Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds upon the heel that crushes it.
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Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
quote by Mark Twain
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They Once Said
He said, all that glitters is not gold.
He once said, in the depths of winter
He finally learned that within him
There lay an invincible summer.
He wrote, you purchase pain with all that joy can give
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
He once said, he who does not forgive
Burns a bridge he too must someday cross.
He once said, forgiveness is the fragrance
A violet sheds on the heel that crushed it.
He said, love your neighbour as yourself.
He wearily said, all is vanity.
He defined a fool, as he who said
In his heart that there is no God.
He once said, what lies behind us
And what lies before us, is nothing Compared to what lies within us.
He strongly advised that
Talent is God given, be humble.
Fame is man given, be grateful.
Conceit is self given, be careful.
He observed life under the sun and shared that
The race is not to the swift
Nor the battle to the strong
Neither yet bread to the wise
Nor yet riches to men of understanding
Nor yet favour to men of skill;
But that time and chance happens
to them all.
He once said never judge a book by its cover.
He once said that health is wealth.
He once said, you are not what you think you are
But what you think, you are.
The watchmaker promised, time heals all wounds
He said, time which sees all, reveals all
He taught that ambition is the path to success
Persistence is the vehicle you
arrive in.
He said, everything has been said
before
But since nobody listens we have to keep going back
And beginning all over again.
He summed up everything he'd learned about life in three words
It goes on...
And so life went on and poured us out
And we heard these things
Stood at the crossroads of highroads and lowroads
And chose no road, doing as each saw wise
In his infinitely minute wisdom
We judged every book we saw by its cover
And assumed every glittering glass was gold
And said there was no God
And were swift and smart and sharp
And ran as fast as a thunderbolt into the skies
The fulfilled every vanity
And knowing time sees us, have secrets still
And when time reveals them, hide in shame still
And though having health freely
Sought wealth and when gotten
Spent wealth on appeasing health to come back
And refused to smell the flowers
But filled our rooms with synthesized fresheners
And bought pain with all that joy was selling
And crushed the violet and polluted its fragrance
And demanded instant noodles with an instant life
And left all that lied within us dead
While searching for what lay ahead
And holding onto memories gone
And hated our neighbours
Or obsessed over our looks
Never caring for anyone but the mirror's reflection
We replay the ancient drama of man's folly
And die of nothing but a rage to do it right.
...They once said...you once heard...
Heed.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Violet De Vere
You've heard of Violet de Vere, strip-teaser of renown,
Whose sitting-base out-faired the face of any girl in town;
Well, she was haled before the Bench for breachin' of the Peace,
Which signifies araisin' Cain, an' beatin' up the police.
So there she stood before the Court of ruddy Judge McGraw
Whom folks called Old Necessity, because he knew no law.
Aye, crackin' in a silken gown, an' sheddin' of a tear,
Ashine wi' gold an' precious stones sat Violet de Vere.
Old Judge McGraw looked dourly down an' stroked his silver beard.
Says he: "Although the Sheriff's bruised, the lady should be heared.
What can you say in your defence? We'll give you a square deal."
"I jest forget," said Violet. "Maybe it was my heel.
I always want to kick the gong when I am feelin' gay;
It's most unfortunate, I guess, his face was in the way."
Then scratchin' of his snowy pow the Judge looked down severe,
Where bright wi' paint like plaster saint sat Violet de Vere.
Says he: "I'm going to impose a twenty dollar fine."
Says Violet: "Your Honour, to your judgement I resign.
I realize I should not my agility reveal:
Next time I'll kick the Sheriff with my toe and not my heel.
I'm grateful to the Court because I'm not put in the clink;
There's twenty plunks to pay my fine,--but now I come to think:
Judge, darlin', you've been owin' me five bucks for near a year:
Take fifteen,--there! We'll call it square," said Violet de Vere.
poem by Robert William Service
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So, Go Tell Your Mama
Go tell your mama,
You've got crushes.
On an old man like me.
And I,
Don't know what you see.
I've got no money.
And drive no car.
I live very basic.
And have had wounds and scars.
So,
Go tell your mama.
You've got crushes.
And I...
See with you,
Just an old man.
Go tell your mama,
You've got crushes.
On an old man like me.
And I,
Don't know what you see.
I've got no money.
And drive no car.
I live very basic.
And have had,
My wounds and scars.
So,
Go tell your mama.
You've got crushes.
And I...
See with you,
Just an old man.
So,
Go tell your mama.
You've got crushes.
And I...
See with you,
Just an old man.
So,
Go tell your mama.
That I,
See with you...
Just an old man.
So,
Go tell your mama.
You've got crushes.
And that I,
See with you...
A foolish old man.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Snake Wisdom
The man seen the snake.
And stepped on it head
The snake didn’t bite his heel
Saying the man didn’t see it
Thus innocent and deserved
forgiveness from daughter of wisdom.
The blind man come same path
Didn’t see, the snake.
And stepped on it tail
The snake bitten his heel
Saying that the man seen it
Stepped on it intentionally
Thus guilty and deserved punishment
from just, fair and wise animal
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Forgiveness!
Forgiveness is the sweet fruit a tree giveth,
Forgiveness is that energy, a fruit to its eater giveth,
Forgiveness is the milk a cow giveth,
Forgiveness is the light, that burning candle giveth,
Forgiveness is the life, the world giveth,
Forgiveness is rain that the clouds giveth,
Forgiveness is that natural, the one understood nature giveth,
Forgiveness is the perfume of selflessness in one spredeth,
Like sunlight in winter,
like moonlight in dark,
Like cool breeze in summer,
Like oasis in a desert,
Like spring of pure love, from a pure heart forever springeth!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Rise From Dust
I am cut to the sliver, my wrists are bleeding, i am dead to silver - My eyes shines dead to transparant, what i have done and where i i have been, my tears cry, when it is my pain i see - The prints left by my father, the fragrance of violet to a rose, smells of the Heavenly One - Why then the reason, i seek to destroy - I hear the whispers, the breeze to a seven - I am lost to the missing, by six i was employed - I am grim to the grit of my sins, i was born ready to burn - I still asked for my forgiveness, i will carry my cross - For the sake of my father, by his wishes - It will rain with flames at the end of my time, prepared for battle i am - Immortal i will rise from dust, ashblack will burn by my turn.
poem by Unic Cjonr
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The Picture
Lightning. Cupid. Thunder. Dark Sky.
Rain. Road.
'Wanna share? '
'Thanks a lot! '
'Thank you'
'Jane'
'I'm David'
'Nice to meet you too'
'Take care'.
Two. Love. Forever. Hope. Life. Bliss.
One.
'Until my dying day'
'I'll love. I'll cherish'
Never gonna let you go
Eyes for you and you alone
Forsaking all others
Kiss.
Tears. Pain. Immeasurable. Help! . Joy.
Laughter.
'Puuuuusssshhhh! ! ! '
Oh God.
Ooooohhhh.
Aaaaaaaarrrrgggghhhh.
'O ne more! , one more! '
Hahahahaha.
'Its a boy! '
Oh my.
Fresh air. Joy. Happiness. Success.
Accomplished. Satisfied.
'I got admission into College! '
'Its my graduation! '
'I got the job! '
'Got that promotion! '
'I've met 'the one'! '
'He proposed! '
'I'm pregnant! '
'I was called the greatest....! '
'She came back! '
'I love him! '
'I'm free! '.
Glance. Smile. Eye contact. Hello. Shake.
Closer.
'Need help? '
With what?
'Going through life'
Most def!
'Always be here.'
You for you.
Flaws and all.
'Pissed, don't hurt me no more! '
Here for the long haul.
Despair. Sad. Depressed. Problem. Fray.
Hollow.
'Let this life have meaning'
'Why did she have to go? '
Floor.
'Let me be'
Can't...won't get up.
Not hungry.
Insomnia. Heartbroken.
Ached.
Mistakes. Fallen. Broken. Scar. Beer.
Same.
'Where'd I go wrong? '
'Why'd I do that? '
'How? '
'It hurts'
'Need God'
'Need help'
Sigh.
Pissed. Prisoner. Hurt. Let go. Divinity.
Freed.
'Imma get back at you'
'What goes around comes around'
To err = humanity
To forgive = divinity
'You really hurt me'
I'm really sorry
'Its ok'
Really?
'Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet
sheds on the heel that crushed it'
Tears.
Dream. Vision. Maybe. Idea. Light.
Eureka!
'I wanna be a doctor'
'I wanna be the greatest that ever lived'
'I wanna change the world'
'I wanna.......'
'Geez, just discovered how to......'
Fist pumps air.
Feet halfway above earth.
'I can do it! '.
Mirror. You. Conscience. Society. Vices.
God.
'Wrong path. Wrong person'
'Was meant to be more'
All wrong.
Wrong choices.
U- turn.
Knees.
Mercy.
Tears.
Bed. Beep. Tubes. Morphine. Cold. Aged.
Worn out body
Worn out spirit
Worn out mind
Like a child again
Hmmm.
'It's time'.
Breathe.
Stop.
Father. Lover. Dark Alley. Searchlight.
Reconciliation. Hugs.
'Have you seen Jenny? '
'Anyone know where Jenny is?
I want to be left alone!
Leave me alone!
'No, can't do'
Years.
Messed up.
Damaged
'I'm sorry'
'Come here'
Hugs.
Welcome home.
Silence. Darkness. Insects. Six Feet.
Under. The End.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-56
Violet(Viola spp.)
Going out of hand my heart
Questing for flora all over
And this Violet a divine art
When captured by manoeuvre
Bloomed a Violaceae-mart
Amazing me with a hang over
A hurried study did my heart
Of variety violas however
Just to end up with one Violet
Of whom small, shrubby some-some are
Perennial, annual some-some Violet
Of upswept four, lobed one lower
Petals of colours many to treat
Violet, blue yellow, white to flavour
Bicoloured some alongwith impart
All now in one hold to favour
Medicinal and culinary art
Heart and oval leaves to savor
Petaled perfume performing sweet
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Love and Fragrance
The fragrance of a flower
Like the fragrance of a woman
Is a declaration of fertility
The poetry of seduction
When you hold a flower
When you touch your lover
Traces of the fragrance stay with you
They're ingrained in your skin
Much like the single red rose
Standing alone, erect
Aflame with desire
My passion is only for you
And like a delicate flower
Our love is fueled by a fragrance
A fragrance that is uniquely yours
A scent that demands my attention
But in the end
Without love
Without passion
There would be no fragrance
~Rick Berry
poem by Rick Berry
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Forgiveness is one of the key ideas in this world. Forgiveness is not just some nebulous, vague idea that one can easily dismiss. It has to do with uniting people through practical politics. Without
forgiveness there is no future.
quote by Desmond Tutu
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The Violet
UPON the mead a violet stood,
Retiring, and of modest mood,
In truth, a violet fair.
Then came a youthful shepherdess,
And roam'd with sprightly joyousness,
And blithely woo'd
With carols sweet the air
"Ah!" thought the violet, "had I been
For but the smallest moment e'en
Nature's most beauteous flower,
'Till gather'd by my love, and press'd,
When weary, 'gainst her gentle breast,
For e'en, for e'en
One quarter of an hour!"
Alas! alas! the maid drew nigh,
The violet failed to meet her eye,
She crush'd the violet sweet.
It sank and died, yet murmur'd not:
"And if I die, oh, happy lot,
For her I die,
And at her very feet!"
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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A white day sheds light, a black day sheds darkness.
War Heel!
Thrusters are steadying; hounds at a loss,
Checked at the stile leading into the lane,
Feel for it forward and feather across,
Keen to recover their quarry again.
Horsemen sit silently watching the pack;
Nothing is heard but the clinking of steel,
Then a low whimper-one hound running back-
‘ 'War' heel, there! 'War' heel!'
Life's but a heart-stirring hunt at the best.
Checked by old memories, bid them begone!
Fling to the front with a laugh and a jest,
All that you seek for is for'ard and on !
Never look backward and never repine,
Keep with the pack as they scatter and wheel,
Turn from the years that have trampled the line!
'War' heel, there! 'War' heel!'
poem by William Henry Ogilvie
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Sonnet Of Motherhood X
I walked among the flowers that bend their heads
Low to the earth and back again to light,
Hearing them prattle of their blue and white—
Violet and jasmine in the bordered beds.
They whispered them of every wing that weds
388ഊFragrance to fragrance in the dusky night;
And, seeing them, I knew another sight,
And saw them bowing where all Beauty spreads.
I touched each petal with the sunbeams flaked—
Roses and pansies of the early morn,
Lilies that lilted of the moon’s light grace,
And left them hushed when all my joy was slaked;
For in the garden of my soul, God-born,
Each flower made beauty for my child’s soft face.
poem by Zora Bernice May Cross
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Hi Heel Sneakers
Put on your hi heel sneakers,
Honey put your wig-hat on your head,
Honey on your head.
Put on your hi heel sneakers,
Honey put your wig-hat on your head,
Alright.
You better pass some boxing gloves
In case this foreman wanna fight.
Put on your hi heel sneakers,
Honey get your wig-hat on your head,
Honey, on your head.
Put on your hi, hi heel sneakers, darling,
Honey youre gonna wear your wig-hat on your head.
Yeah
When Im steppin out tonight, baby
I do believe, Im really gonna knock em dead, oh!
song performed by by Janis Joplin
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Hi-Heel Sneakers
Put on your hi heel sneakers,
Honey put your wig-hat on your head,
Honey on your head.
Put on your hi heel sneakers,
Honey put your wig-hat on your head,
Alright.
You better pass some boxing gloves
In case this foreman wanna fight.
Put on your hi heel sneakers,
Honey get your wig-hat on your head,
Honey, on your head.
Put on your hi, hi heel sneakers, darling,
Honey you're gonna wear your wig-hat on your head.
Yeah
When I'm steppin' out tonight, baby
I do believe, I'm really gonna knock 'em dead, oh!
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Nails At The Crucifixion Hammered Into Jesus' Heel
God pronounced relentless battle between Satan
and the woman's seed between your seed her seed Genesis 3: 15.
in life battle Satan would 'bruise him on the heel.'
nails at the crucifixion hammered into Jesus' heel
Satan bruises his heel
God so ordered it
the salvation of man
could only be brought
by the death of Christ
even the spiritual seed
of our blessed Lord
are often heel bruised
we suffer persecution
temptation from Satan
the promised seed suffers but no destructive blow
'When the fullness of the time came, God sent
forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the Law' Galatians 4: 4.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Violet And The Rose
The violet in the wood, that's sweet to-day,
Is longer sweet than roses of red June;
Set me sweet violets along my way,
And bid the red rose flower, but not too soon.
Ah violet, ah rose, why not the two?
Why bloom not all fair flowers the whole year through?
Why not the two, young violet, ripe rose?
Why dies one sweetness when another blows?
poem by Augusta Davies Webster
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Child Juggling Kumquats, Smiling
Tao
can never dance.
All dance
is Tao.
Tao
can never forgive.
All things
create themselves.
Dance is not
wu-wei, action
without thought.
Dance is not shen yen,
realization that natural
rhythm is absolute freedom.
Dance escapes
definition.
Dance can only
be danced.
Forgiveness
is not a way
of moving
both in sorrow
and in peace.
Forgiveness
is not the child
of experience wedded
to understanding.
Forgiveness:
the union of open mind,
spontaneous movement,
and pure spirit.
Forgiveness:
the basic function
of dance.
poem by David Kowalczyk
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