Poetry Blogs (knowledge)

To know

you don't know

is a gift.

To think you know

when you don't 

is a disease.

To know you are diseased

is a gift

that allows you

to lift yourself

into health.

- Jim Teeters from Because of This

http://www.fernwoodpress.com/2018/01/10/because-of-this/

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Translation of my Arabic Poem (“The Choice”) 

Who, in the World, chooses his birth? 
Who chooses his family and children? 
Who chooses his fate and country? 
Who chooses the time to go to heaven? 

But it is possible to choose our day 
To sincerely care about family and work 
This will be the first right step to our future 
To achieve our goals while we're alive 

Your name and countr...

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Nobody knows everything

But we should know what we do

Books are there for reading

And courses there to go

Don't say:"I know enough"

Your brain, sure, will freeze

Don't let someone to laugh

If you meet someone who knows

That the rule of good knowledge

Learn what you really need

The knowledge has a good bridge

To cross it, you must read

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If you learn from the past 
Improving your future 
Then you'll achieve the goal 
And reach it safely faster 

Pay an attention to move 
Know the direction to go 
Have time to Improve 
Act well, not only "show" 

Earn your people' regard 
And don't cross the fence 
Know the value of the word 
Now you've got confidence 

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How do you know if time is being wasted?

Drifting so far away from the honesty that the honesty becomes a lie,

How do you know if it's what's meant to be, if im with you and he's not with me?

They say time you enjoy wasting, isn't wasted time,

But does that apply when you've got your enjoyment, and I've lost mine?

How do you know what's meant to be?

I'm with you, and he's no...

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I dined on a feast of knowledge.

For the first course i took everything 

That was fed to me.

For the second course i chewed over

What had been digested.

For the third course i mulled over

What was important in my life.

For the fourth course

I reflected and felt replete.

For dessert,  I left that on the plate

Until i could decide on the next course.

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This poem is about growing old.

The City Shadowed

I cannot remember my name. And

where I came from. Or when I came here.

I am not from this place, this city, and

its silent people, its pale-vaulted sky,

its black shadow silhouettes

flickering lightly across blank walls.

Here the bar staff talk in lilting Irish

cadences, and look straight through you

as ...

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Hey friends

 My latest entry was inspired by a debate I had with some friends recently.The basic principle of this was the theory that you would be happier uneducated than if you knew everything. The theory that Ignorance is bliss.

 So enjoy the poem and if you would like to comment your thoughts on the subject then please do.

To Unknow is to dream

Knowledge is p...

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Take a look into my eyes,
And maybe we will find
that between you and me
It's the way that love should be.

She told me I had beautiful eyes
her heart said friends
and her mouth did too...
and my mind's confused now I'm not with you.

See I can be the best friend that I have been for years
or I can be the guy that can hold you near.
But I can't be this.

You said you don...

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