I should just put it bluntly, because we're all sort of friends here now - it's exceedingly likely that my greatest success is behind me. Oh, so Jesus, what a thought! You know that's the kind of thought that could lead a person to start drinking gin at nine o'clock in the morning, and I don't want to go there.
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Succes My World
When I think success
I see it comes
When i dream success
I see it comes
When i touch success
It fates away
Success success
My hope
I'll find success
Embrace success
When i hold success
I'll keep it save
When I have success
I'll share it
Success success
My world
I'll rule
Yes, I'll influence
Thought, Oh thought
My Success Success
I'll keep,
I see
Success a life
Success my hope
Success my world
poem by Shubham Kumar
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Succes My World
When I think success
I see it comes
When i dream success
I see it comes
When i touch success
It fates away
Success success
My hope
I'll find success
Embrace success
When i hold success
I'll keep it save
When I have success
I'll share it
Success success
My world
I'll rule
Yes, I'll influence
Thought, Oh thought
My Success Success
I'll keep,
I see
Success a life
Success my hope
Success my world
poem by Fiefa Bruce
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You get up about 2-3 o'clock in the morning and get through about 7 or 8 and 12 hours later you start all over. That's the worst kind of work a person can do. You have to do these two shifts to get one day.
quote by Buck Owens
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Have You Ever Thought Of Heaven
Have you ever thought of heaven and how it will be up there.
Brushing elbows with Jesus Christ, as his hospitality you do share.
Have you ever thought of heaven, with it's streets all paved in gold, that reflects the Greatest Story ever told.
Have you ever thought of heaven and all the joy we will share.
There will be no room for hate and violence, to clutter up the air.
Have you ever thought of heaven and the special love that will be there
and the glorious reunion with our loved one's, that have gone ahead, to help prepare.
Yes, I have thought of heaven and the streets all paved in gold
and long to participate in the final act of the Greatest Story ever told.
poem by Donald L. Claflin
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Devil or Angel
Sitting here alone, in the swarthy night,
Watching the star along with the crescent moonlight,
I feel I’ve fell down to a dark side of my heart,
I thought I’ve become a horrific person,
I don’t even know who I am,
I thought I’ve became lunatic,
I thought the sun would never rise again,
I thought the night would lead this world to the dark,
But it’s only bundle of my mind,
I’m not lunatic yet,
The sun still rise in the east,
Shines bright to the world,
But I realize something,
I’ve become a horrific person,
The darkness has lead me to the virulence,
Burry down my holy side,
Lead me to the devil,
Lead me to the hell,
Lead me to the eternal torture flame,
I need my angel come back,
Lead me to the light,
Lead me to the benevolence,
Burry down my evil side of my heart,
I really need my angel to come back,
Help me to seize the light,
Help me to get out of this darkness,
Help me find the eternal happiness
But I don’t know where is my angel,
I don’t know who is my angel,
May be my angel is at the cross of these oceans,
Or may be my angel is you…
Fin
poem by Chris Natalius
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Alone
Sit in a chair
alone
People I thought were
friends
sit together but away from me.
Alone
I sit, wishing my
friends
would sit by me.
Alone
I get the urge to cry, for
friends
who don’t speak to strangers.
Alone
I sit, looking at the clock, seeing
friends
consider me as nothing.
Sit in a chair
alone
People I thought were
friends
sit together, but away from me.
poem by Deana Rode
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Forgiven
I found a little beetle; so that Beetle was his name,
And I called him Alexander and he answered just the same.
I put him in a match-box, and I kept him all the day ...
And Nanny let my beetle out -
Yes, Nanny let my beetle out -
She went and let my beetle out -
And Beetle ran away.
She said she didn't mean it, and I never said she did,
She said she wanted matches and she just took off the lid,
She said that she was sorry, but it's difficult to catch
An excited sort of beetle you've mistaken for a match.
She said that she was sorry, and I really mustn't mind,
As there's lots and lots of beetles which she's certain we could find,
If we looked about the garden for the holes where beetles hid -
And we'd get another match-box and write BEETLE on the lid.
We went to all the places which a beetle might be near,
And we made the sort of noises which a beetle likes to hear,
And I saw a kind of something, and I gave a sort of shout:
'A beetle-house and Alexander Beetle coming out!'
It was Alexander Beetle I'm as certain as can be,
And he had a sort of look as if he thought it must be Me,
And he had a sort of look as if he thought he ought to say:
'I'm very very sorry that I tried to run away.'
And Nanny's very sorry too for you-know-what-she-did,
And she's writing ALEXANDER very blackly on the lid,
So Nan and Me are friends, because it's difficult to catch
An excited Alexander you've mistaken for a match.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Life's Daily Grind
A plain and simple ode (owed) for all
us middle class commoners-
Now, many of us wonder
What this life is all about;
And I oft times still ponder,
So, please just hear me out.
It's drag up in the morning
And fall to bed at night;
It's all those struggles in between
That we must daily fight.
It's Johnny's flu and Susie's sty
And hubby's drinking bouts;
It's keeping up with Jonesy
And wifey's weekly pouts.
It's off to church on Sunday,
A time for prayer and thought;
It's paying all those taxes and
On things we should not bought.
Now, friends I'm here to tell you,
This life is really tough;
But, let me dropp a passing thought,
Before you yell enough.
These trials and many others
Must never slow our pace;
For we, my friends were chosen
To run this human race.
poem by Joseph Anderson
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My Cousin broke my heart
i thought i looked up 2 you
i thought i called you my cuz
that i'll never forget
how wrong was i
i thought you were great
i thought you were my older cuz
sumone and the only person
i could look up 2
then you go a pull ur shit
i cant get over how wrong i was
you not a person i can look up 2
cuz a person i could look up 2
would talk to me when i call
and no make up excuses 2 not talk 2 me
so all i have 2 say is
icant believe i ever looked up 2 you
poem by Heather Noble
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That's sort of what I felt... I miss drinking, I thought bars were truly holy places.
quote by Joe Eszterhas
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Sick lady
She was not sick lady
But for sex was always ready
Scores of people may visit her daily
Does it not look silly or funny?
Yes but it is sad tale
She was not attractive but kind and reasonable
Young or old were no exception
She wanted only physical relation
Not a single man was spared
She was of complex nature and dared
Her husband knew and facilitated
May be he was aware but relented
It is one sort of body hunger
You need it often and can't linger
It was not done for any kind of favor
No one can clam as her lover
I thought it as food supplement
Body needs it with innocent movement
What else can be reason for such behavior?
Well I leave it open to the readers
But it was stark reality
Human weakness was seen with poor quality
No one may appreciate it in open
But go to her in private even
It is like an intense urge
You want it and wait at large
I shall not put it bluntly
But dared to put views recently
Many friends used to narrate
About their relation with her and narrate
Not a single man around was spared
She had put everything at stake and never feared
What may be her feeling?
I don't know but certainly she may be unwilling
On her part she may be helpless
How can she reveal happiness on face?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Night of Fireworks
Seeing you running into the crowd
it did not take me long to realise
that our time was almost up.
Suddenly it became cold and serene
with sounds from the clock tower
clicking bluntly through my rundown quarter.
As I found your remnants by the seaside
clinging to a laboured breath, dimming in dignity
I thought – ah, life and death, beautiful things
it was then that the sky was filled
with the fireworks;
and our existence turned into a panorama
epic but still hopeless.
Standing far away from the festive air
these blood-stained clothes
seemed more familiar to me
at the feet of unflinching destiny.
Behind those ash-covered traces
I looked around the exhausted town
and thought – there could be no better conclusion
to this memorable little excursion.
poem by Rifhan Rasuli
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A religious man is a person who holds God and man in one thought at one time, at all times, who suffers harm done to others, whose greatest passion is compassion, whose greatest strength is love and defiance of despair.
quote by Abraham J. Heschel
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Very Last Thought
What is the very last thought
that will cross my mind?
Drawing last breath, that thought
not anyone will find.
I'll take it with me
and let it inspire me
to keep me soaring high,
higher than the deep blue sky.
The thought alone is filled with love.
It will not break apart.
It will escape the body I leave behind
and seek a brand new start.
That thought will find its way
and travel to where you'll be
and when it finds its dsetination
that thought will become me.
The question in my last thought
will most probably be
whether or not you'll recognize
that the thought contains me?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I Thought
Tense is the arm and the head I thought,
Together the chest is august and like lead, I thought.
Too many collisions are made at once,
'By the body', says a man dead, I thought.
To see a ghost appear from nowhere
Is controversial, never said, I thought.
Find the banshee and stride in front of it,
So that the banshee is read, I thought.
Place him on a plate, the ghost I mean,
So I can eat it like I said, I thought.
Please, I'm haunted, and by a stranger,
A stranger that doesn't know it is He, I thought.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Rare Thoughts that Never Go away
Has anyone out there reading this
Ever thought about that one person that is always in your thoughts and they never go away?
Well many of us out there are too scared of what or whom we miss
And then there are some of us that can't stop thinking of them throughout the day
Well I am this kind of person that just met a person not long ago
And I am here to say that my thoughts are of this person that I really admire
There are so many people that say how you can feel that way about someone who you barely know
I simply tell them that I trust in the Lord's every desire
Even though finding that one kind of person in everyone's life is rare
Who is always willing to listen and be gentle and kind
I hope that everyone can find this type of person that seems to always be there
Because I want her to know this is why she is always on my mind
And this is why these thoughts never go away
Because of the friendship that has come from the Heaven Above
This is why I am glad, for these thoughts are here to stay
And hopefully those thoughts and feelings will turn from friendship to passionate love
By Frank Pulver
poem by Frank Pulver
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My Greatest Fear!
I have many fears
some range from big to small
here's a secret dear
my greatest fear of them all
you might think it was to die
and yes long time ago it was
but now I enjoy the thought of my death
but let me tell you now my greatest fear of them all
is to become old and older going through menopause
become sick and ill until you no longer feel,
eyes always glazed do you see heaven through your haze?
painful streaks of pain that no medicine can contain
how can you keep your fate in god
when hes giving you all this pain?
but none the less this is my greatest fear
its not the thought of dying
its just the pain of old age
I don't want to be immortal
what a pain that would be!
but see it through my eyes
as you watch your grandmother slowly die
after all these years of pain
then you can understand my fear
is not death its slowly deterioration as i get old
so id rather die at 40 yeas old, young i know
but its peaceful that thought
my greatest fear my greatest fear my number one fear of them all!
poem by Alizia Sampson
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Helen Oyibo Onojovwo [ For Your Self Denials, Which Has Made Me What I Am ]
Three decades ago
When you thought
You where going have me
From dad, you faced persecution
And I thought you where
Going to murder me.
,
Two decades ago
When you had me
And it seemed the world
Was coming down on you,
From dad you faced persecution
And I thought you where
Going to abandon me.
.
Years ago when I was goin
To be a man
And the burden was becoming
Too great for you alone,
Me and my sisters,
On your shoulders alone.
And I thought you were going
To give up on us.
But yet, you did not
In your greatest suffering
You never left us to suffer alone,
In your greatest need,
You did not sell us out
Instead you gave us life
And kept us alive
My lioness!
If I were to be born again
I would come through you
You had been more than a father
A mother, a brother, and a sister
All put together
And I'm always proud,
To call you my mother.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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On What Is Success So Few Do Agree
On what is success so few do agree
The successful one to you may not be so to me
No two see things exactly the same as some like to say
We all look at life in a different way
Some people are not very hard to impress
They associate money and material things with success
Such as the value of your house and the value of your car
They never see you for the person you are,
The company you work for and your take home pay
Many look at success in this sort of a way
To them compassion and kindness to little amount
Though these things should be taken into account
When talking of success though it seems to me
That most of us look at things quite differently.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A long time
It did not strike me anytime
I thought departure will take long time
I have enough time to enjoy
No one can touch me or destroy
I had in life almost everything
It was available for asking
I was blessed and had no difficulty
It was given in abundance by almighty
“I was immune fro all” the though crept for a while
I am above everything and can lead life with style
No one can do any harm and I have power to rule
This was beginning of an end and I couldn’t realize as fool
Nothing remains immortal in this world
You may have all the success by becoming bold
You may turn arrogant or blinded by success
You may create iron wall around you and deny the access
The moment you are locked in impregnable fort
You may feel isolated and loose all comfort
The fear may start gripping and there will be loss of patience
It may lead you to the doom’s day and feel its presence
The fame and wealth has tendency to blind a person
It has nothing to do with reality and has special reasons
It may arrive in life like any other season with short span
It shall stay for while and desert ruining your sure plans
It has helped none and may not do so in future
You got to be reasonable and make it doubly sure
The fame and money may not stay for ever
The days are numbered and shall be over
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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