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Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the best even of their blunders.

quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Blessed are the forgetful for they get the better even of their blunders.

quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Blessed are the forgetful: for they get the better even of their blunders.

quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Our Irish blunders are never blunders of the heart.

quote by Maria Edgeworth
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Anyone Will Do

Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Will certainly for them do!

They want to watch me and you,
To select and consider.
But their thoughtless bitterness
Has left them much the fools.
Everything that they touch...
To elevate their lust to heights,
Exposes their incompetence...
And their attraction to decadence,
Stirs a crisis that backbites!

Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Will certainly for them do!

Those who chose to follow their lead,
Can not believe they with them today bleed.
And everything about them and their lifestyles too...
Seems to be admittedly being refused.
They have lost a confidence...
With a pride they all pursued!
Everything about them repells as well!
No one leaves it as a secret,
Who and what has created this hell!

Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Will certainly for them do!

Anyone...
Except themselves!
And that is the sadness so true.
Themselves they are blinded to see...
As the initiators of their own ignorance,
Hyped with hypocrisies.
And enforcing upon themselves,
Their own tragedies so needlessly!

Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Including me,
And you!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is man one of God's blunders? Or is God one of man's blunders?

quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Trinity Of Carnatic Music 2-Muthuswamy Dhikshitar

Blessed Yogi when blessed
Blessed was your cognizant mastery
To be blessed from the sacred depths
Devi Ganga to treasure you with Rama-Veena

Blessed later when the Lord of Tiruttani
Blessed was 'you' with your vibhakti kritis
To be blessed from the heavenly treasury
'GuruGuha' to treasure you in bouffant compendium

Blessed your sanskrit lexicon when blessed
Blessed Navavarna kritis blossomed in stacks
To be blessed then planetary nine in seven talas
Extended seventy two Kartas issuing varieties aplenty

Blessed your peripatetic journey when blessed
Blessed Amrithavarshini pattered driving drought
To be blessed you then to sing to Madurai Meenakshi
'Meenalochani Pasamochani'to board you of Her abode

Blessed scholar with blessed knowledge
Blessed verbarian, blessed musician
To be blessed is we O'Guru, by your soul
Devis and deities from your resort of music

poem by Indira Renganathan
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In the Old Age of the Soul

I do not choose to dream; there cometh on me
Some strange old lust for deeds.
As to the nerveless hand of some old warrior
The sword-hilt or the war-worn wonted helmet
Brings momentary life and long-fled cunning,
So to my soul grown old -
Grown old with many a jousting, many a foray,
Grown old with namy a hither-coming and hence-going -
Till now they send him dreams and no more deed;
So doth he flame again with might for action,
Forgetful of the council of elders,
Forgetful that who rules doth no more battle,
Forgetful that such might no more cleaves to him
So doth he flame again toward valiant doing.

poem by Ezra Pound
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The South Wind: A Fisherman's Blessing

O blessed drums of Aldershot!
O blessed South-west train!
O blessed, blessed Speaker's clock,
All prophesying rain!

O blessed yaffil, laughing loud!
O blessed falling glass!
O blessed fan of cold gray cloud!
O blessed smelling grass!

O bless'd South wind that toots his horn
Through every hole and crack!
I'm off at eight to-morrow morn,
To bring
such
fishes back!

Eversley, April 1, 1856.

poem by Charles Kingsley
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How Blessed Am I

How blessed am I for being born
Of parents good and God-fearing!
How blessed am I for siblings nine
Who made my childhood truly great!

How blessed am I for being made
Handsome and healthy, fair and hale!
How blessed am I for gaining ken
And virtues, wisdom, fortitude!

How blessed am I for being reared
So well by parents dutiful!
How blessed am I for achievements
Quite praiseworthy in life on earth!

How blessed am I for having fared
So well in life in every field!
How blessed am I for talents, gifts
That most men cannot dream to have!

How blessed am I for miracles
That gave my life a newer lease!
How blessed am I for finding time
To thank and praise the Almighty!

How blessed am I for grace of God
That goads me on in heaven’s road!
How blessed am I for everything
God gave me amply in His time!

How blessed am I for love of God
That chose me to be Christian!
How blessed am I for hope and faith
That help me follow Jesus’ steps!

How blessed am I for poesy
That made my life stress-free, worthwhile!
How blessed am I for God’s with me
And I’m with Him in earthly life!

poem by John Celes
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Blessed Be Your Name - Hillsong

Blessed be Your name,
In the land that is plentiful.
Where Your streams of abundance flow,
Blessed be Your name.
Blessed be Your name,
When I'm found in the desert place.
When I walk through the wilderness,
Blessed be Your name.
Every blessing You pour out,
I'll turn back to praise.
When the darkness closes in,
Lord, still, I will say:
(Chorus)
Blessed be the name of the Lord,
Blessed be Your name.
Blessed be the name of the Lord,
Blessed be Your glorious name.

Blessed be Your name,
When the sun's shining down on me.
When the world's all as it should be,
Blessed be Your name.
Blessed be Your name,
On the road marked with suffering.
When there's pain in the offering,
Blessed be Your name.
Every blessing You pour out,
I'll turn back to praise.
When the darkness closes in,
Lord, still, I will say:
(Chorus) x 2

You give and take away,
You give and take away.
My heart will choose to say,
Lord, blessed be Your name. x 2
(Chorus) x 2

poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Blessed child,

Blessed child,
Blessed child,
You will live to see Eternity,
Either way,
There is the blessed in your love,

Let it reign,
Maybe you are blessed than any other,
You will not die blessed child,
You will live to see Heaven in your heart,
Either way you are a blessed child,
I can see it in your eye's,
That you are far much blessed.

poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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In A Fix?

Contemplation in process,
Reckoning still to define
Belief swirls the way
Tide in the stream of mind.

So what! ideas will come and go
Some may hit, others not so
stand up! have courage to differ
lest orthodoxy remains God, so bow

Blessed are the ones
Who imagines and rethink
Translates em into words
Solve koans, brings life in sync.

True! the course never is simple
has more blunders, less shines
Than what worth is a life
afraid of slopes, fear declines.

poem by Samima Shah
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Blessed

Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit
Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows
Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on
O Lord, why have you forsaken me?
I got no place to go
I've walked around Soho for the last night or so
Ah, but it doesn't matter, no
Blessed is the land and the kingdom
Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to
Blessed are the meth drinkers, pot sellers, illusion dwellers
O Lord, why have you forsaken me?
My words trickle down from a wound
That I have no intention to heal
Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass
Blessed is the church service, makes me nervous
Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers
O Lord, why have you forsaken me?
I have tended my own garden much too long

song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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Old Spanish Song

I'm thinking of the wooing
That won my maiden heart
When he--he came pursuing
A love unused to art.
Into the drowsy river
The moon transported flung
Her soul that seemed to quiver
With the songs my lover sung.
And the stars in rapture twinkled
On the slumbrous world below--
You see that, old and wrinkled,
I'm not forgetful--no!

He still should be repeating
The vows he uttered then--
Alas! the years, though fleeting,
Are truer yet than men!
The summer moonlight glistens
In the favorite trysting spot
Where the river ever listens
For a song it heareth not.
And I, whose head is sprinkled
With time's benumbing snow,
I languish, old and wrinkled,
But not forgetful--no!

What though he elsewhere turneth
To beauty strangely bold?
Still in my bosom burneth
The tender fire of old;
And the words of love he told me
And the songs he sung me then
Come crowding to uphold me,
And I live my youth again!
For when love's feet have tinkled
On the pathway women go,
Though one be old and wrinkled,
She's not forgetful--no!

poem by Eugene Field
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All-Saints' Day (1867)

Blessed are they whose baby-souls are bright,
Whose brows are sealèd with the cross of light,
Whom God Himself has deign'd to robe in white—
Blessed are they!

Blessed are they who follow through the wild
His sacred footprints, as a little child;
Who strive to keep their garments undefiled—
Blessed are they!

Blessed are they who commune with the Christ,
Midst holy angels, at the Eucharist—
Who aye seek sunlight through the rain and mist—
Blessed are they!

Blessed are they—the strong in faith and grace—
Who humbly fill their own appointed place;
They who with steadfast patience run the race—
Blessed are they!

Blessed are they who suffer and endure—
They who through thorns and briars walk safe and sure;
Gold in the fire made beautiful and pure!—
Blessed are they!

Blessed are they on whom the angels wait,
To keep them facing the celestial gate,
To help them keep their vows inviolate—
Blessed are they!

Blessed are they to whom, at dead of night,—
In work, in prayer—though veiled from mortal sight,
The great King's messengers bring love and light—
Blessed are they!

Blessed are they whose labours only cease
When God decrees the quiet, sweet release;
Who lie down calmly in the sleep of peace—
Blessed are they!
Whose dust is angel-guarded, where the flowers
And soft moss cover it, in this earth of ours;
Whose souls are roaming in celestial bowers—
Blessed are they!

Blessed are they—our precious ones—who trod
A pathway for us o'er the rock-strewn sod.
How are they number'd with the saints of God!
Blessed are they!

Blessed are they, elected to sit down
With Christ, in that day of supreme renown,
When His own Bride shall wear her bridal crown—
Blessed are they!

poem by Ada Cambridge
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God Has Blessed America

God has blessed America
with the ability to choose.
And we lean to our own understanding;
not asking him what to do.

God has blessed America
with landscape’s that will take your breath away.
And we dig-up and cut-down,
and litter everyday.

When God made the earth
He said, “It is good.”
And we’re not taking care of it;
like we know we really should.

God has blessed America
more than we deserve;
With his love and compassion,
His mercies new each day.

God has blessed America
With the babies that he give;
and we abuse and neglect them,
and kill them daily still.

God has Blessed America
Oh how he blessed us so.
We have freedom in our country;
More than other countries will know.

God has blessed America
with oceans blue as the sky;
and we pollute them, killing sea life,
not caring that they die.

God has blessed America
we have freedom of speech;
and we destroy; killing spirits
with the poison that we speak.

God has blessed America
The land we say we love;
But we continue to destroy it,
The land we’re unworthy of.

Copyright © 2010 by-Phyllis Strong

poem by Phyllis Strong
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Tested

Simplicity is what we need
And I know it in my heart
So many choices make us think we need
What we havent got
Ive been blessed by you
Ive been tested by an angel
Ive been blessed by you
And I know and I believe
Theres a way out to the sea of happiness
And if I knew what buddha taught
Would my wings unfold?
And if I had all that I want
Could I let it go?
Ive been blessed by you
Ive been tested by an angel
Ive been blessed by you
And I know and I believe
Theres a way out to the sea of happiness
Sometimes I feel like Im learning to crawl
Like Im still learning how to love
And sometimes I feel like Im losing it all
But I know there must be some way
We can rise above
Ive been blessed by you
Ive been tested by an angel
Ive been blessed by you
And I know and I believe
Theres a way out to the sea of happiness
And I know and I believe, and I know and i
Believe...

song performed by by Heather Nova
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Yes, I Am B-l-e-s-s-e-d

I know I've been blessed!
How do I know that?
I've allowed you to dump your nonsense on me,
And I haven't 'blessed' you out!
I've had choice words to say to you for years.
And I've been fighting back the urge
Not to pull from those places you have encouraged.
I know I have been blessed.
To manifest goodwill and pray for the welfare of mankind
When many of those folks have done their best...
To drive me out of my mind!
I KNOW I have been blessed.
But I will cuss someone now and then.
One of 'them' who likes testing shark infested waters.
Just as a reminder how blessed I am
To keep myself from biting the heads off
Of those who can't get enough of agitating others
At their expense.
I don't leave anyone in suspense!
Yes, I am b-l-e-s-s-e-d.
And I leave no one guessing about it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blessings

My Dear Friend,

Blessed Be You
Blessed Be I :)

Count your Blessings
So Shall I :)

May we have a Blessed Friendship!

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Simple Way To Enjoy Guilt Free Gift of Beer and Pizza

Blessed be the workers laborers of the field
harvesters of the hops and barley
Blessed be the brewers bottlers truck drivers
distributors liquor store proprietors
Blessed be the hands that the kneaded the dough
the oven and pickers of the onions
the Sun the plump ripe fruit of the vine
pickers waters of the growing grain
the cow the cheese maker
Blessed be the sacrificed pig
Blessed be the driver
All hands and life responsible for delivering
the simple joy
of Beer and Pizza

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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