I wish I were an apple
and you were eating me
I’d like to make you happy
As you sat by this tree.
I wish I were a blackbird
So I could sing for you.
I’d like to make you cheerful
And stop you feeling blue.
I wish I were the sun
So I cold warm your frozen heart.
And then your heart would melt for me
And you would be less tart.
I wish I were the moon
so I could protect you all night long.
But being only me may I
Present you with this song?
Author: Katherine
Poetry writer and author
Symbolism in literature
Example #2
William Blake goes symbolic in his poem Ah Sunflower. He says:
“Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveler’s journey is done;”
Blake uses a sunflower as a symbol for human beings and “the sun” symbolizes life. Therefore, these lines symbolically refer to their life cycle and their yearning for a never-ending life.
Example #3
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The kindness of human beings
I had to go to the hospital today.In fact, I have been unable to make my last three appointments.Alas, the lifts were broken.The arthritis has flared up , this week the stairs were a long way from the desk and were very hard as it is an old building with high ceilings
I got to the desk,able only to whisper my name.
We were put into a Recovery Room and given water and, after the consultation. we were given coffee and biscuits while we lounged again in the recovery room.Who it is for I don’t know.
The most humorous moment was after I got undressed,the gynaecologist was about to examine me when an alarm went off.Fortunately, I did not have to run out waving my underwear.I was frightened
It was a false alarm not a fire drill.If there was fire I might have stayed as the nurses were all quite small so could not have dragged me out.I felt knackered when I got home.
The staff were all women and a kinder more thoughtful group would be hard to find
Thankful to have made it , I can now take a rest.And I can call a specialist nurse anytime.This is how the NHS us when things go well
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The human facility for language
“The motivation for the early form of communication probably had much to do with socialization and sexual selection, where “verbal grooming” and even gossip grew to be important. At the same time that Neanderthals were dominant in Europe (around 100,000 to 35,000 BC), a more lightly built Homo sapiens was evolving in Africa and the Middle East.”
“It is this text’s declaration that language stands alone as the greatest accomplishment of man [sic] and it is language, sequentially, that fostered a myriad of cultural products.”
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With love thread through its heart
I get out my sewing gear
In the quiet times of life,
When I need to mend the tears,
Torn by stress and strife.
I hold my soul so carefully
And gaze at every part.
I hope that light will come to me
As I wonder how to start,
.I take my needle out
With love thread through its heart,
I scrutinize each inch.
And then I start to stitch.
In the quietness of the night
You heal me all the time
You talk to me in dreams
And I write them down in rhymes.
Another day will come
And more fractures form.
That’s all part of life
Strife ,and mend, and strife.
Keep that cocoon whole,
Till the soul’s completely there.
Then through its love-sewn folds
A butterfly will flare.
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Walking along
How beautiful it was when the sun shone And I walked with you,my dear husband, through the gardens. How happy I was to sit with you by the lake and to hear the water from the fountain splash. It's our our favourite music now we cannot visit the sea To hear the tide rush in,then fall sucking on the shingley beach. But I see it in my minds eye. Aldeburgh,the fishing boats go out at sunrise. I awoke early and saw the sun across the sea and the boats setting out in the soft light. Dunwich,the heath filled with birds the cliff and the beach where sometimes one can find marble from one of the many churches washed away by the encroaching sea. And Southwold,the marsh so quiet I heard crickets. We went across the Blyth in the rowing boat And saw the place from which our picture of Walberswick was painted... If only life could be captured,slowed, for a few minutes for us to receive the beauty and hear the sound of the sea The everlasting music of the heart
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In a crack, a seed may grow
When you are far,
so
far
away,
The longest night,
The shortest winter day,
will be places where
I
might die.
The heart’s interior
no-one else
Can view.
When you are lost,
I cannot find
your face…
Its outline on the pillows,
My fingers shaped to trace…
The new design,
the stellar rhyme,
Where have you gone?
You slipped from out my arms.
You slipped away.
Was night or day
Ever cut by such a narrow line?
In your embrace I lay.
You seemed so strong.
Yet,sighing, took the path away.
I can’t see where
Is
it
night?
Or is it
day..?
I tried to write
to bring new light,
It’s dark, and still.
I long for you to come.
Oh,will we ever quite
Find out our way?
Or is that pure illusion?
As we stagger through
the wandering furrows
in the fields
They shoot us down.
What is this confusion?
The war goes on
The world goes round
The mirror gapes at each new clown.
But in a crack, a seed may grow..
I can’t hear you,
But yet,you know
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Are you toxic? Am I?
http://www.talentedladiesclub.com/all-help/10-giveaway-signs-toxic-person-handle/
9) They’re evasive
Most people are quite straightforward. You ask them a question, and they’ll give you the answer. But not a toxic person. They thrive on attention and drama, and will happily lie at will. They also find strength in destabilising others. Unable to operate on a level playing field, they tilt, twist and muddle the truth until no one is sure what’s going on.
They use this tactic to control meetings and cover up their deficiencies. They’re also adept political creatures who know just how to manipulate a situation to their advantage – and sabotage anyone who is in their way.
So if you ever come across anyone who seems unable to give you a straight answer, who makes the most straightforward project seem convoluted, who hogs and sabotages every meeting, or who changes the subject whenever you ask for something, the chances are they’re toxic.
10) They’re not nice to others
Don’t get us wrong, toxic people can be very charming. But only when it serves them. If you’re useful to them or they want something from you, they may be lovely, flattering even. Their attentions can seem heady and overwhelming. But it’s all a show.
The clearest way to get a sense of someone’s real character is to watch how they treat others, especially people who aren’t useful to them, and never will be.
How nice are they to the guy that works in the station ticket office? To the postman? The waitress in the café you sometimes go to for lunch? Junior colleagues? Other peoples’ children?
If you want to find out whether someone may be toxic or not, just observe their relationships with people who mean nothing to them, and watch how polite, kind or thoughtful they are (or not). It’s a good measure of how they may one day treat you if you cease to be useful!
How to handle toxic people
So what do you do if you have a toxic person in your life? The last thing you want to do is to go down to their level, but you do need to learn to protect yourself. Here are some tips:
- Know your boundaries and stick to them – don’t let a toxic person erode your boundaries for their own gain. Work out what is important to you and make sure you don’t budge on it.
- Keep a record of anything decided – as we recommend in our article on how to handle a difficult client, make sure you protect yourself from toxic colleagues, bosses or customers. If anything is discussed or agreed verbally, follow it up with an email confirmation, and invite correction if anything is wrong. This will help to prevent or expose lying later on.
- Be polite and honest – just because someone else is rude or deceitful doesn’t mean you have an excuse to be. Ensure you always act by your own standards, and let others see toxic people for what they are.
- Don’t share confidences with them – expect that anything you say to a toxic person will be repeated in a negative way, so be careful what you share with them. Never gossip about colleagues, clients or friends, or share a secret that you wouldn’t mind your worst enemy knowing.
- Avoid being a shoulder to cry on – as we shared in our article on positivity, negativity is contagious and drags others down with you. So when you spend hours listening to a toxic person moan about everything that has gone wrong or the people who have betrayed them, all that is going to happen is that you’ll feel depressed! Nothing you can say will cheer up a toxic person – they enjoy being a victim. Save your energies for those who genuinely deserve them, or who make you feel better, not worse.
- Be firm – toxic people want their own way at any cost. So you’ll need to stand your ground when dealing with them. If you’re not giving them them what they want, they’ll try all kinds of underhand and emotionally manipulating tactics to get it. So be prepared and be firm.
Read more articles about toxic people
- Do you work with toxic colleagues? Learn how to spot the five most common typesand how to handle them to minimise their damage!
- Do you work for a toxic boss? Read the seven signs your boss may be toxic, and find out what to do about it.
- Are you in a relationship with a toxic person? Find out how to spot the signs and protect yourself in our comprehensive guide to abusive relationships.
- Are you sabotaging your life with your own toxic thoughts? Discover the four toxic beliefs that may be holding you back from the happiness and success you want.
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When ancient hearts cried “Day shall come again”
When red sun drops and cooling night rolls in
Darkness covers danger and our vision
Ancient minds fear day won’t come again
Darkness covers danger and our vision
Ancient minds fear day won’t come again
Courage for the delicate seems thin
We wrestle with our cruel indecision
Gone coral sun and dreaming night rolls in
We wrestle with our cruel indecision
Gone coral sun and dreaming night rolls in
But now new stricken by a sense of sin
Who shall aid the soul in her derision?
Our ancient minds fear day won’t come again
Who shall aid the soul in her derision?
Our ancient minds fear day won’t come again
When we sleep we’re entertained within
Deft dreams dangle deep illusions
When sweet sun falls and nimble night slips in
Deft dreams dangle deep illusions
When sweet sun falls and nimble night slips in
With reverie and dream the heart’s opened
Then fancy turns to full communion
While ancient minds pray day will come again
Then fancy turns to full communion
While ancient minds pray day will come again
And so it was that our own life began
When sperm leaped up in proud confusion.
When old sun dropped and a new night rolled in
When ancient hearts cried,Day shall come again!”
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Mentalising and how the mind works
I don’t like the word but I find it an intriguing topic….We assume others understand the world like we do.But many unfortunate people did not have the security of learning that we all have minds,thoughts etc and others do.Some of us can’t tell a thought in our minds from reality.Whether or not you can do this,it helps one to know some others cannot do it,So if they think something they believe it is real…I find the early development of the mind is fascinating just as is the early beginning of human cultural development,language skills and so on.I feel they are linked
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I love myself because I need all the love I can get
I’m so sensitive ,I get people fatigue even when I am by myself.~
I’m so sensitive,I can hear other people’s hearts beating .It gives me palpitations.
I was so precocious I spoke before I could talk.
I am so attractive I have to wear a veil and cloak to keep men away
I love unattainable people as true intimacy is wearing.
I love myself because I need all the love I can get.
I am so frightened of being trapped under a dryer I cut my hair off with the dressmaking scissors.Now it just needs a wash and breeze dry..
I did a test for autism.I heard I am off the spectrum.Why is it finite?
I’m not easily insulted as I feel a sense of deep shame all the time.
I envy those with rubber skins.I’ll come back as a shark or a whale
I’m so tentative I keep waiting for others to make the first move,whatever that is.
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Ghazal: In Silence
Let them be, the battles you fought, in silence.
Bury your shame, the worst you thought, in silence.
At last my Beloved has haggled with death.
‘One more day’ was the pearl she bought in silence.
At night she heard the blacksmith hammering chains,
at dawn the saw, the fretwork wrought in silence.
‘The only wrong I’ve done is to live too long,’
my Beloved’s eyes tell the court in silence.
She’s as young as the month of Ordibehesht,
month of my birth, spring’s mid-leap caught in silence.
My Beloved, under the shade of a palm,
was the girl, the mother I sought in silence.
Loneliness is innumerate. Days slip by,
suns rise that daylight moons distort in silence.
The bell on her wrist was silent, her fingers
ice cold as the julep she brought in silence.
‘Mimijune! Mimijune!‘ My Beloved’s voice
climbs three steep notes for tears to thwart in silence.
Three syllables of equal weight, equal stress,
dropped in a well, keep falling short in silence.
| About this poem: “I wrote this poem as an elegy for my mother who died suddenly at the age of 92, after a night and a day in hospital. Living in England, I had been separated from her since childhood, but after the Iranian revolution my mother left Iran and settled in London, where we became very close. This is the first ghazal in which I have tried to observe, along with the requisite rhyme and refrain (qafia and radif), the disjunctive nature of the couplets. The suffix june/jan is commonly used as a term of endearment in Farsi, meaning dear, dearest, darling, but also life or soul.”Mimi Khalvati |
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How to understand poetry
Quote
1. Read aloud
Poetry comes from an oral tradition. The earliest poems we have were not originally written down, but recited as a form of storytelling, and many poems follow that tradition in spirit. So when you read poetry, you should vocalize the words on the page. Doing so will help you get a feel for the sound of the poem, and at the very least appreciate the beauty of the language. Reading aloud also cues you in to a poem’s rhyme scheme and rhythm, and helps you identify other sonic devices, which include word repetition and alliteration (the repetition of initial consonant sounds).
2. “Prosify”
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Every noun has Hilbert’s designing
Every shroud leaves widows pining.
The unendowed grieve after straining
The unbowed heads seem undermining
Don’t paint your flashing
Don’t flaunt your blessings
Won’t haunt the gassing.
Lift up your parts and twang
Draught up the heart makes bangs
Waft up the Dart on wings
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There are famous introverts
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/08/15/famous-introverts_n_3733400.html
Rosa Parks
The Civil Rights legend who refused to give up her bus seat for a white man in 1955 was also considered an introvert. Susan Cain wrote in the introduction of her book Quiet: The Power Of Introverts In A World That Can’t Stop Talking:
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Uncork that wine and let’s enjoy some puns.
Western Cork’s relaxed in winter sun
Unexpected pleasure , though desired
Uncork that wine and let’s enjoy some puns.
No-one thinks the Irish need their fun
We may need to have our brains rewired
Western Cork’s pole-axed by winter sun
Now everyone has reason to be glum
Sunny days yet evenings dark as mires
Uncork the wine and let’s thwack our own bums
We like drinking when we’re feeling glum
Spare not the whiskey ,hail oh Lanarkshire!
Western folk write cheques in winter sun
When I get undressed, my lover’s stunned.
My generous body to eros aspires
Uncork the wine and squeeze me juicy plum
I have no kernel ,nut, nor night attire
I studied numbers infinite in desire.
Western Cork can prove dough in mid-June
Uncork the wine and let it make us dumb.
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Anger
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A man in a passion, rides a mad horse.
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A quarrelsome man has no good neighbours.
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Anger is a short madness.
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Anger is often more hurtful than the injury that caused it.
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Anger is one letter short of danger.
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Clouds gather before a storm.
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Don’t get your back up.
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Exaggeration is truth that has lost its temper.
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Fire in the heart sends smoke into the head.
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Hard words break no bones.
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If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will escape a hundred days of sorrow.
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If you kick a stone in anger you will hurt your foot.
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Postpone today’s anger until tomorrow.
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Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight; red sky in the morning, shepherd take warning.
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The anger of the prudent never shows.
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The greatest remedy for anger is delay.
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If a small thing has the power to make you angry, does that not indicate something about your size?
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He who angers you conquers you.
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Anger ventilated often hurries toward forgiveness; and concealed often hardens into revenge.
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Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath.
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Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.
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Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.
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Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret.
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It is wise to direct your anger towards problems — not people; to focus your energies on answers — not excuses.
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Never respond to an angry person with a fiery comeback, even if he deserves it…Don’t allow his anger to become your anger.
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Learn this from me. Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.
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Anger is never without a reason, but seldom with a good one.
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A quick temper will make a fool of you soon enough.
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You can’t shake hands with a clenched fist.
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ARCHBISHOP DOUBTS
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Does our belief make any God exist?
Do those bombs make our minds resist?
The evidence is nebulous
The Bishop is incredulous.
Yet in his job he will, no doubt, persist.
Six million dead gypsies and Jews
Did not cause him to question his views.
But he once lived in Paris
And so he is harassed
By the recent and ominous news.
In a similar fashion might I say,
God doesn’t exist ,though I prayed.
My husband has died
And my aunties beside.
ISo my thoughts about God are well,grave.
If God does exist ,he is there
Regardless of how I now fare.
As far as the nebulae are
Further is he by far.
But to say he is dead,I don’t dare.
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The crisis of language project
This is very interesting.
https://thepointmag.com/crisis-of-language-project
“Americans no longer know how to talk to each other. During the 2016 presidential campaign, the novelist George Saunders explained that we had become “two separate ideological countries … speaking different languages,” while journalist Nathan Heller lamented the “collapse of public discourse.” This sounded bad enough, but when we heard Kanye West describe Donald Trump’s speaking style as “very futuristic,” we knew we could no longer stand idly by. We hope you will join us in “The Crisis of Language Project,” a new initiative to restore the possibility of communication in our beleaguered republic.”
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Richard Rorty foresaw the possibility of Trump being elected
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Writing from the heart
Quote
- Protect that effort you have made to see and feel things in a positive way. Unconstructive criticism, anger, and jealousy can thwart our inspiration and prevent us writing from the heart, whether they come from ourselves or from other people. Try to avoid encountering these negative forces. If you cannot avoid them, try not to pay attention to them.
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Peace Rally
https://www.theguardian.com/music/2012/may/05/adam-yauch
Beastie Boys star attends rally after Adam Yauch Park defaced with antisemitic graffit
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By our love and work
rI find words ending in ion hard to use in metre and thyme
Are we called to our vocation
A calling to a richness green and flowered
Yet context’s needed for gestation
In writing true not imitation
We are seeking our vocation
With spirit we must make relation
That native genius develps becomes ours
Helps reach those unknown destinations
We each create our own vocation
By love and work in combination
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Triolet by Robert Bridges (1876)
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When first we met, we did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master; Of more than common friendliness When first we met we did not guess. Who could foretell the sore distress, This irretrievable disaster, When first we met?—We did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master. |
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Imagery in poetry
Imagery Definition
Imagery means to use figurative language to represent objects, actions and ideas in such a way that it appeals to our physical senses.
Usually it is thought that imagery makes use of particular words that create visual representation of ideas in our minds. The word imagery is associated with mental pictures. However, this idea is but partially correct. Imagery, to be realistic, turns out to be more complex than just a picture. Read the following examples of imagery carefully:
- It was dark and dim in the forest. – The words “dark” and “dim” are visual images.
- The children were screaming and shouting in the fields. – “Screaming” and “shouting” appeal to our sense of hearing or auditory sense.
- He whiffed the aroma of brewed coffee. – “whiff” and “aroma” evoke our sense of smell or olfactory sense.
- The girl ran her hands on a soft satin fabric. – The idea of “soft” in this example appeals to our sense of touch or tactile sense.
- The fresh and juicy orange is very cold and sweet. – “ juicy” and “sweet” when associated with oranges have an effect on our sense of taste or gustatory sense.
Imagery needs the aid of figures of speech like simile, metaphor, personification, onomatopoeia etc. in order to appeal to the bodily senses. Let us analyze how famous poets and writers use imagery in literature.
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Like coloured visions of the ocean bed
Thought, the vision of the inner eye,
Peers behind the mask of mundane view
A choosing of the best of what comes by
Not the monsters on the Daily News
Thought to me is vision without words;
Needs silent presentation and review.
The words translate the images that surge
Then fall back to the ocean where they grew.
Like coloured visions of the deep sea bed
Where fishes reel and dance, where life is new.
What we mean with difficulty’s said
Yet evocation summons it to view.
Let my words evoke my love of you;
And answer me with many kisses new.
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Angels stored his stolen braces
Marry with taste or depend upon treasure
None so kind as those who will not be.
There’s many a blue word spoken unblessed
I never said to you that I am seeding.
Oh flood sweet maze,and let who will have weather.
He was just bad luck in the doldrums
To see or not to see,that is so testing.
How can we knit the entire purled?
Don’t receive me or my woe.
Angels stored his stolen braces
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Leonard Cohen
To be alone but not alone to be.
‘How good to be companion to onesself
To be alone but not alone to be.
For peace will bring us calm and dreams of wealth
As dreams and symbols help us all to see.
How sweet to hear the silence underneath
The noises of this busy urban life
For that which is above, also’ s beneath
An endless sea where dreams swim without strife,
How gentle is the silence of the trees
Calm now that the storms have passed and gone
Like boats swing anchored on the delphic seas
This soothing silence enters everyone.
No more the fear of loneliness embrace
Acceptance gives such comfort of our days
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I wave and then I particle again
Oh,take me hold me,love me like you do
With kisses sweet commend me to your heart
Love me like a tea of finest brew.
Love me like a cox’s pippin tart.
oh,dance me,swing me, let me feel alive.
And let me feel your melody anew.
We get what we desire yet don’t deserve.
When one is made from love between the two.
Oh. lend me your maths textbooks for a while
I love irrational numbers like a child.
and transcendental pies do often me beguile
i feel tonight my numbers dancing wild.
So ambiguous is my attitude to men
I wave and then I particle again
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With each image ,still your dreaming heart
To write a poem will take our entire heart
Our mind and soul, our body and our dreams.
With trepidation,take a pen and start
Let preconceptions , though well meant, depart
Creative work evades such plans and schemes
To write a poem will shake the entire heart
We travel lands unknown without a chart
With our courage, trust the dark unseen
For inspiration,take our pens and write
We bite the apple,bitter, hard and tart
Knowledge enters in its dream -like streams
To write a poem will move each living heart
No logic,reasoning, signs, however wrought
Will bring to life the holy pattern’s themes
With each image ,still your dreaming heart
The earth ,the oceans, seas, the sacred scenes
Where humans live out daily what life means
To write a poem , we need a mystic’s heart
In emptiness, we fill our pens,we start
