Quotes about ness, page 7
There Is Sadness in Knowing / I Will Never Be Young Again
There is Sadness in knowing
I will never be young again-
Never dream of Love
As if it were the Paradise of the world
Never tremble before so many possibilities
Never be so wholly confused by my own dreams-
The Young have Hope and Beauty
And the First-ness of many things
And I have the pretence of Wisdom
And the regret of one who was never wholly young
even when young.
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poem by Shalom Freedman
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Loneliness-
l'one, l'un, one;
li, lig, ly, a way of making nouns adjectives;
ness, keit, hood, a state of ensemble:
Words are funny:
sooner or later, the many
suture in one
seamlessly, seemlessly
regardless of their roots-
trade in the street
on the worth of seeming;
hybrid chimerae
fit for currency
light to bear that
like the sheen on the pear
suddenly, suddenly
dazzle with new meaning.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Beauty at scrutiny
Beauty is born of novelty
And dies of banality
Beauty is born of rarity
And dies of disuse.
Beauty is born of formidability
And dies off familiarity.
Beauty is born of forbidden ness
And dies of togetherness.
Beauty is born in conquest
And dies of another conquest.
In net, beauty is born in one’s arrival
And dies in one’s overstaying.
A thing of a fresh one is a joy for ever.
03.03.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Look inside
Crimson shrieked into
An audible blush
Hush
And listen into quite ness
Of the new day
Squelchs the black of night
A wakening of hunger
Only to be fed
By the most passionate
Of love
The first glow of the
Footlights.
Shines on her as she appears.
Ever so softly.
The maiden of the velvet night.
Her head turns towards me
Casting a deep looking stair
Feeding the hunger
That controls my every thought.
poem by Howard Johnson
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The Simple Beauty
The simple beauty of the frozen sadness
Than tears of the blue is not much less
And not much more than beauty of the clouds
Inside the rain, to rain the flaky crowds.
But green inside the beauty as the winter keeps
Means more than grass of sorrow as the beauty weeps.
And eyes of green can see it in the whisper's ness
As their tears of blue than yours are not much less.
(dedicated to Alfred Lord Tennyson)
poem by Marieta Maglas
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A hand mirror
lightning
thunder
the storm
the calm
the chill
a hand mirror
my eyes
my nose
mouth
hair
face
a hand mirror
anguish
fear
pain
joy
happi ness
a hand mirror
spring
summer
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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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On the Wings of Pettiness
I am grateful not to ride,
On the wings of pettiness.
With those who live as isolationists.
This experience of life given,
Is a tremendous gift.
One should explore unlimited.
I am often reminded of my human-ness.
By others who live their lives in restrictions.
And I understand that point of view too well.
Before a self examination...
Removed my grip on delusions I depicted.
Without hesitating to throw a balled fist I held!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Music and love everywhere
I'll bring out the charge of the love brigade,
It's winter in the air once again,
Once a year it'll come again,
The songs of Christmas in a parade
Giving out all the joy to all,
Give a little love and joy to you,
Take a little love and joy from me,
I want to share it with you
The bells will be ringing,
With music and love everywhere,
The joy ness of being happy,
Will be fun like a happy millionaire
9/12/08
poem by Paul Prescott
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No Progress Unless
A movie from 1966
a real period piece
late, I cannot sleep
due to the allergy
so horrible, I do not
wish it on my enemy
Cannot lie down at all
only on the cold floor
dreaming is not easy
when I feel ill; spiritual
purpose of suffering is
never to suffer again
I am not making much
progress unless reading
Seth Speaks for esoteric
information on multidi-
mensional conscious-
ness and reality
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poem by Margaret Alice Second
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I Hear Music From The Wind
i hear music from the wind
it 's the arias of the diva air.
i hear the sad song from the conch
i keep it singing in my ear
i see the great love from the rays of the sun
spreading
embracing me this early morning
i taste the coffee-ness of coffee from the cup
i love the sweetness of sugar the creaminess of cream
i love the liveliness of life
i dance its dance and sings its songs and taste its taste
i face all things sitting down
in a lotus position
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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