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Bestowed

Make of it
what we may
our most treasured gift
a flawless diamond
called life.

poem by Vince Gullaci
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We must be clear that when it comes to atoms, language can be used only as in poetry. The poet, too, is not nearly so concerned with describing facts as with creating images and establishing mental connections.

classic quote by Niels Bohr
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Beyond Motion

I am wondering why,
Charm is in short supply,
So please sweet valentine,
Open your heart sometime,
Redeem the fading dream,
By making love supreme.

I must profusely confess,
You make me breathless,
For all I have to do,
Is look straight at you,
Then I’m lost in your eyes,
Left floating in blue iris skies.

A special affinitive notion,
Has taken me far beyond motion,
Kickstarting love’s heartcore source,
Generating my life force,
So pull the power ripcord,
To be completely adored.

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poem by Dale Mullock
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In the Rushing Wind

The wind hath whirled the leaves from off the tree.
The leaves were yellow, they had lived their time,
And lie a golden heap or fly away,
As if the butterflies had left their wings
Behind, when love's short summertime had gone,
And killed them. Lightly doth the leaves' great shower
Whirl on and skim the ground, where ancient leaves
Lie rotten, trampled on, so featureless,
That you can hardly tell what formed that mould,
That never-ending burial-place of leaves.
And then the wind will shake and bend the tree,
And twist its branches off, burst it asunder,
Uproot the giant and bring low his head,
Upheave the granite block round which the roots
Had taken hold for countless centuries.
On goes the wind! The corn is green and soft--
Earth's wavy fur. It does but ripple lightly
In childish laughter at the harmless fun
That was a death-blow. But the sea awakes
And frowns and foams and rises into anger

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poem by Carmen Sylva
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Sitting Alone at Mount Jingting

Vanished are the birds upon soaring high,
Save a cloud solitary, floats freely by.
Tired not of reciprocating one another's gaze,
Thou, and thou only, Mount Jingting and I.

poem by Li Po, translated by Andrew W.F. Wong
Added by Dan Costinaş
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