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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

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

    Posted by  on  08/30  at  12:34 AM

  2. Found a whole wikiquote of quotes; <a href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Homosexuality">Quotes about Homosexuality</a>

    Posted by Pearl  on  10/24  at  07:59 PM

  3. 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

  4. 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

  5. Hextrosexuallity isn’t normal. It’s just more common

    Posted by LeeJ2000  on  11/25  at  10:20 PM

  6. It’s never to late to be what you might have been. -anonymous

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

  7. 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

  8. 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

  9. 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

    ceo@flowersforacure.com

    Atlanta,GA

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

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