Quotes about defect, page 9
Shared Intuitions
Mistake, or insight worth a second look
As printed with key code of cause, expect?
Rainbow skeins need braiding to effect
Interactions on an open book.
Excitement keeps hearts in the air, on hook.
Can intellects combine, twine, intersect,
Hearts’ energies spontaneous direct,
Rise to challenge, shed gobbledygook,
Ignore conventions set that overlook
Shared intuitions which interconnect
To filter chaff from grain, detect defect
Ignoble which life's books too often cook?
Now rule lure, unlured by rules harsh lined,
Expressing feelings with an open mind...
19 September 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Cause and The Defect
Angry?
Why?
Your delusions denied the truth.
With a booting done,
Of those you gossiped were disgruntled.
And were against your standards lived!
Angry?
Why?
You chose to accept the lies in your life,
As they are.
You campaigned to keep things the same,
And unchanged.
With a resisting quick of any reality mentioned.
Angry?
Why?
Those attempts tried to awaken you,
Led to arguments and lives disrespected and slandered.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Early Morning Walk
the night is gone
the rains stop
to start with
i take a walk
to greet the early
morning with the silence
of my heart to listen
to the songs of birds
high on those trees
as i tread the grass that
covers the path where some
friends used to walk
someone so active has
succumbed to cancer of
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet 149: Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not
Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not,
When I against my self with thee partake?
Do I not think on thee when I forgot
Am of my self, all tyrant, for thy sake?
Who hateth thee that I do call my friend?
On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon?
Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend
Revenge upon my self with present moan?
What merit do I in my self respect,
That is so proud thy service to despise,
When all my best doth worship thy defect,
Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?
But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind:
Those that can see thou lov'st, and I am blind.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Sonnet -All Men Are Imperfect, Poets Too
Why blame the Poet for the mess he writes;
All flowers bloom from stage of bud only;
Why blame the priest for poor funeral rites?
That is the way we do pray, sing, may be;
No one is perfect in his work at first;
Hard-work and time and luck, his mettle tells;
None have always the same hunger and thirst;
Nothing on earth quite uniformly sells.
By training much, one can become perfect;
Not all are geniuses, born or made;
The most perfect at times has some defect;
We don't know if our glory shall fade.
But Poets write just for the sake of it;
And very soon, they write out of habit.
poem by John Celes
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Submission to God
This body doesn’t belong to me;
The life within isn’t either mine;
Both born were from Your love divine;
I have no right o’er them truly!
Your love and kindness amaze me;
Your care and fondness is perfect;
My senses can’t detect defect;
Your heart of love is great simply.
And, yet I keep complaining much;
My human love can’t match Yours, God;
I have become imperfect, Lord;
I need Your grace, forgivness-touch!
Heal me, O God, my soul and heart;
Let all my weaknesses depart;
Rejuvenate each body-part;
Let my spiritual journey restart!
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poem by John Celes
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Convenient Killing Prophets Before Birth Born
Patty plays sunny day absorbed in her splash paddling pool.
Sybil collects classical art shells along future whisper seashores.
Terence writes last morality Roman plays into tide incoming sands.
Galileo Galilei seashore plays delight birth fathers modern sciences.
Einstein E = mc2 relativity realistic states nature equivalence principle
recognized 'right of individuals to say and think what they pleased'.
Stephen Hawking proves superiority of mind over frail sick bodies
black holes release energy light escapes on cusp rim event horizons.
But like Hitler unenlightened minds promote birth defect abortions.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Calling With a Voice Heard and Understood
One age we must leave.
To aspire to another.
To let whatever is to take place,
Be done.
And we too...
Must be done with it,
To let it do what we need to have happen.
Rapid mixture churns the blend.
Spinning on an axis to outreaches of the Universe.
In light years unnoticed by those of us,
Traveling in and upon it!
One age we must leave.
Like the peeling or the hatching...
Or a birth that occurs from one's womb.
Some may have wishes to stop to perceive,
Reflections mirrored in perfection!
Detecting a defect.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Which Disease You Suffer From?
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies thin suffer
from, 'Anorexia Nervosa'.
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies muscular suffer
from, 'Bigorexia Nervosa'.
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies perfect
suffer from, 'Athletica Nervosa'.
Those who are preoccupied with an
imaginary defect of their body
suffer from, Body Dysmorphic Disorder”.
Those who love their bodies
while yelling, “To hell with the world”
suffer from, “Narcissistic Disorder”.
Those who refuse to take care
of bodies while shouting, ” To hell with it”
suffer from, 'Diogenes Syndrome'.
Hey! Buddy, Which disease you suffer from?
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poem by Hitesh Sheth
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ELECTION DAY TOMORROW May 1st,2011
No binding referendums or death with dignity allowed,
No compulsory voting set by the establishment crowd,
And what media moguls don’t like, is swept under the rug,
Nothing can change so the Ottawa bureaucracy is smug.
No death penalty allowed by the politically correct,
But appointed Supreme Court allowed abortion-clinics defect,
Activists want injection sites for criminal drug addicts,
Maybe in between the abortion clinics but no conflicts.
And convicts seem to have little problems getting a weekend pass,
By soft parole boards or wardens or some other jackass,
But binding referendums are forbidden and not allowed,
And they wonder why so few bother to vote under this cloud.
poem by James Bredin
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