That attracts it to us.
With a fussin' and a cussin' that we love so much.
In a crust of raucous wanted,
And too caught up!
Caught up in a crust of raucous.
And caught up.
With a fussin' and a cussin' that we love so much.
Even though it's just a light,
Switch away!
To turn off and keep it like that!
But some want it back on!
Even though it's just a light,
Switch away!
To turn off,
And keep it like that.
But some want it back on!
Even though it's just a light,
Switch away!
To turn off,
And keep it like that.
But some want it back on!
Even though it's just a light,
Switch away!
To turn off,
And keep it like that.
But some want it back on!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Asteroid of Love
Like an asteroid
Appearing unexpected in the sky
You collided with my surface, drilled inside.
Arriving with incalculable speed
Out of the void, you shattered the firm crust
Of long-evolved assumptions, cast them wide
Like impelled missiles
Like white hot shooting stars
My feelings sped beyond the curvature
Of the horizon lines
Traced the outer reaches of my mind
Laid bare distant perceptions, unseen shores.
Descending from on high
With fiery tail and steady burning eye
You touched and petrified my earthly core.
So close now, you and I
By time embraced, embedded, unified
Together in the unexpected sky.
Destruction and new light?
With fallout bright, your star transforms
All that was life, that lived in me before.
poem by Frank Bana
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Happiness Is Not Comforts
‘Does Happiness depend upon comfort? ’
The answer is definitely a big, ‘No! ’
Happiness lies in not comforts alone!
Happiness is not a static quality of the human mind, body and soul.
All can’t remain happy all the time.
It would be foolishness to wish for a life, filled with happiness alone;
Happiness is more when woes come in-between.
Happiness is just a feeling weird!
Life could become boring and monotonous, when happiness is prolonged.
Even the pauper can be happier than the prince.
Even the beggar smiles and sleeps well, despite much strife.
Happiness is a frame of mind that’s dynamic in nature;
Happiness is a kind of mood of feeling very well;
Happiness is a state of one, when life seems worth living;
Happiness is something strange that varies with time, experience and wisdom.
Happiness is all within;
Happiness is in giving;
Happiness is in sharing;
Happiness is the ceiling, whatever you fix!
Happiness does not wholly depend on comforts;
Happiness cannot be bought by money;
Happiness is not all luxury;
Happiness is abstract to the core!
Happiness is in being child-like, though adult;
Happiness is in making and seeing the less fortunate ones, smile;
Happiness is in acting adult-like, although a child
Happiness is in giving something to someone, although you still need it.
Happiness is in sacrificing for others’ sake;
Happiness is in giving up your chance to someone, who most needs it;
Happiness is in doing acts of charity;
Happiness is when you’ve led a righteous life.
Happiness to some is in dreams alone;
Happiness to some doing risky feats;
Happiness to a few is in a sheer lazy life;
Happiness to some is in yeoman service to mankind.
Happiness is a phenomenon;
Happiness is a quirk of fate;
Happiness is quite rare and scarce at times;
Happiness to some is in living in a virtual world!
Happiness is in braving the storms of life;
Happiness is in toiling for others’ sakes;
Happiness is in sharing your talents and ken;
Happiness is in loving your poor brethren.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-15-2008
poem by John Celes
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Hazeline
it is not the haze of the frost
or the fog, it is the core of the nut
that is important, not the brown
leafy involucre
but the one inside
that brown thing, it is the bliss
at the core of things,
the wish for good,
the touch that
sends the quiver in
my skin, all hazel, and filbert
and the hardness
which is soft inside.
please, do not say
any word.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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