Quotes about impetus, page 4
The Blame Game
The mouse ate up my assignment
The snake ate up the mouse
The eagle ate up the snake and flew high above the heads
Inspiring and impetus
A hazy lapse
And the sky ate up the eagle
Then what?
The fumes ate up the sky
The fumes cultivated from our desires and greed
Outgrowing and blazing
Then what?
I ate up the fumes
Sedated and rejuvenated
All set to get back on track
A midnight lapse
And the assignment ate me up!
poem by Falky Flakes
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Ultimate Sacrifice
A woman giving birth
Replenishes Mother Earth
Mother Nature’s humanity and myriad mirth
Destruction of Life by bombs and war
The universe will always abhor
Annihilation, war’s consummate whore
The stars cry innocent blood galore
Bodies of blood from shore to shore
The death of Life by bombs and war
A woman birthing Life
The Ultimate Sacrifice
Nothin man-made can suffice
The female impetus-the incomprehensible birth-rite
The Ultimate Sacrifice
A Woman giving Life
poem by Josephine DixonBanks
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For Starters
It's a beginning we all love
more than a middle or ending
the impetus that prompted us
fails, itself expending.
Just as we jump up to see
the newly-risen sun
the heart rejoices ardently
its enterprise begun.
No one remembers the cities in embers
that ended the crusades-
but the way they started's abundantly charted,
the surfeit of fervor and grace.
Entropy compounds. The sea gnaws the shore,
the best knit nets snap and tear
Gods and empires in bogs go down
as Becoming trudges tiredly to Was.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Like A Branded Note
Selflessness is best
But insanity is contagious...
Where friendship disembarks
A whole ship of fools...
Better to jump overboard
Than to cast your lot
Among those whom evil has caught
In dirty pool...
My bay be solitude
Cast off without fortitude
The night remains my harbor friend
Where daytime ceases not to pain...
Wings without feathers cease to flap
Lacking impetus-they waxen flat
A conscience inside a bottle afloat
And my life rolled up
Like a branded note...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Regarded As Frivolous
The ability to acquire and purchase things,
Should not be the impetus...
That begins to establish one's self esteem.
Or that which stimulates an incentive wished,
Should not be the catalyst...
That provokes with a teaching,
The reason why anyone seen...
Appears with a feeling to be successful,
With talents and 'gifts'.
Since an integrity gained to maintain,
May come from one's awakening...
To finally recognize one's identity.
And that's it.
Everything else one has and obtains,
Maybe regarded as frivolous.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cradle the Lion's Grave
The meandering Lion, impaired by a trance
Of feral instinct and hedonistic impetus
Torn to avert or succumb his fated tragedy
But only festoons the lion's unwritten fable
Ensconced by the eaves of pure enigma
Slithering the ornate tangling forlorn forest
Whilst the Moon stroke the fiery wisps
Of his cynical golden tresses and bastion
Grazing on his poignancy to submission
And scintillating a cordial theme park
Clandestine with a selfish feisty carnival
From the Lion's lacerations that stalls
Upon the labyrinthine forest's walls.
poem by Norman Santos
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Will
Dissect a passing notion into parts,
look deep within the workings of the mind,
observe the neuron map an idea charts
and study each synaptic cleft confined.
It's staggering, to count the steps involved
and contemplate our ignorance of how
the thought deterministically evolved
and registered succinctly in the brow.
This cavalcade of causes and effects
electrical and chemical, in train,
requires aware reaction which reflects
the impetus of pleasure and of pain.
Unconscious hidden pathways underlie
the unfree will which constitutes an ‘I'.
poem by Diane Hine
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Love Out Of Compassion
Love, materialistic, expects returns.
Love, physical, expects responses.
Love from compassion has no condition,
Where pleasure of loving is the reward.
To perpetuate only happiness
One must head towards love freedom compassion.
For others to be happy,
Practise compassion.
For you to be happy,
Practise compassion.
Love without compassion
Is body without life.
To get the impetus
To show compassion to one
Who is in expectation,
Imagine he would die soon,
And it would generate
In you enough pity.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet 2: Mortal (Petrarchan)
The garden state of Eden soon proved stale
to plucky and inquisitive young Eve
So she decided she would rather leave
than have that boring status-quo prevail.
Now ever since we mope, be-moan and rail,
throw up our hands, tear out our hair and grieve
Pray fervently that there may be reprieve
from naughty-Eve inflicted mortal jail.
But may I say a word in her defence-
How could immortal life hold any charm,
when every game we play derives it's sense
from striving 'gainst the impetus of harm.
There could not be a purpose more intense
than racing to elude death's shrill alarm.
poem by Diane Hine
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You must open
You must open your window
Give access and allow
I shall touch the idle nerve
That may ideally serve
The poetry may come into life again
Just too express agony and pain
But you shall be revived
In world again to be survived
Poetry is never written in sleep
That gospel must be in mind to keep
As it may surface with little impetus
You are back again in life for us
Don't die virgin
As it has no meaning
Life has to offer flowers
With beautiful rainy showers
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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