Sometimes the Sun really burns me --
too clear, a blabber of truth...while
the moon a bit more sympathetic, willing
to hide some blemishes, though a
great-deal more deceptive when it
comes to matters of heart.
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The impossible is merely a temporary label we apply to the distance between our current reach and our eventual grasp
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"The rain can kiss you sweetly. The rain can beat on you. Yes, even the rain can sing you a lovely lullaby to sleep."
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If you want to call yourself a Poet, don’t let anyone speak on your behalf - speak in own poetic voice. Don’t let anybody else speak about your abuse, expériences or healing. You not only give away your poetic license, you give away your power to feel completely. Any trauma will be diluted in this way & your cycles of repressed emotion will remain repressed in fragments. Worse, it will be coloured by someone else calling themselves collaborators. This is a sophisticated form of power usurping.
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"Hearken, O Heaven, unto my labour upon the altar of verse! Let not the manifold artifices and rigid ordinances of poesy constrain the free and soaring flight of my spirit, which bends only unto the boundless realm of the Muses."
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The labour party rewards benefit seekers and scroungers, while robbing the working class.
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Only a fool labors under the misconception that he has no limitations.
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History is the study of past events, the disasters of the outrageous present and the nuclear apprehension of the next available future. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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“Collaboration is a process where two or more souls work together to exchange skills & create something new. It is not a process whereby a Poet enlists the skills of another Poet, who is obviously more talented, to upgrade her-his poem in order to win a contest or be listed as best poem. This is dishonesty on part of personalities involved. It is much worse than enlisting the aid of AI. It is called artistic corruption which will not aid personal or human evolution.”
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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The tailor who has just had his cut fingers stitched by the surgeon has gone back to his workshop with the surgeon’s torn lab coat to stitch it. Is that strange? Oh, no! Both men are experts on stitching. Hey, Friends, don’t you see we need one another? Let us all come together to stitch up the many cuts on our today’s troubled world. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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I'M NOT A SCHOLAR I'M SIMPLY A DISABLED POET UNCONTROLLABLE COMPULSIVE EXCESSIVE WRITING DISORDER I'M A SCHOLAR AT BEING ME I AM SIMPLY ME
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The tailor who has just had his cut fingers stitched by the surgeon has gone back to his workshop with the surgeon’s torn lab coat to stitch it. Is that strange? Oh, no! Both men are experts on stitching. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Religions are a contradiction, a collaboration of fiction.
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The art of war teaches us to rely not on the likelihood of the enemy's not coming, but on our own readiness to receive him; not on the chance of his not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable.--Sun Tzu?
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TRISTICH:The most well known being HIKU the English language version of HAIKU 'the phonetical&cultural original ' Japanese' poem form in verse freed from syllabic constraint within its triplicity of format&still inherently enigmatic with a caesura and surprise ending
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Kellie Marie Sherriff
"In the echoes of laughter, there lies a map to joy, guiding us through the labyrinth of life with its cheerful resonance."
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Mind who you respect, vent and loyal to, because when you're humble, people who don't value it. Label you weak, religious and fearful.
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Humility, leaves its lesson of labor that we can strive and be better than before... whereas arrogance, enjoys and displays a belief that we're already better, than those now chosen to ignore.
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As I have often said, I know nothing...my writing is another way of inviting others, who are perhaps yet somewhat bewildered as I, to join me with a word-candle in the labyrinth of human, poetic consciousness.
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One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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Easiest identifiable emotion comes from heart though relations exists in various forms. The community prefers to remain delude with easiest option available. Glamour, the most dominating illusion some how slips out of celluloid screens and transforms every single being.
Aligned with traditions and seen with respect, refurbished with values......life is much beyond.
Every life is a rhapsody deserving legacy... short yet beautiful... may we make it!
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From the lab to the field, from cells to societies, biotechnology carves the path from scientific insight to revolutionary applications. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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Some things can never be forgiven. Forgiving yourself for not forgiving, is enough forgiveness. (LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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Some things can never be forgiven. Forgiving yourself for not forgiving, is enough forgiveness. (LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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Witches were once burnt at the stake for being something other than who they truly were, at the hands of people, who were less than noble in mind and more sullied. (LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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Witches were once burnt at the stake for being something other than who they truly were, at the hands of people, who were less than noble in mind and more sullied. (LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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N matlab name jiska naam joda woh nakar padare..
Kana my son
Vaishali baskaran
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Zafar tun kehta hai palu kutay da putar, tera Matlab palu ka baap doggy, mum bich kutia, or palu katora Yani puppy, tujhay ye sab kaisay pata chala tera mukhbri ka network bara wasih hai baray khabri chor rakhay.
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Love cradles Sorrow for a while, comforting it in its arms, stroking it like a pet to be controlled, adored and loved, until Love realises that Sorrow needs free range to express itself. Eventually like all wild things, Sorrow needs to be released, to be transformed into something higher and more hauntingly beautiful. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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