Quotes about unused, page 5
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Numb must mind neglected soon become.
Unused, the senses atrophy as fear
Mirrors most murky message, morose, drear,
But real enough to strike the life-force dumb.
Energies renew, the time has come.
Rise, spread strong wings, all worries will appear
So many bugbears vain, the way will clear.
Change turns the tide of Fate, Death's distant drum
Holds no more terrors. As a rule of thumb
Advance towards enlightenment sincere,
Nascent opportunity, with cheer,
Generates new joys, fears overcome.
Exchange not freedom for a comfy cell,
Defy complacent custom and closed shell.
(27 July 1991)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Literato
Reason was left out
shivering in the cold
And a can of daylight was opened
and left unused on the counter
A container of afterthoughts
lay spilled on the coffee table
Newspaper sandwiches, dictionary bread
and commentary juice
were brought out on a tray
And we nibbled on bits of conversation
and politely left some verbs
and vowels on each napkin,
lest the host think we were crude
I crossed my leg and left my
participles dangling,
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poem by Midnights Voice
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The Scarecrows
i have been wanting to say
everything
yes everything from the most trivial
to the most important
those subdued
those concealed
those that beat in protest
those that can even kill me
or us
because we have been too meek
because we have been to subservient
to the dictates of restraints
look at us
emaciated with suppression
too guilty about unused freedoms
of tools shining inside the cabinets
of some disguises
look at us
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet 4: Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free.
Then, beauteous niggard why dost thou abuse,
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums yet canst not live?
For having traffic with thyself alone,
Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which usèd, lives th' executor to be.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Alfred
You are like the untapped love with torns and,
I am like the unused paradise in chains;
But, what had to be done should be done on this love.
The future matters and i have you in mind,
But you shouldn't hide behind the walls of Yerusalem!
For the requirements on this case can never be told.
From the Ottoman Empire to the present Empire in Rome,
I am courageously motivated to love you forever;
But, what had to done should be done on this love.
Alfred, my love to you is alaborated into extrem positions;
And, with a crude periscope through the dark tunnel,
But i will live on this love with you alone.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sonnet 4
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th' executor to be.
poem by William Shakespeare from Sonnets (1609)
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Les Millwin
The little Millwins attend the Russian Ballet.
The mauve and greenish souls of the little Millwins
Were seen lying along the upper seats
Like so many unused boas.
The turbulent and undisciplined host of art students-
The rigorous deputation from ‘Slade’-
Was before them.
With arms exalted, with fore-arms
Crossed in great futuristic X's, the art students
Exulted, they beheld the splendours of Cleopatra
And the little Millwins beheld these things;
With their large and anaemic eyes they looked out upon
this configuration.
Let us therefore mention the fact,
For it seems to us worthy of record.
poem by Ezra Pound
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Into Something New
he prepares into something.
it is new, the way to throw possibly all things,
those old polo shirts
unused shoes, so many back packs,
lessen the load, and
possible empty the house
and then what you see are only floors
and walls and
then you start removing those walls
and floors and
for the last time you go down the
stairs and
with the use of an ax you break
each step
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Close Of The Session
The Session's over. We must say farewell
To these east winds and to this eastern sea,
For summer comes, with swallow and with bee,
With many a flower and many a golfing swell.
No more the horribly discordant bell
Shall startle slumber; and all men agree
That whatsoever other things may be
A cause of sorrow, this at least is well.
The class-room shall not open wide its doors,
Or if it does, such opening will be vain;
The gown shall hang unused upon a nail;
South Street shall know us not; we'll wipe the Scores
From our remembrance; as for Mutto's Lane,
Yea, even the memory of this shall fail.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Tangled Sheets
See, You complain that the words
won't come, but last night
you wrote me out like an epic.
Your touch called me back to my body,
that unused thing.
I didn't know what to call it,
it was hardly even mine.
Just a costume, I borrowed
to hide what we all hide
under our skin.
You drew me
with the gesturing of hands.
You conjured me,
made me out of nothing
but an ache called desire.
I need the reminder
of your lips, the taking and being taken
The repeating chorus of your voice
singing out my name.
An encore dedicated
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poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
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