Perfect is a word to describe a person or thing that we look up to or that is pleasing to the eye. Nothing is truly perfect. The same is said in Romans 3:10-12.
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When asking to describe the size of something during a telephone repair support
I would say
"Is it bigger than a bread box?"
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When humanities voice, cries to rejoice...
Then the poet describes, a critical view to different tribes.
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The legacy of freedom is inscribed by those who envisioned a world liberated from tyranny, dared to challenge the fetters of oppression, and defended the pursuit of dignity and self-determination—ideals we must fervently uphold. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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"Reeds love rivers, as the fading and transitory things of the world delight us. If, however, anyone shall pluck up this reed from the Earth, and strip off it's useless parts, spoiling the old man with his deeds, and guide it by the hand of a Scribe writing quickly, it begins to be no more a Reed, but a Pen, which impresses the precepts of the Heavenly Scriptures on the Hidden Places of the mind and writes them on the Tables Of The Heart"
- St.Ambrose
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The existence of God is neither provable nor disprovable by science but only by personal experience. Science can only describe the natural world, but not the supernatural one. God is the source and the end of all existence, the ultimate mystery and the ultimate meaning.
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p.s. subscribe to Jesus...
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Could it be said that a rose has no beauty? I suppose. But the discriber would be a liar. and the lie would be a crime punishable by a few pricks of a rose thorn. For the beauty of a rose can never be hidden with such an ugly lie.
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Dynamic Days Describe the Destiny of Dreams
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I am not insulting you I am describing you.
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Indescribable—our love—and still we say
with eyes averted, turning out the light,
“I love you,” in the ordinary way
and tug the coverlet where once we lay,
all suntanned limbs entangled, shivering, white ...
indescribably in love. Or so we say.
('Ordinary Love' by Michael R. Burch)
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A black ringlet curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight...
This is what I remember
now that I cannot forget.
And tonight,
if I have forgotten her name,
I remember...
rigid wire and white lace
half-impressed in her flesh,
our soft cries, like regret
...the enameled white clips
of her bra strap
still inscribe dimpled marks
that my kisses erase...
now that I have forgotten her face.
('The Effects of Memory' by Michael R. Burch)
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It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling.
#dhaneshwardutt
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What is a POET? When the ink dries up, we scribble on stone. The words we share are our souls exhaling.
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Rant, Fight, Batter or Crib…..Step backwards and look at the place, where you just had been…..was that really you! Don’t repent, just change!
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Small but numerous, 'dots' make a line besides small steps lead to huge platform.
Small is an opposite to huge but together they just describe or exaggerate a life of human and these two words aligning together makes an easier one words to describe itself and its presence and i.e. 'patience'
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Within the hallowed walls of life we play with the dignities our pretense describes to children.
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Today there is a lot of concern about what are described as GMO food products and perhaps those fears may be warranted, but as researchers delve further into cross species gene splicing etc. and come up with a blue eyed, red headed carrot, I fear that they may have ventured somewhat astray.
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It boils down to this: either you control your life, or let someone or something else control you. To control your life, you must first become responsible or take responsibility for every aspect of it without ascribing blame
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I scribe only what the heart tells me to. In this collaboration, my heart is the Poet. JC Hawkens 4/2/2020
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Am I not more than god programmed flesh simply answering the scripted call as prescribed by my past.
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Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corn cribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to Kill a Mockkngbird.
Maudie Atkinson
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Prose describes what we see. Poetry describes how we feel when we see it.
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Follow your heart not people, Complete your work don't just scribble.
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The truth was buried in the family garden, back in 1984.In 2005, I returned to exhume what was hidden. Only to find myself being enclosed by dark, cloaked figures. Aware of snarling voices describing the shame I had inflicted. Hands Grabbing me by my throat. Hurled into a shallow grave. Wailing desperately like a banshee for my release. Inhaling soil, losing each breath. Rasping for air, suffocating in hollow ground. Buried alive alongside my childhood trauma, Laid deceased in a premature grave.
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"The way a person acts, describes his state of mind, mood, strategy for his next step, the goal for his work and much more but only when somebody observes that person selflessly!"
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Angel Food cake, tastes like the devil. Devils Food cake tastes heavenly, henceforth this is the instance that describes the moment, that the devil now takes the cake.
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If you want extraordinary results, your efforts should be extra-ordinary. If your efforts are ordinary, stop cribbing about ordinary results
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Using vulgarity in describing vulgarity is vulgar.
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Bad pages have the power to spoil a pen; Scribble carefully and consciously !!
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