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Week 31th (January 17th-24th) Poems---Topic: Intelligence DONE!!
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Jan 17, 2010 03:10PM
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What type of Intelligence? Spy or School? What?
i claim no credit for this, but i though this was interesting: http://poemhunter.com/poem/heartfelt-...
yea, poemhunter.com is being finicky. can you paste the poem here? i'd still like to read it :]
Here it is, the link worked for me:
Heartfelt Intelligence
Why does love rob the mind to be felt?
The heart and brain are opposites
Rivaling over the power of love versus
The power of knowledge and wisdom.
Is love so foolishly ignorant that it must
Conquer the king of knowledge to win
The hearts of men and women?
Or is love so simple and unlearned
That it supercedes vastly deeper
The shallowness and emptiness,
However learned in apperance,
Of knowledge uprooted from worldly descent
Aimed at intellectual advancement and survival
Thus overcasting the heart of desires
With clouds so thick a dense fog
Encapsulates the heart in the form
Of a mushroom cloud patiently waiting
To slowly dissipate into the dissolving
Realization of knowledge over love:
Complexity of brain over simplicity of heart
To allow clearness of sky and openness
Of possibilities that were once clouded
Impossibilities, all because the fresh air
Rushed in to save the breath of life
Of one who allowed love to uproot
Knowledge since knowledge can never
Uproot love?
Love, therefore, never robs the mind.
It merely impresses the mind with the love
That feels the knowledge
Filling the brain.
Love is so simple that it's profound
Heartfelt Intelligence
Why does love rob the mind to be felt?
The heart and brain are opposites
Rivaling over the power of love versus
The power of knowledge and wisdom.
Is love so foolishly ignorant that it must
Conquer the king of knowledge to win
The hearts of men and women?
Or is love so simple and unlearned
That it supercedes vastly deeper
The shallowness and emptiness,
However learned in apperance,
Of knowledge uprooted from worldly descent
Aimed at intellectual advancement and survival
Thus overcasting the heart of desires
With clouds so thick a dense fog
Encapsulates the heart in the form
Of a mushroom cloud patiently waiting
To slowly dissipate into the dissolving
Realization of knowledge over love:
Complexity of brain over simplicity of heart
To allow clearness of sky and openness
Of possibilities that were once clouded
Impossibilities, all because the fresh air
Rushed in to save the breath of life
Of one who allowed love to uproot
Knowledge since knowledge can never
Uproot love?
Love, therefore, never robs the mind.
It merely impresses the mind with the love
That feels the knowledge
Filling the brain.
Love is so simple that it's profound
Intelligence What is important,
about knowing?
Will the world stop,
if you do not listen?
Can you die,
if you do not know?
How often in the events of our lives,
do we even understand their importance?
Does life make us blind,
to the facts of life,
or do the facts of life,
make us ignorant?
Intelligence is important,
yet without actually living,
it means nothing.
millions and billions
she is surprised to hear - and of all things,
from a radio that floats past,
relaying english to intelligent
bones - that life on earth is dead.
she is surprised. the blue and green
swirls that drizzled off of the globe,
the structures piling up on it, trails of
gray stone that she could see from
light years away.
she had always wondered
what it would be like to be there again.
if she could have,
then she would have been gone from this vast
emptiness, millions of years ago.
and a month before that,
she would have sold her brains to get
this.
and look where she is now.
life likes to play tricks on her with it’s friend fate.
(they get a wee bored otherwise.)
millions of years of light have circled past her,
and she has revolved around
billions more,
but she is not sure -
she was not entirely able to separate the two
completely.
((and i bet you’re getting
a kick out of this, higher power,))
she grumbles.
and somewhere across galaxies
and heavens and oceans and chemistry,
a chuckle reverberates and
life wobbles.
death trembles.
angels bow and scurry away.
and she tries to move, too, really, she tries,
but she is stranded in a black
sphere full of freedom from gravity
and, suddenly, liberty
isn’t quite all that
it was made
out to
be.
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i'll probably take this down after i write a better one...but just in case!
A Girl
by Sarah M.
Loyal, true,
eyes ocean blue
and hair like the sun above
Charming, sweet,
light on her feet,
this is the girl I love.
Caring, kind,
a gifted mind
with intelligence measured in miles
I'd swim the whole sea
if you would grant me
just one of your resolute smiles
But I'm sorry to say
it won't be that way
you never would be my wife
You're exotic and fun
I'm a mere simpleton
with dreams of a countryside life
You'll marry a man
with an estate and a plan
and that's where our ways will part
I'll be left behind
with hope in my mind
That I'll one day again find my heart
He'll love you some years
but the decades of tears
will point out your clumsy mistake
You'll realize your life
was of hard bitter strife
but for life with me, it's too late
But although you're a dream
from a heavenly beam
I've found your only flaw
For beneath your grace
and honest face
you've nothing wrong at all.
by Sarah M.
Loyal, true,
eyes ocean blue
and hair like the sun above
Charming, sweet,
light on her feet,
this is the girl I love.
Caring, kind,
a gifted mind
with intelligence measured in miles
I'd swim the whole sea
if you would grant me
just one of your resolute smiles
But I'm sorry to say
it won't be that way
you never would be my wife
You're exotic and fun
I'm a mere simpleton
with dreams of a countryside life
You'll marry a man
with an estate and a plan
and that's where our ways will part
I'll be left behind
with hope in my mind
That I'll one day again find my heart
He'll love you some years
but the decades of tears
will point out your clumsy mistake
You'll realize your life
was of hard bitter strife
but for life with me, it's too late
But although you're a dream
from a heavenly beam
I've found your only flaw
For beneath your grace
and honest face
you've nothing wrong at all.
This is one of my first poems that is short(er) and sweet(er).
Wow... everyone's is amazing. I especially like Sarah's, I must say. Something about it that's really awesome. :D Good job, y'all!
Wow!!! Those were all incredible!!!! I have some serious competition if I'm going to write something, which I shall since I must write poetry for English!!!! Huzzah!!!!*scurries to work*
LOL, Amanda! You made me laugh. :D Yeah, I need to get crackin on a poem! I haven't written one in so long! :O
POEM HAS BEEN COMPLETED!!!!And while I'm posting it, would it be possible to find out if it is deep enough to be worthy of handing in as my poetry project???
Anyways...
Simple Answers
It always amazes me how,
The world is so blind,
To the obvious.
How they must analyze,
And interpret,
And question,
And test,
Before they notice,
What’s right under their nose.
And it always makes me wonder,
Why I see these things,
Instantly,
Without questioning,
Intent,
Or purpose.
It only takes simple intelligence,
To find simple answers,
And really,
Those are the only answers at all.
Yet every day,
We march,
Between walls,
Colder than they appear,
And sit all day,
And think all day,
And never notice.
Can you say,
In honesty,
In truth,
That you have ever seen,
Or felt,
The simple beauty of algebra?
How each number is a shape,
A symbol,
Recognized universally,
By every eye,
Mixed back and forth,
In rhythm,
With basic pattern,
Creating another,
With which to start anew?
Or how about,
The beauty of language,
Of word,
The melody of different dialects,
The simple lines,
Creating simple understanding.
Yet everyone thinks,
And analyzes,
And interprets,
The words upon this very page.
And they always miss the obvious,
They always miss the beauty,
In the knowledge they apply,
To overlook,
What really needs to be understood.
Sorry it's long. :(
Merci Buckets!
lol @ the buckets :)the poem is really deep, amanda!
ahaha gotta love the french. ;)And thanks Tempust!
I don't think I can compete with all these amazing poems so I'll write a haiku!Illiterates Can Be Intelligent Too
Just because I can't
Read or write or care does not
Mean that I'm not smart.
And I think it's obvious I made this up on the spot :)
I like it. EXTREMELY short and sweet. it also questions the of intelligence.
That's really good Nada. Quick, and to the point.
I can not compete here..you guys are way to good for me....
Nice reading though..I was really impressed.
Nice reading though..I was really impressed.
Wow... I just got the inbox message for this contest today...*headdesk*
lol, same Amanda!And Isreal - come on, give it a shot! Nothing to lose, right? We're all learning here, we don't bite :)
Yeah... And it's not like you win a million dollars or something...Wait is that not helping?
I don't even know what you get if you win!
Is it just undenying glory? Or do you get to watch all the other people die in gladiator fights...
I'm really not helping now am I?
I don't think so, and maybe Isreal is thinking we do bite.
Amanda, my dear, you seem to have been severely misinformed. Your prize if you win the contest is a rainbow-striped unicorn. Have you not been receiving yours? You should talk to Al, maybe she recorded your address wrong or something...
I WANT MY UNICORN!!!!'Cept I haven't won yet, so yeah...
*goes to vote*
Al, you forgot Nada's poem on the polls
I missed the voting :[ I would have voted for Thomas's though (great job this week).
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