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Random Quotes

If you the readers of fiercepoet.com have any quotes are mean something to you or have always stood out in your mind, I’d love to hear them. I’ve started the random rotation of quotes at the top of the sidebar and I’m constantly looking for new additions now. Post your favorites as a comment and I’ll add them.

Robert

Posted by rtkenmore on 07/11 at 11:26 PM

just when the catepiller thought the world was over, it became a butterfly - anonymous

Posted by on 08/30 at 12:34 AM
Found a whole wikiquote of quotes; Quotes about Homosexuality

Posted by Pearl on 10/24 at 07:59 PM
awakening to this present instant, we realize the infinite is in the finite of each instant.Zen saying

loved your site

Posted by Carolyn Robbins on 11/04 at 09:58 PM
I don’t think of all the misery, but of all the beauty that still remains.--Anne Frank

Posted by Leej2000 on 11/25 at 10:02 PM
Hextrosexuallity isn’t normal. It’s just more common

Posted by LeeJ2000 on 11/25 at 10:20 PM
It’s never to late to be what you might have been. -anonymous

Posted by chris on 01/20 at 03:31 PM
Happiness

We look to the ocean for peace,
We search the stars for dreams.
Deep inside yourself you’ll find;
The key to all these thing.

D.R.
@1991

Posted by Deborah Register on 05/20 at 08:25 PM
this is a poem I wrote you might find it interesting
The Killing Fields

A primal hunger rumbles
in low thunder rolling
ravenous in the belly of this jungle.
Terror thumps and tribes tremble,
courage fades and brave hearts crumble.
Generals speak in feeble mumbles
and kings retreat their statures humbled.
The wild breathes, teeming with insatiable need
to feed upon the life that bleeds
thick in the veins of you and me.
Drums beat and waves crash repeating
upon my shore only to retreat
in ephemeral ripples that explode and beat
into vast fields, seas, skies, and streets.
Murder looms in the echoing booms
of deafening silence howling in tombs.
Drums beat in mighty clouds of venemous fumes
rising in the mysts to a deadly plume
that poisons the heavens and sickens the tune
of angelic voices cast in high lofty rooms.
This malebvolent beat wrought from fear
pulses like cancer through all who tread here,
lost in the killing fields and forced to peer
over the brink into shear emptiness.

Posted by on 10/25 at 09:29 PM
An excerpt from “The Art of Giving” by Kent Nerburn from Letters To My Son:

“Remember to be gentle with others. We are all children of chance, and none can say why some fields will blossom and others lay brown beneath the August sun. Care for those around you. Look past your differences. Their dreams are no less than yours, their choices in life no more easily made. And give. Give in any way you can, of whatever you possess. To give is to love. To withhold is to wither. Care less for your harvest than how it is shared, and your life will have meaning and your heart will have peace.”

Chris Papadopoulos

Atlanta,GA

Posted by Chris Papdopoulos on 10/26 at 02:09 PM