The mind is a danger if left to wander,
going after all that it wants to plunder,
haunting its hunger like a mad hunter,
flexing its power and then to ponder—
Did it make a mistake?
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"Time flies swiftly; the power to harness it and put it to productive use lies with you." - Katheliyer
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Time is ours in a way -- forward and back, present...out of all we have collectively seen and correctly imagined enough to chose from and prosper~ or keep going down in flaming defeat.
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Any senseless poem that fails the reader's expectation should be tossed into the trash bin. Write something that inspires,, let emotions flow with harmony.
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Death flutter, the last defense!
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Love—that invisible, divine radiance springing from the depths of our soul—travels toward the soul we love, and that soul, like a mirror, reflects it back to us... for us!
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“You have to be able to validate yourself as a Poet. There are thousands of poems floating around and not everyone will enjoy your particular poem > neither should you expect them to > that’s OK. But someone out there will resonate or you would not have been called upon to articulate it.” GhairoDanielsQuotes
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When duty becomes a daily chore, life become heavy and burdensome - a thistle lodged in the flesh; but when borne with love and sacrifice, it becomes a perfect beauty.
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If some things come in, then there must be a way out,
And if you could find no way out,
then it becomes a thistle in the flesh.
For one's destiny is not born, nor written in pain or in fate,
But created through it.
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In every dark, a flicker of light --
Why I advocate dreams….
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When I add water to the birdbath each morning, lots of bees show up to take drinks while birds approvingly tweeting. The little colorful love-birds are the bravest, flapping around me while in my connected process. Water, birds, bees, dogs, fleas...somehow it all works out for the best when each does its small part.
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Alike the moon we wax and wane, until the day we doubt the flame.
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Marvelous how water can bend, break, flow around something and then be whole again....
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I do not want anyone to truly understand me, because my conflicts exist beyond the limits of this world's understanding.
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we see news, we believe it; we flip channels and rumour uproars. The fact never explained itself, it never will. If the belief is fragile n perception is as tender as the waters upon which any body can cause ripples; then it's good to flip channels and stay entertained.
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lay in a hammock, breathe, drift, sway, float, surrender_ let go
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A legacy is not what we leave behind in vaults or records, but the fragments of perspective we have planted in the minds of those we influenced.
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I don't trust the mirror, till I've had a second cup of coffee. Then I squint when I shave, helps with reflection. Actually, a shave for me is just a trim, never letting the mirror truthfully in.
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Love is akin to the sea, ebbing and flowing constantly.
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Clouds are a delight to the eye, supreme paintings floating in the sky.
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As we converse with computers, there comes a need for a contraction of 'she/he/it', most naturally 'sheit'. With an emphasis on the 'h', to reflect the dual genders. A particularly able instance thereof might be termed 'deep sheit'. And conversely, a potential dismissal might be referred to as 'sheit's going down'.
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The waves of life flow back and fro, looking for the place to go.
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Let the fires come, for the heart does not flee to hide—it runs to be consumed by the very music we create.
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"Flowers are kissed by the rain as they get a bath."
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A half-full theater in a big city is statistically amazing. Only a small change in the probability of any inhabitant being in the theater would have it empty or overflowing.
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Dear ladies , Don't be a flower vase in your life ever, because you have a right to tell everyone which flower you want in your life......
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When one’s soul aches and the tears flow, somewhere there’s a angel who’ll soften the blow.
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What we plant, how we nurture will be our fruits -- how future generations of our ways will know -- and how God will decide, in His graceful time if humanity to terminate or continue to hopefully let flow.
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"!! IT'S A CHALLENGE TO UNDERSTAND THE POSITION IN WHICH FAITH AND REFLECTION OF RESPECT IS TRANSPARENT!!"
R.jrtanmb Aghori
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With me poetry is about subduing one's conditioned mental reflexes, and allowing purer inert forces to take control of the stylus. In short, poetry should be about transcending the physical into realms of the metaphysical. The heart of great writing is spiritual and not commercial. One must take the "I" out of a work as much as creatively possible.
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