Quotes about grasp, page 40
Today?
There was a day.
It wasn`t this.
It seemed the be all of everything.
Today?
But it was yesterday.
Who was fooling who?
There was a moment,
It wasn`t this.
You had it all in your grasp.
The power was with you.
You seemed alive beyond
Dispute.
But that was then, this is now.
And who is fooling who?
Maybe it was
All just an illusion anyway.
There was a day,
They said it was today!
poem by Peter Vealey
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A Walk
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-
and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
Translated by Robert Bly
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Gospel Truth
truth is not a closed
door or a fixed pillar
it is a seed growing
inside our heart and
looks for the light of
the sun until it wilts
because of too much
glare, ...truth is the sun
that keeps on shining
to the earth and sea..
truth is the earth that
keeps its orbit...truth
is the sea, it is wide
and deep, it is always
beyond and mysterious...
truth is word, slipping
from my grasp....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pray To God.
To pray to God no
Vigor is lost.
To wait for God no
Time is lost.
To plead to God no
Repute is lost.
To ask of God no
Breath is lost.
To move to God no
Hope is lost.
To lose to God no
Race is lost.
To obey to God no
Grasp is lost.
To hold onto God no
Desire is lost.
To believe in God no
Peace is lost.
To seek pardon of God
No virtue is lost.
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poem by Syed Anwar Yarkhan Jilani
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An apology for sadness
When, in the miser's eager gaze,
His countless treasures lie,
Then most his coward spirit sinks,
With dread of poverty.
And when I felt within my grasp,
The treasure of thy love;
The insatiate avarice of the heart
Fierce with my spirit strove.
It troubled the clear fountain where
My thirsting soul had quaffed,
And mingled tears of bitterness
With the delicious draft.
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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Never Put Off Until Tomorrow
Never put off until tomorrow,
what you can do today.
For when it comes tomorrow,
you will have forgotten
what it was you wanted to say.
Never leave it until tomorrow
or your chance would have gone away.
By leaving it until tomorrow
something could be out of your grasp,
The chance you had for happiness
might have up and flown away.
So never, put off until tomorrow,
what you can do today.
poem by David Harris
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Something to Sleep On
transcendent power of deep sleep
peace being able to let go of all we grasp
in the waking hours
straight forward wisdom
embodiment of poetry yet sails far beyond
Sad how the remains of my ambitious youth
cause me to over think. What accomplishment
cherished throughout ageless time?
In any case to each his own Something
people can relate to in this poem
that's all that really matters in any writing...
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Charade
While the collective mind mimes an idealised image
of reflected existence, a mystical mirage,
extrapolated, of an oasis of intelligence, -
control of one’s own destiny, freedom, independence, -
amidst an arid desert where reflection is precisely
the simple quality everywhere most lacking, -
a charade in which all connive, all give their backing, -
it thus retains some slender grasp upon its sanity.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Sociopath (2)
Yes, but no; the answer’s no.
Right but wrong, always wrong
Empathetically empty, emotions faked,
Faked very badly, not understood at all.
Laughter during pain, tears during anger
Smiles during misery and joy alike.
Constant confusion of the human state of mind
Reads fantasy books to try and grasp emotional reactions
Smile, yes; that’s how I should react,
Elude the emotions I constantly re-enact.
poem by Lenore Lee
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My Soul Weeps
I will weep and weep for you,
The world encaged you forcing you
Like the love of things
And the forgetting of death.
When you are dead, the art of living
Shall gain freedom, awaiting the return
Of the angels, the beauty perhaps
Or the pain of the Lord’s grasp.
There be knowledge, too, to know their folly
And strength, the single picture
So illuminated, late or soon,
But where is the last drop?
poem by Naveed Akram
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