Nature Needs Privacy
Imperfection is the reality.
Perfection is the artificial.
Leave the nature to address itself.
It desperately needs privacy.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Aim at perfection, be satisfied with excellence
Aim at perfection
But be satisfied with excellence
As absolute perfection is
Unattainable
We say in science
Absolute zero is unattainable
Perfection means zero defects
In the product or outcome
And it means zero deviation
In the process and systems employed
While excellence in performance is
Being ahead of most of others
With regard to process and
Quality of the product
And this is achievable
It is well known and established that
Imperfection and randomness
Are the essence of survival
And the nature has all its biodiversity
Because of imperfection and
Deviation from the norms
Insistence on perfection
May lead to failures
And likely win you more foes than friends
You may even leave a scar in the hearts of
Your own people and friends
If you zero in on perfection only
The fact remains
There is no perfected art
There is no perfected process
There is no perfected write
All await your touch
And improvement therefrom
You do not compromise either
As you will be struggling to
Excel all others
Target at the best
Arrive at the best possible
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Imperfections, Imperfection
Imperfections
Imperfection
Separating us all from
Perfection
Imperfections
Imperf ection
I'll never be perfect
Neither will you
Imperfections
Imperfection
You can't change everything
About the way you look
Imperfections
Imperfection
You can't change everything
About your personality
Imperfections
Imperfection
But, you can work on those things
Change little things
Instead of worrying about all the things
Imperfections
Imperfection
Never completely gone
It's what makes us human
poem by Autumn Winds
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Self-portrait
i'm imperfection incarnate
but deep down my imperfection
is concealed some perfection
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Desperately Autumn
Desperately autumn
Trees are bleeding
Winds escort leaves desperately teaming.
Desperately autumn
Hearts are slower beating,
But I’ll never leave your side.
Desperately autumn
Fantasy leaves, now revealing
Desperately autumn fantasy now retreating.
Desperately autumn seeks September
And never to leave your side.
poem by Vereen Fransman
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Psalm 119 part 7
Imperfection of nature, and perfection of scripture.
ver. 96, paraphrased.
Let all the heathen writers join
To form one perfect book;
Great God! if once compared with thine,
How mean their writings look!
Not the most perfect rules they gave
Could show one sin forgiv'n,
Nor lead a step beyond the grave;
But thine conduct to heav'n.
I've seen an end to what we call
Perfection here below;
How short the powers of nature fall,
And can no further go!
Yet men would fain be just with God
By works their hands have wrought;
But thy commands, exceeding broad,
Extend to every thought.
In vain we boast perfection here,
While sin defiles our frame,
And sinks our virtues down so far,
They scarce deserve the name.
Our faith, and love, and every grace,
Fall far below thy word;
But perfect truth and righteousness
Dwell only with the Lord.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Imperfection
There’s something to be said
for imperfection
Something to be praised
in things cracked and crazed
For there’s something unsettled
That makes me feel nettled
And something in perfection
That leaves me dismayed
Give me a nick
on the lip of my cup
Give me bird poo
on my car
Give me a rip,
a tear or a stain
I’m perfectly happy
With imperfection so far
poem by David Whalen
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Artificial Light
Slow dancing in a disco,
Standing underneath the light show,
Illuminated by the artificial light.
I disbelieved it at first sight,
I couldnt tell if she was black or white,
It didnt matter in the artificial light,
Artificial light.
Artificial light.
Artificial light.
Artificial light.
First time I saw her she was easy to know,
She had nothing to hide, she put it all out to show.
She didnt cover up or try to conceal,
I knew the way that she felt cause her expression was real.
She didnt cover up the inside,
She showed it all on the outside,
Stark naked in the artificial light.
Everybody gotta learn to relax,
To be yourself you have to put on an act.
Get together in the artificial light.
And if I saw her in the light of day,
I wouldnt know what to say, I wouldnt know what had happened.
I only wanna know a world below,
Where we can be ourselves beneath an artificial glow.
And if youre scared what your friendll say,
And youre embarrassed by the light of day,
Get together in the artificial light.
Everybody let yourself go,
Everybody to a floor show,
Get together in the artificial light.
Artificial light,
Artificial light,
Artificial light,
Artificial light.
song performed by by Kinks
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How the Light's let In (An imperfect poem)
Everything lacks perfection
In the smallest particle there’s a flaw
Imperfection is our protection
Imperfection’s an immutable law
There’s a tiny crack in everything
But tis how the light’s let in
There exists no perfect circle
An impossibility, a linear line
Nor persists a faultless square
Nor a truly enlightened mind
Yet.. There’s a tiny crack in everything
And tis how the light’s let in
There’s no such thing as perfection
There’s no such condition as ‘just right’
No such thing as exact recollection
No such thing as ‘perfect sight’
there’s a tiny crack in everything
No matter how wide or thin
It’s the flaw that keeps the dark without
And tis how the light’s let in
poem by David Whalen
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Finding Perfection..Is It Death?
Anyone who has sought this has failed
Some even died trying
Can't you see?
It's just not there, no such thing exists
It has gone extinct when the world was born
They are all looking in the wrong places
Searching for something unheard of
No one deserves it, can find it, and can earn it
There's only one way to acheive it
Life's basic principle..is imperfection
And anyone seeking perfection
Shouldn't be breathing
Death is perfection
But hey, death is the worst thing, right?
So death cannot be perfection
The irony of it all..
poem by Candy Lemons
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Privacy
I do lot of things but need privacy
Not to read too much in between for its legacy
Neither there is no hidden clause or diplomacy
Nor it is not to show any will or supremacy
It is human nature that compels us to hide
Something unusual to retain and not to confide
Wrong act but still in possession to remain
Not letting any one to venture in personal domain
Is it to satisfy personal ego or cheat conscience?
Why some of the acts should bother its presence?
Somewhere we feel it is hurting our prestige
Under the name of privacy we seek refuge
It is good to have something as private and confidential
Only self and no one else to know of its credentials
When time comes for its rightful address
You cry in isolation, curse self and confess
It is big thing to assess self and adopt in life
Certain things to self and not letting even to wife
This gives enough courage to handle the issue
Powerful shot’s in arm by remaining always true
It affords individual to enjoy or go for remorse
There is no tension or play of external force
It is seeking self inner voice and remedy
Life should not be allowed to result in comedy
Life needs full of interaction with zeal
Some of the things we may not perform real
Enter into provocation with shoddy deal
We try desperately to hide and conceal
Privacy is part of single or double individuals
To converse or exchange is merely a ritual
It is an act to find solace in each other
Nothing comes in between for anybody to bother
It has to be respected with complete sense
It is not execution of nefarious act or nonsense
It is precaution not to be invaded at a time
Life seems deserting and …………………..
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Perfection itself is imperfection.
quote by Vladimir Horowitz
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Privacy under what circumstance? Privacy at home under what circumstances? You have more privacy if everyone's illiterate, but you wouldn't really call that privacy. That's ignorance.
quote by Bruce Sterling
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This is the very perfection of a man, to find out his own imperfection.
quote by Saint Augustine
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Loves Illusion
True love is an illusion
For you look at imperfection
And only see
PERFECTION
poem by David Kush
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Name & Address
Our love affair was over on the second day
You packed a bag and like a birdie flew away
Meanwhile Im sitting here, Im getting in a mess
If you want my love, leave your name and address
I used to love you baby, when I was your man
But maybe loving you is something no one man can do
Meanwhile Im sitting here, Im getting in a mess
If you want my love, leave your name and address
Love to feel the tingle of your heavenly caresses
Love to intermingle, a lonely single without addresses
If you want my love, leave your name and address
But if its all over baby, you know Ill understand
Maybe Ill hate to think of you with another man
Meanwhile Im sitting here, Im getting in a mess
If you want my love, leave your name and address
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The 'Good' Life
Wake up in the morning to screaming,
Reporters getting into your personal life,
No privacy,
As you walk down the street,
You are followed constantly by people you do not know
No privacy
You break up with your girlfriend, for the fifth time
It’s on the cover of a magazine
No privacy
Every fucking shit we take,
It’s recorded somewhere
No privacy
You die a tragic death at a young age,
People who you have never met attend your funeral
No privacy
This is what we call the “good” life…
poem by Wandering Scarlet
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Too Tough
You keep it too rough.
Could you soften up your feelings for me?
Baby you're too tough...
And I feel as if you,
Want to impede...
Upon that peace in me!
I need...
To have it!
I need...
To hold it!
I need...
To never let go,
Of it!
I need...
To have it!
I need...
To hold it!
I need...
To never let go.
It's not an artificial love.
Not this feeling in me.
Not an artificial love.
I'll never share that from me.
Not an artifical love.
I need...
To have it!
I need...
To hold it!
I need...
To never let go,
Of it!
You see in me,
Someone...
Who doesn't cover up and run.
And what I have,
It's not an artificial love.
Not this feeling in me.
Not an artificial love.
You'll never get that from me.
Not an artifical love.
I need...
To have it!
I need...
To hold it!
I need...
To never let go,
Of it!
My peace,
Or leave!
Baby you're too tough.
You can leave me and my peace.
Baby you're too tough.
My peace,
Or leave!
Baby you're too tough.
You can leave me and my peace.
Baby you're too tough.
My peace,
Or leave!
Baby you're too tough.
You can leave me and my peace.
Baby you're too tough.
My peace,
Or leave!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Artificial Things (Sextuple Senryu)
Artificial breaths,
Like mimicking feelings of
Love with empty souls,
Artificial love,
Like sex mimics of drugged, raped
Girls, being in chains,
Artificial sex,
Like mimicking life in the
Dolls for making love,
Artificial life,
Like raping dead women to
Sate sadistic needs,
Artificial need,
Like rape mimics during sex
For excitation
And excitations,
Like artificial breaths for
Necrophiliacs.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Perfect Blame
If I write the perfect poem
then my creation
mocks me
because it is perfect
and I know I am not.
The imperfect poem
is better for me
yet perfection
haunts
and I continue to strive
for its outlines
even as I concede
imperfection's continence
is more like me.
It may be I have to concede
that I and all of us are perfect
as we are inside
but once perfection moves outside my skin
the world taints it
with its imperfections
and I have to take the blame.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Artifical Man
Scene: After his capture, Flash is taken to a secret hideout to have
his brain cleansed, and his mind conditioned.
Flash, Mr. Black and the Mad Scientist sing:
Flash: I can't believe it's happening
I just want to stay the way that I am.
I don't want to live a lie in an artificial world.
Mr Black: Let's build an antiseptic world,
Full of artificial people.
Cure all diseases, conquer pain
And monitor the human brain,
And see what thoughts you're thinking.
Observe your feelings,
Secret fears,
Controlling everything you say and do
And we will build a master race
To live within our artificial world.
Tell it to the people all across the land,
We're going to build an artificial man
With the physique of a Tarzan
And the profile of a Cary Grant,
A superior being
Totally made by hand.
Throw out imperfection,
Mould you section by section,
Gonna make you the ultimate creation.
Flash: I can visualise the day
When the world will be controlled by artificial people,
But I don't want to live a lie in an artificial world.
Mr Black: Tell the world that we finally did it,
Made a man that's totally programmed,
Preconditioned thoughts and emotions,
Push-button artificial man.
Did you ever want to live forever?
Well here's your chance to be a total automaton
'Cos we've improved on God's creation
An outdated homo sapien.
Make you taller if you want it
Make your hair grow longer if you need it.
If it doesn't exist then I guess we can breed it.
There'll be no disagreements,
We'll dedicate our lives to achievements,
And organise your life and keep it totally planned.
Flas
song performed by by Kinks
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