Gold like the sun, which melts wax, but hardens clay, expands great souls.
quote by Antoine Rivarol
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Gold like the sun melts wax and hardens clay.
The same sun that melts the wax hardens the clay.
The sun that melts the wox is the same that hardens the mud.
A Child Like Clay
A child like clay is pliable
Guidance molds him with each day
With right values, he grows up able
To live his life and not go astray.
A child like clay adapts the form
He bends and follows as one leads
To what is true he will conform
Absorbing the wisdom that he needs.
A child like clay when left alone
Hardens up warped and marred,
To doing wrong he is always prone,
His life is a mess, he ends up scarred.
A child like clay when hardened wrong
Will need a thorough brokenness
A crushing from which he will be strong
A new creation, born from forgiveness
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'Stern discipline awaits him who leaves the path,
he who hates correction will die.'
Proverbs 15: 10
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 2010
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Ice Melts
Ice melts
Like my dejected self sheds tears.
Ice melts
Like your diverted love weds liars.
Once far away in the lagoons of my past
A swan sailed till it was tired.
But now in the deserts of my present
A vulture snails till it is fired.
Ice melts
As the sun unknown rages, they say.
Ice melts
As the run unwon glares, they say.
I hold my stick downward ever
And move on the way forward ever.
Ice melts
And my pheonix waits...
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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How Can We See That Far
Amy grant/tom hemby
Copyright 1991 age to age music, inc./edward grant, inc./puxico music (ascap), adm. by reunion music group, inc.
We said our promises by candlelight
You hold my hands, I was dressed in white
We were young
How can we see that far?
How can we see that far?
I knew I wanted you like no one else
I told my momma that Id found myself
In your eyes
How can we see that far?
How can we see that far?
But like your daddy said
The same sun that melts the wax can harden clay
And the same rain that drowns the rat will grow the hay
And the mighty wind that knocks us down
If we lean into it
Will drive our fears away.
And when I woke in the dead of night
To hold my hands, push away the fright
Life had come--a son
How can we see that far?
Yeah, we were nervous and a little scared
Until the music of our babys cry
Filled the air
How can we see that far?
But like your daddy said
The same sun that melts the wax can harden clay
And the same rain that drowns the rat will grow the hay
And the mighty wind that knocks us down
If we lean into it
Will drive our fears away.
We might die
We might live
We could hurt each other badly
Do things, things so hard to forgive
Ooooh, and if time is not our friend
Your mind might forget me before the end
And oh, I cannot
I cannot look that far.
But like your daddy said
How can we see that far?
The same sun that melts the wax can harden clay
And the same rain that drowns the rat will grow the hay
And the mighty wind that knocks us down
If we lean into it
How can we see that far?
Got to lean into it
Will drive our fears away
Its the same sun, yeah
And the same rain
Its the same sun
And the same rain.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Stone
The days have passed, nights are gone,
I'm still in love with a stone,
The seasons changed, the clay too came,
I still hold it with no moan,
The clay comes to me in so many shapes,
Wants me to hold it, whatever it may take,
But clay can hurt me, clay may fake,
Even if it's clay, I have a heart it can break,
The season may change,
The clay may go,
Slowing my heart beat,
All time low,
Stone is hard,
Stone is black,
Stone is emotionless,
Doesn't stab at back,
The clay, the stone, both make me die,
But if a stone does, even the clay may cry...
and I'll never ask why...
It's better to live with a stone,
not clay,
Clay is soft, but it hurts,
which is not the stone's way.....
poem by Apurva Jain
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Elegy:The End of Funeral Elegies
MADAM—
That I might make your cabinet my tomb,
And for my fame, which I love next my soul,
Next to my soul provide the happiest room,
Admit to that place this last funeral scroll.
Others by wills give legacies, but I
Dying, of you do beg a legacy.
My fortune and my will this custom break,
When we are senseless grown to make stones speak,
Though no stone tell thee what I was, yet thou
In my grave's inside seest what thou art now,
Yet thou 'rt not yet so good ; till death us lay
To ripe and mellow there, we're stubborn clay.
Parents make us earth, and souls dignify
Us to be glass ; here to grow gold we lie.
Whilst in our souls sin bred and pamper'd is,
Our souls become worm-eaten carcases.
poem by John Donne
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Maybe Our Heart is Like
Maybe our heart is like an ear
For it can hear
Maybe our heart is like the skin
For it can feel
Maybe our heart is like a glass
For it can be broken
Maybe our heart is like an enemy
For it can deceive
Maybe our heart is like a butter
For it melts
Maybe our heart is like a dough
For it can be softened
Maybe our heart is like a plant
For it dies
Maybe our heart is like a cement
For it hardens
Maybe our heart is like a support beam
For it can be strengthened
Maybe our heart is like a monk
For it meditates
Maybe our heart is like a child
For it loves to play
Maybe our heart is like a fire
For it warms others hearts.
poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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Peace Proposal
Said General Clay to General Gore really must we fight this silly war
To kill and die in such a bore I quite agree said General Gore
Said General Gore to General Clay we could go to the beach today
And have some icecream on the way a grand idea said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore we'll build sand castles on the shore
Said General Gore we'll splash and play let's leave right now said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay but what if the sea's closed today
And what if the sand's been blown away the dreadful thought said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay I've always feared the ocean's spray
And we may drown it's true we may it chills my blood said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore my bathin' suit is slightly tore
We better go on with our war I quite agree said General Gore
The General Clay chanrged General Gore as bullets flew and cannons roared
And now at last there is no more of General Clay or General Gore
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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A Great Home
There are not only vessels of gold and silver in a great home,
But also of wood and clay items to satisfy the muse of beauty;
Some for honour and some for dishonour,
But that is how the world is around us today.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Generals
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'Oh must we fight this silly war?
To kill and die is such a bore.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'We could go to the beach today
And have some ice cream on the way.'
'A grand idea,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'But what if the sea is closed today?
And what if the sand's been blown away?'
'A dreadful thought,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'I've always feared the ocean's spray,
And we may drown!' 'It's true, we may.
It chills my blood,' said General Clay.
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'My bathing suit is slightly tore.
We'd better go on with our war.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Then General Clay charged General Gore
As bullets flew and cannons roared.
And now, alas! there is no more
Of General Clay or General Gore.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Naked Bodies...
naked bodies...
great love...
darkest world...
shinny bodies only...
met because of GOD needs
the man i am of yours..
the great lover...
strong one whom you need..
here we are together..
alone no with us...
only me and you...
there where we can make all what our hearts and bodies needs...
all desires all lust we will get...
there we are...
where that GOD sent both us...
to be there naked...
naked...
naked as the day we were born...
when GOD created us...
created into our souls a great lust...
lust that never go away from inside...
lust that could give more happiness to the both...
to get its completeness...
till both melts...
so no more great lust than they gets..
as humans we are...
as a lovers we are...
as our GOD needs...
so come baby...
come and don`t waste what we created for...
created to live a happiness..
created to love...
created to make great love..
created to make happiness through our lust..
poem by Hazem Al Jaber
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Buying Into Hope
"lost souls
broken souls
derelict ruins
littered
crushed
lives life's
derelict hard
indented pitted
byways"
they came
to me
moths
on shattered
splintered
wings
burned
blackened
by candle flame
superheated
suspended
hot light bulbs
naked
lacerated
cut skin jagged
deep jagged
gashes wounds
irregular edges
beckoning
burning
ashen wings
singed
scorched
black ruins
feathers
final fibers
flame life pleas
they reach out
ruined gutted
tendrils
ragged frayed
wounded
thoughts
lost
stability tangled
shrieking hopes
shrinking
shrinking
into husks
as darkness
expands
limits
as darkness
expands
engulfs
silver gold
platinum ghost
thoughts
rubies
emeralds
diamonds gifts
God
given unique souls
dreams
a maze
inter-dimensional
thoughts
sow
global
earth lives
mists
waking
into realities
dark empty
patches
latches
come
to fruition
tuition
belief faith purity
fuels skills ability
energy birth regeneration
born again
heats minds
souls lives
measurement
size aspect
lifelike quality
artistic quality
appearing
convincing
consciousness
existence reality
properties
magnitudes
mass
time
collectively
defines
transitive dimensions
Quotation from the poem ‘Victory Waved' by Terence George Craddock.
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Apollonius Of Tyana In Rhodes
Apollonius was talking about
proper education and conduct with a young
man who was building a luxurious
house in Rhodes. "As for me" said the Tyanian
at last, "when I enter a temple
however small it may be, I very much prefer
to see a statue of ivory and gold
than a clay and vulgar one in a large temple".--
The "clay" and "vulgar"; the detestable:
that already some people (without enough training)
it deceives knavishly. The clay and vulgar.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Souls Of Rest
To find the greatest pleasure is better
Than gold and silver, forwards they do run;
Discover us in madness, in action,
As we have gold, the sole abandoner
Of souls and rest, the rich are addresser
And these rich men seek one who abandon
The money of this world, great abduction,
This world is great at the examiner.
My life feels pleased, my life is all blessed,
To have emotions sings, pleases,
On these nests above that reside.
In these polite distinct holes we waded,
To waste an insult that also ages,
The bride of health will then collide.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A man saw a ball of gold in the sky;
A man saw a ball of gold in the sky;
He climbed for it,
And eventually he achieved it --
It was clay.
Now this is the strange part:
When the man went to the earth
And looked again,
Lo, there was the ball of gold.
Now this is the strange part:
It was a ball of gold.
Aye, by the heavens, it was a ball of gold.
poem by Stephen Crane
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Real man
I am a real man
I am real
This world where I am
Is real
In this real world
I am living
This world will not die
This world will not perish
How can I perish
I am made out of this real world
Here there is only truth
And I am truthful
As in ice there is water
In gold ornaments there is gold
In clay-pots there is clay
In iron-weapons there is iron
Look like the world I am strong.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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