Insignificant events can take on monumental proportions when your head is full of practically nothing.
quote by Grace Slick
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Then I heard another shot which hit him right in the head, over here, and his head practically opened up and a lot of blood and many more things came out.
quote by Abraham Zapruder
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In Life There Is A Time (Stave Stanza Sestets)
In life there is a time to either say
on a very particular kind of day,
yes or no, to love someone or let it go,
that choice may look insignificant, even so
have consequences which bind with conviction
might be of love at a time a true depiction.
Who refuses might not be really loved,
might full of some selfishness be stuffed
and yes and no, or to live for the moment,
might sound insignificant as a measurement
of being just and true, but no contradiction
might be of love at a time a true depiction.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Antiquity
When sadness becomes monumental
When only tears can fall
We cannot look upon you
As an ordinary mortal
Because you had the vision of soul
To share your love with your fellow-beings
In ways that caused appreciation to bloom
To full flower
To bloom at a timely hour
You left us living what you
had lived to become
A common grief was born
This grief was not met with scorn
This grief evoked a massive common emotion
Because sadness became monumental
Because only tears would fall
Even though your sun has set
May you forever be rooted
In the land mines of antiquity.
poem by Lois Clarke
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Sometimes I am amazed of the magic that is done
It all started with something insignificant
Like dust,
Sticking on a window pane, and I want it
Dusted off, it is dirt, it is unwanted,
And I do not even know what to do next
About such
Insignificance and feelings of simply
Trying to get rid of dust immediately,
But then, I begin to think about this
Dust, this me, this dust in me,
Some dusts on my feet, some dusts on
My forehead, and some dusts in my ears,
Some dusts in my eyes so obstructive
Of what I really am, and I know what to do next,
The bulb lighting in my head in a sudden,
I touch the dust,
I feel the dust with my fingers, and I am crazy enough
I taste the dust on my window pane,
And I shiver,
I am shaking to its taste, the taste of nothingness
If was from dust that I really come,
I now remember,
It will be to dust that I shall return,
I am now reminded,
And the dust that I used to see
As dirt, as something so insignificant, is now,
A magical patch, glistening, so filled with meaning,
I am nothing but dust; I am biting the dust,
I am very insignificant, in that window pane, at first.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our life, our destiny
All our life is full of temptations,
aggravations, sensations, relations…,
good and bad morals,
trifling quarrels, insults,
disappointments and losses,
the worn out clothes,
treacheries and complaints,
events we can’t prevent,
some things we can’t withstand,
stresses and shocks,
difficulties to open some locks,
unpleasant deeds
skillfully collected on the threads.
All our life is the urge towards light,
the fight with ignorance and harm,
ability to look for a charm.
Having knotted our weakness
we search for strength and happiness.
All our life is full of flights,
big and small victories
and memories of beautiful days,
lilac blossom Mays,
memories of happy years,
love that suddenly appears,
meetings with our friends.
That’s life! Full of events,
events which are full of happiness and worries,
sometimes with lots of hurries,
hopes and disappointments,
mopes and compliments,
loves and hates,
Fool’s mates,
truth and lie,
black and white,
day and night.
They all walk together
not caring about the weather.
All our life is a pattern of events.
Slowly but surely,
trying to find a harmony,
they make our destiny.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Lesson
Our love has chosen its appropriate gesture
Which when viewed in the midst of all the gestures
It didn't choose seems almost insignificant.
The gesture our love has chosen is appropriate
We both agree not that we have any choice but
Amidst all those others does seem insignificant.
Is it incumbent on us thus to therefore obliterate
All of the gestures except this insignificant one
Chosen by our love for its own no doubt reasons.
It is up to us to obliterate all other gestures
Though they cluster round thick as presentations
Of war and sacrifice in a gradeschool classroom.
Use of our love's chosen gesture for the obliteration
Of all those foreign gestures is forbidden however
We must find something else to erase them with.
Our love has chosen its appropriate gesture
Which when viewed in the absence of all other gestures
Seems to spell the opposite of insignificant.
poem by Bill Knott
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Oh, for a man.
Oh, somewhere theres a man,
Of great proportions,
Who can make my knees buckle,
With his charm.
Oh, somewhere he waits,
Needing satisfaction,
That only having me,
Could ever bring.
He'll sweep me up in arms,
A paradise of heat,
Aching, pulsing pounding,
Delicious indulgence,
Of the most wicked kind.
Take me, good sir,
For I need to be,
Yours. Completely.
Totally.
Oh, somewhere theres a man,
Of epic proportions,
Wanting to do nothing,
But satisfy my needs.
poem by Chelsea Hansford
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Destiny
All our life is full of temptations,
aggravations, sensations, relations…,
good and bad morals,
trifling quarrels, insults,
disappointments and losses,
the worn out clothes,
treacheries and complaints,
events we can’t prevent,
some things we can’t withstand,
stresses and shocks,
difficulties to open some locks,
unpleasant deeds
Skillfully collected on the threads.
All our life is the urge towards light,
the fight with ignorance and harm,
ability to look for a charm.
Having knotted our weakness
we search for strength and happiness.
All our life is full of flights,
big and small victories
and memories of beautiful days,
lilac that blossom in Mays,
memories of happy years,
love that suddenly appears,
meetings with our friends.
That’s life! Full of events,
events which are full of happiness and worries,
sometimes with lots of hurries,
hopes and disappoinments,
mopes and compliments,
loves and hates,
Fools mates,
truth and lie,
black and white,
days and nights.
They all walk together
not caring about the weather.
All our life is a pattern of events.
Slowly but surely,
trying to find a harmony,
they make our destiny.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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I'm like a decathlete who does all of the events he's used to, but is being forced by certain circumstances to focus on three events, and being forced to focus on events that he wasn't that interested in, and also weren't his strongest events.
quote by Michael Nyman
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A Normality
Sometimes we experience
monumental change
within our daily lives.
A change so dramatic
that it shakes us to our very core.
We stand and ponder,
wondering what we can do,
but at the back of our mind,
we know we have to make it through.
Not only for ourselves,
but for others who depend on us.
If we give up,
then everything is lost.
By nature we are fighters,
some stronger that others.
We struggle forward
in the face of adversity
and soon that monumental change
becomes just a normality.
13 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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I tend to head for what's amusing because a lot of things aren't happy. But usually you can find a funny side to practically anything.
quote by Maggie Smith
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I used to tremble from nerves so badly that the only way I could hold my head steady was to lower my chin practically to my chest and look up at Bogie. That was the beginning of The Look.
quote by Lauren Bacall
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An Empty Jar
she finds it unthinkable that
at this hour
i am dislodging thoughts
emptying my mind
of all our memories,
i am backbreaking a heart
repairing a mindset,
i am a jar with a leak and
all my contents
are removed,
i am as light as a plastic
pail, and she can lift me
up without
exerting any force,
she can carry me anywhere and
fill me again
and i am practically under
her control and
mercy, this, is the one,
that she cannot accept,
now i must follow and not lead,
now i am but an accessory
and not the main
thing
i surrender, i retreat, because it
is only in taking the
reverse, that
i shall conquer myself again
its weakness to the full
its defeat to the maximum and it
is only after getting this
full insight
shall i begin to
fill what is there that is lacking
it is i, ajar, a jar
full and heavy and
ready...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In fact, an awful lot of N.F.L. club owners have practically no influence on their players at all, simply because they're not full-time working owners.
quote by Pete Rozelle
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Your Mistakes
Your mistakes,
Crushed my life,
Your mistakes,
Ruined me and her,
I'd withstand all of hell,
To have one last time,
One last time as a family,
One last time at being whole,
When I was younger,
My mind was clear,
My life seemed full and healthy,
Never dreamed that we'd end up like this,
Now my mind is a mess,
I'm walking around in pain,
Thinking of the events,
The events that you could of prevented.
poem by Charlie Bones
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Mindful and Thoughtful is better than successful!
Mindful and thoughtful,
The one understands nothing is True than one's own Self and its talent.
The meaningful life is not a dream,
It is not a life full of dreams,
Neither pleasure nor the pressure,
Change him and make him playful!
One who is playful change to thoughtful,
When pain and strain going in vain,
lessons learnt by playful daring kid,
Balances itself between
mindful deeds and Strainful roads!
Noble are those who know the nature,
life is that journey, controlling senses,
Mind is the tool that controls, body senses and mind itself,
Self is rider of the chariot,
Control and drive it safe!
Successful life has no definition,
So many rich born,
So many became rich here,
Yet they left no foot print,
Mansions and palaces may some day fall,
They one lived for a while here,
Shined with an universal truth,
May it ne Socrates, may it be Chanakya,
May be Buddha or Ashoka
Their monumental work is their own monument,
Unlike shahajahan's Tajmahal!
Love of Radha and Krishna,
Laila or Majanu.
Romeo and juliet
Was monumental,
Never they thought of any monument!
Noble are always noble,
Never think of any success,
Their own mindful action and life,
Monumental thoughts and deeds,
Always remain mindful and they chose their own path,
They ride their chariot in their own noble mindful way,
They never think of their impact,
Only pages of history notes them!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Where Do The Boys Go
Ou vont les garcons)
We walked around in circles singing ooo ha o
I said we walk around for practically forever singing ooo ha o
I said our heads were filled with things that
Didn't really matter anyway we're singing ooo ha o
I said we walk around for practically forever singing ooo ha o
I say!
We walked around in circles singing-- ooo ha o
I said we walk around for practically forever singing-- ooo ha o
I said our heads were filled with things that
Didn't really matter anyway we're singing-- ooo ha o
I said we walk around for practically forever singing-- ooo ha o
I say:
Tell me, tell me, tell me, where do the boys go?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, where do the boys go?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, where do the boys go?
Ok, third line everybody sing
Chorus repeat
(We walk around in circles)
We walked around in circles singing-- ooo ha o
I said we walk around a practically forever singing-- ooo ha o
I said our heads were filled with things that didn't matter anyway we're singing-- ooo ha o
I said we walk around for practically all eternity singing-- ooo ha o
I say we walk around in circles!-- Ooo ha o
I say we walk around in circles!-- Ooo ha o
I say we walk around in circles!-- Ooo ha o
I say we walk around in circles!-- Ooo ha o
All to the tune of this very simple melody
[Simple melody]
Ta ta ta ta ta ta!
Tell me, tell me, tell me, where do the boys go?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, where do the boys go?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, where do the boys go?
T-tell me, tell me, tell me, where do the boys go?
Where do the boys go?
Where do the boys go?
Where do the boys go?
Where do the boys go
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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Argentine political life is like the life of an ant community or an African forest tribe: full of events, full of crisis and deaths, but life is always cyclical, and the year ends as it begins.
quote by V.S. Naipaul
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A poem's prehistory
When the poem has at last
been brought to birth,
I rest, or stand, as both proud parents do,
blessed by the loving bed;
but I love too, the memory
of what brought being to this poem:
the seeming insignificant events of the day,
that neighboured with some memory;
that chimed with books half read;
which joined half-thoughts together like new-stringed white pearls,
and then spoke in some wordless tongue
and mental paintings without form
somewhere in mind;
and behind it all
the briefest flashes of the workings of the world…
and wonder; awe.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Stripe-less Proportions
Your lovely stripes,
Consume me when I am lost.
Hold me when I'm scared,
And have kept me for all eternity.
Taking me to a place
Of epic proportions,
Unable to be described by the human eye.
Full of love and not hate,
Away from the judgement set by society.
Such a wonderful place to be
Walking in your presence,
I hope I can be
Only as good as you wanted me to be.
poem by Chris Cariad
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