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“All at once, something wonderful happened, although at first, it seemed perfectly ordinary. A female goldfinch suddenly hove into view. She lighted weightlessly on the head of a bankside purple thistle and began emptying the seedcase, sowing the air with down. The lighted frame of my window filled. The down rose and spread in all directions, wafting over the dam’s waterfall and wavering between the tulip trunks and into the meadow. It vaulted towards the orchard in a puff; it hovered over the ripening pawpaw fruit and staggered up the steep faced terrace. It jerked, floated, rolled, veered, swayed. The thistle down faltered down toward the cottage and gusted clear to the woods; it rose and entered the shaggy arms of pecans. At last it strayed like snow, blind and sweet, into the pool of the creek upstream, and into the race of the creek over rocks down. It shuddered onto the tips of growing grasses, where it poised, light, still wracked by errant quivers. I was holding my breath. Is this where we live, I thought, in this place in this moment, with the air so light and wild? The same fixity that collapses stars and drives the mantis to devour her mate eased these creatures together before my eyes: the thick adept bill of the goldfinch, and the feathery coded down. How could anything be amiss? If I myself were lighter and frayed, I could ride these small winds, too, taking my chances, for the pleasure of being so purely played. The thistle is part of Adam’s curse. “Cursed is the ground for thy sake, in sorrow shalt thou eat of it; thorns also and thistles shall it bring forth to thee.” A terrible curse: But does the goldfinch eat thorny sorrow with the thistle or do I? If this furling air is fallen, then the fall was happy indeed. If this creekside garden is sorrow, then I seek martyrdom. I was weightless; my bones were taut skins blown with buoyant gas; it seemed that if I inhaled too deeply, my shoulders and head would waft off. Alleluia.”

Source: PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK

“Shadow is the blue patch where the light doesn’t hit. It is mystery itself, and mystery is the ancients’ ultima Thule, the modern explorer’s Point of Relative Inaccessibility, that boreal point most distant from all known lands. There the twin oceans of beauty and horror meet. The great glaciers are calving. Ice that sifted to earth as snow in the time of Christ shears from the pack with a roar and crumbles to water. It could be that our instruments have not looked deeply enough. The RNA deep in the mantis’s jaw is a beautiful ribbon. Did the crawling Polyphemus moth have in its watery heart one cell, and in that cell one special molecule, and that molecule one hydrogen atom, and round that atom’s nucleus one wild, distant electron that split showed a forest, swaying?”

Source: PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK

“Xerxes, I read, ‘halted his unwieldy army for days that he might contemplate to his satisfaction’ the beauty of a single sycamore. You are Xerxes in Persia. Your army spreads on a vast and arid peneplain…you call to you all your sad captains, and give the order to halt. You have seen the tree with the lights in it, haven’t you? You must have. Xerxes buffeted on a plain, ambition drained in a puff. Your men are bewildered…there is nothing to catch the eye in this flatness, nothing but a hollow, hammering sky, a waste of sedge in the lee of windblown rocks, a meager ribbon of scrub willow tracing a slumbering watercourse…and that sycamore. You saw it; you will stand rapt and mute, exalted, remembering or not remembering over a period of days to shade your head with your robe. “He had its form wrought upon a medal of gold to help him remember it the rest of his life.” We all ought to have a goldsmith following us around. But it goes without saying, doesn’t it, Xerxes, that no gold medal worn around your neck will bring back the glad hour, keep those lights kindled so long as you live, forever present? Pascal saw it; he grabbed pen and paper and scrawled the one word, and wore it sewn in his shirt the rest of his life. I don’t know what Pascal saw. I saw a cedar. Xerxes saw a sycamore.”

Source: PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK

“You are God. You want to make a forest, something to hold the soil, lock up energy, and give off oxygen. Wouldn’t it be simpler just to rough in a slab of chemicals, a green acre of goo? You are a man, a retired railroad worker who makes replicas as a hobby. You decide to make a replica of one tree, the longleaf pine your great-grandfather planted- just a replica- it doesn’t have to work. How are you going to do it? How long do you think you might live, how good is your glue? For one thing, you are going to have to dig a hole and stick your replica trunk halfway to China if you want the thing to stand up. Because you will have to work fairly big; if your replica is too small, you’ll be unable to handle the slender, three-sided needles, affix them in clusters of three in fascicles, and attach those laden fascicles to flexible twigs. The twigs themselves must be covered by “many silvery-white, fringed, long-spreading scales.” Are your pine cones’ scales “thin, flat, rounded at the apex?” When you loose the lashed copper wire trussing the limbs to the trunk, the whole tree collapses like an umbrella. You are a sculptor. You climb a great ladder; you pour grease all over a growing longleaf pine. Next, you build a hollow cylinder around the entire pine…and pour wet plaster over and inside the pine. Now open the walls, split the plaster, saw down the tree, remove it, discard, and your intricate sculpture is ready: this is the shape of part of the air. You are a chloroplast moving in water heaved one hundred feet above ground. Hydrogen, carbon, oxygen, nitrogen in a ring around magnesium…you are evolution; you have only begun to make trees. You are god- are you tired? Finished?”

Source: PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK

“Last year I had a very unusual experience. I was awake, with my eyes closed, when I had a dream. It was a small dream about time. I was dead, I guess, in deep blank space high up above many white stars. My own consciousness had been disclosed to me, and I was happy. Then I saw far below me a long, curved band of color. As I came closer, I saw that it stretched endlessly in either direction, and I understood that I was seeing all the time of the planet where I had lived. It looked like a woman’s tweed scarf; the longer I studied any one spot, the more dots of color I saw. There was no end to the deepness and variety of dots. At length I started to look for my time, but, although more and more specks of color and deeper and more intricate textures appeared in the fabric, I couldn’t find my time, or any time at all that I recognized as being near my time. I couldn’t make out so much as a pyramid. Yet as I looked at the band of time, all the individual people, I understood with special clarity, were living at that very moment with great emotion, in intricate, detail, in their individual times and places, and they were dying and being replaced by ever more people, one by one, like stitches in which wholly worlds of feeling and energy were wrapped in a never-ending cloth. I remembered suddenly the color and texture of our life as we knew it- these things had been utterly forgotten- and I thought as I searched for it on the limitless band, “that was a good time then, a good time to be living.” And I began to remember our time. I recalled green fields with carrots growing, one by one, in slender rows. Men and women in bright vests and scarves came and pulled the carrots out of the soil and carried them in baskets to shaded kitchens, where they scrubbed them with yellow brushes under running water. I saw white-faced cattle lowing and wading in creeks. I saw May apples in forests, erupting through leaf-strewn paths. Cells on the root hairs of sycamores split and divided, and apples grew spotted and striped in the fall. Mountains kept their cool caves and squirrels raced home to their nests through sunlight and shade. I remembered the ocean, and I seemed to be in the ocean myself, swimming over orange crabs that looked like coral, or off the deep Atlantic banks where whitefish school. Or again I saw the tops of poplars, and the whole sky brushed with clouds in pallid streaks, under which wild ducks flew with outstretched necks, and called, one by one, and flew on. All these things I saw. Scenes grew in depth and sunlit detail before my eyes, and were replaced by ever more scenes, as I remember the life of my time with increasing feeling. At last I saw the earth as a globe in space, and I recalled the ocean’s shape and the form of continents, saying to myself with surprise as I looked at the planet, “yes, that’s how it was then, that part there was called France.” I was filled with the deep affection of nostalgia- and then I opened my eyes. We all ought to be able to conjure up sights like these at will, so that we can keep in mind the scope of texture’s motion in time.”

“Were the earth as smooth as a ball bearing, it might be beautiful seen from another planet, as the rings of Saturn are. But here we live and move; we wander up and down the banks of the creek, we ride a railway through the Alps, and the landscape shifts and changes. Were the earth smooth, our brains would be smooth as well; we would wake, blink, walk two steps to get the whole picture and lapse into dreamless sleep. Because we are living people, and because we are on the receiving end of beauty, another element necessarily enters the question. The texture of space is a condition of time. Time is the warp and matter the weft of woven texture of beauty in space, and death is the hurtling shuttle… What I want to do, then, is add time to the texture, paint the landscape on an unrolling scroll, and set the giant relief globe spinning on it stand.”

Source: PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK

“Those people who shoot endless time-lapse films of unfurling roses and tulips have the wrong idea. They should train their cameras instead on the melting of pack ice, the green filling of ponds, the tidal swings…They should film the glaciers of Greenland, some of which creak along at such a fast clip that even the dogs bark at them. They should film the invasion of the southernmost Canadian tundra by the northernmost spruce-fir forest, which is happening right now at the rate of a mile every 10 years. When the last ice sheet receded from the North American continent, the earth rebounded 10 feet. Wouldn’t that have been a sight to see?”

Source: PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK

“I am sitting here, you are sitting there. Say even that you are sitting across the kitchen table from me right now. Our eyes meet; a consciousness snaps back and forth. What we know, at least for starters, is: here we- so incontrovertibly- are. This is our life, these are our lighted seasons, and then we die. In the meantime, in between time, we can see. The scales are fallen from our eyes, the cataracts are cut away, and we can work at making sense of the color-patches we see in an effort to discover where we so incontrovertibly are. I am as passionately interested in where I am as is a lone sailor sans sextant in a ketch on an open ocean. I have at the moment a situation which allows me to devote considerable hunks of time to seeing what I can see, and trying to piece it together. I’ve learned the name of some color-patches, but not the meanings. I’ve read books; I’ve gathered statistics feverishly: the average temperature of our planet is 57 degrees F…The average size of all living animals, including man, is almost that of a housefly. The earth is mostly granite, which is mostly oxygen…In these Appalachians we have found a coal bed with 120 seams, meaning 120 forests that just happened to fall into water…I would like to see it all, to understand it, but I must start somewhere, so I try to deal with the giant water bug in Tinker Creek and the flight of three hundred redwings from an Osage orange and let those who dare worry about the birthrate and population explosion among solar systems. So I think about the valley. And it occurs to me more and more that everything I have seen is wholly gratuitous. The giant water bug’s predations, the frog’s croak, the tree with the lights in it are not in any real sense necessary per se to the world or its creator. Nor am I. The creation in the first place, being itself, is the only necessity for which I would die, and I shall. The point about that being, as I know it here and see it, is that as I think about it, it accumulates in my mind as an extravagance of minutiae. The sheer fringe and network of detail assumes primary importance. That there are so many details seems to be the most important and visible fact about creation. If you can’t see the forest for the trees, then look at the trees; when you’ve looked at enough trees, you’ve seen a forest, you’ve got it. If the world is gratuitous, then the fringe of a goldfish’s fin is a million times more so. The first question- the one crucial one- of the creation of the universe and the existence of something as a sign and an affront to nothing is a blank one… The old Kabbalistic phrase is “the Mystery of the Splintering of the Vessels.” The words refer to the shrinking or imprisonment of essences within the various husk-covered forms of emanation or time. The Vessels splintered and solar systems spun; ciliated rotifers whirled in still water, and newts laid tracks in the silt-bottomed creek. Not only did the Vessels splinter; they splintered exceeding fine. Intricacy then is the subject, the intricacy of the created world.”

Source: PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK

“Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery. The surface of mystery is not smooth, any more than the planet is smooth; not even a single hydrogen atom is smooth, let alone a pine. Nor does it fit together; not even the chlorophyll and hemoglobin molecules are a perfect match, for, even after the atom of iron replaces the magnesium, long streamers of disparate atoms trail disjointedly from the rims of the molecule’s loops. Freedom cuts both ways. Mystery itself is as fringed and intricate at the shape of the air at times. Forays into mystery cut bays and fine fjords, but the forested mainland itself is implacable both in its bulk and in its most filigreed fringe of detail.”

Source: PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK

“These are immigrant times And the lines are long, The signs for jobs few, The songs sadder, the air meaner. Everyone is hungry. Everyone is willing. Jobs are not jobs but lives lived Hard at the work of being human. These are immigrant times, And the lines are long again.”

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Book:Not Go Away Is My Name

Source: Not Go Away Is My Name

“The long night reminds me that so much of what it means to be a person shines through obscurity, like odd condiments bought on impulse, tested once, then pushed to the back of the refrigerator in their smartly labeled bottles and jars.”

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Author:Timothy Donnelly

“Now of all voyagers I remember, who among them Did not board ship with grief among their maps?”

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Book:New and Selected Poems, Volume One

Source: New and Selected Poems, Volume One

“I do not just want you at your best. I almost do not care where your Happiness lives, but please, let me visit your pain? Take me to the place where your sadness goes, and show me the tragedy that no one knows.”

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Book:Divine Trouble

Source: Divine Trouble

“..Breaking yet budding, dying yet living - standing amongst ruins and rage, reaching for possibilities playing hard to get.”

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Book:Divine Trouble

Source: Divine Trouble

“How—I didn't know any word for it—how "unlikely". . . How had I come to be here, like them, and overhear a cry of pain that could have got loud and worse but hadn't?”

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Author:Elizabeth Bishop

“There can be no law of nature, no science, No aberrant infliction of human will That unchained the soul cannot conquer, Simply sweep away, should it chose to.”

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Author:Scott Hastie

“Humanity A to Z (The Poem) A for assimilation is the way, B for bigotry must be thrown away. C for conscience when at play, D for delusions all run away. E for equality once brought to life, F for fears can no longer survive. G for greed when let not to thrive, H for humility won't be caught in strife. I for integrity mustn't be compromised, J for justice will then prevail alright. K for kindness must never run tight, L for life can then be lived upright. M for mercy can never be forgotten, N for naivety keeps you from being rotten. O for oppression when is begotten, P for patience must be overridden. Q for questions when let fly, R for rigidity will weaken and die. S for serenity will go awry, T for tradition if obeyed dry. U for unity is our supreme mission, V for vanity leads only to destruction. W for wholeness is our salvation, X for xenophobia is no civilization. Y for yield we must never to separation, Z for zeal we mustn't lose for ascension.”

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Book:Ain't Enough to Look Human

Source: Ain't Enough to Look Human

“regret is mostly caused by not having done anything.”

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Book:You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

Source: You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

“There's pain on all levels and all colors of the human skin. Many of us wear it well. The rest of us that you don't see are the ones who never learned to wear pain well. Or who learned and somewhere along the way decided it no longer fits.The irony is the more beautiful we wear our pain, the more we fool ourselves and others thinking there is no pain. The message. A bit more love and grace for myself and for friends and colleagues especially the ones that "have it all together" so beautifully.”

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Author:spoken silence

“He said, "Don't deep dive into a cereal bowl" I say, "Don't use a bread slice as a springboard." . . nothing deep. all surface. just how we like it.”

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Author:spoken silence

“Godless Struggle (The Sonnet) I don't believe in a God, That doesn't help the helpless. Through the history of humankind, Only humans have served the distressed. My struggle is to end all struggles, Says the being of character and conscience. When you stretch out your hand in love, That's when civilization manifests. No help is insignificant, No kindness is too puny. With tiny steps we'll humanize the world, When we see every human as family. No prayer can heal the troubles of society. Only cure for degradation is united humanity.”

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Book:Heart Force One: Need No Gun to Defend Society

Source: Heart Force One: Need No Gun to Defend Society

“The Social Welfare Sonnet I have no problem with capitalism, I have problem when it's devoid of society. I have no problem with innovation, I have problem when it lacks accountability. I have no problem with religion, I have problem when it's run by bigotry. I have no problem with intellect, I have problem when it lacks decency. I have no problem with advancement, I have problem when it facilitates disparity. I have no problem with politics, I have problem when it loses all sanity. No field is evil entire of its own. Evil festers when we forget we can’t progress alone.”

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Book:When Veins Ignite: Either Integration or Degradation

Source: When Veins Ignite: Either Integration or Degradation

“My Compatriots (The Sonnet) Any compatriot of mine, Better have a grasp of prejudice. Arrogance sickens my soul, My heart revolts at the snobbish. Doubts can be healthy, But only if driven by curiosity. When driven by contempt, They only facilitate animosity. You don't have to agree, With the whole of my notion. But don't turn bitter my friend, For it is a trap of degradation. Logic may fail sometimes as well as sentiments. Never you lose o patriot your indivisible humanness.”

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Book:The Shape of A Human: Our America Their America

Source: The Shape of A Human: Our America Their America

“Life in A Poem One two three, Reason will make you free. Four five six, Prejudices must be fixed. Seven eight nine, Shout aloud, the world is mine. Ten eleven twelve, In love humans ought to delve. Thirteen fourteen fifteen, To assimilate you must be keen. Sixteen seventeen eighteen, With kindness you must lean. Nineteen twenty twenty-one, It’s you that peace depends upon. Twenty-two twenty-three twenty-four, Give to the society more and more. Twenty-five twenty-six twenty-seven, Only actions can build an actual heaven. Twenty-eight twenty-nine thirty, Life is to lift the world, not party.”

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Book:Servitude is Sanctitude

Source: Servitude is Sanctitude

“Sonnet of Human I am but a human who's got no name, Simply alive in the land of liberty, I am but a human who talks no lame, Simply communicates with utter serenity, I am but a human who despises harming, No matter what some books command, I am but a human who loves not blaming, No matter how much my peers demand, I am but a human who lives not in history, Simply breathes in the now and here, I am but a human who's curious in mystery, And loves to investigate forged with questionnaire, I am but a human teeming with awareness beyond all race and clans, I am but a human whose religion is liberty and god the humans.”

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Book:Fabric of Humanity

Source: Fabric of Humanity

“You are not white, but a rainbow of colors. You are not black, but golden. You are not just a nationality, but a citizen of the world. You are not just for the right or left, but for what is right over the wrong. You are not just rich or poor, but always wealthy in the mind and heart. You are not perfect, but flawed. You are flawed, but you are just. You may just be a conscious human, but you are also a magnificent reflection of God. THE CONSCIOUS HUMAN by Suzy Kassem Copyright 1993-1994 - A SPRING FOR WISDOM”

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Book:Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

Source: Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“We are not separate. We are different verses of the same poem.”

Inspirational Humanity Poem

Author:Steve Maraboli

“I earn my living teaching about the human condition, a composite of violence, vengeance, and theft, ingenuity, too, and forms of love unique to men and women, the only species that knows, consciously, what others of its kind thought and did thousands of years before— stories, myths, histories, philosophies, all mirrors and constellations showing humanity to itself, none of which will ensure our survival.”

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Book:These Trees, Those Leaves, This Flower, That Fruit: Poems

Source: These Trees, Those Leaves, This Flower, That Fruit: Poems

“My great truth: it is possible to love the human race.”

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Book:Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke

Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke

“And now I think we are animals and they are human!”

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Author:Mahiraj Jadeja

“You see the stars, they are glimpses of hope where darkness has fallen."- Rachael Otoo”

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Book:Pouring: Self-care Journal

Source: Pouring: Self-care Journal

“The deeper you search inward, the further you find outward.”

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Book:If Stars Could Speak

Source: If Stars Could Speak

“Kamand, die every day so you remember to live.”

“Just be good. Baby you are a queen. Give wisdom a chance to be seen.”

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Author:Dwight Thompson

“Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out.”

“Does poem also walk through the valleys seeking tongues from dandelions?”

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Author:Ymatruz

“Random thoughts that fly away. Where words has no place to stay. Let it be right where they are. Let the work of art preserve its life.”

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Author:Happy Positivity

“I am who I say I am, I'm not some fantasy of how you think you think you know or who I ought to be. I am a girl who is growing up in my own sweet time, I am a girl who knows enough to know this life is mine. I am this and I am that and I am everything in-between. I'm a dreamer, I'm a dancer, I'm a part-time drama queen. I'm a worrier, I'm a warrior, I'm a loner and a friend, I'm an outspoken defender of justice to the end. I'm the girl in the mirror who likes the girl she sees, I'm the girl in the gypsy shawl with music in her knees. I'm a singer and a scholar, I'm a girl who has been kissed. I'm a solver of equations wearing bangles on my wrist. I am bigger than i ever knew, I am stronger than before, I am every girl I have ever been, and all that are in store. I am who I say I am. I'm not some fantasy. I am the me I am inside. I am who I chose to be.”

Funny Inspiring Poem Addie On The Inside

Author:James Howe

“Feelings and emotion ran through my veins like a hurricane. And that's when everything began to look like poetry. —You look like poetry”

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Author:Altruistic

“For some semitropical reason when the rains fall relentlessly they fall into swimming pools, these otherwise bright and scary arachnids. They can swim a little, but not for long and they can’t climb the ladder out. They usually drown—but if you want their favor, if you believe there is justice, a reward for not loving the death of ugly and even dangerous (the eel, hog snake, rats) creatures, if you believe these things, then you would leave a lifebuoy or two in your swimming pool at night. And in the morning you would haul ashore the huddled, hairy survivors and escort them back to the bush, and know, be assured that at least these saved, as individuals, would not turn up again someday in your hat, drawer, or the tangled underworld of your socks, and that even— when your belief in justice merges with your belief in dreams— they may tell the others in a sign language four times as subtle and complicated as man’s that you are good, that you love them, that you would save them again.”

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Book:New and Selected Poems, 1975-1995

Source: New and Selected Poems, 1975-1995

“It is not the nature of mankind to bear such heavy burdens alone.”

Love Together Healing Kindness Poem Alone Help

Book:VERSES OF THE BROKEN: Echoes From A Fractured Mind

Source: VERSES OF THE BROKEN: Echoes From A Fractured Mind

“How much kindness should I show? Enough to set all hearts aglow. Just how patient must I be? Enough to calm the stormy sea. How much love doth God require? Enough to lift the heavens higher.”

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Book:Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

Source: Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“Going down in history is a dead end pursuit”

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Author:Benny Bellamacina

“MOM Wholeheartedly, She loved me- And inspired me- With transcending devotion. It was a blessing- To have been her son, To have been loved- Without conditions. Her words of wisdom- Opened my eyes- To the world- And to myself. By seeing the best in me, She empowered me. By believing in me, She transformed me. She grew old- And floated away, But her love remains standing- Eternally by my side.”

Source: Uninhibited From Lust To Love

“With a generous heart, With a mind that sounds the depths of existence, Your dreams will not die, Your thoughts will not fade. If there is a divine light in your soul, Hold it up as a torch And from your tiny kitchen You will be able to see the great world.”

Poetry Kindness Dreams Poem Azerbaijan

Author:Nigar Rafibayli

“Don't erect a marble stone upon my grave, Nor a grand monument. Just place a pair of shoes there For someone barefoot to wear.”

Death Poetry Kindness Poem Azerbaijan

Author:Vagif Samadoghlu

“Somewhere, somewhen I'll learn how to cry The yearning will halt Then teach me how to fly”

Love Life Poetry Poem Life And Living

Author:Jessica Perez Dimalibot

“So old were you, Grammpa— the last time I saw you, anaemic You looked like the monsoon in my town.”

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Book:The Voice Under Silence: Poems

Source: The Voice Under Silence: Poems

“if the rain you left behind for me to deal with taught me anything in this life, it would be that after every shower there would be rays of sun so I will believe the sky when it cries that all will be okay eventually.”

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Book:Naked As We Came

Source: Naked As We Came

“One may never get to know how fast the time travels till the one gets in that position to race against the time.”

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Book:Voice from the East

Source: Voice from the East