#poetry

Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace' One grand boulevard with trees with one grand cafe in sun with strong black coffee in very small cups. One not necessarily very beautiful man or woman who loves you. One fine day. ↗

— Lawrence Ferlinghetti

#poetry #beauty

I choose to love this time for once with all my intelligence -from "Splittings ↗

— Adrienne Rich

#dreams

I am not a mechanism, an assembly of various sections. and it is not because the mechanism is working wrongly, that I am ill. I am ill because of wounds to the soul, to the deep emotional self, and the wounds to the soul take a long, long time, only time can help and patience, and a certain difficult repentance long difficult repentance, realization of life’s mistake, and the freeing oneself from the endless repetition of the mistake which mankind at large has chosen to sanctify. ↗

— D.H. Lawrence

#poetry #life

In another land there is glory In another land there is happiness In another land we all get along In another land we will stand with others ↗

— April Nichole

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Poetry is truth dwelling in beauty. ↗

— Gilfillian

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A teacher will be frustrated if she is only motivated to teach what she has learned. Yet, if she is motivated because of the students, then she will learn from them how to teach. ↗

— Tanya R. Liverman

#educational-system #inspiration #poetry #education

Letting go I can have a firm foundation To honor you And hold you in my heart ↗

— April Nichole

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These hands are unlike any other strong but gentle caring loving and understanding ↗

— April Nichole

#poetry #religious #faith

These hands will never go away they will scoop you up at anytime anytime that you want to be loved ↗

— April Nichole

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I see a bird carrying me and carrying you, with us as its wings, beyond the dream, to a journey that has no end and no beginning, no purpose and no goal. I do not speak to you, and you do not speak to me; we listen only to the music of silence. Silence is the friend's trust of friend, imagination's self-confidence between rain and rainbow. A rainbow is inspiration provoking the poet, uninvited, the infatuation of the poet with the prose of the Quran. Which of your Lord's blessings do you disown? We are absent, you and I; we are present, you and I. And absent. Which of your Lord's blessings do you disown? ↗

— Mahmoud Darwish

#dreams