...For the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies.
quote by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 5. Sometimes I Hold it half a Sin
I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.
But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold;
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given in outline and no more.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The Language Of Love
The language of love
lies not in the word.
It lies in the ear of the
loved one
when the word is heard.
The language of love
lies not in the sound.
It lies in the heart of the
loved one
around which the sound is wound..
The language of love
lies not in a book.
It lies in the eyes of the
loved one
who receives the tender look.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Measure Of Men
what is the measure of one man
is it the measure of one's strength
I think not
is it the measure of one's stature such as height
I don't think so
is it how wealthy one is
not even close
or is it how much power one possesses over another
not impressive
can a measure of a man be measured with a yardstick
well it can but that park doesn't show he's a man
the tolerance of a man for another man hitting him
can be measured with a ruler
the tolerance of a man for another man attacking his country
can be measured with a grain of salt
the tolerance of a man for another man hitting the one's he loves
now that can only be measured within a whisper
you can only measure a individual man or woman
with how big their heart is and
what qualities lie within that heart
such as dignity for what he works for
such as a stable household for his famly
compassion for people in need
the understanding of what's right and what's wrong
the pride of not what he has done but what
his wife and child has done
the sweat
the blood
and the tears he spars
to keep his marriage from falling apart
once you find a way to measure those things then
and only then will you be able to say
that is
because that is certainly
the real measure of all men
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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To One Who Bade Him Work
EACH day Work bids my heart anew,
Fold wings and watch my brain at play;
But brain and heart will fly your way,
And find their natural home in you!
Come to me--'tis the only way!
For heart and brain have had to learn
Such carrier-pigeon feats of flight,
That were you here, my heart's delight,
My brain and heart to Work would turn,
Spread wings, and flutter from your sight.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Brain or heart?
Brain or heart?
Losing your heart for someone?
No, losing your brain for someone.
Falling in love gives euphoric feelings,
Which stems from brain and not heart.
The concept of love is formed
By top-down and bottom-up process,
That connects the brain and the heart
Through sensory nerves and hence so.
27.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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He who hasn't hacked assemply language as a youth has no heart. He who does as an adult has no brain.
quote by John Moore
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Sleep Now, O Sleep Now
Sleep now, O sleep now,
O you unquiet heart!
A voice crying "Sleep now"
Is heard in my heart.
The voice of the winter
Is heard at the door.
O sleep, for the winter
Is crying "Sleep no more."
My kiss will give peace now
And quiet to your heart -- -
Sleep on in peace now,
O you unquiet heart!
poem by James Joyce
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Bad Brain
I used to be an A student
I never used to complain
I used to be a truant
But I'm still the same
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain
I used to go to parties
I used to drink champagne
Now I'm beginning to feel the strain
Bad bad brain
I used to be in show biz
I used to have fortune and fame
I used to have pleasure and pain
I used to have a name
Bad bad brain
Now I'm on the Bowery
I can't remember my name
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain...bad bad brain...
song performed by by Ramones from Road To Ruin
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Ramdas, Start Talking With New Language!
Ramdas, start Talking with New Language,
Talk with people and every life,
That language which can take world to new dimension,
Or world shine with beauty and freshness,
Be the one among builders of new world!
Language of love and acceptance,
language that comes from the
depth of the heart,
affectionate and humble,
language that is full of gratitude,
Free of doubts and fear, Language of smile and presence
of mind,
Mindfulness which uses silence
and words well balanced,
the world to new dimensions,
Make world Look like a new world in the light of wisdom!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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From The Heart
I know youve heard these things before
You get the same reply
But all these things are new to me
So Im asking why?
Isnt it the truth you want to hear
Not lies and jealousy
From the heart
I can tell no lies
From the heart
I can tell no lies, lies, lies
I just want to give the feeling
Rock and roll gave to me
And to say what I believe in
In honesty
Isnt it the truth
You want to hear not lies and jealousy?
From the heart
I can tell no lies
From the heart
I can tell no lies, lies, lies
Like lennon said for me
I believed in ray and keef
Like townshend said for me
Rock and roll made me free
From the heart
From the heart
From the heart
Rock and roll made me free
From the heart
From the heart
From the heart
No lies
song performed by by Billy Idol
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My Own Language
it is not as sweet as English
neither romantic as French
neither lyrical like Spanish
nor authoritative as Greek
nor mystical as Latin
nor progressive as Chinese
nor deep as German nor
friendly as Thai and
neighborly as Bahasa
but my own language
lies inside my heart and so
lovely still that i speak it
as musical as the language of my soul
as lyrical as the movement of my body
as heavenly as my God that speaks to me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No statement about God is simply, literally true. God is far more than can be measured, described, defined in ordinary language, or pinned down to any particular happening.
quote by David Edward Jenkins
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To live in others
Bravery is measured in one’s adversity
And not in one’s victory; as such he’s brave.
Toughness is measured in one’s tolerance
And not in one’s conquest; as such he’s tough.
Kindness is measured in one’s empathy
And not in one’s sympathy; as such he’s kind.
He makes people more honest than they are,
More sincere than they used to be
And more committed than they are.
He illuminates around but not himself.
Be as he to lead the people given.
26.04.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Verbal Tapestry
Such tapestries of magic wrought
by masters of their chosen art;
whose measured worth cannot be bought.
Within this place wizardry's taught
and each magician plays a part
in tapestries of magic wrought.
A diverse and bewitching lot,
some sassy, saucy, suave and smart;
whose measured worth cannot be bought.
Across the zones of time and thought
they serve poetic a-la-carte.
with tapestries of magic wrought.
With grace a moment can be caught
by artists of the quill and heart,
whose measured worth cannot be bought.
And with fresh, enchanting thought
this simple wizard makes a start
at tapestries of magic wrought.
whose measured worth cannot be bought.
poem by John Roche
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Also, they don't understand - writing is language. The use of language. The language to create image, the language to create drama. It requires a skill of learning how to use language.
quote by John Milius
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Love is a bitter thing
Love is a bitter thing
that cuts nastily,
Through my heart.
Too many beautiful things
still lies too spring fresh,
between you and me
for love to end by itself.
I do not know what to do
to stop love from disappearing somewhere
between yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Every time that you are with me
I know that things between us,
are still sparkling alive.
The things between the lines in each conversation,
your body language and your fingers that draw lines
through my hair,
betrays what lies hidden deep in your heart.
It does not make sense that you want it dead
and your words say that it is past,
but still you want to be with me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Roses
roses speaks of love in a languege known only too the heart.Colour speak of beauty in a language known only too the rainbow.Beauty speak of sunshine in a language only known too nature.My heart speak of you in a language only known too my love.
poem by Tijani Adebowale Destiny
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Language Of Love
Some spend their time in conversation
They just talk and talk all day
But theres a sweeter situation, and
Its just a touch away
One kiss can say all that we need to say
Dont have to tell me you care
The message gets through
With the things youre doing
When were alone in the dark, you speak
To my soul, talk to my heart
In the language of love, we say everything
Every time that we touch we say so much
In the language of love, nothing says it better
Than when were talking together
Touch by touch in the language of love
In the language of love
This love dont need no explanation
We understand just fine, oh baby
Got heart to heart communication
I tell ya thats the sweetest kind
I love the way your body talks to mine
You can just look in my eyes to know that its
Real cause we go by feeling
We dont need words to express whats in our hearts we say it best
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Telling Lies
You tell your lies unto your daughters
You told those lies unto their fathers
You tell them lies, in such a disguise
So later in years them you could deny.
You tell your lies unto your friends
You told those lies to all your men
You make up an excuse, just to confuse
So no one knows what you put them through.
You tell your lies unto your teacher
You told your lies unto your preacher
You then shed a tear, so with pity they'd hear
And also when no one else is ever near.
You tell your lies to any caller
You told your lies unto your lawyer
You say any word, though may be absurd
Even though from someone else you heard.
You tell your lies in your prayer
You told those lies to the choir
But you still will be blamed, for all the pain
As sadly you and your lying will remain.
You will tell your lies each and everyday
You will tell those lies when you get old and gray
Sadly you will tell them till, your heart beats still
But then hearing those lies no one else ever will.
You will tell your lies when you meet GOD
You will tell those lies with a pitiful nod
You will beg him again, that you did no sin
But GOD will know where you have been.
You will tell your lies when you meet the Devil
You will tell those lies as as you are at the same level
But at you he will grin, as he knows all your sin
As with you all those times he too has been.
Your daughters will sin and tell their lies
As to anyone that will listen they will also cry
As you taught them not the truth, but only how to use
So also their destiny from lies they did choose.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Praise Be Da Poetry
Me brain suffers badly
From a lack of stimulation
So I'm going to sail me ship
For treasured language education
See me heart stops yearning
When it is happy learning
From a fresh breath of poesies
Misting o'er da seven seas
poem by Harriet James
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