Blivet
two irreconcilable perspectives
at once:
descending from the top
two bars with rectangular cross-section
ascending from the bottom
three cylindrical rods.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To look at the cross-section of any plan of a big city is to look at something like the section of a fibrous tumor.
quote by Frank Lloyd Wright
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Indian Tiranga (tricolour)
First unfurled was the Indian tricolor
on Everest the world's highest peak.
All the three colors are deliberated
to give some message and to speak.
Dark saffron, white and Indian green
three colors of Indian national flag
all in horizontal rectangular bars
top to bottom respectively placed.
Green band at bottom say to everyone
grow with greenery and agriculture,
White band in middle of it, gives us
message of peace, truth and culture,
Saffron say us be brave and courageous
don't hesitate to sacrifice if nation needs,
Wheel of twenty four spokes at centre
tells, on path of progress always proceed.
Made of hand spun Indian cloth, Khadi
at one hand symbolises pride of nation;
Design and color, in symbolic language
say on other, what ought to do Indians.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Those Kept On The Bottom Relate
Those kept on the bottom keep keeping on.
Those kept on the bottom keep keeping on.
Those kept on the bottom keep keeping on.
Those kept on the bottom,
Relate.
Keeping patience for them,
Has a message to send.
'Cause,
People feel more pinned in.
'Cause,
Struggles for them don't end.
'Cause,
Promises don't pay the rent.
Or decisions not to eat,
Because they wish to look thin.
Those kept on the bottom relate.
Those kept on the bottom relate.
Those kept on the bottom relate.
Those kept on the bottom,
Relate.
Those kept on the bottom keep keeping on.
Those kept on the bottom keep keeping on.
Those kept on the bottom keep keeping on.
Those kept on the bottom,
Relate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It makes sense that whatever the topic is, it's more compelling if you can provide the audience with a range of perspectives, and you can cross disciplines. And you don't have to control what people take out of it.
quote by Bernice Johnson Reagon
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In general, pride is at the bottom of all great mistakes.
John Ruskin in Modern Painters (Volume IV, part V, chapter III, section 22) (1856)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Perspectives
We all tend to look at the world
from different perspectives,
mainly good or mainly bad.
Most perspectives are trained
on the bad and the good is pushed aside.
You read in the newspapers almost everyday,
and all the time the bad is all you hear.
The good deeds done are just merely shoved aside.
27 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Weeds Are Not Uprooted
To encourage a section to serve
Will make the other take it granted.
To encourage a section to forgive
Will make the other go scot-free.
To educate a section tolerance
Will make the other inconsiderate.
By weeding, the weed is not uprooted.
The left weeds will get more place to grow in.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Inside The Room Early Morning
when you wake up this morning
you decide not to lift your finger
your body frozen inside
your thoughts
you spread your arms like a cross
fix your gaze in the ceiling
light enters through the leaks of
the walls
like warrior rods of flashes of
lights
this is spectral,
something sacred
when you let the morning
do things
the way it likes it
when you feel like a cross nailed
in bed
alone and so
naked
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Invincible Concept Cannot Be Drawn Actually
i like it simply
because it is simple
and so we make it as simple
as it should &
must be
more graphical
representation of what
is not yet inconceivable?
an empty page
with definite boundaries
it is a rectangular world
with ballpoint
edges
our thoughts are likened to
boats of old
people who believe that
beyond these
rectangular boundaries
we all
must fall
and eaten
by dragons
raised by the
gods who take
vengeance upon us
and our ancestors
because we are
hardheaded
about what?
they say Here, here,
and then There
but where? and then
they say
the blank page is
actually
an elephant's
pachysandra
where we ride
and that the elephant
is carried by another
elephant and another
elephant
on top of each
other's
innocence
i shake my head
seventy-seven times seven
upon this faulty picture
of a contrived reality
is this the way
to explain that we must
survive
without so many
questions?
i must think
that beyond the four corners
of this rectangular world
are birds with a million wings
and they
are invincible
and we do not know
where they are now
we haven't heard
and so here we are in the
middle of this journey
this falling with no one to
catch us
dreaming of
ocean floors
wishing for the
blue skies
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass;
Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass;
Ye bars of iron, yield!
And let the King of glory pass;
The Cross is in the field!
A holy war his servants wage,
Mysteriously at strife;
The powers of heaven and hell engage
For more than death or life.
Ye armies of the living God,
His sacramental host,
Where hallowed footstep never trod,
Take your appointed post.
Follow the Cross; the ark of Peace
Accompany your path:
To souls imprisoned bring release
From bondage and from wrath.
Uplifted are the gates of brass;
The bars of iron yield;
Behold the King of glory pass!
The Cross has won the field!
poem by James Montgomery
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Bottom
Lift your head up from the clouds
I know that you're shaking
Breaking down
How could you leave me
Garbage can
Never want to be your understand
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Lord can you help me get this weight off my shoulders
Can you help me I think I'm getting older
The pain that you left me deep within
How can I live living in sin
And you know that I've tried
And you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
Sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom
How many times I gotta say
That you're never ever gonna get your way
Down in the gutter as I decay
Where you gonna leave me
Let me be
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me understand
And you know that I've tried
Don't you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, I'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
Now I'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
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Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
[x2]
Sticks and stones breaking my bones
No your words aren't never gonna hurt me
And you know that I've tried
And you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
Now i'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd
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The biggest misconception about us is that we're just a rock band. We think our music is a cross-section of many genres; a hybrid of what the six of us have grown up on.
quote by Brad Delson
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The decision for me was whether to have ""The Father"" be a book that told a story - from the point of view of this speaker, the daughter - without, as in the earlier books, then having a section on something else and a section on something else.
quote by Sharon Olds
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From the Top to the Bottom
From the top to the bottom,
There were those who chose to stop...
Actions they believe were made,
By those who went against the grade.
No matter if that grade,
Had been all about 'shade'.
From the top to the bottom,
There were those who were just rotten.
With nothing on their minds,
But themselves all the time.
And believing they had power...
To stop tick tocking from a hanging clock.
From the top to the bottom,
There were gobblers who loved robbing...
Anything they thought had meaning,
And to smear it with their scheming.
With no scruples in their 'noggin'.
And sipping on mischief like it was eggnog.
From the top to the bottom,
There were crooks and there were snobs...
With their noses in the air!
But no empathy is shown to come,
From anywhere.
Now find their lives blocked,
And going no where.
From the top to the bottom,
They are slipping off roofs...
Into muddy ruts.
With no boots or shoes,
And on their butts out of luck...
Singing the blues!
From the top to the bottom,
Slickers sliding in slop!
From the top to the bottom,
And it's done nonstop!
From the top to the bottom,
Slickers sliding in slop!
From the top to the bottom,
And it's done nonstop!
From the top to the bottom,
Now the bottom's got 'em shocked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Waiting For Changes
Office blocks, corner shops, traffic jams on every street, the same old rush around
Obsolete, Im a freak, in a show on brighton beach, as the snow comes down
Realitys kicking me, knocking me right off my feet, as the sky spins round
Were waiting for changes
Rejected and dented
Were waiting for changes
The lights green but todays red
Laundry stops, by the lock, on a sunday afternoon, with all that fuss
Cantelowes skateboard shows, tennants extra by a row of recycle bins
Were waiting for changes
Different perspectives
Were waiting for changes
The lights green but todays red
Take a ride to charing cross, join the masses as they shop, their lives away
29s the northern line, heading back to lose our minds, to break the chain
Were waiting for changes
Rejected and dented
Were waiting for changes
The lights green but todays red
Were waiting for changes
Different perspectives
Were waiting for changes
The lights green but todays red
Im waiting for changes
Im waiting for changes
Im waiting for changes.
song performed by by Feeder
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Poem: Song to the Holy Cross
The cross of love:
The cross I love:
The cross I'd loved all life;
The wooden cross:
The holy cross:
The cross that bore man's strife.
The oaken cross:
The heavy cross:
The cross Jesus carried;
The cross on which
Christ Lord was nailed:
And bore man's sins indeed.
The cross of death:
The blood-stained cross:
The Savior, man, redeemed;
The cross of life's
Victory o'er death:
That souls on earth must heed.
poem by John Celes
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I still want to be the candidate for guys with Confederate flags in their pickup trucks. We can't beat George Bush unless we appeal to a broad cross-section of Democrats.
quote by Howard Dean
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Ocean, The
i got a thing for fish with no eyes
Who swim deep in the sea
With nothing to see
I've got a thing for mountians of sand
Left all to their own
To quietly stand
Won't you help me now...
Take me to the bottom of...
Take me to the bottom of...
Take me to the bottom of...the ocean
I got a thing for mermaiden tails
Swim naked with me
Your hair of seaweed
I got a thing for sunken shipwrecks
With booty of gold
I don't care if it's wet
Won't you help me now...
Take me to the bottom of...
Take me to the bottom of...
Take me to the bottom of...the ocean
I don't need no air.
song performed by by Five For Fighting
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Oh My Friend
O my friend
Have you heard?
The end is coming
I hear them trumpeting
The Son of the Father
Is descending
And now they are ascending
They are flying to eternity
But these once,
Are they truelly holy?
I mean the once flying
.
Oh my friend!
Now look at the Heavens,
It is darkening
Have you seen it yet?
Lucifer is sinking
With hin, His comrades
Lamenting endless
Decades inartarus
Shall be their eternity.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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When Young, He Sprung On Cloven Hooves
When young, he sprung on cloven hooves
scaling crags and cliffs with ease
ricocheted down waterfalls
with ne'er a slip nor slide.
Ascending or descending
like a puppet, safely strung,
no risk, no fear, no worries
when the challenge meets the young.
And now he feels the ladder shake
when barely past, the second rung.
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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