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A Meditation In Time Of War

FOR one throb of the artery,
While on that old grey stone I Sat
Under the old wind-broken tree,
I knew that One is animate,
Mankind inanimate fantasy'.

poem by William Butler Yeats
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Curative Properties

Neem tree has got curative properties
Of all diseases
Neem tree hold clues for all treatment.

Jagannath the Lord of the Jagat
Made of neem tree
God Jagannath has all the power of
Rescue all animate inanimate
And give salvation.

Lord Jagannath is at Puri
Near Mahodadhi Odisha Bharat
East coast of India.

Lord Jagannath Black in colour
With round eyes and always open
For the Bhaktas.

You are welcome to visit
The Lord of the Cosmos.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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When sperm and egg unite, something goes from inanimate to animate. It is life.

quote by Mitt Romney
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Inanimate questions, if you only knew

1. the law professor had a stroke
2. and he is hospitalized for weeks
3. you are the dean
4. and you tell me
5. he is sick
6. and you ask

When can he submit his grades?

1. you bought a new motorcycle
2. and your son used it
3. for a ride
4. and he met an accident
5. and you phoned
6. from your office
7. and you ask

How is the motorcycle?

Inanimate questions are those directed to solicit
Answers concerning inanimate things

They focus on things
Forgetting about life

You should have asked: how is he? Is he well? Did he recover?
You should have asked: how is my son? Did he suffer any injury?

We humans sometimes do not know how to ask the animate questions,
And this lapse must be immediately corrected and repaired like lesions

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The change is not changing

Earth moves; moon revolves; sun burns.
Season changes; animate
and inanimate all change.
You are not what you had been
28.08.2000, Palasa

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Grey Blue Eyes

I feel for the light
Your glory was lost that night
And no mind can't get me right
And now I'm praying that you'll find me out
Stone, stone has pulled me down
But my faith has got me bound to your grey blue eyes
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Don't forget my broken heart
You remember it from the start
You made it and it's all a part
Of your grey blue eyes
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
You're gone and I know I'm dead
I've lost my way
Can't find me in your grey blue eyes
Grey blue eyes
Grey blue eyes
Grey blue eyes

song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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The aim of sadism is to transform a man into a thng, something animate into something inanimate, since by complete and absolute control the living loses one essential quality of life-freedom.

quote by Erich Fromm
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Leaves Turning Grey

Like a carcass lays, an ancient tree,
he tried to pray, through celestial seas,
but his spirit flew just like a bee.
Everyday he gazed at crying clouds,
the wind through his branches was so loud.
He looked for listening ears
as he stood in a sea of tears.

O tree, do you still wade?
Why have you lost your will to change?
O tree, leaves turning grey,
your roots have lost their range.

But how can one ask for help,
when you're not helping yourself?
And so this tree founded on sand,
with the wind tumbled to land.
He's an arboreal fool,
in a world that pulls
his heart and blood apart.

O tree, you've lost your blood,
your dead branches lay in the mud.
O tree, leaves turning grey,
your roots in such ground won't stay.

poem by Soren Valentine
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Paint Life’s Book

Play through infra violent ultra read
As animate, inanimate induce
Inner vibrations spelling soul_in_head,
New stimulations which in turn produce
The colours of the mind behind diffuse
Tone temptations senses may seduce.
Heed each heartbeat pulse - though seem abstruse
Echoes of stone to stone, star, star, - what loose
Before appeared, neared, no words need be said.
One second blind, mind focus finds, to spread,
Over dimensions few tune into, fed
Kabbalah key all questions will reduce,
OFfer solutions to the here and now -
LIFE is an open book, - touch, know no fear!

poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Grey World

Grey nights in the wind,
And the grey-faced dead.
Grey hairs in my head,
And grey eyes in my mind.

Grey mists in the morn,
And grey waves that rave,
Grey mould on my grave,
And grey eyes forlorn.

Grey clouds in the sky,
And the grey world asleep,
Grey ghosts that sigh,
And grey eyes that weep.

poem by Leon Gellert
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Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds, stars and flowers, stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes - every form of animate or inanimate existence, leaves its impress upon the soul of man.

quote by Orison Swett Marden
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The Point That You Are Driving At

of all inanimate
you say you want to be a fruit
a mango
luscious, sweet, and
ripe

i know, your point is that
you are ready,
ripe for everything, an end
for itself,

and of all animate,
you say you simply want to be this
mosquito
of the female variety, one that sings
one that tells you

that life sucks

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dispossessed

Tender and tremulous green of leaves
Turned up by the wind,
Twanging among the vines -
Wind in the grass
Blowing a clear path
For the new-stripped soul to pass…

The naked soul in the sunlight…
Like a wisp of smoke in the sunlight
On the hill-side shimmering.

Dance light on the wind, little soul,
Like a thistle-down floating
Over the butterflies
And the lumbering bees…

Come away from that tree
And its shadow grey as a stone…

Bathe in the pools of light
On the hillside shimmering -
Shining and wetted and warm in the sun-spray falling like golden rain -

But do not linger and look
At that bleak thing under the tree.

poem by Lola Ridge
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You Are The Tree, I Am The Wind

You are the tree, I am the wind,
You alter my course, yet you also bend;
No longer is either the same after each-
I am the wind, be my tree, I do beseech!
Ethereal, unseen-yet alterations I may make!
Magnificent, beautiful-away, my gust, you take!

Together, we are an ever-changing landscape,
Making wondrous reality out of our dreasmscape!
A tree, without its wind-breathless, becalmed:
A wind, without its tree-purposeless, withdrawn!

The wind sweeps around the tree, the tree dances
More inspiring is this than all other romances!
I, the most powerful wind, you, the most beautificent tree;
Wonder do I what, as one, together, we may be!

Maurice Harris,30 August 2009

poem by Maurice Harris
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Broadway is a main artery of New York life - the hardened artery.

quote by Walter Winchell
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He is beyond prayers

Growth, equilibrium, decline
And dissolution are a cycle
That neither stops nor starts
But runs from multi facetted force,
A force that manifests in the animate
As well as the inanimate,
Contemplating no returns,
Granting no boons, nor burns.
If it be God, can He be pleased?
21.07.2003

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Loneliness 1

Nobody listens to a lonely
standing tree on a grey land
except blank sky inside.
May be that lonely bird
hear the voice
of the tree.
May be the tree is meditating
with wind
infront of the sky.
May be the tree is saving time
and loneliness
to save its existence.

poem by Devil Poet
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The balloon in the tree

There high up in the tree
was a bright Red balloon
how did it get there I mused?
Was it put there by a little boy
or did the wind pluck it from his hand?
it was stuck firm on a branch now.
When I came by the tree the next day
I looked up and it was still there
and it wasn't the only balloon
there was a blue one and a yellow one?
The following day the tree was covered in them
all different colours and sizes and shapes
the wind and rain couldn't pop them dead.
Every day more balloons were there in the tree
all different colours, shapes, and sizes,
the wind and rain wouldn't hit them at all.
I was the only person who knew of the tree
it became invisible to anybody else
the balloon tree was there just for me.
When a balloon died another took it's place
so the tree was always covered in balloons
throughout the years it stood proud and strong.
You may say I'm making this up or I'm mad
and there's no such thing as a balloon tree
but I know it's true so that's all that matters.

This is for Chloe, Holly, Katie, and Oliver.

poem by Kevin Halls
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Entire creation

The entire creation
Is within us.
The animate the inanimate
The sky the directions
The mountains the islands oceans
The earth the air the fire
The moon the star the scenes the sounds
And everything everythings.
We have unlimited powers
And we can do whatever we like.
The entire creation
Is with us and we are human beings
The son of the nectar
And we are our creator
And we are out destroyer.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Between My Horse's Wings (Expanded)

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
The wind rushing forcefully
Through my long dark hair
The feel of the cool air
Beneath the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy
The muscles work powerfully
To drive us into the night
The stars wink like little lights
Above the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
As I ride over the ocean and sea
My muscles tense as I hold
My skin red from the windy cold
Flowing past the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
I revel in this dangerous ecstasy
A silvery mane blows in my face
Blown back, by the wind we race
Born on by the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
As we fly through the air swiftly
My face is lifted toward the sky
Arms outstretched, wind rushing by
The beating of the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
Faster and faster, we seem to fly
The wind tugging at my body
As I look to the heavenly bodies
Shining on the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
My horse flies gracefully
Over the fields and streams
Are these things only my dreams?
Sitting between the horse’s wings

poem by Ivy Schex
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Between My Horse's Wings