Quotes about impetus, page 7
Like a seed
It’s impossible to force
A good piece of writing
It can only come from inspiration
It should flow from the mind
To the fingers and then
Through the keyboard
To the screen
A good piece of writing
Will come of it’s own volition
Without urging, yet with compulsion.
A certain musical phrase you’ve read
A lyrical play of words
That sticks in your mind
Can be the impetus for the lifting
Of the flood gates of inspiration
And once opened, has a compulsive
Addiction, that can be indulged freely
And yet will not be denied
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poem by David Whalen
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Grow The Seeds
It is desired to grow the seeds
Had remained always critical needs
Generations after generations are carried on
Many changes have taken place and time has gone
It has been divine wish to encourage the growth
Overall improvement in morality and in general or both
It needed clear foresight to provide the impetus
The nature is thus there to provide all inputs
Seasons make change and everybody easily finds
Spring definitely creates magic in human mind
Very nice and congenial atmosphere is created
The human mind favors and some change is recreated
Seeds are more important
Some thing should be poured instant
The changes take place
And there is emergence of new face
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Wild Desire For Life (Revised)
Silver crystal sandals, for final effect add in silver
shine magic pedicure, being Cinderella at the office
Grande Ball with best legal text quoting six different
Acts, enjoying challenges, French Level III pronouns
and regular verbs, fun - Je me suis bien
amusée
Red KJB pants with sandals, glory in flowers,
self-esteem anchored in poetic hands as days
pass, life enlarged in multi-layered waves
visible only when keeping the eye on inner
vision colouring every detail with great
energy, new consciousness created by
Silver cords and golden sound weaving life's
hologram - Schön blühende Heckenrosen und
Ade zur guten Nacht filling the spaces between
murmuring voices and loud laughter with wild
exclamations - beauty of inner peace in small
joys - adding trimmings to my workstation
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poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Métier of Blossoming
Fully occupied with growing--that's
the amaryllis. Growing especially
at night: it would take
only a bit more patience than I've got
to sit keeping watch with it till daylight;
the naked eye could register every hour's
increase in height. Like a child against a barn door,
proudly topping each year's achievement,
steadily up
goes each green stem, smooth, matte,
traces of reddish purple at the base, and almost
imperceptible vertical ridges
running the length of them:
Two robust stems from each bulb,
sometimes with sturdy leaves for company,
elegant sweeps of blade with rounded points.
Aloft, the gravid buds, shiny with fullness.
One morning--and so soon!--the first flower
has opened when you wake. Or you catch it poised
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poem by Denise Levertov
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I Will Sing With the Vultures
Perched upon the laggard headboard
Of the hostility in my brambly bed
With faint burns of my cigarettes
I had transformed into a vulturine—
Man in a bleak duty of scavenging
And this is not another incarnation
For my iron eyes divulged that
I had never been the meandering lion
And I do not only fritter to efface
These inveigling hatful of hope
But I had immolated my forlorn self
And give up my struggling to fit
In a caravansary of jocund fiesta-people
And regurgitate the impetus of solitude
Its ephemeral effect had its adverse
Consequence that is stronger
And that is that loneliness
Is but loneliness
And in this puzzle my sole compartment
Is a mausoleum upon my astray bed
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poem by Norman Santos
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Impetus of sinners
My eyes were not able to stare, actions delayed or seized
a kissed bit of neck, a response's lift, a caress long missed
Almost of a perjurer of my prime, odd self, a painter's easel,
a cross birth of desires - a fence of abandonment, a drizzle
of sea foam or tears! Of even moments, my senses surround
you, the same void remains, not to fulfill, a fortress abound...
Sea gulls weighing their flights above, lift high, a move on
and then become of air, uprising of senses, far of horizon...
Dusk! Kind of a glassy gray, the sky! Your breathing nimble,
all of another way subtle. Silences, adorned, at times feeble.
settled, tangible! All your internal spirits, one even touch...
You hushed! Was it a domain of yours? Or more to match?
Watching up high, as if you were an airy, rare adornment
or conquered in a sovereign domus of odd abandonment
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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Poem: Daily Intercession
What an amazing sight, it must be!
Seeing Christ seated on His throne,
as He offers a continual covering on behalf
of those that He considers His own.
Many have often wondered ‘why’,
as observed in the following question:
If Christ’s mission on Earth was fulfilled,
then ‘Why does He make for us daily intercession? ’
Beside Jehovah, robed in holy righteousness,
Christ, our personal defender, pleads our case;
for Jesus is uniquely qualified; He provides the grace
that allows us to humbly come before God’s face.
These selfless actions of The Advocate
are simply part of His redemptive plan;
against the backdropp of the glassy sea,
He ‘stands in the gap’ as the lawyer of man.
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poem by Joseph James Breunig 3rd
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Tom and Fatima
I saw your warm footprints, Fatima
They lingered in the sinking quartz
Stalled within the quaint wonder
That crossed this parceled paper
I saw them, standing with the colossus
Unruffled in the vapid slough of fire
A crawling inferno of treacherous
Skirmish waltz of phantom swords
And from this florid vantage
My solemn eyes rolled in naivety
To find my own footprints
Meandering supply and aimlessly
Caught in the inebriated throttle
Of the feral roars of hope
Traversing the dampen moss
Until abeyance congealed
When I saw our prints dissipate
As it crossed the enigma
Of the cesspool of ignorance
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poem by Norman Santos
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Incorrect
Of a reckless life,
Of a reckless act,
Of the windows of the odds in a society without a clue;
How many clues do i have to give before you make the right decision?
Come back to reality and come to the truth.
You are scurried away like bats and,
I am with the timid crowd outside;
But, come back to reality to gain your status in life.
Of my day,
Of your days,
Of our time to share together in life;
Sometimes we have to play together before we get what we want.
Soon it is time to get dressed for an occasion,
But do slide down to listen to the story;
Like love under the greenwood tree.
Reckless life and reckless acts,
When are my people going to learn? !
To the teacher,
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poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Verisimilitude of Grandiose II: The Fiesta
Unlatch the porticos of this colossal wardrobe
Titivated with banderitas and foxtrot musicales
And you shall find the serpentine-reposed bedlam
Hissing in the cacophony of a grandiose festival
Where everyone gorge upon the guilty pleasure
Of watching a picador ignite the wick of a skirmish
Brawl with the raging prongs of an uncouth bull
And their eyes flutter with the palming sway of the cloth
Painted in the incinerating passion of blood thirst
And the echoing roars of their squalid orifices
That is either hungry for a sloppy tongue sex
Or for a cigarillo, or a rum, or a chance
To spill out the teeming chutzpa and arrogance;
Unsheathes an impaling impetus to the picador
With his heart bursting on the creases of the seams.
Definitely, he is the idée fixe of the festivity
But the pantomimic cries of the spectators
Are not for the invigoration of the valiant exhibition
But for whetting the bull's smoldering horns
And for hasting the coiling death of the picador.
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poem by Norman Santos
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