Concept Incorrect
concept
incorrect
universally
as it stands
on almost
every point
this is
stasis
at present
needed
is more
focus
as such
death is part
of the circle
of organic life
why is that
bitter
especially
if is
believed
the good
pass on
to a better
world?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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We All Could Use A Big Pinch
We all,
Have been accusative...
About 'something' perceive.
And...
We all,
Have been upset...
Over 'something' incorrect said,
But to others believed.
We all,
Have been 'there' in emotional need.
But choosing to be alone...
With those needs going unknown.
We all wish to be fed,
That which is in our hearts.
But expressed with hot heads.
We all want sometimes,
To be on someone else's mind.
Caring less...
They have their own desires to address.
And when that from them is confessed...
We then expose our centered selfishness.
Oh yes!
We all,
Have been accusative...
About 'something' perceive.
And...
We all,
Have been upset...
Over 'something' incorrect said,
But to others believed.
To leave...
Some with no choice but to voice,
Obscenities heard screaming...
To get that attention publicly!
We all could use a big pinch,
Of more common sense.
We all could use a big pinch,
Of more common sense.
We all could use a...
OUCH!
Why did you do that?
~I thought that was a request.
For a message you needed help to get!
We 'all' could use a big pinch,
Of more commone sense.
With a feeling that is believed...
To leave no one unconvinced! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Focus
focus
focus on god
focus on freedom
focus on forgiveness
focus on sweet speech
focus on treasures
focus on humility
focus on commitment
focus on mind
focus on success
focus on health
focus on healthy transformation
focus on goodness
focus on laughter
focus on fun
focus on angel
focus on sweetness
focus on wealth
focus
poem by Johnny Walks
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Wonder
U Stands! U stands!
And I
And I
I wing
Spaceless timeless lost my way
U stands! U stands!
And
Raging bearishly shrieks myself
I
Bears my very self!
U!
U!
U binds time
U bends the circle
U souls the spirit
U gazes the look
U
Circles the whirled
The whorled
The world!
I
Circle the all
and u
and u
U
Stand
The
Wondrous
poem by August Stramm
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Nakama 仲 間
Nakama, what a word!
So many meanings
big difference it makes
of good and bad
it's all that it takes
to feel acceptance.
The unconditionally
friendly feel of peace
when enter into:
own circle
family circle
neighbours circle
work circle
nature circle
earth circle
universe circle
am I a part of them?
If yes, then
there's the biggest
source
of happiness:
a bow: -Arigatou,
nakama desu.
poem by Elena Sandu
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To me, living in the present means being aware of your conscious choice to focus on the past, present or future - it is not necessarily having to focus on the present.
quote by Bo Bennett
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A wrecked ship waiting a life...
People says, am drowsy
A stasis, Future gloomy
World's given a Fire
When I Needed an Ice
Just asked for love
You thought thrice
Soft-Serene heart in Agony's, totally shocked
World's Extreme envies, heart forever rocked
Straned Aloof, alike orphan
Loneliness proofs, loves is not just fun
Yes am drowsy, a stasis, a retarded ship
A lull, before storm
dead serene
Before a thunderstorm
Years am bearing your tides
A lull swearing, a transformation belies
Fearing away my fears
Life's a great mentor be no tears
Yes am drowsy, a lull a stasis
Remember longer a wine ferments
Turns aromatic, tasteful, more redolents
Envy, hatred flooded a life
A ray of optimism, still a rife
Destiny sets me extirpated
Determined am
palm routes renacted
Your speculations, edgy comments
Puns meant, doesn't torments
Fire, fire in the heart's crust
Lava's burning, set the valcano burst
Tremor's set the world's apart
Will rock and quash the envies depart
poem by Naveen Choudary
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A wrecked ship waiting a life...
People says, am drowsy
A stasis, Future gloomy
World's given a Fire
When I Needed an Ice
Just asked for love
You thought thrice
Soft-Serene heart in Agony's, totally shocked
World's Extreme envies, heart forever rocked
Straned Aloof, alike orphan
Loneliness proofs, loves is not just fun
Yes am drowsy, a stasis, a retarded ship
A lull, before storm
dead serene
Before a thunderstorm
Years am bearing your tides
A lull swearing, a transformation belies
Fearing away my fears
Life's a great mentor be no tears
Yes am drowsy, a lull a stasis
Remember longer a wine ferments
Turns aromatic, tasteful, more redolents
Envy, hatred flooded a life
A ray of optimism, still a rife
Destiny sets me extirpated
Determined am
palm routes renacted
Your speculations, edgy comments
Puns meant, doesn't torments
Fire, fire in the heart's crust
Lava's burning, set the valcano burst
Tremor's set the world's apart
Will rock and quash the envies depart
poem by Naveen Kumar
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Every theory presented as a scientific concept is just that; it's a theory that tries to explain more about the world than previous theories have done. It is open to being challenged and to being proven incorrect.
quote by Marvin Harris
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Don't Only Focus On The Money
When you go for the money,
You'll be selling your soul.
And when one goes for just the money,
The heart turns cold.
So don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Bling is nice but there's more to life.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Open your mind with bright wide eyes,
To take a ride that will excite you.
With a view to greater heights.
So...
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
When you go for the money,
You'll be selling your soul.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't let your heart grow old and cold.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
So...
Don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
So...
Don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
So you just don't focus on the money,
Don't.
So you just don't focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
'I feel funny when I don't have any money.'
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't you only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't keep your focus on the fact that you always stay broke.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't stay focused on the money,
Don't!
Don't keep your focus on the fact that you always stay broke.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Winters Over
I made it through.
Another winters over.
She was bitter.
At one point I didn't know if I could make it.
Yet I did.
I made it through.
Another winters over.
She was bitter.
At one point I didn't know if I could make it.
Yet I did.
Time for some repairs.
Make it even better for the next year.
I must be prepared.
For the harsh realities that bring so much despair.
I made it through.
Another winters over.
She was bitter.
At one point I didn't know if I could make it.
Yet I did.
I made it through.
Another winters over.
She was bitter.
At one point I didn't know if I could make it.
Yet I did.
Stipping off all these cloths.
I was so overloaded.
Like a snake I'm shedding my skin.
Replacing it with something better then.
Putting out my sign soon.
Home made and hand crafted.
So green all I used was my surroundings.
I made it through.
Another winters over.
She was bitter.
At one point I didn't know if I could make it.
Yet I did.
I made it through.
Another winters over.
She was bitter.
At one point I didn't know if I could make it.
Yet I did.
Still their is no single silver bullet when it comes to life.
No antidote to some difficulties.
Sometimes you must face things headon with a little sweat and hardwork maybe you'll come out on top.
Provide a helping hand to those who still have not.
Just because your better off doesn't mean so is everyone else.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Till Death Do Us Part
What can I do?
How can I show you,
And let you see,
That I am someone,
That you want me to be.
Im only me,
Not someone better,
Not someone good.
Id be a soldier,
Thats if I only could.
If I were king,
Id tell my army,
To change the world.
Then Id be someone,
Like you want me to be.
In my little life,
I know that the world must keep on turning,
Even though it leaves me far behind.
Life is like a school,
But Im not prepared to keep on learning,
Even though it treats me like a fool.
This is our lot,
To live together,
Not live apart.
Lets stay together,
Until death us do part.
Not just a day,
But till forever,
Just as the stars,
Just as the ending,
Until death us do part.
song performed by by Kinks
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To They Who Are Hauted By The Spectre Of Death
Do not fear death because death is not to be feared.Death is the bride of every household therefore welcome her with open arms.Death is inevitable therefore do not deny yourself the pleasure of having a nice time while you're still alive.Death is a stage through which all of us must pass.Death is necessary and this old life would be very boring if we would all live forever.Accept the inevitability of death and die gratefully with less worry lines on your death mask, There are no worries in the other world and over there they offer you virgins to pamper you to compensate for your undeserved suffering in this world.Therefore be willing to die young and have a good looking corpse
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Im Living My Life
Part of my life is tatoo's, penetentry rules
When running yo mouth only seperates the men from the fools
Part of my life is bullets, guns, blood, sweat and tears
This is the part of my life that I've lived for years
Part of my life is dreams, wishes, hopes, happyness
Where I could care less about the world and its current happenings
Part of my life is lies, deciet, greed, envy, and hate
Which so many leaders of our world think is great
Part of my life is all the above
Cause everyday I see sadness and very little love
Part of my life has so much love to give
But I'm catching up with death fast, from the life that I live
Part of my life is wrong nor right
But I need no sympathy, cause I'm living my life.
poem by Daniel Chapman
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Without An Arrow
How can life be free and fair at a boiling point?
For is statistically incorrect to have a bloated register;
But my own people are part of the problem.
We know ourselves andwe know what we are made of,
But to take their tortuous paths is what they want!
And the mayhem do loom on us without hope like,
Life in the traffic and under the footbridges.
For my sorrow i will borrow for the morrow,
And without an arrow i will be at peace with my mind;
But this acts of my people is all about the Elections.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Felo de Se
With Apologies to Mr. Swinburne.
For repose I have sighed and have struggled ; have sigh'd and have struggled in vain;
I am held in the Circle of Being and caught in the Circle of Pain.
I was wan and weary with life ; my sick soul yearned for death;
I was weary of women and war and the sea and the wind's wild breath;
I cull'd sweet poppies and crush'd them, the blood ran rich and red:--
And I cast it in crystal chalice and drank of it till I was dead.
And the mould of the man was mute, pulseless in ev'ry part,
The long limbs lay on the sand with an eagle eating the heart.
Repose for the rotting head and peace for the putrid breast,
But for that which is 'I' indeed the gods have decreed no rest;
No rest but an endless aching, a sorrow which grows amain:--
I am caught in the Circle of Being and held in the Circle of Pain.
Bitter indeed is Life, and bitter of Life the breath,
But give me Life and its ways and its men, if this be Death.
Wearied I once of the Sun and the voices which clamour'd around:
Give them me back--in the sightless depths there is neither light nor sound.
Sick is my soul, and sad and feeble and faint as it felt
When (far, dim day) in the fair flesh-fane of the body it dwelt.
But then I could run to the shore, weeping and weary and weak;
See the waves' blue sheen and feel the breath of the breeze on my cheek:
Could wail with the wailing wind; strike sharply the hands in despair;
Could shriek with the shrieking blast, grow frenzied and tear the hair;
Could fight fierce fights with the foe or clutch at a human hand;
And weary could lie at length on the soft, sweet, saffron sand. . .
I have neither a voice nor hands, nor any friend nor a foe;
I am I--just a Pulse of Pain--I am I, that is all I know.
For Life, and the sickness of Life, and Death and desire to die;--
They have passed away like the smoke, here is nothing but Pain and I.
The Bitter End
there's no doubt in my mind when it's over
what is done will be
you will find when life gets colder there's no sympathy
there's no point trying you can't escape the bitter end
well who will greet you when you're at the bitter end
all your choices chosen you've got no say
your decisions made
face your consequences as your life begins to fade
as time keeps spinning closer to the bitter end
well who will greet you when you're at the bitter end
take a look at yourself as time keeps racing
is all you've come to be
what you expected or are you still chasing possibilities
cause all your prayers won't save you from the bitter end
well who will greet you when you're at the bitter end
song performed by by Sum 41
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But I think the credit has to go to Geddy... he spent a lot of time in the studio with Paul, I think he needed that kind of focus to be in there to be a part of the whole thing, and for the most part he made all the major decisions.
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Natural Selection never made it come to pass, as a habit of nature, that an unsupported stone should move downwards rather than upwards. It applies to no part of inorganic nature, and is very limited even in the phenomena of organic life.
quote by Chauncey Wright
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Heart May Bleed
What greatness on his part!
Graceful act and blissful art
In abundance for life to eat
Rain, cold, spring and heat
Why to bother about life to end
When we have made enough of friends
Their love and affection may stop us from thinking
Joy and happiness amidst sadness when ship is sinking
Any one on this planet may speak of love
Nice company and finally drove
Let life and death be a crucial part
It is universal truth that we have to depart
Why we need to quarrel over piece of bread?
When there is love neatly tied with thread
We have compassion, love and peace to trade
No violence, no snatching and everything to forbid
Love is such kind we may never forget
Strive very hard to spread and let
Others get test of it and comply
Wait not for its nod or reply
We need to search no other alternative
Love can’t be seen only in relatives
Its application is universally accepted
It must be beautifully executed and incepted
There may remain still the differences
There may be exchange of bitter sentences
Yet that doesn’t mean an end of the relation
The heart may still have ripples for revelation
We are fine blend of human existence
Any good thing must for part of insistence
Why not we make it as parameter and profess
You will find shine or glitter always on face
This is not philosophy or fine words jugglery
This can be lived with and made life exemplary
Who says there will not be end of hostility and misery?
Even heart may bleed in one corner of the adversary
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Introduction To Post-conceptual Poetics(2)
conceptual poetry is not like poetry but post-conceptual poetry is more like a poem of immortal death-death reflecting the happening of death.At the same time death or concept or conceptual metaphor becomes a butterfly flying into the textual eyes of the reader, reflecting and analysing the post -death death, poetics of life which can only be grasped by changing levels of realizing energy of focus on the combination of truth-condition and satisfaction-condition.This is the ghosted identity of post-conceptual poetics in the 21st century digital-culture raising hunanity in a surversive way.