Many things are too bad to be blessed, and too good to be cursed.
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Blessed To Be Cursed
I awaken early,
With thoughts that seem...
Already out of date.
Already out of time.
Already...
I feel I am too late.
Bombarded I am,
With images that feed.
And some I feel,
I am not yet ready to taste.
Am I cursed or blessed?
At times I feel in between.
And aging hasn't made this attraction,
Any easier for me...
It seems.
Am I cursed or blessed?
OR blessed to be cursed?
Is it possible to enjoy something,
And not quench that thirst?
I awaken early,
With thoughts that seem...
Already out of date.
Already out of time.
Already...
I feel I am too late.
Bombarded I am,
With images that feed.
And some I feel,
I am not yet ready to taste...
Although I enjoy,
Achieving those impossible dreams.
Am I cursed or blessed?
OR blessed to be cursed?
Is it possible to enjoy something,
And not quench that thirst?
And I think to myself...
'What am I getting out of this?
How am I benefitting,
When I am the last to think of myself first! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Good Lord Blessed Me
Through my life many strange things
have happened to me.
From a lonely life I thought I would lead
the good Lord blessed me
with a wonderful wife.
He blessed me with friends
all around the world,
some of which I may never see.
From what I thought
might be a sad and lonely life
the good Lord blessed me
with thing I could only dream of.
From sadness he delivered me to my wife.
From loneliness he gave to me friends
far across the sea.
He enriched my life with treasures
only some can dream of.
The treasures were not of money,
but love of a wonderful kind.
He let me meet people
of every race, colour and creed.
Delivered me from evils
for which I may have fallen.
For the hurt the good Lord blessed me
with a helping hand
so that I can help others
when and if I can.
He blessed me with the written word
so I can write of comfort and joy.
Yes, the good Lord blessed me
with all these wonderful things.
14 August 2008
poem by David Harris
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Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
The children who neglect their parents will be cursed,
The Nature makes such children’s house a hellish dome,
They are lucky children who are blessed by their parents,
It is said that there is a heaven under the legs of mother,
The children love or not to their mother but she loves all,
She embraces good or bad children but she can’t smother,
Mother is habituated to pray to God for all their happiness,
A few children won’t love their parents but love their wives,
In old age parents are in need of only their children’s love,
Who devote God, adore parents will be happy in their lives,
Love of parents always comes to children from the sky above,
God bless those children who are blessed by their parents,
And God curse those children who are cursed by their parents.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Self Epitaph
Good friend, for Jesus' sake, forbear,
To dig the dust enclosed here.
Blessed be the man that spares these stones,
And cursed be he who moves my bones.
poem by William Shakespeare
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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I Know What You Know
I know what you know
I am not inferior to you.
Do not look down on me
We are all homosapiens.
Divinely created as God's image
God rates us all equally.
I have sights like you
I walk like you
I think like you.
I may be black,
I may be white,
I may be coloured,
I may even be red
I am God's creation
My senses are the same like
Differences in skin pigmention
Does not make me inferior
We are the same
So, deal with me on what I know
So, deal with jewels inside me
Relate with me on my knowledge
Deal with me according to my capacity
I will reciprocate the same
We are bound to respect each other
I am not cursed
My generation is not cursed
My land is not cursed
I am endowed like you
My ancestors land is blessed
I know what you know
I am not inferior to you
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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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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How All This Has Happened to Me I Don't Know
How this all happened to happen to me I don’t know
The best things in my life are not the result of my achieving them-
I have been blessed by God
It is true I am not a bad person
But there are many much better
Who have had far less and suffered far more-
I have been blessed
God has been good to me
Why me I don’t exactly know.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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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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The Luck of a Blessing
HA HA HA, just my luck...
I try hard to go one way, but God wants me to go another.
I thought this was the right choice, but He says choose again.
Nothing is ever easy when it's something worth fighting for,
but nothing is ever more harder when that same cause you'll die to protect
has stabbed you in the heart.
So I guess that's just my luck...
I am a person who knows many things, and the one thing
I do know is that things will never be the same-we all have to
except change rather good, or bad, its comes with the territory..... the territory of life.
But I guess luck has nothing to do with it,
but love is everything about it.
Focus not on the feeling, but on the person. He truly loves us through thick and thin,
even though some may not love Him back.
We love because he loved first-we suffer because he suffered
greater-and we live because He still does.
So that's my luck, the fact that I'm blessed.
No matter how the day goes I'm blessed.
No matter where in life He takes me I'm blessed,
and no matter who leaves me, whether it's a lover, friend,
or members of family, with Him I'm always so thankfully blessed.
poem by Augustus Gatlin
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Upon The Barren Fig-Tree In God's Vineyard
What, barren here! in this so good a soil?
The sight of this doth make God's heart recoil
From giving thee his blessing; barren tree,
Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be!
Art thou not planted by the water-side?
Know'st not thy Lord by fruit is glorified?
The sentence is, Cut down the barren tree:
Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be.
Hast thou been digg'd about and dunged too,
Will neither patience nor yet dressing do?
The executioner is come, O tree,
Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be!
He that about thy roots takes pains to dig,
Would, if on thee were found but one good fig,
Preserve thee from the axe: but, barren tree,
Bear fruit, or else thy end will cursed be!
The utmost end of patience is at hand,
'Tis much if thou much longer here doth stand.
O cumber-ground, thou art a barren tree.
Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be!
Thy standing nor they name will help at all;
When fruitful trees are spared, thou must fall.
The axe is laid unto thy roots, O tree!
Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be.
poem by John Bunyan
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H's Soul
I wonder what happened to Hitler's Soul
As children cursed it around the world
At breakfast tables, under hidden floors
And at the oven doors
Lovers cursed it in their ecstasy throes
Soldiers cursed it, spitting on their boots
Marching in life and death parades
As their mothers cursed him too
Begging his Soul to be damned in Hell
Consigned with Generals that cursed it well
Where did it go, that very special Soul
Was there a space, a prison cell
Padded by the silence of his screams
That echo in our darkest dreams?
poem by Frank Bana
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Honestly, I've been very blessed. Yes, I am cursed with this gift.
quote by Wilmer Valderrama
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Be Hopeful
Hopeful
Be hopeful
Want to be successful
Saw good seeds
For we are cursed and blessed
By our own deeds
Being hopeful is to over come
And encouragement
Becomes our strength
For what we could become here
Unless we over come our fear
The wind blowing
Here and there
Life becomes so unfair
All you need to do
Is to be hopeful
Hopeful
Be hopeful
poem by Matt Ancient
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My In-Laws Were Outlaws
this is a true story -the story of inlaws deciding a marriage was over -inlaw interference between two people who loved each other immensely. It is a sad story becuase i doubt anyone was happy in the long run- My ex remarried but divorced again-so heres to Long Beach California lousy In-Laws-I wont say your name but u live on Los Coyotes Drive hahaha
You came to our wedding and
blessed it!
You came to my college graduation and
blessed it!
You gave me gifts
You gave me warmth
A few years passed
and I found out you were phony
Full of crap
and balony
You talked about me
behind my back
You blamed me
for any problems
in our marriage
And cursed it
You plotted and schemed
about how
to destroy it
and cursed it
Ohhhh cause My In-laws Were Outlaws
Wanted by no one
Filled with greed
Destreoyed by hate
cause My In-laws Were Outlaws
Controlling their children
interferring with their marriages
Forcing their will
Cause My In-Laws Were Outlaws
Flaunting their money
Ignoring our love
Forgetting who else blessed
our marriage
from above!
(twice)
Ohhhh My in-Laws Were Outlaws
poem by Rich Young
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A teacher is the best artist of the child
A teacher is the best artist of the child
He is also the builder of a strong Nation,
If his art fails the statue, this child will be wild,
Then, what about the future of our Nation?
Negligent teacher's children become bad,
This is a mysterious hit to him by Nature,
A good teacher does his duty what he had,
His children will be fine by the grace of God,
Teacher is blessed by God if he teaches well,
He should think that every child is his own,
Tomorrow before God every teacher has to tell,
In society a good teacher is well known,
A careless teacher is cursed to go to hell,
A good teacher lives with a honored crown.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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I am one of those people who are blessed, or cursed, with a nature which has to interfere. If I see a thing that needs doing I do it.
quote by Margery Allingham
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Suedehead
Why do you come here ?
And why, why do you hang around ?
I'm so sorry, oh ...
I'm so sorry, oh, oh ...
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me ?
When you know, oh
Why do you come ?
Why do you telephone ? ahur...
And why, why send me silly notes ?
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry, oh ...
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me ?
When you know, oh
Why do you come ?
It was because
Everything that i did
I wrote it down
On the wall
You had to sneak into my room
'just' to read my diary
"oh, it was just to see, just to see"
(all the things you knew i'd written about you...)
And oh so many illustrations
Oh, but
I'm so very sickened
Oh, i am so sickened now
Still, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Ah ...
Still, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
A good lay, ah ...
Oh, it was a good lay
It was a good lay
It was a good lay
Oh, it was a good lay
Good lay, good lay
Oh
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Good lay, oh
Thankyou.
song performed by by Morrissey
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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God is the manager
One became rich. God has blessed Him.
One went bankrupt. God has cursed Him.
God has two faces to perform His deeds.
He gets from some and gives to some.
25.07.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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