How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.
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How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
quote by William Shakespeare
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A Candle And A Man.
Someone lights a candle
And I see the things around.
A candle must burn like this
Nay, every candle must burn like this.
I begin to tell every one.
A candle dies as it lives for us
And we appear to live while we travel towards the end.
A candle lives and lives while it appears to be dying..
A lot we have to learn.
I begin to learn none.
It`s a candle which lives and lives throws greater questions
And I begin to be introceptive
-A mental exercise on a confined mind.
When shall I begin to live like a candle?
When shall I give out a flame that lives?
The questions begin to boomerang on me
As I sit in the candle light and see everything.
I see everything?
I miss to see a candle too.
The ghost of a candle haunts me.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Single Candle Light
The warm glow of a single candle flame
beckons a weary stranger there
to the bosom of a warm fire in
from the nighttime's cold.
A warm caring heart keeps the candle lit
to welcome back their love
from their long and lonely trek.
Each night they light the candle,
and sit waiting all alone,
hoping one night their love,
will glance on it
and return to their loving home.
The warm stretching finger
prods the darkness every night,
as it can be seen from miles away
across the empty prairie,
as they sit alone each night
by the warm fair light.
Hoping that their love will see its warm glow
and return to it and come home tonight
from their long and weary trek.
For years, the candle was lit,
but sadly, it shines no more.
Love broke the lonely heart
when they never came home.
Now all you can hear is a lonesome whistle
when the wind blows cold at night.
It has replaced that warm glow
of that single candle light.
poem by David Harris
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Evil
When I look over my shoulder
you are there, but you hide away
and rooted in my flesh
is the thing about I and me
and over all to be myself
and in the depths of my soul
ego is built in
In every good word and deed
evil is whispering
that never ceases
to appear
and with the good
it stays part of me
and throws its own shadow.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Malefactor's Plea
Of sentences that stir my bile,
Of phrases I detest,
There's one beyond all others vile;
"He did it for the best."
Of course he did: I don't suppose,
Nor can you think I should,
The man's among my deadliest foes,
Or is not fairly good.
Of course he did it for the best:
What should he do it for?
But did he do it? that's the test:
I ask to know no more.
Alas! he did: and here am I,
Quite ruined, half disgraced;
And you can really ask me why
My wrath is not effaced:
And there is he, good worthy man,
With self-esteem possessed,
Still saying, as of course he can,
"I did it for the best."
No evil deed was ever done,
Or honest man withstood,
Since first this weary world begun,
Except for someone's good.
And can it signify to me
Whose good he did it for?
Mine was it? thus 'twas wont to be,
And will be ever more.
When inoffensive people plant
A dagger in your breast,
Your good is what they really want:
They do it for the best.
poem by James Kenneth Stephen
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Po' Boy Blues
When I was home de
Sunshine seemed like gold.
When I was home de
Sunshine seemed like gold.
Since I come up North de
Whole damn world's turned cold.
I was a good boy,
Never done no wrong.
Yes, I was a good boy,
Never done no wrong,
But this world is weary
An' de road is hard an' long.
I fell in love with
A gal I thought was kind.
Fell in love with
A gal I thought was kind.
She made me lose ma money
An' almost lose ma mind.
Weary, weary,
Weary early in de morn.
Weary, weary,
Early, early in de morn.
I's so weary
I wish I'd never been born.
poem by Langston Hughes
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Of The Flie At The Candle
hat ails this fly thus desperately to enter
A combat with the candle? Will she venture
To clash at light? Away, thou silly fly;
Thus doing thou wilt burn thy wings and die.
But 'tis a folly her advice to give,
She'll kill the candle, or she will not live.
Slap, says she, at it; then she makes retreat,
So wheels about, and doth her blows repeat.
Nor doth the candle let her quite escape,
But gives some little check unto the ape:
Throws up her heels it doth, so down she falls,
Where she lies sprawling, and for succour calls.
When she recovers, up she gets again,
And at the candle comes with might and main,
But now behold, the candle takes the fly,
And holds her, till she doth by burning die.
Comparison.
This candle is an emblem of that light
Our gospel gives in this our darksome night.
The fly a lively picture is of those
That hate and do this gospel light oppose.
At last the gospel doth become their snare,
Doth them with burning hands in pieces tear.
poem by John Bunyan
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Good Deeds
The right deed is a good deed,
Feathers are reclined on since birth.
One saying carries new meaning
For those who listen and create deeds.
A man’s heart implores goodness from the soul,
This is beautiful when his wishes are met.
The deed of the heart is a greater deed,
It is a highest deed, full of promise.
You are higher than this of course,
The cushions we sit on are relaxing
Due to your tallness and weight,
This is a secret of the soul.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The shining. For Tara.
It shines.
It shines from the new-born baby;
shines in the magic of birth.
It shines in first love;
in lasting love.
It shines in laughter,
in tears of sadness,
in tears of joy.
It shines in wisdom,
shines in goodness,
shines as beauty.
It shines in the held breath
of the peace of dawn about to break;
it shines in the stillness
of the hour of sunset.
It shines as life.
There is no limit to its shining
except the denying of it
and even then,
it shines
Since you know it so well,
does it need a name?
A name perhaps, to praise?
Nameless, known to all,
beyond all praise,
it shines.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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One should see the world, and see himself as a scale with an equal balance of good and evil. When he does one good deed the scale is tipped to the good - he and the world is saved. When he does one evil deed the scale is tipped to the bad - he and the world is destroyed.
quote by Maimonides
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Shine
(mick hucknall)
Ooh Ill remember those old love letters
Plagued with memories I cant forget us
Trying to fight it
Trying to hide it
Rekindled flames are not recommended
But it never went out boy
It never ended
Trying to fight it
Trying to hide it
Your love it shines
In a cruel hard world
Its a miracle to find
Someone good
Someone whose love it shines
Your love it shines
Here in this appartment with oh too many rooms
Pearls once meant something they brought me only gloom
Trying to fight it
Trying to hide it
Rekindled flames are not recommended
But it never went out boy
It never ended
Crime can fight it
Lies can hide it
Your love it shines
In a cruel hard world
Its a miracle to find
Someone good
Someone whose love it shines
Your love it shines
Youd better shine it up
Youd better shine it up
Youd better shine it up
Youd better shine it up
In a cruel hard world
Its a miracle to find
Someone good
Someone whose love it shines
Your love it shines
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Shine
Ooh I remember those old love letters
Plagued with memories, I cant forget us
Trying to fight it, trying to hide it
Rekindled flames are not recommended
But it never went out boy, it never ended
Trying to fight it, trying to hide it
But your love it shines
In a cruel hard world
Its a miracle to find
Someone good, someone whose love it shines
Your love it shines
Here in this apartment with oh too many rooms
Pearls once meant something, they brought me only gloom
Trying to fight it, trying to hide it
Rekindled flames are not recommended
But it never went out boy, it never ended
Crime can fight it, lies can hide it
But your love it shines
In a cruel hard world
Its a miracle to find
Someone good, someone whose love it shines
Your love it shines
Youd better shine your love, shine your love, shine it up
Youd better shine your love, shine your love, shine it up
In a cruel hard world
Its a miracle to find
Someone good, someone whose love it shines
Your love it shines
song performed by by Simply Red
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Fascinating Figures In A Flickering Candle Light
The candle flickering
throws fascinating figures
to dance across the walls.
Silhouettes that move
in opulent rhythms,
which are hidden, from our ears.
Fascinating figures that capture
all our imagination can see,
dancing on a faint breeze
that wafts the candle flame
in jubilant games
into the darkened night.
We sit mesmerized by it all
as the silhouettes dance
and sway across the walls,
brought to life by
the flickering candle light.
poem by David Harris
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A good deed here, a good deed there, a good thought here, a good comment there, all added up to my career in one way or another.
quote by Sidney Poitier
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Candle At The Edge Of The World
There is a candle at the edge of the world
that burns for all humanity.
In the daytime, it burns blue
to colour our skies when we wake.
At night, it is covered with a shade
and that is when darkness calls.
This candle at the edge of the world
is a constant reminder to us all
that if we venture too far too fast
we will eventually fall.
The candle burns within us
to show us the way each day
and if it ever fails
that is when our darkness calls.
It burns through our torment and strife,
our loves, happiness and failures too.
That candle at the edge of the world
is simply me and you.
poem by David Harris
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An Appeal To The Vexations
As Vexations of the older kind leave our path
A new world of its own has to emerge.
A candle, a smile and a soothing word...
Ha! You and I feel like living a certain phase.
In the midst of furies bound onto us
Aren`t we helpless for along time dear ones? .
Then will flash the beams of this candle,
Blow the wind of the smile and echo the word.
Somewhere there lives a hope unknown to all
A dream begins to embrace our skulls
A sigh of relief is let out of our noses.
We may begin to wake up for ever?
M.D DINESH NAIR
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Candles
candle
it is used to light up
your years
candle
it is used to blow out
your years
candle
it is used to turn shadows
into animals
candle
it is used to help us see
the real from the shadows
candle
love and passion drip
through the wedding night
candle
a lump of spent energy
after all is over
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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See off the worries
The deed on your accord may turn bad.
Curse not; the doing gave you pleasure.
The deed thrust on you may turn good.
Regret not the doing, the end in mind.
If the deed out of the will harmed
Ask pardon and repent till the end.
Then you will have beaten your worries.
03.01.12003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Act Of Doing Good...
whatever good that i do
i just do it
wherever that good deed goes
to hell or heaven
whether it falls to the hands of the
devil or to the wings of those angels
it does not matter
the responsibility is passed
to the port where
the ship has docked and
anchored its weight
meanwhile i shall do
another good deed again
simply because it is my nature
my essence
my duty and i shall not be hurt
anymore
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sunlight
Sunlight presents itself with favours upon mankind,
The whole night has abstained,
The world is jolly so much more than us.
My life beams radiation of high strength,
On these victims I preach
To live good lives, so honest and mighty.
Sunlights are the hands of time, like measure,
Like stormy weather, and all of the time;
May honesty process its wonders.
Let life believe in itself when the Sun shines,
On us, on them, and on the very young;
A faithful sunset is guaranteed.
poem by Naveed Akram
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