Do not be troubled for a language, cultivate your soul and she will show herself.
quote by Eugene Delacroix
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Ovid
Troubled
I am troubled
by words
troubled
I never sleep
Learning the local language
I morph into Ovid
and compose an epic poem
no one will ever read
leaving glass sentences
with too much nakedness
scattered all over the floor
like jewels
Sadness oozing out
poem by Stefanus Vivier
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The Poem Is The Feeling Of The Soul
THE POEM IS THE FEELING OF THE SOUL
The poem is the feeling of the soul
Told in the language
Of the deepest beauty.
Even a troubled soul
May have a song
And Darkness find light
In a few words.
Oh music oh life oh loneliness oh fear
What will be?
God help me.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Are You Troubled
Are you troubled, are you lonesome
Do you cry when you are alone
Then come with me to lonely street
Where everyone feels the same
They play the blues down there
And cry in their beer
No one hits one on the shoulder
And says hello
You're all alone on lonely street
No one looks you in the eye
Troubles stay locked inside
As they bloody well should
Come on down, hear the trumpet
And hear the lonely lady sing
About the way her man did her
And you think, he did me the same
Let the sax play loud and lonely
Let the drums drift thru your mind
And that piano in the corner
Fill your soul with pain
Are you troubled, come with me
I'll show you the way there
And I'll cry your tears with you
As we drink our beer
But I won't tell you why I'm troubled
Or what I feel in my soul
Cause then you couldn't hear the sad sounds
That fill the room with blues.
It's getting a little crowded
But thats ok too
There's a lot of us fools like us
That are sad and lonely and blue.
Written by Jo Carey
Common Language
Common Language
The common language of Earth and galaxies everywhere,
is Soul Language, which sentient beings all do share.
Share their thoughts about conflict and strife,
bring back “peace” and end killing of life.
Life of course cannot die,
but can be needs to be respected, cherished and not denied.
Like Peter of Galilee,
was speaking Soul Language to 1,000 people times 3.
They all knew what he had said,
Pilgrims followed the teachings in which they were lead,
and became followers of The Way,
teachings for daily living of Jesus on that Pentecost Sunday.
Now nations of Earth can speak from a common ground,
hear the purist voice in the purist form without a sound.
Soul language has the presence of the divine,
it’s wisdom is used in Soul Language all the time.
Soul language can heal the conflict of the nations
Of Earth, make had a new world view in it’s rebirth.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 19,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Common Language
Common Language
The common language of Earth and galaxies everywhere,
is Soul Language, which sentient beings all do share.
Share their thoughts about conflict and strife,
bring back “peace” and end killing of life.
Life of course cannot die,
but can be needs to be respected, cherished and not denied.
Like Peter of Galilee,
was speaking Soul Language to 1,000 people times 3.
They all knew what he had said,
Pilgrims followed the teachings in which they were lead,
and became followers of The Way,
teachings for daily living of Jesus on that Pentecost Sunday.
Now nations of Earth can speak from a common ground,
hear the purist voice in the purist form without a sound.
Soul language has the presence of the divine,
it’s wisdom is used in Soul Language all the time.
Soul language can heal the conflict of the nations
Of Earth, make had a new world view in it’s rebirth.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 19,2011
www.christinasunrise.com www.purplepoems.com
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Forgotten Fertility Myth
Pranab k c
27/06/2011
a deep depression
carries monsoon again
its raining
five days at a stretch
day and night
she is wet
her chastity
waiting to be ploughed
soil so soft
to be mould in creation
plough hard
my peasant friend
pour dropp to form seed
your personal rain
would make her corny
every dream
of your personal cloud
would make her smile festive
fertile soil seeks seedling
cultivate you the peasant
cultivate hard
cultivate with care
cultivate with unending passion
She waits to bear all the pain
for a pleasure of exposing a life again
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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A Friend
A friend is someone whose arms reach out
far beyond their reach,
to comfort a troubled soul,
and help them through their troubled times.
A friend is someone who always freely gives,
expecting nothing in return,
and is always there
whenever the need may arise.
A friend is someone who cares from the heart.
Who will stand by your side
whenever the troubles start.
A friend is someone whose face may never be seen,
but whose touch is always felt
and their words always
comfort your ailing soul.
A friend is someone who will never criticize,
but will listen to a troubled mind
without complaining.
A friend is someone who is all these,
and so much more.
Someone who will never ignore you,
but will always have the time.
25 September 2007
poem by David Harris
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Troubled Soul
You say, you reached the point of no return
And I believe your faith has deserted you
You lie all the time
So pay for your freedom or pay for your crime
And the pleasure is mine
Like revenge is sweet on corrupted meat
The compulsion to feed the flames of greed
You take the easy way out your troubled soul
I lie, and do you lie when you believe
I fear that first dependency in years
You lie all the time
So pay for your freedom or pay for your crime
And the pleasure is mine
Like revenge is sweet on corrupted meat
The compulsion to feed the flames of greed
You take the easy way out your troubled soul
You show me how you feel, like a dog in the pouring rain
You wont fight, you wont fight, ever again
Burn, burn, burn
You take the easy way out your troubled soul
song performed by by Xymox
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Troubled Soul
You say, you reached the point of no return
And I believe your faith has deserted you
You lie all the time
So pay for your freedom or pay for your crime
And the pleasure is mine
Like revenge is sweet on corrupted meat
The compulsion to feed the flames of greed
You take the easy way out your troubled soul
I lie, and do you lie when you believe
I fear that first dependency in years
You lie all the time
So pay for your freedom or pay for your crime
And the pleasure is mine
Like revenge is sweet on corrupted meat
The compulsion to feed the flames of greed
You take the easy way out your troubled soul
You show me how you feel, like a dog in the pouring rain
You wont fight, you wont fight, ever again
Burn, burn, burn
You take the easy way out your troubled soul
song performed by by Xymox
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Something That I Can't Do
how i wish i can imitate
the flow of water in my life
that choice of taking the path
of least resistance
how i wish i can have the language
of the rain
that which assuages pain
that which satisfies the thirst
of grass
that which jives with the slow pacing
of the stones
i can't.
i am already born with the language of
my parents
it is the language that i know
the only language of my body and soul
i have to like it
there is no other sound
no other choice
except to speak it
again and
again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Therefore I feel that the aforementioned guiding principle must be modified to read: If you desire peace, cultivate justice, but at the same time cultivate the fields to produce more bread; otherwise there will be no peace.
quote by Norman Borlaug
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Early Works - Time
Times of troubled pasts
Times of troubled future
Times of troubled present
More is the man who is great of mind
More is the man who is great of soul
More is the man who is great of love
Time is the man who thinks of nothing
Time is the soul in deep despair
Time is the fool of no awakening
More is the time of unbound less wastes
More is the time all of us wastes
More is time, is time, is time
Date unknown
poem by David Harris
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Poetry is? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
What is poetry is like asking,
'Why is the sky blue? '
There is no answer to What or Why?
but, in any event,
I shall try.
Poetry flows from my heart through my pen,
down through
its neb,
Like a fly struggling in the web of a spider, waiting
to be free.
What is poetry-who knows-could be as simple as the
morning dew on a rose,
children’s laughter,
a baby’s cry,
a mother crooning a lullaby,
bells chiming loud and clear,
the voices
of those that we hold dear.
Poetry is the language of the soul
It gives us the courage to afford life’s many streams
It expands our horizons to realize our dreams.
To summarize the above
Poetry is the Language of Love
Poetry is the Language of the Soul
Poetry is the Language of Life
over which we have
no control.
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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The Lady's First Song
I TURN round
Like a dumb beast in a show.
Neither know what I am
Nor where I go,
My language beaten
Into one name;
I am in love
And that is my shame.
What hurts the soul
My soul adores,
No better than a beast
Upon all fours.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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To cultivate trees, you need 10 years. To cultivate people, you need 100 years.
I Am Troubled!
i am troubled...
lord, i am troubled.
i hear the cries
of starving children.
i feel the bombs,
burning up the night.
i smell poverty,
and i taste injustice.
i shudder at prejudice,
i write the prayers
of the forgotten...
and sign their names
on unmarked stones.
what have i done...
lord, what have i done?
with this life,
this path, this cross.
i feel guilty,
and i know their suffering.
i cant help but wonder,
what i could have done
to stop the flood.
i am troubled...
lord, i am troubled.
have i been silent for too long.
and have my words
fallen like ashes,
driven by the mongrel wind.
i am troubled...
lord, i am troubled!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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In his image
god creates the physique
as a compass
to him
the body a sanctum
to cultivate
the soul
god creates the physique
as a guide to
finetune his soul
god creates the physique
a tool to upgrade the
vibrations of the soul
in order that it can fit
nicely into the mould of god
god creates the physique
to see how far man
can veer away from him
the physique a piano
songs of the soul
are played
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Also, they don't understand - writing is language. The use of language. The language to create image, the language to create drama. It requires a skill of learning how to use language.
quote by John Milius
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You Will Know
Lonely one of young so brokenhearted
Travelling down the rigid road of life
Using pharmaceutical extractions
To find the paradise
Finds the high but comes down feeling lower
Gets down on their knees and starts to pray
Looking up to heaven for the answer
They hear a voice that says
You will know
Troubled heart youll know
Problems have solutions
Trust and I will show
You will know
Troubled heart youll know
Every life has reason
For I made it so
Single parent trying to raise their children
But they would much rather not alone
Reaches out to find that special someone
To make their house a home
Finds someone but no one is the right one
Gets down on their knees and starts to pray
Looking up to heaven for the answer
They hear a voice that says
You will know
Troubled heart youll know
Problems have solutions
Trust and I will show
You will know
Troubled heart youll know
Every life has reason
For I made it so
(repeat 1st e 2nd chorus)
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Sonnet: Show Me …
Show me a hand that’s scarred by giving alms;
Show me an arm that helped others life-long;
Show me a face of greed that always calms;
Show me a voice tired by divine song.
Show me a foot that’s lame, walking with God;
Show me a tongue pale, speaking holy words;
Show me a soul that fears not God’s just rod;
Show me an eye blind that loves killing birds.
Show me a knee, pained by genuflection;
Show me a soul upright that fears its loss;
Show me body weak by meditation;
Show me a shoulder burdened by Christ’s cross.
Show me a heart gone small, loving brethren;
Show me a mind tired seeking Heaven!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-14-2008
poem by John Celes
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