Expressing Emotions
Purity and simplicity
of colloquial language
used to express
paradoxical interaction.
A slice of life
insight segment
investigating
human sentiment.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Apflux
You sit here
An axe in your hand
With blood in your mind
You won't waste your time
A phase in your life
Can't quiet ignite
The flame in your heart
You're dead from the start
Black art infused
Confused, you'll lose
Black art confused
Infused, you'll lose
Black mind sees lies
Can't find a reason why
Black mind sees lies
Can't find the reason why
Pervert the truth
To kill and abuse
Pervert the truth
To kill and abuse
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Insight, insight, insight
Ignite, insight, insight
Insight, the fight
A knife will slice and dice
You'll die
a knife will slice and dice
Your mind
A knife will slice and dice
Your life
A knife will slice and dice
You'll cry
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Die, die, die, die
Life, die, die, die
Slice and dice and dice
And lie, you'll die
Your mind, you're a lie
A lie, you'll die
A knife, you'll die
A rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside, ignite, insight
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Future Imperative
Essential to efficiency.
When writing prose or poetry.
Elegant simplicity,
will enhance the clarity.
Of what you’re trying to convey
in the most artistic way
Although it makes me sad to say
Standards are slipping day by day.
Communicating at high speed.
Young people do not see the need.
For rules they think needs must impede.
The messages they want to read..
The youngsters use technology
to sweep away the pedantry.
By far the vast majority
adapted to it readily.
A small vocal minority
Bemoaned the loss of purity
And stubbornly refused to see.
That language changes constantly.
That in the future there would be
a greater need potentially.
A switch towards simplicity
and even less formality.
The flowery language of the past
was very slowly overcast.
It was too cumbersome to last.
When change is due it happens fast.
The need for speed bound to increase.
That does not mean that we should cease.
To write in ways that please
and make each work a masterpiece.
Communicating speedily
a modern day necessity
But we don’t need to let it be
Destroyer of our literacy
We have free will so we can choose
What form of language we should use
What to accept or to refuse
We stand to gain more than we lose.
We can store electronically
more books than any library
of any merit literally
on one small chip quite easily
The nerds can txt phonetically
Where speed is a priority.
While scholars maintain purity
Of classic prose and poetry.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Colloquial Is Your Rude Character
Colloquial Is Your Rude Character
I am the girl whom you call "hey"
As you continuously greet me with "hey" in my voice mail
Your rude colloquial messages and tone represent your vile character
For you are truly a vile POS
As Mandarin is like Greek to me
For the concept has no logic to speak in a language where one does not understand
For it bears no meaning to me
Futile
Fills the void for the dead spots
For I am not the standard Mandarin girl willing to tolerate your nonsense
Of whom you surround with
Think before you act
Point blank: I am a Cantonese girl
Eloquent properly to me in Cantonese or Tosian
For we can then converse in Chinese
Colloquial Is Your Rude Character
Reflection of your uncivilized lifestyle
Am I a friend or foe to you?
As you don't treat a friend so poorly like vermin
By articulating lies and name calling
For you are one ghastly imagine to a lady
Barbaric as a cave man
Implies ghetto background
Lacking class
Unpolished
As a lady needs to be treated with respect
Surely, you can handle respect in your demeanor
Colloquial Is Your Rude Character
To succeed in this world
Ineloquent does not bring the bread home
Disrespect will haunt you
As respect commands a gregarious worldwide presence
Disappointedly the English language does not cooperate with respect anymore
You can run, but cannot hide
From the cold hard truth of yourself
A Fine Culture
They were indeed simple people
the people of the east
A FINE CULTURE they did have
the people of the east
A FINE CULTURE
the east should have given the rest
when the west brought out the 'machine'
the east brought out the 'human'
Today's world is not lacking in machine
Today's world is lacking in human
Today's east is sending 'productive men' all over
the east should have sent 'human men' all over
How did the east stray?
when did it loose it's way?
The east then found everything in simplicity
simplicity was it's strength and beauty
simplicity gave the east it's integrity
simplicity never ever gave the east an inferiority
Today the east mocks the west
the 'material' wealth of the west..has
put to rest...the
true spirit of the east
We blame it on simplicity
we say we were plundered due to our simplicity
a handed down book on simplicity
only became a liability..we say
What the west had gained
everybody did gain...the 'machine'
what the east had lost
everbody did loose...the 'human'
Today what are we in
an 'un human' man is managing a dangerous dumb 'machine'...and
THAT'S THE DANGER WE ARE IN...without
a fine culture
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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A Moment Of Clarity
Will Gift you
an insight into the world
Will Gift you
a reasoned reflective reality
Will give you a meditative poem
an insight into the meaning of shadows
the perception is always
a kaleidoscopic view
object and interaction
the beholder and the beheld
a moment of clarity
between hastily filled spaces
poem by Terence George Craddock
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An Unknown Flows From Poets
An unknown flows from poets.
Stirring to bestow,
An insight from within them that grows.
Imaginations connecting thoughts.
Bringing to behold fresh concepts.
And interpretating simplicity...
With such a wit and depth one sees.
Respecting language and its use.
Seductively introducing minds,
To explore other avenues produced...
A poet finds to induce in time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our life is frittered away by detail. An honest man has hardly need to count more than his ten fingers, or in extreme cases he may add his ten toes, and lump the rest. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity!
Henry David Thoreau in Walden, or Life in the woods
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She's Gone With The Wind
Will you kill me because I love you to much to ever let go.
A fatal attraction
It's just human interaction
Crushed till complete compaction
A whole heart with subtractions
You define the happiness of my life
A love you till it became an obsession
A life long lesson
Back off I just can't take it any more
I'm completely destroyed
And I control these feelings
Theirs no need to keep score
It's not like I haven't lost before
Will you kill me because I love you to much to ever let go.
A fatal attraction
It's just human interaction
Crushed till complete compaction
A whole heart with subtractions
You define the sadness of my life
A love you with all my passion
A life long lesson
Still I will not give you the satisfaction
Just get away
Let all the memories sail
Let it be a long lost tale
So far nobody I've ever met has even compared to you
Gone with the wind
The person you use to know
He was shot dead
Angry soldier
Raising his flag
Thinking he'd be better off dead
Will you kill me because I love you to much to ever let go
A fatal attraction
It's just human interaction
Crushed till complete compaction
A whole heart with subtractions
You define the happiness of my life
A love you till it became an obsession
A life long lesson
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Old Ones
The old ones knew that black was hate,
White garment purity and red one sin;
They spoke the language of the trees
And opened veins to let love in.
These old ones, feeling life was brief
And brittle as the fire-baked shard,
Could find no seat for sentiment,
So mended weakness with a sword.
In them the heart was made of gold,
But mind was forged of steel so sharp
That hand which plucked the harp could shape
From father's skull a drinking cup.
The old ones' fashion we have lost,
Whose red is passion, white deceit;
In casting devil from the flesh,
Who perish with the bread we eat.
poem by Henry Treece
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Language can only deal meaningfully with a special, restricted segment of reality. The rest, and it is presumably the much larger part, is silence.
quote by George Steiner
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Just A Taste Of Life
what i have in my hand
is a slice of pineapple
it is sweet
its sweetness lingers
in my tongue
and sticks to my brain
it is simply a slice
just a taste of this bigger life
ahead of us
i have another slice
to hand to you
take it
why waste some time
on bitter herbs
and sour grapes?
what i have is just a slice
of sweet pineapple
take it now
it is sweet
what do we have next?
we shall wait and see
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Words are our life. We are human because we use language. So I think we are less human when we use less language.
quote by Carol Shields
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Mathematicians may flatter themselves that they possess new ideas which mere human language is as yet unable to express.
quote by James C. Maxwell
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When Communicating My Needs
There are times I feel 'lofty'
And have a need to express my intelligence.
That combination of experience, insight and observation...
Is seeking a way to express itself.
And when in the mood...
I can soar to heights and care less I am understood.
Some who assume others are intelligent,
Do their best to try to impress with their own...
Mental abilities.
As if the basicness of communication,
Is only used to grunt sexual expectations.
And it seems the most unattractive people...
Grunt words I can not pronounce.
There are times I feel 'lofty'
And have a need to express my intelligence.
That combination of experience, insight and observation...
Is seeking a way to express itself.
And when in the mood...
I can soar to heights and care less I am understood.
However...
It is very important to me to be absolutely clear,
In exchanging dialogue with anyone.
With the understanding,
When communicating my needs...
I prefer to keep that as basic as possible!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am a guest of the French language. My poems in French are born of my interaction with the French language, which is not the same as that of a French poet.
quote by Tahar Ben Jelloun
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Language commonly stresses only one side of any interaction.
quote by Gregory Bateson
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Affection is the greatest of human feelings because it is made of respect, of lucidity, and light. To understand the truth and make one's self equal to it is everything; and to love is the same thing as to know and to understand. Affection, which I call also compassion, because I see no difference between them, dominates everything by reason of its clear sight. It is a sentiment as immense as if it were mad, and yet it is wise, and of human things it is the only perfect one. There is no great sentiment which is not completely held on the arms of compassion.
quote by Henri Barbusse
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Simplicity Is An Art Itself
They blame me for being so simple,
But I know that simplicity is an art itself,
It's to hard to be simple,
And it needs great skill to express yourself,
I ask them if they are skilled enough to express themselves in simple terms,
If they can't, they are not fit to be called real poets.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Simplicity
There's beauty to simplicity
Like the purity of a red rose
You see
A strand of elegant pearls
Which came, from the sea
A woman's silouette
In a dress,
With a hem line
Just below the knee
Nothing complicated
Or, too stuffy
Just simple ease
The way life
Could really be
Haute coutre
For all to see
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Purity and simplicity are the two wings with which man soars above the earth and all temporary nature.
quote by Thomas Kempis
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