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A Frame

a square a rectangle four corners
of wood or steel or just bold strokes
to make a corner a frame to put
my face in, and there i am safe
i am enclosed i am situated i am
myself in a certain context in a
certain world. There i am found.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Dark

Why do I always seek the dark?
The nice wholesome dark
Never judging; never caring
Self helping dark

The dark corners of my life
These corners are my life
Where ever I go I seek
These dark corners; my corners

They make me feel secure
Feel wanted; surrounded
At peace
Like the rest of the world is gone

Why must I use the dark?
Where do these issues come from?
Where does this sorrow come from?
Why can’t I have answers?

I need these dark corners
They are so reassuring
Their echoes speak to me; they don’t mock me
They are my dark safe corners

poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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Square Peg, Round Hole

He's a square peg in a round hole
Misfit in a slick world
Don't play the game
Don't do what he's told
He's a square peg in a round hole
Square peg don't care
The bright lights he's not there
Catch the shadows see him slip away
Square peg that's what they say
Square peg, Suare peg
Square peg, you have got to be strong
Square peg, he's got his own song
Square peg, I'll see you around
Square peg, face down
Square peg, round hole

song performed by by Chris Rea
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Reading the paper in the WC without light

Torches should be
square or rectangle
where I can
put them down
and they won't roll
and break
on the ground.
Dear treasured reader
my dilemma has been solved
most satisfactorily
with a small square LED torch
until the power is back on.

poem by Vince Gullaci
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In Bold Strokes

now in bold strokes
i have drawn my jaw
front of the mirror
and you find it horrible
but it is my jaw
and none of the other
i put my beard like a
waterfall
making the sounds of
confusions

in bold strokes i draw
the face
of my manhood
and you want to have compromises
about my teeth
and tongue
some have to be pulled
and the tongue
is not that long enough

the terms are clear
if you disagree then there is no deal

if you insist
there is no us in this

it arrives at a decision
either you
or myself
and if you do not leave
i will

my feet are strong
my soles are thick.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An island beauty

A tiny frame, as high as
Five feet and three inches,
So elegant, so supple,
Weighing thirty-five kilograms,
So youthful, so tender,
At her two and twenty,
Pleasant but not extravagant,
She stunned me at first sight.
Square face, square forehead,
Square jaw, square shoulders,
And square nose on thin frame,
She had changed
The grammar of beauty.
A Mongolian beauty.
Unobtrusive breast and
Un-ejecting buttocks
Added only colour to her
Bravado looks.
Her velvet hairs, plaited, tucked
Above and pinned atop,
Baring the lemon nape,
Is an Ajenta in drawings.
She commanded my respect.
She summoned my reverence.
But for she, called Zeenas,
My three days sea voyage
Might be a waste.
Long live, the poor Maldivian.
25.12.99

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Square Root Of The Soul/Kvadratni Korjen Duse

The soul’s the square
The square with birds flying down on it
To take away the crumbs of its bread
The square with four corners
Each being turned towards
A stone token in its centre

The square the people keep coming to
To take away the words and their own faces
The square with four corners
Each being turned towards clock beat
In its centre

The square of its own forehead
The mandala of the palm of its hand
With an eye in every single corner
Silently measuring the unknown
The square root of the soul

Inspired by Carl Jung

Kvadratni korjen duše

Duša je kvadrat
Trg na koji slijecu ptice
I odnose mrve njenog hljeba
Kvadrat sa cetiri ugla okrenut
Ka kamen znamenu u njenom središtu

Trg na koji dolaze ljudi
I sa njega odnose rijeci i svoja lica
Sa cetiri ugla okrenut
Ka sat otkucaju njenog središta

Trg sopstvenog cela
Mandala svoga dlana
Sa po jednim okom u svakom uglu
Tiho odmjerava nesaznatljiv
Kvadratni korjen duše

Inspirisano Karlom Jungom

©Miroslava Odalovic

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Camiguin Escapade....

on those nights in that island i was confronted with
configurations,

curves, strong lines, bold strokes,
opulence, complacency

dark corners, dead ends, walls, twisted paths,
roasted scents, too general for you to really specifically picture,

heat, hot springs, cool nights, bird calls, dewy leaves,
roots of tall ancient trees,

i disregarded memories, i am into creativity, into something new,
what i never had before, falls, ripples, floating drifting wood,
rivers,

i never make a call, and i never receive calls from you,
my mornings are stares, gazes into far seas,

there were some storms that no one ever notice
such is the story behind my escapade.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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About the world

Sometimes it is good sometimes it is bad
Sometimes it is charming, sometimes it is dreadful
Sometimes it is global sometimes it is parted
Sometimes it is hot sometimes it is cold
Sometimes it is peaceful sometimes it is awful
With each passing day it expands
With each coming day it contracts
It is neither square nor rectangle
It is neither round nor sphere
It is neither here nor there
The world we believe is not our world
We ruin it by each coming day
With its modesty we play

poem by Abdul Sattar
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People from a world corner

The worst poverty in the world
The worst discrimination in the world
While people thinking about Global Warming
Corner people thinking how to survive
Corner people struggling one day by one day
While people living in the rocket age
Corner people walking miles to miles for one day survive
Corner people surprising whenever a plane is flying
While people thinking about living on other planets
Corner people crying to get a four feet square area
Corner people watering their blood for a four feet squares area
While people thinking about homosexual marriage
Corner people giving their lives for saving their children
Corner people growing never ever seeing their parents
While people thinking about which food is the best in the world
Corner people running thousand miles to get a few rice
Corner people dying lack of food and water
While people thinking about legalization of prostitution
Corner people not knowing what is the law
Corner people never seeing decided by a just justice
Corner people are not people!
Corner people are not from this world!
I would wonder............

poem by Zaw Myat Htoo
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Maternity

There once was a Square, such a square little Square,
And he loved a trim Triangle;
But she was a flirt and around her skirt
Vainly she made him dangle.
Oh he wanted to wed and he had no dread
Of domestic woes and wrangles;
For he thought that his fate was to procreate
Cute little Squares and Triangles.

Now it happened one day on that geometric way
There swaggered a big bold Cube.
With a haughty stare and he made that Square
Have the air of a perfect boob;
To his solid spell the Triangle fell,
And she thrilled with love's sweet sickness,
For she took delight in his breadth and height -
But how she adored his thickness!

So that poor little Square just died of despair,
For his love he could not strangle;
While the bold Cube led to the bridal bed
That cute and acute Triangle.
The Square's sad lot she has long forgot,
And his passionate pretensions . . .
For she dotes on her kids-Oh such cute Pyramids
In a world of three dimensions.

poem by Robert William Service
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Made Of Steel

I can be anything that you want me to be
A punching bag, a piece of string, oh
That reminds you not to think
I found the note down in your car
And its not your fault it gets this hard
Gets this hard
Hold your head high
Dont look down
Im by your side
Wont back down
You wanted a hero tonight
Well Im not made of steel
Im not made of steel
But your secrets safe with me
I can be anything that you want me to be
A holy cross, some sympathy, oh
That reminds you not to bleed
I found the note down in your car
And you climbed up here to fall apart
Fall apart
Hold your head high
Dont look down
Im by your side
Wont back down
You wanted a hero tonight
Well Im not made of steel
Im not made of steel
But your secrets safe with me
No...
Your secrets safe with me
They knock you down
Ill pick you up...
They laugh at you
Ill shut them up
But Im not made of steel
But Im not made of steel
But Im not made of steel
But your secrets safe with me
Yeah
Your secrets safe with me
But yeah
Hold your head high
Dont look down
Im by your side
Wont back down
You wanted a hero tonight

song performed by by Our Lady Peace
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Infusion

I weep at the purity of a little girl
carrying a cup of hot chocolate
carefully across the room.

Her face becomes the face
of all the children I have known.

You need not despair, Humanity.
We speak of making
the world safe for children,
but it is children
who make the world safe for us,

their infusion of innocence
ever freshening our world,

saving it
from the senility and stagnation
of our dark dreams.

poem by Max Reif
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Round Room

My room is round when I lay down, when I wake up it's square
When I go outside it's on a spiral set of stairs
The people that surround me are waiting out there
In a round room they can't find me anywhere
Right angle rooms drive me crazier each day
Put me in a box I know I'm never going to play
Put me in a square room and I won't know what to say
I want a round room at the end of the day
I had an apartment, four corners on the walls
Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep there at all
I want a curve to the place where I stay
I want a round room at the end of the day
If I pass out take me to the round church
Where echoes resound
And my spirit is found
And when I float high
Take my arm and I'll fly you by
The outskirts of town, to a garden that's round
I went to the lighthouse and I liked the view
I looked out the window and I could see you
Put me in a square house and I won't have a clue
I want a round room just to be with you

song performed by by Phish
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The Window

An arch, rectangle, round or square
A portal to your world
The window's form takes many shapes
Reflecting life unfurled.

A sign of light a place to view
From storm a shelter too
Where rain's transparent beauty's seen
Along with morning dew.

Life is there behind that glass
First seen from mother's breast
In every waking moment then
Until we're laid to rest

poem by Dave James
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I made a photograph of a garden in Kyoto, the Zen garden, which is a rectangle. But a photograph taken from any one point will not show, well it shows a rectangle, but not with ninety degree angles.

quote by David Hockney
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What Do We Do When We Make Steel?

This impression attempts to present an ideal work arena (of an integrated steel company) , where human vaues and touch have special emphasis.

WHAT DO WE DO WHEN WE MAKE STEEL?