Most of the parameters that we set, are formed with a duality from end to end, such as, black & white, right & wrong, good & evil, strong & weak, or receive & send.
Yet it's the shades or degrees that lie in between, that may approach the infinite, where little is absolute or guaranteed.
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After a few seconds without oxygen, where is the white man/woman or the black man/woman. They're all cadavers.
Hebert Logerie
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I talk in black and white
but feel in shades of grey.
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WHITE PEOPLE KILLED CHRIST
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There are no black and white photos, because they are just shades of grey.
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You are like a white light, placid behind the prism of shyness, but full of colours when you break free <3
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Zafar Supari killerz First priority is to disable or kill opponent through chemical drink or white powder.
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Zafar Supari killer uses white powder in water to kill.
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snow touches with love the forest trees and fields and every single thing with his cold fingers, and covers them all with a white blanket, whispering, now go to sleep...
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History all tyro in Black and White
Think about the prior losing recent,
But historic happened events,
when I remember
They Lent 440 volts elasticity current.
_______Bushan Singh Chib__
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Some lives are as white as a piece of paper from birth to decease, others are the brilliant colorful pictures.
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Cassidy Hutchinson is a modern Erin Brockovich except that in her case the well has been poisoned for the whole country. — Michael R. Burch
(Keywords/Tags: America, USA, patriotic, truth, justice, White House, Trump)
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Me bhi soch raha hun black money ko white karnay kay liye businessman ban jaon.
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Telling a White or Black lied isn’t for the other person protection. For it tells more about the ones telling the lies Charcter who’s in denial.
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- Peace, like white pigeons, should, in hidden realms, take flight -
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If you look at the world only in black and white, you can never see true color
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White in the shadows
I see your face,
unbidden. Go, tell
Love it is commonplace;
tell Regret it is not so rare.
Our love is not here
though you smile,
full of sedulous grace.
Lost in darkness, I fear
the past is our resting place.
('Ghost' by Michael R. Burch, keywords/tags: ghost, shadows, regret, relationship, smile, grief, dark)
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A white swan
parts the cherry-petalled pond
with her motionless breast.
—Roka, translation by Michael R. Burch
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I too have come to the cave;
within: strange, half-glimpsed forms
and ghostly paradigms of things.
Here, nothing warms
this lightening moment of the dawn,
pale tendrils spreading east.
And I, of all who followed Him,
by far the least . . .
The women take no note of me;
I do not recognize
the men in white, the gardener,
these unfamiliar skies . . .
('The Gardener’s Roses' ?by Michael R. Burch)
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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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Walk with me now, among the transfixed dead
who kept life’s compact and who thus endure
harsh sentence here—among pink-petaled beds
and manicured green lawns. The sky’s azure,
pale blue once like their eyes, will gleam blood-red
at last when sunset staggers to the door
of each white mausoleum, to inquire—
What use, O things of erstwhile loveliness?
('Completing the Pattern' by Michael R. Burch)
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The pain of love is this:
the parting after the kiss;
the train steaming from the station
whistling abnegation;
each interstate’s bleak white bar
that vanishes under your car;
every hour and flower and friend
that cannot be saved in the end;
dear things of immeasurable cost ...
now all irretrievably lost.
(Michael R. Burch)
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I found among the elms
something like the sound of your voice,
something like the aftermath of love itself
after the lightning strikes,
when the startled wind shrieks...
a gored-out wound in wood,
love’s pale memento mori—
that livid white scar...
('Memento Mori' by Michael R. Burch)
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Old pantaloons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to feel
that which they long most to steal.
Old panty loons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to steal
that which they long most to feel.
('Old Pantaloons' an Extended Chiasmus by Michael R. Burch)
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The biggest threat to any nation is not white supremacy, terrorists, nor corrupt government leaders.
The biggest threat to any nation is when that nation turns its back on God Almighty.
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The world remains colorful,
even when its pictures are black and white...
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“Life is never black and white as even at night stars are in sight , so even at times when life is dark light of hard work burns bright.”
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'Hurry Honey' the White House press secretary said... “Those conversations are ongoing, so any speculation about future economic proposals is premature and not a reflection of the White House’s thinking.”
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A rose as white as the driven snow,
is a rose that says “I love you so.”
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