An Eye For Details
details
are
everything
sometimes
details
are not just good
sometimes
details
are everything
an eye
for
detail
eye
mind
understood
heart hand
desire
to do good
patterns possibilities
dreams birth reality
perfection creativity
time to listen focus
hear earth cry
end abuse exploitation
nature models sustainability
ecosystems elastic diversity
interactive beautified energy
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sending Those Mixed Messages
No!
My name is 'not' Angel.
Everybody's trying to get in a free 'cruise'.
And at my expense.
'Listen to Me!
You were specifically given an assignment.
When asked the 'code'...
You are to reply accordingly.
That's 'another' one you let escape.'
Ok ok ok.
I understand that, My Father.
But my name is not Angel.
I 'am' an angel.
And that is a tremendous difference.
The question I 'should be asked,
Is this...
Are you an 'angel'?
'Why is it,
You are the only one...
I find I 'have' to qualify My wishes.
Do you realize what time it is?
And I am on a schedule to raise conscious levels,
Around here.
DETAILS! Details.
Let ME worry about the details.
Is that clear? '
Sure!
Now...
What details do You refer to?
And how clear should I be?
'BOY!
Where on EARTH did you come from? '
Father...?
Aren't I 'not' Your creation?
There You go again.
Sending those mixed messages.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Teachers
Never do the same signs show their details,
Details are simply abandoning the very concept;
Signs fool the teachers of this era as we speak,
Details are against those who teach and display.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Let's Be Honest About This
Let's be honest about this!
'No.
Why should we?
Look behind you.
The majority now follow us.
Plus it has stopped raining.
A rainbow appears.
And...
Who knows,
If we keep with our beliefs...
Soon we will be near the Emerald City.'
WHAT EMERALD CITY? ? ?
'Keep your voice down.
I said IF we keep our beliefs...
Soon we will be near the Emerald City.'
But that's lieing.
'Details.
Details, details, details.
So what?
Something will show up...
And we will call it the Emerald City.
You know how it works.
You've been playing this game longer than I have.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Try To Remember Some Details
Try to remember some details. Remember the clothing
of the one you love
so that on the day of loss you'll be able to say: last seen
wearing such-and-such, brown jacket, white hat.
Try to remember some details. For they have no face
and their soul is hidden and their crying
is the same as their laughter,
and their silence and their shouting rise to one height
and their body temperature is between 98 and 104 degrees
and they have no life outside this narrow space
and they have no graven image, no likeness, no memory
and they have paper cups on the day of their rejoicing
and paper cups that are used once only.
Try to remember some details. For the world
is filled with people who were torn from their sleep
with no one to mend the tear,
and unlike wild beasts they live
each in his lonely hiding place and they die
together on battlefields
and in hospitals.
And the earth will swallow all of them,
good and evil together, like the followers of Korah,
all of them in thir rebellion against death,
their mouths open till the last moment,
praising and cursing in a single
howl. Try, try
to remember some details.
poem by Yehuda Amichai
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One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details. Details are always vulgar.
quote by Oscar Wilde
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One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details. Details are always vulgar.
Oscar Wilde in The Picture of Dorian Gray
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One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details. Details are always vulgar.
Oscar Wilde in The Picture of Dorian Gray
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The details are details. They make the product. The connections, the connections, the connections. It will in the end be these details that give the product its life.
quote by Charles Eames
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The details are not the details. They make the design.
quote by Charles Eames
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Details
Before the mind goes...
And any 'suspected' patience,
That is left I 'may' have had...
But did not take an opportunity to express.
I'd like to,
With current humility I recognize within me now,
Say this...
To anyone I might have unwittingly offended.
I'd like to say you can...
Can?
You...
Gee!
It was right on the tip of my tongue too!
How embarrassing?
You can...
'Sounds like...?
Comeon.
Out with it.
I aint got all day to listen to these mushy apologies.
Contrived or not!
Express it. Get it out! '
See?
You see?
That's exactly why folks like you,
Deserve to be told what to kiss!
But I aint feelin' it.
It's a good thing my mind has memory lapses.
Or I'd cuss you out with abundant love.
Which reminds me...
Didn't you promise to pay back my ten dollars?
About a month ago?
Were you hoping I'd forget that?
In fact...
Just last week,
Didn't you borrow fifty more dollars from me?
'Details!
Now you want to include 'details' in the mix! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When You're Making Up
When you're making up,
Make it good.
Make it to erase.
All things misunderstood.
When you're making up,
Let go and let be,
Don't redo those little details...
Of disharmony.
Dismiss and let it show,
That forgiveness is the key.
Dismiss and let it show,
To forget is to succeed.
When you're making up,
Dismiss to distance what has been.
When you're making up,
Recharge with a redoing to begin again.
When you're making up,
Promise and mean it to let the past end.
When you're making up...
Don't re-ignite details,
To hang on or bring up in argument to mention.
When you're making up,
Make it good.
Make it to erase.
All things misunderstood.
When you're making up,
Let go and let be,
Don't redo those little details...
To retrace with a ceasing of disharmony.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maureen
I pick her up outside the station
She's telling me about her spring vacation
She's not leaving much to the imagination
She's giving me way too much information
Maureen
You don't know what you do to me
I know you won't be true to me
The least that you can do for me
Is keep it to yourself
I'm so sorry I don't mean to shout
It's just that I can do without
The details of your days and nights and your thoughts and dreams
Maureen, Maureen, Maureen, Maureen, Maureen
Do you know what I mean
Do you know what I mean
Do you know what I mean
She calls me up at ten past midnight
'Cause she and some guy just had some big fight
And I say well maybe he's just not all that bright
She tells me it's not his brain that she likes
M-M-M-M-M-Maureen
You don't know what you do to me
I know you won't be true to me
The least that you can do for me
Is keep it to yourself
I'm so sorry I don't mean to shout
But really I can do without
The details of your days and nights and your thoughts and dreams
Maureen, Maureen, Maureen, Maureen
I know you think I'm just a friend
But can we please just put an end
To all the graphic imagery that you insist on feeding me
I can't accept I'm not the one
Who's getting to have all the fun
Maybe that's what friends are for
But I just can't take it any more
M-M-M-M-M-Maureen
You don't know what you do to me
I know you won't be true to me
The least that you can do for me
Is keep it to yourself
I'm so sorry I don't mean to shout
But really I can do without
The details of your days and nights and your thoughts and dreams
Can we keep it right
Can we keep it clean
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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The Great Brown Family Tree
Hey mum, where's all this info'
You said you'd send to me
About the dear departed
That comprise our family tree?
I need this information
To complete my little chart;
So here's a little poem
To help you make a start.
Please write out all the details
From certificates of birth,
Of you and dad, you never know
Just what they may be worth;
And gran's and grandad's too
I thought I'd ask: can you remember
If details of their birth are kept
By any family member?
Who knows what little secrets
My searching might lay bare,
The Browns may hail from Switzerland,
Or France, or anywhere;
We could have famous ancestors,
It's possible you know,
That's why I thought I'd give this
'Trace your family tree' a go.
Just think if I uncover
A link with Kings and Queens,
To prove it would be easy
'Cause the proof is in the genes;
Our friends would all be jealous,
But that's the way it goes,
And Charles the first, like all Brown men,
Was not without a nose.
So mum you'll have to help me,
Sit down with dad and think,
And give me all the details
While you're both still in the pink;
Please make investigations
Then send the facts to me,
And I'll record for ever
The great Brown family tree.
(Written 17th Aug 1996)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Changeable
he looks at the picture again
some details that used to attract him
he does not see anymore
the definition of love
even lust,
he looks at the sky again
thanking God
for this experience: nothing lasts forever
something frees us
after a time of blind love
you mourn only for a while
and then you find joy again in those other details
those that you have discarded
in fact
becomes more important
so you go over again
life and its basics
love and its reminisces
you move into another stage
of survival
now there is comfort in strangers.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Parasites On The Telephone
Everyday someone thinks of some new scam
to get money out of you.
How to fleece your bank account
with your consent.
Some tell you about a free holiday
to a fabulous destination
that you have been chosen for or won.
So listen to their speal.
Then they start asking about your bank details
and whether you have a credit card or not.
Once they start asking you that,
your best bet is to put the telephone down.
For once, you’ve given your details
over the telephone
you’ve given them permission
to fleece your account
for everything its worth and more.
20 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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One persistent strand in utopian thinking, as we have often mentioned, is the feeling that there is some set of principles obvious enough to be accepted by all men of good will, precise enough to give unambiguous guidance in particular situations, clear enough so that all will realize its dictates, and complete enough to cover all problems which actually arise. Since I do not assume that there are such principles, I do not presume that the political realm will whither away. The messiness of the details of a political apparatus and the details of how it is to be controlled and limited do not fit easily into one's hopes for a sleek, simple utopian scheme.
quote by Robert Nozick
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I Rather Have My Heart Break
When we were attracted,
We sought to seek deep details.
After discovering the capture,
Lost the need to continue the hunt.
The details began to repeat themselves.
And the wish to be freed...
Became excuses we used,
To escape and breakaway...
From an attention no longer paid,
That once kept us enthusiastic.
Now we both feel entrapped!
Caged like blood thirsty opponents.
I rather have my heart break...
Than my blood to gush!
Or have you rushing away,
From a knock out punch attempted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Insignificant
they let you in and you feel a little bit elated
it is their party
and they offer you a drink and you like it
they tell you stories and you
like them
and then they ask about you
all about you not just your name not just the place of your birth
not just the name of your parents
what you do and how much do you earn
right there
they will ask about the details
every necessary detail
and then after you tell them your story
take care of yourself
you are now alone
they just kick you out
you should have known too well
it is their party and they make the rules
you bet
you have become the 'it'
the one that bites the dust
another one that has become
insignificant
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Falling Short Of Words
from this window
glass i see narra trees
the leaves had fallen
it is cold
i am alone looking carefully at the details
of leafless twigs
branches are dry
barks are cracked
the grasses below are brown
beside the fence two boys are playing hide and seek
cars blue and white and black are parked
in one area like gossiping women
i am alone thinking about some details
falling short of words.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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