Quotes about puzzle, page 17
Danger Ahead
Rehearse this puzzle to obtain mercy
Internationally and globally, with all people.
Being present, the whole scenery is a mercy
To the senses of sight and hearing.
May we abstain all the time from forbidden places,
Imagining them suits all, imagination does not lie.
A rabid wolf rampages in the secret plains of the globe,
Jostling with humans in parts and wholes,
Gulping down innocent children and babies
Without blood to stain the skies, but the Earth itself.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Lately Part 2.
The bits don`t fit anymore.
The calls are response driven,
Knee-jerk almost.
Not instinctive now.
I still like you,
And that makes it difficult.
Can see why we were a unit,
But also,
The mechanics of a puzzle are now
Flawed by absence.
I feel i am teetering on near resentment,
Drifting into a decayed death.
The bits do not fit anymore.
I carry on in a busy relentless despair,
Of a self-motivated recovery.
Wishing you were still in my life,
And not a fading memory.
poem by Peter Vealey
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Changing World
Changing world changeth
Waiting for none to stop!
Do I change or not is the question
If not where do I stand is the puzzle!
Born on the earth to reach a goal
Came to the world to play a role!
Can I change the shape or shape the change
Thoughts relevant in mind to face!
Await not but bring the change
Anticipate the effect of change
Unforeseen may be the end
Understand that is the world!
Be yourself and behave yourself
Keep the good of all, all the while!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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Conventions! !
I hate conventions!
I do hate conventions! !
Caged is creativity..
Irate becomes innovativity..
I hate conventions!
It's exasperating
It's frustrating
Rust-enhancing
Talent-annihilat ing
I hate it...
revolving around Black-Hole 'standards'
I hate it...
causes discrimination of being 'avant-garde'
Art is for expression
For thought-emanation
For beautiful imagination
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poem by Kushal Vaishnani
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Dualing Ideals
The voice of my souls sings aloud, for it has met yet another who shares in the fate that my angel has placed me. I am allotted such limited time as my fate strings together a most complex puzzle, yet peculiar emotion (if that is what it can be called) within my mind and body...Love
The soul weeps for those who passed while the heart feels pain from its near hollow disposition. The mind itself, simply burns with the resolve of another riddling facet...Hatred/Revenge
poem by Keenan Harris
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Grieving Like A Fulsome Song
Grieving like a fulsome song
Harps the exit of the loved
Wreaths will curtain on the pane
As with pain the loser sighs
Mournful irony will quip
That his loss is disguised boon
Lesser pain perhaps, but this?
We must let him still to weep
He will cry and rent the air
Quarreling with God or fate
Asking why it must be him
Puzzle no one can resolve
Quizzes of the same allure
Leaved etched lines above the eyes
Raised and stoic like the priest's
Causing one to age with speed.
poem by Samuel Nze
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Grieving Like a Fulsome Song
Grieving like a fulsome song
Harps the exit of the loved
Wreaths will curtain on the pane
As with pain the loser sighs
Mournful irony will quip
That his loss is disguised boon
Lesser pain perhaps, but this?
We must let him still to weep
He will cry and rent the air
Quarreling with God or fate
Asking why it must be him
Puzzle no one can resolve
Quizzes of the same allure
Leaved etched lines above the eyes
Raised and stoic like the priest's
Causing one to age with speed.
poem by Samuel Munachim
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As if it is a jigsaw
While your cigarette spirals into the air
you breasts against me
talk in an own language
making impressions with their form and fashion
awaking feelings and they feel fragile,
though firm and soft
and I wish that this hour, this dark night
could last forever,
that past daybreak
I can still embrace you like this
and you slim body surrounds me
catches me
as if I it is a puzzle,
wherein I fit precisely, perfectly
as if moments are destined
to be absolutely unique
and breathtaking.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Soul that Learns
Kill me once and twice,
Internal worries resist
As the killing of me would entice
The killing of you afterwards.
But bodies are souls
And minds are like matter
From the inner voice.
Dying is tragic as godliness is skilful,
My auctions are about with worry,
Indolent actions result from no pain,
So then worry and solve the puzzle
Of eternity, and spare me.
For sparing me causes me to
Be martyrs and saints,
Like the old regulatory laws
Fuelling the old self,
The soul of mystical learning.
poem by Naveed Akram
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What Is Life?
please help with this question
what is your suggestion
sure everyone wishes to know really
could it be where you drink freely
from an ever cool mystical fountain
a fellow poetess says, it is a mountain
where the winds blow ever so gently
i have heard others say differently
it is a puzzle - it is a test
please give the answer you think is best
my friends, what do you say?
you do not have to answer today
please consider and sleep on this
i think life is just for showing- love and bliss
poem by Rachel Nichols
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