Men stumble over pebbles, never over mountains.
quote by Marilyn French
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Nobody trips over mountains. It is the small pebble that causes you to stumble. Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find you have crossed the mountain.
Catch My Fall
I have the time so I will sing yeah
Im just a boy but I will win yeah
Lost song of lovers fellow travelers yeah
Leave me sad and hollow out of words
It could happen to you so think for youreself
If I should stumble
Catch my fall yeah
If I should stumble
Catch my fall
Catch my fall
If I should stumble
Catch my fall
If I should stumble
Ive traveled and unwound my own truth yeah
Ive laid my head on the rock of youth yeah
Ive trusted and then broken my own word
Just to keep me free in this mad, mad word
It could happen to you so think for youreself
If I should stumble
Catch my fall yeah
If I should stumble
Catch my fall
Catch my fall
It could happen to you so think for youreself
If I should stumble wont yoc catch my fall yeah
If I should stumble catch my fall yeah
If I should stumble would you catch my fall
If I should stumble catch my fall
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Do You Still Cry? .....
you cried on your first pain and tell
everyone about it, sharing the pain, thinking
that with others knowing it and saying 'our sympathies'
can lessen the weight of the
burden and ease the pain,
i tell you, it is a matter of getting to know pain
familiarizing the drama of the heart,
scrutinizing every neuron of the emotion
getting to know life, and eventually preparing
for every inch and step towards death
for that is our destination, annihilation, but
something higher than that can comfort you,
birds fly higher so they can see from certain height
the smallness of lamentations,
we travel fast, and not arriving somewhere but
we gain something as we tread upon the pebbles that
make the mountains stumble
there is no use for cries, they are for the novices,
we must swallow that bitterness and from its effects shall we live.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our Mountains
Everyone has their mountains
that they want to climb,
mountains whose summits
reach up and touch the sky.
We go through our lives
climbing our mountains
and at times, we stumble
and slip a little behind.
Picking ourselves up
then start our trek again
never losing sight
of what lays a head.
One day we will reach the summit
and stand there breathing in
the clear cool air
when we finally get there.
Our achievement is recorded
along with all the other
mountains we’ve had to climb.
Our testament of determination.
It’s our dreams that seem elusive
until we make them come true
through our struggles and modifications
to taste the clear cool air.
(22 May 2011)
poem by David Harris
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Communion
my feet shall tread upon grass
the grass spreads upon a topping of pebbles
the pebbles plunge on the river
the banks keep the stretch
until it reaches the mouth of the sea
and the sea spreads its arms all throughout the
continents of the earth's bodily contours
with the winds that takes the clouds with them
drifting along the curves of mountains and its peaks
until it communes with the myriad shining stars
at night with you
my world has become complete
warm and lovely
in communion with your
body and soul
i have become so full.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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People don’t trip on mountains, but they sometimes stumble on stones.
No Fear Of Falling
Through my sleepless days I've found,
That in my dreamless sleep I'm bound,
To one night here the sound, of you calling,
Do not stumble through tonight,
Have no fear of falling.
and if nobody got lost,
and if no-one paid the cost,
The price of this you may summise, is forever after,
You won't stumble through tonight drowning in their laughter.
You won't stumble through tonight drowning in their laughter.
From these moments, we awake,
Our heads clear of the mistakes,
How we never hit the breaks, or felt it stalling,
Just don't stumble through tonight,
Have no fear of falling.
No don't stumble through tonight,
Have no fear of falling.
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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Small ills are the fountains of most of our groans. Men trip not on mountains, they stumble on stones.
Then There Are The Mountains
On a mountain's peak is there peace?
Mountains that overlook the quiet prairie.
Mountains that borders life in rural counties.
Mountains chiseled by years of wind and rain.
Mountain winds creep keeping all secrets.
Mountains a kin to the lower hills of death.
Mountains at the height of glamour baked in sunshine.
Mountains that reach for more majestic planes.
Mountains giving to the ridges, valleys and cliffs.
Mountains in spring the fulfillment of adventure and dream.
Mountains which can shelter one from storm.
Mountains an enduring symbol in poetry.
Mountains which inhabit the calls of the wild.
Mountains of spectacle, below the bending roads between.
Mountains embracing, magnifying the sounds of river.
Mountains the stellar monuments of time.
poem by William Blackman
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Walk of Life
Grandpa! Your walking stick knows how many pebbles that you hit?
But the pebbles never hit you on your walkover.
*Some unsophisticated friends are like that.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Mountains Of Burma
The tucker box is empty now, the heart of kellys country cleared
The gangers on the southern line, like the steam trains have disappeared
Pelicans glide, miracles up in the sky
We vote for the government, with axes in his eyes
Mountains of burma, the road to mandalay
In the mountains of burma, light years away, mountains of burma
Will the sons of solidarity, still march on may day
And will the sisters of the seventies, still fight for equal pay
Theres no on eon the reeperbahn, no more blankets handed out for land
We feed an economy, thats got blood on its hands
Mountains of burma...
Pack your bags full of guns and ammunition
Bills fall due for the industrial revolution
Scorch the earth till the earth surrenders
Soldiers of armies, storm empty fields
In a travellers trance, on the way to the high frontier
Sleepwalkers stumble, cable cars run aground
Imaginary enemies, form high above the clouds
In the mountains of burma...
(hirst)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Those Who Come To Bull
When is BS,
BS?
And begins to spoil the atmosphere?
When bullies attempt to jump over the Moon,
To stumble over pebbles instead.
With a sneaking done over a fence,
To stench the field.
With disguises to pass themselves off,
As prized cows...
To spy on the thoroughbreds grazing.
As the real prized cows swoon,
To gain the attention...
Of those who are true champions.
No matter what those who come to bull do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Snow
Restricted though
Desire to move more
Purity abounds
All around
Pristine white
With all its might
Embraces one
Embraces all
Mountains majestic
And pebbles at your door
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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Words Like Pebbles
Words like pebbles
Thrown down a pond
Will cause some ripples
That go around.
Words like pebbles
Never come back
They sink in people
That they attack.
Words can create
A thousand circles,
Pain resonates
As hurts unfurl.
Words released
Like pebbles drown;
The friendships cease
As they go down.
Hold your words
Hide your pebbles
You cannot afford
To cause the ripples.
The pond is calm
So be blessed
Be friendship's balm
Speak what is best.
'Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise
brings healing.'
Proverbs 12: 18
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
Written May 11,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Its better to stumble with your feet than to stumble with your mouth.
A Political Theory
the way you manage things
pertains to an ordinary garden
weeding out the bad ones
cultivating the ideals
the snakes are caught and
cut to pieces
and the rats poisoned
and the trees pruned
the paths cleaned of rocks
and pebbles
you level mountains
desiring the plains
and the neighborhood claps
their hand and shall make
new monuments for you
there are words of praises
but not from me
for in my garden
the snakes thrive with the rats
the moss grows well with the stone
the grasses and the buffaloes
the rivers and the reeds
the fish and crocodiles
the bees and the flowers
the mountains stay as is
and the plains spread as they wish
i just let themselves be
and they are all very happy.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pebbles & Stones
Pebbles and stones,
Of different tones.
Oval or Round.
Black or Brown.
Smooth or rough
Oddly enough,
People collect
pebbles and stones.
They like to select
the smooth and round.
They like to select,
if it's shiny and brown.
Do you like pebbles too?
Or stones in black and blue?
Empty Baseball Park
Why should I hate you?
After all, its been so long
Since Ive lived in town.
Let it go for now.
Have a drink at your favorite bar till dark.
Stumble into empty baseball park.
Strike one and strike two...
I guess were both out.
Stumble past the record store
End up at the movies.
Try and think of something else.
Nothings comin to me.
Stumble past the record store
End up at the movies.
Try and think of something else.
Nothings comin to me.
You do this to me.
You do this and I oblige.
And I fight it.
Why should I miss you?
After all, its been so long
Since I felt your kiss.
Did it come to this?
Stumble past the record store
End up at the movies.
Try and think of something else.
Nothings comin to me.
Stumble past the record store
And end up at the movies.
Try and think of something else.
Nothings comin to me.
I let you do this to me.
I must be crazy.
I must be crazy.
I must be crazy.
I must be.....
I must be.
I must be.
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Empty Baseball Park
Why should I hate you?
After all, its been so long
Since Ive lived in town.
Let it go for now.
Have a drink at your favorite bar till dark.
Stumble into empty baseball park.
Strike one and strike two...
I guess were both out.
Stumble past the record store
End up at the movies.
Try and think of something else.
Nothings comin to me.
Stumble past the record store
End up at the movies.
Try and think of something else.
Nothings comin to me.
You do this to me.
You do this and I oblige.
And I fight it.
Why should I miss you?
After all, its been so long
Since I felt your kiss.
Did it come to this?
Stumble past the record store
End up at the movies.
Try and think of something else.
Nothings comin to me.
Stumble past the record store
And end up at the movies.
Try and think of something else.
Nothings comin to me.
I let you do this to me.
I must be crazy.
I must be crazy.
I must be crazy.
I must be.....
I must be.
I must be.
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Stumble
We stumble through life
letting good and bad
things enter in there.
Sometimes the good
outweighs the bad,
and sometimes the bad
outweighs the good.
We never know
the shape of our life
to come,
nor how much good
and bad we’ll let in.
We just stumble along
letting this happen
sometimes out of our control.
There are times
when we stop to reflect
of how our life
is shaping up.
We then stumble forward,
try to make amends
for the bad thing we’ve done.
Unfortunately, time won’t
let us turn back the clock.
26 December 2007
poem by David Harris
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