Life As a Circle
There is a place
Where ideas come from
And you cannot know for sure
When you are actually there
Because all is imaginary in relation
To that which is already in existence
Or else, it is a copy
Of what someone else
Has brought back to us before...
Pure truth has no existence,
Being beyond within
The garden of originality,
Where all sorts of unearthy things
Are really grown
And some are plucked by the living-
The explorers, who like these things,
Have been transformed in this world
From the dust of another...
Love is grown among these wonders,
So, maybe love is an idea of truth
And maybe true ideas are love, too,
That strengthen the more they are used,
materializing each second clearer,
Certain, yet, vanishing undetected
Into dust again
When there is no belief
To keep them from returning again...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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The non-existent truth
The defined and undefined truth,
Endowed with knowledge or without knowledge,
Sometimes real or unreal,
Certainly including being and non-being,
Accepting that being is true,
Accepting the non-existence of being,
When the absence of existence means the negation of being,
Accepting that truth did not exist,
And it would have been true that it did not exist, at the same time,
Understanding that truth is eternal,
Imagining the idea of a non-existing world,
Before its own existence,
Accepting the universal and immortal truth,
So interchangeable with being,
While the universal never ceases of itself,
Recognizing the truth always existing in an eternal intellect,
While the created truth is not existing,
Understanding the created truth as not existing,
Remaining truth, when the true things have been destroyed,
Or remaining truth, when all true things can be destroyed,
Or remaining truth, when our minds can not see the truth itself,
Truth, being in sense, always as a consequence of its act.
Truth, not being in sense because
The sense does not know the truth it truly judges,
Even it judges truly about things,
The existent and non-existent truth.......
Copyright © ® Marieta Maglas. All rights reserved.
A philosophical poem about truth.(references: The Lankavatara Sutra, Mulamadhyamaka, The Vedanta-Sutras and Spinoza.)
poem by Marieta Maglas
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Home Grown Tomatoes
There aint nothin in the world that I like better than bacon n lettuce n
Home grown tomatoes up in the mornin, out in the garden
Get you a ripe one, dont pick a hard un plant em in the spring, eat em in
The summer all winter without em is a culinary bummer I forget all about the
Sweatinand the digginevery time I go out and pick me a big un home grown
Tomatoes, home grown tomatoes what would life be like without home grown
Tomatoes only two things that money cant buy
Thats true love and home grown tomatoes you can go out to eat an thats for
Sure but theres nothina home grown tomatoe wont cure put em in a salad, put
em in a stew
You can make your own tomatoe juice
You can eat em with eggs, eat em with gravy you can eat em with beans, pinto
Or navy put em on the side, put em in the middle home grown tomatoes on a hot
Cake griddle home grown tomatoes, home grown tomatoes what would life be like
Without home grown tomatoes only two things that money cant buy
Thats true love and home grown tomatoes if is to change this life I lead
You could call me johnny tomatoe seed
cause I know what this country needs
Home grown tomatoes in every yard you see when I die dont bury me
In a box in a cold dark cemetery
Out in the garden would be much better
cause I could be pushin up a home grown tomatoe home grown tomatoes, home
Grown tomatoes what would life be like without home grown tomatoes only two
Things that money cant buy
Thats true love and home grown tomatoes
Words and music by guy clark
song performed by by John Denver
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An unjust composition never fails to contain error and falsehood. Therefore an unjust connection of ideas is not derived from nature, but from the imperfect composition of man. Misconnection of ideas is the same as misjudging, and has no positive existence, being merely a creature of the imagination; but nature and truth are real and uniform; and the rational mind by reasoning, discerns the uniformity, and is thereby enabled to make a just composition of ideas, which will stand the test of truth. But the fantastical illuminations of the credulous and superstitious part of mankind, proceed from weakness, and as far as they take place in the world subvert the religion of REASON, NATURE and TRUTH.
quote by Ethan Allen
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God
All that I know is there’s one God
Who made the Universe;
And made the stars, moon, sky and sun;
Earth for beings, human.
If God is truth and truth is God,
And truth alone triumphs;
Then, God is true and truly God
And non-believers, odd!
If God is light and light is God
And light dispels darkness;
Then, God is all we need on earth,
Right from our very birth!
All that I know is there’s a God
Whose presence, Science can’t prove;
The Creation’s testimony
Of God’s existence, love!
The Omnipotent God was there
Always and forever;
The ruler of things known, unknown
Which fools deny, brother!
The beauty of all things God made
Is something, man wonders;
The harmony can never fade,
’Tis man who just blunders!
What love and care, God packed in things
With finesse, unsurpassed;
God is perfect and unequalled,
His judgments, unbiased!
The living God, lives everywhere
And watches all with care;
To steal some souls, all devils dare
But cannot so well fare!
Almighty God does mighty things,
He plans eternally;
His Kingdom comes and Will be done
Hell will be man’s folly!
poem by John Celes
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A Singing Soul
The heart desires attachment
And solitude for the soul
Belonging to no other-yet
By oneself-life is unknown...
The soul has need to believe
Just as the heart requires love
Which must become a primary goal
To justify a merry existence...
You and I are here as a living proof
That we were made of external day
To be molded into truth
And then, by the wind, carried away...
Now, the difference between
The real and imaginary
Becomes nearly the same
Like life and death
Within a world of uncertainties...
Only you and a soul-mate
Can make that difference
Completely disappear!
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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What the Little Ones Do For Me...
Bright shining little eyes
Messy little toes
Dirty little fingers
With a snotty little nose.
Pure innocent hearts
With ever learning minds
Only a child are all these things you'll find.
Love that is forgiving
Love that is true
Love that loves to cuddle
Just to steal the warmth from you.
Beautiful laughter
Beautiful tears
Beautiful children
Growing beautiful years.
Questions being asked
Each day new ideas being thought
Ideas in their childish minds
That no one has ever taught.
Running around and stirring up many a mess.
All these things and more
Are what they do best.
Loving and laughing
Hugging and kissing
All these things without are what I would be missing.
poem by Raechael Woodroof
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Pure Love (For my Friend Marie)
Marie asked me to write something about pure love
But it's difficult for me and not really even thought of
So - pure love must be the opposite of love that's not pure
Something that is not about lust but grown up and mature
Pure love would be what a mother feels for her child
And unpure love is what's between lovers that are wild
A love that truly gives without asking anything back
The past will be forgiven and remains forever unpacked
The kind of love that disregards physical attraction
A love that does not care about personal satisfaction
A true commitment uncaring about beauty and location
Something that goes past illness and all types of allegation
Pure love does not know jealousy, anger or greed
This kind of love is fulfilling, silent and doesn't mislead
A feeling that puts your soul to rest and lets you sleep
And when you get up it's still strong and never cheap
Pure love is something that's respectful, giving and true
It's born within you and gives happiness all the way through
Well my friend if you have experienced pure love in your life
Hold on to it tightly and don't let anyone cut it out with a knife
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Imaginary
The imaginary power takes over the world, and the people in it.
Making minute things important, and important things unnecessary.
And so the world turns.
The imaginary status places and artificial happiness over the world, and the people in it.
Creating avoidable conflicts to arise at new magnitudes.
And so the world turns.
The imaginary wealth controls the world, and the people in it.
Presenting new desirable ideas to replace the already insufficient ones.
And so the world turns.
The imaginary need drives selfishness in the world, and the people in it.
Allowing happiness, fear, and lust to lead their lives.
And so the world turns.
This world is unfortunately not imaginary,
Going day to day with imaginary things at the center of the lives of all.
Soon the world will no longer turn.
poem by Kaitlin Schmidt
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
I Want to Be True
I don't want to be clever or witty or wise
I just want to be true.
Truth?
Truth was us when, inside me, you looked into my eyes and found my love,
Truth was us when we laughed and played,
Truth was us when you cared too much for me to make love to me,
Truth was us, when knowing me, you were brave in your words and helped me be true.
Truth?
Truth was your tenderness, your joy, your heart.
Truth was my surrender, my giving, my happiness.
Truth was your love, was my love, was the love we created between us.
The truth was our honesty and ease.
Truth?
Truth is the emptiness I feel at my loss of you,
Truth is my naïve hope, all present, that you will come to me,
Truth is the pain at night while I grieve for you,
Truth is my smile and my love playing the memories.
Truth is this moment, the now, the present.
The truth is I had something more than wonderful, and I can't have it anymore.
The truth is I so wish I was with you.
Truth?
So many truths?
I will be true in the moment. x
poem by Susan Cook
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Ideas must be put to the test. That's why we make things, otherwise they would be no more than ideas. There is often a huge difference between an idea and its realisation. I've had what I thought were great ideas that just didn't work.
quote by Andy Goldsworthy
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I Wish I Could
I wish I could untie my hand, set it free,
So that if you offered yours again to me
I could accept your proposal knowing that
Our relationship was not ambiguous...
I wish I could open the valves of my heart
And let the love I harbor pour freely out
And cleanse those wounds
That have not mended rightly
Scarring me visibly with melancholy...
I wish my poetry had the potency
To convince you that I love you truly
And that the very place where all things must end
Is the place most likely to begin again...
But, I do not wish to undo what I have done
Because from mistakes made I have also grown
And struggled for wisdom that is essential
To capacity for higher potential...
I wish the greatest wish of all, for true love
For this I have waited to know when it comes
It shall be genuine and not misleading
Candid, not disguised-playful, not deceiving...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Songs Sing 05/11/2009
I love my family, I love my kids, I love
seeing their faces and hearing their
voices and holding them
I love hubby and all his schemes and
his plans for improvement and the way
he forgives
I love my mother and her hare-brained
ideas, I love my father and his notes
and his songs
I love my sister and her belligerence, I
love my poet friend who creates dreams
fragile and sweet
I love my colleagues who work so valiantly
design new forms and always help me to
conquer my fears
I love my brother and his love for words,
I love it when he cracks his whip
so that terms
Line up for him, I love his dismissal of things
that cannot be known by the senses and
sibling understanding
Of the games that I play; I love that we share
genes so that he understands everything I say
when I am confused
I love this beautiful world of music and sounds,
symbols and ideas, I love the love that I feel
for everyone
And most of all, I love the love they give me
when they laugh at my ideas, I love
eyes that are happy
I love songs that sing in my ears….
poem by Margaret Alice
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Someone Who Has Grown
What do you think I would want from you now?
After years of warning you,
No life can be lived without it in existence.
You think I now want from you love?
Loyalty and devotion? Honesty I trust?
I told you then I am not into leftovers.
Or anything someome else has nibbled.
Especially when I believed I was the first,
To unpack it fresh.
What do you think I would want from you now?
After years of warning you,
No life can be lived without it in existence.
A truth you never knew?
Or another lie you want to disguise?
Open your eyes to see someone who has grown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peace!
Everything comes from God above
Both Heaven and earth agree
That peace will only come through love
Once truth has set us free
When all mankind does Heaven’s will
And rights the things gone wrong
Then peace one day her heart will fill
Then joy will be her song
But still our wars on earth increase
It seems that no one cares
What is this thing the world calls peace?
What are the fruit it bears?
We now must learn to pray as one
Must cease each selfish fight
Until true peace through love is won
And hearts through Christ unite
Before this world can live as blessed
The truth she needs to see
Her differences must come to rest
Her wars must cease to be
We disagree through injured pride
We kill because of hate
Because of foolish things inside
To love, we close the gate
When in the world true love we sow
When love flows through our hearts
In individuals peace can grow
And true Salvation starts
For what is peace without true love?
How can the world survive?
How can a soul join God above?
And ever stay alive
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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The World in my eyes
The world. A harsh place, yet
through the harshness of its existence comes
a ray of light, brought by passion,
passion from the existence of the human race
of individuals making peace, love, violence,
A contrast.
The world, a place of ever growing pain and hate,
the place once fuelled on love cannot breathe, is dying without pain.
Think.
The world once powered by unity is sickened without grief.
poem by Lindsey A Rogerson
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The Honest Truth
the truth is i love you
the truth is i always dream of you at night
the truth is i do my best to hide it from you
the truth is the future is blank without you
the truth is i am hurting
the truth is i am scared
i am scared how i pretend in front of everyone
the truth is a cannot tell anyone of this
the truth is i cannot even tell you
then it starts to hurt even more
the truth is i'm scared to tell you
the truth is you might be scared to break her heart
the truth is i'm scared you might love me too
the truth is i am not happy
the truth is i don't feel the love i want
the truth is i want to be loved by you only
the truth is you're too blind to see
the truth is you might not believe me if i told you
the truth is you might be scared of it
the truth is the emotional distance kills me
the truth is being close to you makes it worse
should i tell you this truth?
would you believe this truth?
the truth....the truth....the truth...
i'm the only one who knows the
and this truth hurts
because the truth is i love you
the truth is i love you
the truth is i still love you....
03 August 2010
poem by Neo Patricia Monamodi
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Originality (Cinquain)
Mind fruits
Flow with sweet juice
No plastic copy matched-
Ripe ideas will ink the pen
With truth.
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'Originality is the mother of creativity.'
July 7,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Love Is Divine!
Love is the nature's truth,
Love is the nature's law
Love is that binds all,
Love is the force behind all!
Love is pure flow from bottom of heart,
It is like river of pure water of Ganges,
That washes the sins and feed all!
But we can't purify it,
only we can let it flow Unpolluted,
May be loves flow is that great force,
Some one can put a dam,
channel to get dry lands irrigated,
May one get power and energy,
Love is that feeds all, thirsty and hungry,
Love is love, God is love!
Love from tiny heart to infinite hearts,
Love from heart to every soul,
Love from soul to soulmates,
Love from a being,
to core of existence,
Love from subtle core of
existence
to all forms of existence!
Beautiful, love expands,
fit for this space age,
Heart expanding beyond horizon,
In fact without horizon to limitless space!
Love covers all, love is the cover for all,
Love is great and sweet,
Love that bring all the difference,
Not only bring light to pair of hearts,
But also love can light the world,
The tiny spark of love,
Tiny heart that carries it,
Spread love to universe,
can blaze and burn all ignorance of all!
Love is not only feeling,
But also heart's own nature,
God is love, be one with God,
Then one can be one with love!
Love is that force that bring oneness with all,
Then love is God,
God is love,
You and me
and all are one,
One with love
and one with God!
This is the story of
infant Jesus to Jesus, the son of God!
This is the story of Buddha and Krishna,
This can be story
of I or you,
Let it be so!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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