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Category Archives: PICTURE POEMS
Picture Poems a poems written for, and pasted on, pictures, paintings or graphic art. The poem describes or emulated the picture in verse.
YOU ARE YOUR OWN BEST FRIEND
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“You have always been with yourself, and by yourself, for nearly all of eternity. You are your own best friend. Enjoy yourself.
However, if you want some companionship, go out a find another spirit, a person, or a life form and befriend them. They will probably appreciate not being alone.”
— Lawrence R. Spencer, 1,001 Things To Do While You’re Dead
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Painting by Takato Yamamoto
THE FOUR SACRED WORDS
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The Four ‘Sacred Words’ that Spiritual Beings are NOT allowed to think or speak on Earth: “I AM A GOD”
ROOT OF ALL EVIL
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“Since boredom advances and boredom is the root of all evil, no wonder, then, that the world goes backwards; that evil spreads.
This can be traced back to the very beginning of the world. The gods were bored; therefore they created human beings.”
~ Soren Kierkegaard ~
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Søren Aabye Kierkegaard (5 May 1813 – 11 November 1855) was a Danish philosopher, theologian, poet, social critic and religious author who is widely considered to be the first existentialist philosopher. He wrote critical texts on organized religion, Christendom, morality, ethics, psychology and the philosophy of religion, displaying a fondness for metaphor, irony and parables. Much of his philosophical work deals with the issues of how one lives as a “single individual”, giving priority to concrete human reality over abstract thinking and highlighting the importance of personal choice and commitment.
TOM TIME
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Recently, I’ve become addicted to Tom Waits. He’s the existential zen master of musical eloquence.
Well the smart money’s on Harlow and the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you’re east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon
His invisible fiancee’s in the mirror
And the band is going home, it’s raining hammers, it’s raining nails
And it’s true there’s nothing left for him down here
And it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time
And they all pretend they’re orphans and their memory’s like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can’t remember tell the things you can’t forget
That history puts a saint in every dream
Well she said she’d stick around until the bandages came off
But these mama’s boys just don’t know when to quit
And Mathilda asks the sailors “Are those dreams or are those prayers?”
So close your eyes, son, and this won’t hurt a bit
Oh it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time
Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street
And when they’re on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips
As the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off ’til I come back again
Oh it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time
And it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time.