Quotes about puzzle, page 27
Dreams
To anyone who can dream
And then awaken,
Remembering the impossibility
Of what was only mirrored
In your mind,
During a given night,
Actually happened there...
Dreams arrive not from nowhere
But from somewhere else,
A strive vehicles of memory,
Transcribed within the space
Of a plaid network...
The puzzle of Faith, Hope,
Truth, Beauty, Love and Peace
Surrounding the Earth,
Claims of Spirit! ...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Sunday Morning,2p.m
Morning dawns slowly through the smoke
its gentle nudging wakes me from my from my sleep
Bodies, mounds of sweating flesh, scattered on the floor
Their figures smell like morning breath, though they don’t know what morning’s for.
And dead eyes stare, glassy, red and sore
straining through a murky fog.
Glistening yellow skin stirs,
ripe aubergine lips
A dying frog croak calls for aspirin
Or anything to quell the pain;
some cough drops for the grater in my throat
And anything to get my swollen belly flat again.
Ghostly, spectral figures float vaguely through the fog
Their mouths and eyes as blurry as their thoughts
a jigsaw puzzle memory with the edges gone
vanished in a world of Sunday’s.
poem by Jack Turner
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As the Eagle fly.....
raise my tears like a thousand million flowers,
blooming to spell the silent of the sting of the bee,
in the nectar of the sitting sun
whisper my thought of the wisdom i fought,
from the hide away haven of
an angelic voice, orchestrated my
deepest memoirs while i sleep my lavish poise
oh! come my transcending eyes,
the rising sky has
gone to high, never looks the same, as the moving
streams wish no pain
past the day, when you're still young and leave
each moment the puzzle to stand,
for the eagle eye sees
the wind and touch the goggling zoom to fly in the
sky
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poem by Antonio Liao
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The Civil War
I am torn in two
but I will conquer myself.
I will dig up the pride.
I will take scissors
and cut out the beggar.
I will take a crowbar
and pry out the broken
pieces of God in me.
Just like a jigsaw puzzle,
I will put Him together again
with the patience of a chess player.
How many pieces?
It feels like thousands,
God dressed up like a whore
in a slime of green algae.
God dressed up like an old man
staggering out of His shoes.
God dressed up like a child,
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poem by Anne Sexton
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Gentle Soul
lying gently in the phantom of opera,
hammock the gentle sleep of forever
goodbye.... glad remembering
tears depart form the agonizing eye
view the sky of towering halos of
joy; angelic white robes bringing voice
of alluring sweet sleep.....embrace
hello dear soul, the silent of the lamb
says no more and the distance flight
sober the sky for the mild surrender,
hold the breathless echo of the soul
saying....the last return
cooled and happy viewed the sparkling
mid-night sky, rejuvenate the graving
stone crystal white of wonder.....silent
lost the pilgrim
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poem by Antonio Liao
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Life...
What is this puzzle that perplexes me?
This one true mystery or perhaps misery.
The breath of life has seeped into my soul,
Yet the answers of life have failed to make me whole...
How many questions must this lost soul ask,
Before my one true path is revealed to task.
An endless sea crashes onto the shore,
Made from the tears of what is no more...
A storm has danced across this land,
Wiping out what once may have been so grand.
All towers of tribute have rusted away,
Laid to rest with flowers to brighten the day...
For to live, love and respect is the grand design,
To this master plan we are confined.
For all is planned without a plan,
Perhaps one day I shall know who I am...
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poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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To the Poet
In different clearness of rays,
In addling amalgam of visions
We always live in world’s things’ reign
With its triad of space division.
And spreading borders of this life,
Or multiplying forms by fable,
To hide your I from not-I’s eyes
You will be never-never able.
This power’s your leading star,
It has your God and nature’s law,
And before it, it’s pale and far –
The Art, belittling things’ great role.
You can not flee from slaving reign
To look for charms of airy smears,
The deepness is not verse’s main,
But just a puzzle which it bears.
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poem by Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky
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The Great Divide
If you are that kind of person,
Who does not understand...
That pieces of a jiggsaw puzzle,
Creates a completed picture...
As an end result,
Of putting those pieces together...
You are one of those people seeking,
Answers to your questions.
And no one seems to have the patience.
You are on the other side of the great divide.
If you are that kind of person,
Who needs little explanation to what is observed...
You appear to have a peace of mind.
And have adjusted through changing times.
You have been the kind most likely misunderstood.
The power of faith is in your face.
There is a comprehension sustained that is maintained.
With a quiet calmness carried within obtained.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hunting For Jaguars
The old charts are in the world,
Laughter gropes and gapes at the moist
Ones, who see five kilometers,
In the fog and mist when they die.
In a few days, promises felt like ordinariness,
To poke at the replies of the innocent
Is like rain and fortune,
Of the moonless nights.
I hunt for jaguars and they burn me,
Then geography stays at the building
To be obscure in readings of writings,
My laid ones are the words.
I had no wish to keep saying,
The verses from fortunate people
Kept on ringing towards the end.
Cunning failures terribly swore at the mirror
In the deserts of the higher folk.
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poem by Naveed Akram
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They Miss You
there is always that feeling
of wanting to go
somewhere
rushing
*
only to be overtaken
by that feeling
of wanting to go back
again
to the same place where
you just left
a moment
ago
*
simply because
they miss you
& you miss them too
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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