Quotes about archives, page 5
Time Tells Time
My mirror tries to convince me that I’m old.
Yet I have a fresh face I’m told.
So these furrows in this body I behold, as
I recognize skin-deep beauty does not rebirth.
Still, I remember things way back yonder:
Sculptured summer grass,
Children ringing around roses
With Pockets filled with poses,
Barren tree leaves
Floating in the breeze...woman!
Waste no time on younger years
For the past archives them.
I’ll never be older than the goddess of art.
My lover, you'll never be older than thou art.
Let the earlier years delight in the older ones
For to understand the old-
The new must been known.
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poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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This Document Is Proof
Always,
There will be 'someone'...
Sifting through archives,
Dusted by time and cobwebbed...
Looking for anything done by someone,
To discredit one's integrity and achievements.
For purposes to feel better,
About a doing done to undermine one's character.
To then feel whatever sought and revealed,
Diminishes any respect given,
The doer of accomplishments...
Deserves and gets.
'Here it is. Finally.
It took me years to uncover it.
But this document is proof,
That there was a time in his early youth...
He actually was discovered,
Not to have been able to tie his own shoes.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Risk Taken Unforgotten For The Archives
To split or not split wrists...
Seems to be such a self indulging understaking.
However...
It is the taking of risks,
And witnessing others stirred up in fits...
That eliminates the wish to end one's existence.
To privately decide to say goodbye to life...
Is so anti-climatic.
If one is seeking drama...
There is nothing like taking centerstage,
With spotlight.
And giving those in attendance,
The best mooning you can do!
With that done...
Will indeed become,
A risk taken unforgotten for the archives.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Treasure The Gifts
I remember the music.
It burns in my soul.
It came to me early
and I became whole.
I remember the words.
They burn in my brain.
They came to me later
from where they had lain
Dormant and quiet,
still as can be.
And as these words spill
they've become me.
These gifts from my God
are blessings to treasure.
The notes and melodies
and rhythms I measure
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poem by Edwina Reizer
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Product For the Archives
Those that ridiculed and found time to do it...
Can not be too bright.
Not to percieve actions taken,
Like these today...
Do not come back seeking,
A return to nibble for a bigger bite.
'Now...
Where are those who claim to have 'some' insight? '
It's funny how things twist and turn,
To ultimately leave those frazzled.
Change has exploded upon the scene,
With a tremendous dose of 'wake up'.
Stable foundations aren't so stable it seems.
And those that did not catch it.
Or expect it to come as it has...
'Hello? Anybody home?
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stuffed Silence
Winds define the path now, in order not to submit
the discovery of another guilt.
The glory stumbles.
Before the altar, man becomes a souvenir.
Mechanically you walk like a robot, proud and erect,
cannot commit suicide.
Secret of discovering a faith was, not to kill yourself.
Shivering in awakened reality,
you grope with cauterized vision,
to resolve the conflict.
The revelation does not come.
Unchained freedom will come late,
when you become the destiny.
Everseeking a revolution, brain will find a false excuse.
The archives do not give a clue,
not exactly the circumstances,
but history collected the dirt.
Concepts could not bring out,
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poem by Satish Verma
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Highly Sought Out
Thanks for taking time to write to me,
Thanks for taking time to receive me,
Thanks for taking time to understand my muse;
Going through it!
personally,
Highly sought out;
And like your poetic accomplishments in life.
Archives, hives, knives, wives, lives, rives, fives, gives, jives, strives! !
In and around the world;
And like a new look,
But, with unique acts in the land of your muse.
Of the interest,
Of your interest,
Of my interest,
Like the appeal of your love;
Artistic!
Artistry,
Poetic artistry,
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poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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With Hopes of Romanticizing a Condition
They have become accustomed to failure...
They can not let it go.
They've become identified with it.
And that is wished to be bestowed.
They dig through archives,
Seeking that which worked.
Something from the past...
They believe is everlasting.
Something done by someone then,
To bring their current frustrations to an end.
With hopes of romanticizing a condition...
That will lift them out of the doldrums they are in!
Complete with nostalgic delusions.
But they have become accustomed to failure...
They can not let it go.
They want someone with experience,
To show them the way.
And has it not been those with experience...
That has led them to despair?
Although they wish another point of view...
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I lick my lips to taste our kiss from yesterday
I lick my lips to taste our kiss from yesterday-
Caress these scratches on my back
To revitalize your touch-
Does not the earth stop
When the soles of our feet kiss her surface
As I kiss you with my lips?
Our loves' glowing divinity-
Is it not this humanities new religion?
They revere we pay them heed not,
The Sun, moon, rainbows, stars alike-
Don't they shine only at your smiles' command?
You are that lighthouse on my dock
Beckoning my esprit-land ahoy!
It is easy to know we are soulmates,
Our faces share one image,
Our bodies, shadows-they share a breath-
Our embrass will never unglue-
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poem by Isunge Mwangase
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Are We Lost?
what they did to us
we want to deceive history
oppressed we tell them
cause, they are the masters,
effect, we are the slaves
the past dissolves like smoke
shaped like a mushroom in the sky
forget we do not just choose
curse, we seem to point, like a rocket
in the sky that the North has shot into space
beware! beware! that naked little girl ran
in the road of destruction,
screaming, now just a picture in the archives
of a long forgotten history,
she died, her name is written like an epitaph,
where are we? we like to forget
but the stigma of the tattoo still clings on our skin
not a rose, not a heart pierced by an arrow
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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