Nothing is so awesomely unfamiliar as the familiar that discloses itself at the end of a journey.
quote by Cynthia Ozick
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The Magic Wand Of The Too Familiar
it happens all the time
the most familiar things and events and people
come daily and they become so ordinary
and then
you wonder
somehow
something
unfamiliar begins to strike you
making some furrows in your face
it becomes magical
a wand of the familiar
turns you into a prince
a sword is handed to you
a horse for you to mount
upon
a heart that begins its journey
on some adventures
that were there once
in your youth
you become alive
then the world changes its colors
and you realize
you never notice
something had long been put here
how foolish you have been
for not noticing such a familiar thing?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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So scenic than the moon
Journey! journey! ! Journey! ! ! In my dream of infinity... Journey in the sky... Yes i saw the shivering moon. So scenic and adoring. So glamorous... And warmth it shined on me. But oh! It transmogriffied and moon i see no more but a queen. So scenic than the moon. Oh! Now i know your creator... That's why your beauty shines awesomely brighter than the moon.
poem by Jude Thadeus
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Familiar World
This world look so familiar
The air, I think I breath before
The music, I think I heard before
The journey, I've journeyed before
but all in 'once a life time'
It's my second journey into this unknown world
The journey I seem to have taken before
It look so familiar
Once in a life time, it seemed I was somebody
May be even the wealthiest man in the world
i don't know
Maybe a wretched, lonely man
I'll never know
But one thing I do know
is that I've lived once
And right now, It's my second journey
Into this very familiar but unknown world
poem by Olufunmbi Aransiola
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Wandering
Neither
beginning
or end
the journey
walks with
familiar boots
that smell of fields
winter and summer skies
the rustle of autumn leaves
they turn up
sitting beside
me
as the slipping sun dips
over warm oceans
while the unfamiliar
blows
across in the wind
riding
through colour
spices, saffron, cumin
on windowless buses
jostling
over pot holes
they rest.
poem by Diana Rosser
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With You Somewhat Unfamiliar
With you somewhat unfamiliar, your smile goes
through all the barriers of my self-preservation,
infatuation surrounds me with great power.
with you somewhat unfamiliar,
your presence has got a deep simplicity;
your eyes, face and body has disconcerting beauty,
feelings bubble intimate and age-old
so half know and still unexpected
and we are both caught and unmarried
but I cannot resist your humanity,
with you somewhat unfamiliar.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Forever Loss
Where was I when the news broke?
I don’t remember, I don’t remember
The phone rang, a familiar voice
“Come home” they said “she’s gone”
How long did the journey take?
I don’t remember, I don’t remember
All family adorned in black
Strange this unfamiliar home
Did I speak a single word?
I don’t remember, I don’t remember
My mothers in the kitchen
Drunk, alone, weeping
Was it raining on the day?
I don’t remember, I don’t remember
They put her in the ground
She was gone forever
How did it all end?
I don’t remember, I don’t remember
The priest spoke in a sombre tone
“And she lives on in our loving memory”
I’ll never forget, I’ll never forget
poem by Colm Hayes
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Death is with you all the time; you get deeper in it as you move towards it, but it's not unfamiliar to you. It's always been there, so what becomes unfamiliar to you when you pass away from the moment is really life.
quote by Bell Hooks
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Sapientia Lunae
The wisdom of the world said unto me:
'_Go forth and run, the race is to the brave;
Perchance some honour tarrieth for thee!_'
'As tarrieth,' I said, 'for sure, the grave.'
For I had pondered on a rune of roses,
Which to her votaries the moon discloses.
The wisdom of the world said: '_There are bays:
Go forth and run, for victory is good,
After the stress of the laborious days._'
'Yet,' said I, 'shall I be the worms' sweet food,'
As I went musing on a rune of roses,
Which in her hour, the pale, soft moon discloses.
Then said my voices: '_Wherefore strive or run,
On dusty highways ever, a vain race?
The long night cometh, starless, void of sun,
What light shall serve thee like her golden face?_'
For I had pondered on a rune of roses,
And knew some secrets which the moon discloses.
'Yea,' said I, 'for her eyes are pure and sweet
As lilies, and the fragrance of her hair
Is many laurels; and it is not meet
To run for shadows when the prize is here';
And I went reading in that rune of roses
Which to her votaries the moon discloses.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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A Poem Loitering On An Unfamiliar Landscape!
At times
Even the familiar landscape
Appears unfamiliar
It appears as one with no horizon
Where do i invest my hope?
Surrounded by unfamiliarity
I can look to none
To ease this throb
That resonates in the veins
It even devastates each nerve
Nay, each capillary
In utter disregard!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Start...Stop
When things get monotonous,
Places familiar,
People boring,
Sights repetitive,
STOP.
START...
Exploring yourself
Seek options
Change locations
Meet strangers
Buy one way tickets
Listen to unheard music
Search beyond horizons
Cross the seas
Feel raw
Get lost in lanes
Break a few barriers
Fly to different shores
Let go of yourself to find the ME
Feel the thrill of the unknown
Chills of mystery
Freshness of new conversations
Warmth of building a new home
When new begins to feel old,
Unfamiliar feels comfortable,
Life gets stable,
STOP.
Uproot yourself
Pick up the bags
Put on the boots
Hit the road
For a new start
Coz Life's not destination
Its in the journey.
poem by Dipti Date Gokhale
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First Party
(5 Day Old Anthony Attends a 60th Anniversary Party)
Light increases
as he entered the room
emanating from him,
reflected in our eyes.
A pliable bundle
passed from arm to arm,
melding to each one
his Kith and Kin
Who delight to discover
a mosaic of familiar
and unfamiliar forms
In their newest guest,
their Best.
poem by Callista Caduceus
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Alone
Alone
It's like being in a crowded room with no familiar faces
Alone
It's like thinking that I see your face in unfamiliar places
Alone
It's waking up to a empty bet you used to lay your head on
Alone
And I don't wanna be alone anymore
See I was wrong
Not afraid to admit
I was such a jerk
Can't believe the things I did
I made you hurt
You don't deserve that
Never know just what got until it's gone
Now I'm shook-up (I can hardly sleep)
Now I'm choke-up (I can hardly eat)
Now we broke up and it's killing me
I'm falling
song performed by by Joe from Better Days
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Unfamiliar
What is this 'change'
That's taking place
Between us
Scraping at the meaning
Of who we are together
Stretching the silence
To last longer than ever
Pulling apart
What used to be one
While everything becomes so unfamiliar
From the way it once was
What is this 'space'
That's emerged
And lodged itself
Between us
Absorbing the sunlight
Until there is only frost
Building a bridge
Too unstable to cross
While making us wary,
Our attitude's vary
Until all things familiar
Are lost
poem by Erika Wingo
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I like to compare the holiday season with the way a child listens to a favorite story. The pleasure is in the familiar way the story begins, the anticipation of familiar turns it takes, the familiar moments of suspense, and the familiar climax and ending.
quote by Fred Rogers
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Together As Proof
It would be nice to have somebody right,
Unlike someone else some might know...
Or claim they knew.
I'm seeking someone special.
It would be awesomely magical,
To find those eyes upon me glued.
And I would know it's love.
I would know it...
Since it would be shown.
It would be nice to have somebody right,
Unlike someone else some might know...
Or claim they knew.
I'm seeking someone special.
Who knows I am special too!
And be together as proof.
It would be awesomely magical,
To find those eyes upon me glued.
And I would know it's love.
I would know it...
Since it would be shown.
I would know it...
Since it would be known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Startling Is The Sharpness Of Its Shocking Knock
Sugar-coating realities,
Has left mentalities...
Desperately searching,
For alternatives to provide...
A familiar taste upon which to feed.
And the high cost in maintaining delusions,
Is getting closer everyday to losing an effectiveness.
A delivery of unwrapped packaged facts comes,
On those doorsteps unfamiliar with truth.
And startling is the sharpness of its shocking knock.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unfamiliar Idiom
Unfamiliar idiom make man monkey
Unfamiliar idiom make guddy doggy.
What you say has got no sound
Where you jump has no ground.
How you become happy
How you make advance society.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Thoughts On Love....
the hardest thing we will ever do
is to love. for love undresses the
parts of us with which we're not
so familiar...
there is no grasping in love, no
real or implied ownership. that
which we give in time returns, but
who holds a clock to the tides?
love is itself a journey that often
takes many lifetimes... it is not
an end in itself, love is the journey.
time and experience and often tragedy
ignite the flame... but the fire burns
long and slow.
love is a way of seeing, a depth of seeing,
when the eyes touch and realize. love is
the gift of moments, and only moments are
eternal.
love hears from the heart, spoken and unspoken.
love gives, without thought or guilt.
love is the straw in the nest, the open
mouth fed, and the moment of fear when wings
first stretch in flight.
love is the gift, and the gift is journey...
for it is in the journey that we find our selves!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Run, Baby, Run
She was born in november 1963
The day that aldous huxley died
And her mama believed
That every man could be free
So her mama got high, high, high
And her daddy marched on birmingham
Singing mighty protest songs
And he pictured all the places
Where he knew that shed belong
But he failed and taught her young
The only thing shed need to carry on
He taught her how to
Run baby run baby run baby run
Baby run
Past the arms of the familiar
And their talk of better days
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
So long
Baby loves to run
She counts out all her money
In the taxi on the way to meet her plane
Stares hopeful out the window
At the workers fighting
Through the pouring rain
Shes searching through the stations
For an unfamiliar song
And shes pictures all the places
Where she knows she still belongs
And she smiles the secret smile
Because she knows exactly how
To carry on
So run baby run baby run baby run
Baby run
From the old familiar faces and
Their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
So long
Baby loves to run
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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Incognito! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Walk in
City’s familiar
And unfamiliar
Bylanes;
Incognito…
Can leave
The mask home
Who has time to glance?
It’s a city
Without a heart,
With only emptiness;
Spaces, though cramped
one jostles,
To wander
In anonymity,
Tears flowing
Down your cheeks.
It’s a city
Without a spirit, yes-
Cold and hard
Like steel concrete benches
in the foggy park
on a winter eve.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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