Critique and Prejudice
Critique and Prejudice*
Similarities
Vulgarities, language irregularities
and censoring moralities
All become literary
targets for the evolving
of human – expression
Whereby, an infantile flora, from seed to bud
naturally matures with inherent birth rights
Critiquing of its beauty or poor appearance
while still at “Bud, ” desecrates
all that it self embraces
Unforgiving, stifling creativity and that
which all are hopeful of, herewith
promises to self-flower to dignified maturity
louie levy
8/9/2005
*Best we proudly self appraise then to
be invalidated by poor esteem
This was written to all negative critics whom discourage
and offend ones personal expression. Likened
the unatractive seed that 'Buds' to Magnificense
poem by Louie Levy
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Love, Be a Spiritual, Living Revelation
Earth hath no remorse for its own terror,
likened upon for the human drilling of its
death laden black sap, making fools of their
feeble science, having done no more than
the atom denting of its crust...
Be they must, war, likened the lunacy of
moon to play with ocean tide, lands belching
of indigestion, puked upon all existing,
showing no bias or prejudice from within its
unpredictable wake...
When will we not see so blindly that all
terror be myopically ill, contaminating
without self immunity, less we deal
empathetically with our ignorance and
hypocritical solutions for peace...
With Love immortal, help enlighten a
darkened awakening, invalidating prophesying
fools, and predictions of Armageddon....
05.13.2005
*Dedicated to;
Dr Santosh Kumar, Editor
Cyberwit.net India
for his wise, literary teachings
of Love, and Peace on Earth
poem by Louie Levy
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The Race Colored Race
2: 30 AM
9/7/2005
The Race Colored Race
White is said to be the absence of Black
And; black the presence of none to lack
Where Red may be that of Native skinned
Colored all be, blood crimsoned b'neath
Matters all seen, by reflections to light
Preferably, that of fickle mind sight
No decent reason to define the human line
when words appear, chosen fine as
Birthrights format, will nature dictate
Life evolves for their survival
Earths colored hues, are often altered
Best we be blind of color preference,
gifting be shades of parental palette
offspring families with human frailty
Sense the magnificence of
Loves Omnipresence, where
there be life who starve
'Without that needed Within'
Need we realize
all life be willed to
have its own due repose
Inevitably without prejudice
'So are we all, Composed'
Louie Levy
4: 19 AM
9/7/2005
poem by Louie Levy
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Imagine if you can
my discovering to be an expendable particle of Quantum dust sacrificed by a political decision to be cast, drafted and led to combat the viral contaminants of a hypocritical society of their non electoral voting, doubtfully UN-concluded by the master-bated majority of chosen, loyal and qualified to be, not one of revolutionary mind and explosive intent, being free of the behavioral curses inherent to the disposition of a non, conscious, mental aberration that randomly chooses to be lost in the moral dysfunction of some lame, moral and barbaric unleashed alien residing in the DNA miracle of the hexagonal program of tangled string along with the evolutionary theory that has unproven to be seen with that 'eye' that has neither the human iris nor the distinguishing prejudice of selected, visual bigoted focus herein renders its mechanical worthlessness to be victim of human, evolved winnings of Nobel slur-prizes, on the path to hellish interprets, decidedly by some appointed critics of the literary world of self extinguished wing and surviving fittest genius' that have reached egocentric goals brought upon by triggering neurons and brainless synapses who intercourse with mating transmitters of whatever biological demons or angels of their mercy are forthcoming to save from all racial extinction of their inevitable destiny of self distrusted and instructed to achieving...
Predictably, unpredictable
'Goals of Armageddon'
So be it -
El fin?
© 2004...Louie Levy
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Blooming Pleasures
Blooming Pleasures
By Lori Triggs
Copyrighted 2006
My flower was grown with buds
Waiting to bloom by a man.
My flower was deflowered with
Blooms opened fertilized its seed.
My flower was defiled by
My ex love for he forgot to
Love, compassion with attention.
My flower was debloomed and
Felt wilted with no buds.
My flower was grown with
New buds by a new man, who cares,
Gives love, compassion with attention.
My flower was deflowered again
By the new man the first day we met.
My flower sowed its seed
3 times at the Hyatt March 10th,
After being out of the Robert Wood Johnson
Hospital emergency room for Cardiology.
I say my heart works fine,
But I might need a hip or joint replacement.
poem by Lori Triggs
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Automation
a seed that falls to the ground
from a dead, rotten fruit
cracks its covering and
sprouts
a tight bud soon
from a stalk opens up to become
a full blooming flower
with petals proud and
dignified
and so must you girl
be the seed and the bud
and be the full flower that you can be
in full automation
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Flower
Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.
To and fro they went
Thro' my garden bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.
Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
Stole the seed by night.
Sow'd it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
"Splendid is the flower!"
Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.
And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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We, Whom Among Earth's Population
- live and reside, inherently within are
feelings of the human condition
Evil breeds, its rape upon youth with
planet plagued terror, Corpses,
exhumed for exhibition, Imploded
within Earths eroded coffin
Lost hopes for Peace, faith and
fallible religious doctrine
Dismembered hope floats upon
blood red seas of hate and despair
Heaven from within, spiritually
matures from infant seed to that of
'Life's Procreated Tree'
Earth's forest pleads for all brethren
to sharing embark, Self immune of
toxic behavioral ills and -
all bear both its Ardent Fruit
Breath of Love and future visions
of Peaceful Horizons, and
A World Rediscovered
poem by Louie Levy
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among Earth's population
We, whom among Earth's population
Live and reside, inherently within are
feelings of the human condition
Evil breeds, its rape upon youth with
planet plagued terror
Corpses, exhumed for exhibition
Imploded within Earths eroded coffin
Lost, hopes for peace, faith and
fallible religious doctrine
Dismembered hope floats upon
blood red seas of hate and despair
Heaven, from within, spiritually
matures from infant seed to that of
'Life's Procreated Tree'
Earth's forest pleads
for all brethren to sharingly embark,
Self immune of toxic behavioral ills and
all bear both its Ardent Fruit
Breath of Love and future visions
of Peaceful Horizons........ and
A World Rediscovered
poem by Louie Levy
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A World Re-discovered
we, whom among Earth's population
live and reside, inherently within are
feelings of the human condition
Evil breeds, its rape upon youth with
planet plagued terror
Corpses, exhumed for exhibition
Imploded within Earths eroded coffin
Lost, hopes for peace, faith and
fallible religious doctrine
Dismembered hope floats upon
blood red seas of hate and despair
Heaven, from within, spiritually
matures from infant seed to that of
'Life's Procreated Tree'
Earth's forest pleads for all
brethren to sharing-ly embark,
Self immune of toxic behavioral ills as;
all bear both its Ardent Fruit
Breath of Love and future visions
of Peaceful Horizons and a -
A World Re-discovered
2006
poem by Louie Levy
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Some Behaving People Are
'Nothing more than animals! '
Expressions often heard
Comparisons by persons
to animals are absurd
Nowhere on earth
will an animal compare
to the tortures and hate
people inflict without care
If survival befit us,
then who can say?
No animal will kill,
if, hardly, not for its prey
Would we not be better,
if we would be
like their kind?
We are cursed, as
they are better, without
'The Human Mind'
Louie Levy
1990
poem by Louie Levy
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Brephos
Although it is easy for one to think, it is not always easy for one to write
Not all thoughts can be expressed into words, nor should they. Rousseau said in his solitary walks or was it his confessions? That his most beautiful thoughts died in him as quick as he thought them and how he at the time wished he had a pen in hand to write them all down. Those thoughts are dead, but perhaps those same thoughts are born in others written down somewhere in all of infinite time. Some thoughts like some lives are not meant to be born. The seed of this thought, watered by my serene tears, germinates in my soul as I write this letter. Still I can't find the words to express its beauty, its paradox, its mystery. The seed germinates but no plant is born, no flower blooms. For every child that isn't born, for every thought trapped in the moral order nature's thought; the ineffable, the unborn, the unknown, I hope one day you find expression and tell the world what you are and what beauty really is—To eloquence that never speaks, to thought that never thinks, to life that never lives, in my heart you speak, think and live.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Without Expression
Written by: Terry Reid 1968
Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm?
Or a lion through a busy street bazarre?
There are many things I'd love to turn you on to
But somehow I feel they're safer where they are
Yes, there's a man I know
With no expression
He's got none at all
Yes, there's a man that I know
With no expression, darling
He's got none at all
Well, some people are inbound with infatuation
And some others spill depression as the law
From one's mother getting at no imagination
So beware then, maybe sin is at your door
Yes, there's a man that I know
With no expression
He's got none at all
Yes, there's a man I know
With no expression
He's got none at all
But you may never, never
See this man laughing
Come to think of it,
I've never seen him cry
But he might be sitting
And you hear him singing
And by and by he'll stop and sigh
Before his voice would even begin to speak
And he'd just cry
Yes, There's a man I know
With no expression, darling
He's got none at all
Yes, There's a man that I know
With no expression
He's got none at all
Have you ever, ever ridden horses through a rainstorm?
Or a lion through a busy street bazarre?
There are many things I'd love to turn you on to
But somehow I feel they're safer where they are
Yes, There's a man that I know
With no expression
He's got none at all
There's a man that I know
With no expression
He's got none at all
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Written words
Written words
~
Where the written words
Depict the heart itself
How can it fail to touch the soul
The beauty of language
In the expression of thought
Is the unbound creation
Within us all
It is know as humane beauty
The life breath
A belief in a dream
Immortal and thought filled
Alive upon the page
There the written word exists
Reflecting the world
Depicting the heart itself
How can it fail to touch
A human soul
poem by Matthew Holloway
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An Open Secret!
Can you unfold rose bud as naturally as it is?
Sun flower blooms by the sight of Sun all days;
Lily flower blooms by the sight of Moon all days.
Is it possible to do so by me or your presence?
Nature does wonder we cannot even imagine!
Seeing Nature many things are created often;
But all delicate things can man do as Nature?
Natural expression has a value of its own sure;
Learning and doing things are different matter;
Same thing happens in the creativity of poetry.
All things happening in Nature are great wonders;
But who does care to note things of beauty in Nature?
Divine spirit present in all things of Nature is clear; but
Ignorance of man fails him to realize this open secret!
poem by Ramesh T A
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The Bill, For The Bill of Rights
The political-democracy picking the aristocracy
Like the slaves picked cotton
We the people are totally forgotten
We the people are totally forgotten
Poor people pay the ultimate price
Coersive persuasion –a mind control device
Willingly give your life as a sacrifice
Then die for a cause that violates human rights laws
Economic sanctions aimed at the poor
Carpet bombing civilians desecrates laws of war
When government becomes God, for economic gains
The Bill of Rights wanes, wanes, wanes
Zero tolerance for violence is galore, in the times of war
The whole world saturated with the Blood of The Poor
The cost of freedom, war’s consummate whore
Business interests favor war, as it’s savior
poem by Josephine DixonBanks
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The music is a personal expression, like art. It is something that you like doing that comes from within, and is an expression that comes from God. That is why artists are beautiful and why people who copy are not really artistic.
quote by Michael Schenker
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Love's Like A Flower
Love like a flower has to blossom
and grow! With tender loving care,
it could happen, you know. For love
like a flower, must have a seed to
start, like the seed you implanted,
within my heart! Love like the flower,
needs it's time and it's space, to
enfold and behold, all it's beauty
and grace. But unlike the flower,
as the time passes by, my love,
will never, wither nor die!
poem by Audrey Heller
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Swallowing The Seed
swallowing the seed
fear begins to grow
the seed sprouts inside
his belly and roots begin
to travel inside his prostate
down to his bottom
unto his feet
immobilizing him
the seed begins to have
buds and leaves
and twigs and
huge trunks
his eyes shrink on the barks
his nose all gone
there are no signs of the original man
he swallowed the seed of life
that no one dared.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Dream Of Evolution....
shall a seed be
a seed forever?
do you not dream
someday that it shall
be planted
so that it can sprout
and grow
and then finally see
its flower
and fruit?
must the flower and fruit
be just the same
like the rest of the histories of
the other seeds
of their own form and kind?
must i hope
for an evolution
a seed turning
into a bee
a bee into
a butterfly into wind
into star?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The vow of celibacy is a matter of keeping one's word to Christ and the Church. a duty and a proof of the priest's inner maturity; it is the expression of his personal dignity.
quote by Pope John Paul II
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