The Generated Love
This shrine a saint visited, I was told.
With the generated spirit, I worshipped.
This lady is a Miss World, , I was told.
With the generated passion, I liked.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We must daily decide whether the threats we face are real, whether the solutions we are offered will do any good, whether the problems we're told exist are in fact real problems, or non-problems. Every one of us has a sense of the world, and we all know that this sense is in part given to us by what other people and society tell us; in part generated by our emotional state, which we project outward; and in part by our genuine perceptions of reality. In short, our struggle to determine what is true is the struggle to decide which of our perceptions are genuine, and which are false because they are handed down, or sold to us, or generated by our own hopes and fears.
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he faces the computer
all the days of his life,
no matter how short
everything in him is
e-generated: e-mails,
e-tickets, e-phones,
exactly, without this
sense of exaggeration
electronically generated.
his poems even are
exclusively e-tech,
explosive to some
e-motive efficacy, like
e-vocative e-phemeral
e-mboracation, @
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yahoo.com.
e_xpressive indeed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Oh My Lady
First they told me
That they loved me
Dressed me up in the light of gold
All they wanted was to know me
Gotta get me on before I get too old
Then they told me I was big time
Lots of favors of limosine
This might be what they told me it would be
But I'm not sure it's what I need
Not what I need
Now, won't you tell me
Oh, my lady
Where's my lady
All this glory
Where's my lady
To share it with me
Oh, to share it with me
First they told me
I could love you
And then they told me never mind
Never mind
Gotta keep those cards and letters flowing in my friend
Gotta try and have a real good
Real good time
Now wouldn't you tell me
Oh my lady
Where's my lady
All this glory
Where's my lady to share it with me
Oh to share it with me
Now woun't you tell me
Oh where's my lady
All this glory
Wherec12
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Why Should I Cry
(c)why should I cry, I (g7)never done you wrong
I kept my vows you left me all a(c)lone
You told me you loved me, you (f)told me a lie
(c)why should I pay, tell me (g7)why should I (c)cry
You knew I worshipped you, right from the start
I gave you my love, never thought that wed part
You didnt care enough, to even say goodbye
Why should I pay, tell me why should I cry
You know I miss you, now that youre gone
Life can be sad when youre livin all alone
But darlin Ill forget you, your memory will die
Why should I pay, tell me why should I cry
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Deep Silences Like Thunderbolts Were Hurled
Deep silences like thunderbolts were hurled
through the noiseless deafness of my quiet world.
These sounds were generated from within
for my ears were not able to take sounds in.
From the noisy world no sound could be heard
no clashing of drums or song of a bird.
My eyes could see your lips talking to me
but what you said remained a mystery.
Cut off from the noisy world around
and from its vast cacophony of sound.
I could not hear a dog bark or baby cry,
the rustling wind or river rippling by.
Then there down by the Sea of Galilee
they begged Jesus to lay his hands on me.
I was deaf and dumb and could hardly talk
but Jesus took me aside for a walk.
He reached out touching my tongue and my ear
cried out 'Ephphatha' and then I could hear.
My tongue was loosened and then I could speak
now I'm no longer an outcast or freak.
Overwhelmed and amazed at everything
I heard all the people His praises sing.
For although Jesus told them not to tell
they told everyone He'd done all things well.
Written after reading Mark 7: 31-37
Should Never Have Told Me
You should have never told me
That you love me
You should have never told me, told me, told me
That you care
Ever since that day I saw your lovely face
You were on my mind
I knew that one day I would make you love me
It was just a matter of time
Every night and every day, girl
Im thinking of you
Girl, I cant believe youre mine
Way you kiss, youre right on time
Should have never told me
That you love me
You should have never told me, told me, told me
That you care
If by chance I owned the whole world
Id give it to you
All im trying to say
Love you through and through
Girl, lets stay together for life
cause you are my sugar and spice
Should have never told me
That you love me
You should have never told me, told me, told me
That you care
Naw, baby
Oh, baby
Should have never told me
That you love me
Should have never told me, told me, told me
That you care
Should have never told me
That you love me
Should have never told me, told me, told me
That you care
Should have never told me
That you love me
song performed by by New Edition
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Should Have Never Told Me
You should have never told me
That you love me
You should have never told me, told me, told me
That you care
Ever since that day I saw your lovely face
You were on my mind
I knew that one day I would make you love me
It was just a matter of time
Every night and every day, girl
Im thinking of you
Girl, I cant believe youre mine
Way you kiss, youre right on time
Should have never told me
That you love me
You should have never told me, told me, told me
That you care
If by chance I owned the whole world
Id give it to you
All Im trying to say
Love you through and through
Girl, lets stay together for life
cause you are my sugar and spice
Should have never told me
That you love me
You should have never told me, told me, told me
That you care
Naw, baby
Oh, baby
Should have never told me
That you love me
Should have never told me, told me, told me
That you care
Should have never told me
That you love me
Should have never told me, told me, told me
That you care
Should have never told me
That you love me
song performed by by New Edition
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The Capture
Duck come switchin' 'cross de lot
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
Hurry up an' hide de pot
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
Duck's a mighty 'spicious fowl,
Slick as snake an' wise as owl;
Hol' dat dog, don't let him yowl!
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
Th'ow dat co'n out kind o' slow
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
Keep yo'se'f behin' de do'
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
Lots o' food'll kill his feah,
Co'n is cheap but fowls is deah--
'Come, good ducky, come on heah.'
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
Ain't he fat and ain't he fine,
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
Des can't wait to make him mine.
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
See him waddle when he walk,
'Sh! keep still and don't you talk!
Got you! Don't you daih to squawk!
Hi, oh, Miss Lady!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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I miss you, why can’t you see
I miss you
I miss us
The sky seems grayer without you by my side
The time has come for you to say your goodbyes
Our relationship ends, on our 5 month anniversary
Its ok, I forgive you, because I love you
I know you just want to be friends, but I can’t see myself without in my life
You complete my world, and I wish you would come back to me
You said we fell apart, I think it was just you
Our relationship never ended, you just gave up
I told you to be strong
I told you I would stay with you
I said I would never give up on you
I Promise
And now that we’re done, I’m still keeping that promise
Until the day I die
I miss you; I wish you knew how much you mean to me
I miss you, why can’t you see
poem by Katie Bunge
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Eyes Can See...
Generated of hatred ganetically
Wasted creature
Development killingly attacked
With morbid violence
Patiently endured pain
And sneering laughs...
...They generated only inside attack!
Real madness fight with the brain
Exceedingly wanting to discharge
- Eyes can see the evil... Feel the attack -
Live normally
Alone fight the fading mind
Extremity brutally
Threat's the revenge
Life's been jailed
- Eyes can see the evil... Felt pain themselves -
Absurd attack of animal rage
Made a cripple out of the oppressor
He'll look nobody
In the eyes
- Eyes don't see anymore -
song performed by by Yattering
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I Told Myself
I told myself
You do love me
Is it really true?
She asked me
I told myself
You care for me
Are you really sure?
She asked me
I told myself
You do miss me
As often as you?
She asked me
I told myself
You need me too
Are you guessing?
She asked me
I told myself
You never tell me
Why on Earth?
She asked me
I told myself
You hide a lot…
Is that friendship?
She asked me
I told myself
You think too much
Does he not feel?
She asked me
Tell me, my love
What shall I say?
To all those queries
That she asked me...
How should I answer?
What should I ponder?
Tell me the truth
For she still asks me...
You For Me
And Me For You
Is it the Future?
One last Question
She did ask me.
I don’t have the answers
Yet she keeps asking me…
May be, she knows,
One day, one moment
You’ll let her know
How you feel for me...
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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But the first differentiation of its reflection in the manifested World is purely Spiritual, and the Beings generated in it are not endowed with a consciousness that has any relation to the one we conceive of.
quote by H.P. Blavatsky
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Easily Expressed As Found
From a stumble that humbles,
To a stride in a strutted pride...
Is a recovery witnessed,
That lifts one from despair.
Knowing what was there...
Unshared and comprehended,
Without a doubt.
From tears that sat and visited.
To a broad smile generated,
From a constant frown...
Appearing on one's mouth.
Initiated as one knew what being down,
Meant...
And was about!
On a face with a nose,
Pressed close to the ground.
That seemed permanent.
A rejoicing would soon come,
Heaven sent.
And stayed around,
To be easily expressed as found.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is suggested that, in domestic violence at least, the presence or absence of a firearm, or of any other type of weapon, is of far less importance to the outcome than the passion generated in the attacker. The man who has lost control will cause serious injuries in many cases, quite irrespective of the weapon he uses and regardless of the certainty of detection and punishment.
quote by Colin Greenwood
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Somebody Told Me
Somebody told me
Somebody told me
Somebody told me
Something about you
I didn't believe it
I couldn't believe it
I'm still reeling
'cause i just can't take the blow
Well there's laughter and love
And there's a lot of pain
I never wanna see your
Pretty face again
Full of forgiveness
You're just twisted
I'm a silly little saint
With a halo of smiles
But it makes no difference
song performed by by Eurythmics
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The Thought Therapy
biting cold on the hilltop
but warm within us
when we embraced
tight, too tight
and too
X told reaction of organic acids
Y told soul produces warm in union
Z told fire of passion between two sex organs
wind carried snow
snow covered our outer garments
we felt our kissing burns
top to nail
two body but
thought became one
X told love makes us senseless
Y told energy wastes huge than usual
Z told passion leads us even to self-elimination
but we on the hilltop
embraced tight
kissed aloud
kept ourselves
warm
Pranab k c
12/03/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Prayer is commission. Out of the quietness with God, power is generated that turns the spiritual machinery of the world. When you pray, you begin to feel the sense of being sent, that the divine compulsion is upon you.
quote by E. Stanley Jones
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Close To Greatness
at one stage in my life
I met a man who claimed to have
visited Pound at St. Elizabeths.
then I met a woman who not only
claimed to have visited
E.P.
but also to have made love
to him—she even showed
me
certain sections in the
Cantos
where Ezra was supposed to have
mentioned
her.
so there was this man and
this woman
and the woman told me
that Pound had never
mentioned a visit from this
man
and the man claimed that the
lady had had nothing to do
with the
master
that she was a
charlatan
and since I wasn't a
Poundian scholar
I didn't know who to
believe
but one thing I do
know: when a man is
living
many claim relationships
that are hardly
so
and after he dies, well,
then it's everybody's
party.
my guess is that Pound
knew neither the lady or the
gentleman
or if he knew
one
or if he knew
both
it was a shameful waste of
madhouse
time.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Sonnet 10
Were I the poet-laureate of the fairies,
Who in a rose-leaf finds too broad a page;
Or could I, like your beautiful canaries,
Sing with free heart and happy, in a cage;
Perhaps I might within this little space
(As in some Eastern tale, by magic power,
A giant is imprisoned in a flower)
Have told you something with a poet's grace.
But I need wider limits, ampler scope,
A world of freedom for a world of passion,
And even then, the glory of my hope
Would not be uttered in its stateliest fashion;
Yet, lady, when fit language shall have told it,
You'll find one little heart enough to hold it!
poem by Henry Timrod
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The next wave of the Web is going to be user-generated content.
quote by John Doerr
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