Quotes about puzzle, page 25
Sonnet: The Futility of Man’s Labors
The ‘why’ of many things is still unknown;
The ‘how’ of certain things, puzzle remains;
The ‘where’ of many things is lesser known;
The ‘when’ of certain things, waxes and wanes.
Most earthly matters are not lucid still;
Most divine things are known not in the least;
Most human achievements are by the ‘will’;
Most natural phenomena aren’t yet pieced.
Sojourn of man on earth has done nothing;
Life-span of man is too short to achieve;
It matters not whether pauper or king;
The man of wisdom does in God believe.
The greatest feats of man on earth are naught;
Compared to Nature, man’s work is a dot!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-13-2008
poem by John Celes
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Danielson
The facts of the truth are made bare for you to see but,
My poem will dropp on you like the rain;
For love is all that i bring to you.
Multiple orgasms,
It is not beyond you when the muse tolls;
For it is like physiology and psychology,
But don't be like a wolf in a sheep's skin on this love.
Danielson,
Most sex acts are more of lust than love;
And of the same time and of the same act!
But this act of love is like,
Taking in the waters of your sweetheart! !
For love is the food of the mind and,
Truth is the food of the heart.
The tales of yesterday is already gone and,
I will keep you in mind always;
And like the puzzle for the gateway for two.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Roving
Some
like to drink with friends
front of the house
where ladies pass by
Most
wives stay at home
and hide their sorrows
Many
families love a new house
beside the sea
the seagulls are joys
as company
We
are here in love with poetry
and most them, many at time,
not just some
wonder, what is this delight?
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Is Sure
LOVE KNOWS NO BOUNDARY
BUT IS IT NECESSARY?
TO LOVE IT ON ONE SIDE AND PUZZLE ALSO BESIDE
THAT EXPOSES GAME
NO ONE IS TO BE BLAMED
LOVE IS BLIND
YET WE NEED TO TAKE CARE AND FIND OUT
IS IT, IN FACT, UNIAUE AND ESPECIALLY TO TALK ABOUT?
LOVE HAS ITS ROOTS
NO ONE IN AIR CAN SHOOT
AFFORDS LESS TIME TO ENJOY FRUIT
PROVIDED MALE AND FEMALE ADJUST AND SUIT
LOVE IS NO ACCOMODATION
NEITHER IT IS COMPROMISE NOR A SPECIAL RELATION
IT IS BOND AND THAT MUST EXIST FOREVER
TO BE SEEN IN PUBLIC AND WALKED TOGETEHR
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Paper Has Beauty
Paper is beauty
If you look with
Your heart
Your mind
Writings mingling
Letters and lines
Grinding pencils
To faceless parchment
Allowing yourself
Your soul
Your expressions
Come and go
Or anything for your eyes
Placed on a page
Mystery, riddle, Puzzle
And paint
Many Methods
Use to guide
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poem by Howard Johnson
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Recalculation
Place and Time no meaning may retain
As Time and space skeins melt down, disappear,
Sounds, colours, perfumes magic merge, as here
Calculations fail, all trammels vain.
A new day dawns, whose joys shall e’er remain.
Lightning fast love came, must last a mere
Eternity or two, to cleanse, make clear.
Patterns fit, hope’s picture fills life’s train
Advances, puzzle pieces finds, can gain
Some insight into mysteries to steer
Consciousness through dreams till dreams appear
As true to life as life whose sun won’t wane.
Look, thus, no further for those answers which
Each seeks to weave life’s blessings, joys to stitch.
(5 August 1999/acrostic sonnet Pascale)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Insignificantly Significant
Millions of particles,
Making up my body.
Millions of bodies,
Making up a world.
Millions of worlds,
Making up a universe.
Removed from this,
I feel alone.
Yet, I am a piece of the puzzle.
A part of a bigger picture.
Insignificantly significant.
One infected cell spreading.
Affecting the body,
Eventually, killing the host.
One infected host spreading.
Eventually killing the world.
One cell at a time,
One person at a time.
But in order to heal the world,
The host must heal first.
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poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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The Infrequency of Emotion
Emotion infrequent disappears to a heap of bones.
The bodiless become intimate,
separated by their infrequency
and lack of affection.
Nothing is in proportion.
Their association leaves implication undetectable.
Dream this art of Shakespeare,
grasp the emotionality of consequence.
Wrong is the face of illogical discrimination,
A hundred considerations putting more emphasis
on the possessed to express the grave truth.
Eyes know anything they imagine.
The blind see better than most.
Together this deadened world
furnishes a puzzle,
colored with soul.
Built into an architecture of virtue,
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poem by Dylan Shears
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Abruptly Turned Off
When the pieces are forced to fit...
With a bothersome puzzle,
Now being resisted.
Become a wasted adventure.
Will those doing it ultimately discover...
For them this has been no benefit?
And all conflicts they have created,
Have finally come to an end.
While those of a higher consciousness,
Await patiently for the ones to lose what they've done.
With minds that are finding,
What they sought will not be won!
And,
All signs they ever had any consciousness...
Any at all,
That had existed...
Vanishes!
As if a switch...
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sort Of Action
The action befitting me decapitates me
In the understanding of tomorrow, a castration
Of the brain, and all its ideals housed in it.
The captivation catches your breath
With minute breaths, the real Caribbean.
My cavalryman rides and gallops towards the East
In a sort of whimper, and all its understanding
Is of men, the dejections surround it,
Derelictions are after it, futility is the puzzle,
Destruction becomes its consciousness,
Depreciation is the main complaint.
The duplication of deeds surrounds us all,
Always your show is on the road.
After the destination has been reached a work
Handles the sphere of worlds and the wildish
Escape causes one to err and shine like darkness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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