There is greatness in the fear of God, contentment in faith of God, and honour in humility.
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Sonnet: On Greatness
Greatness is not a thing, much like an art;
Some man turns great if on it he stumbles;
His greatness ceases, if he thinks, he's great;
Great is he truly who tho' great, humbles.
Greatness is not true greatness, self-proclaimed;
Greatness is not what world showers on us;
Greatness is neither got by being claimed.
Greatness is not achieved by making fuss.
Greatness could come if world decides to give;
Greatness will stay if God blesses our work;
Such greatness, God-destined comes while men live;
Greatness can grow even without much luck.
Greatness doesn't come to everyone on earth;
Some men are made great; some are great by birth.
poem by John Celes
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It Takes
It takes humility to win
It takes shame to have confidence
It takes pain to have strength
It takes fear to have courage
It takes hurt to love
And it takes doubt to have faith.
However...
It takes winning to prove humility
It takes confidence to overcome shame
It takes strength to endure the pain
It takes courage to overule fear
It takes love to be hurt
And it takes faith to erase doubts
And believe that there is only one God
And there is none else.
poem by Loi Marie Olaguir
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True humility is contentment.
quote by Henri Frederic Amiel
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The bird that soars on highest wing
The bird that soars on highest wing
Builds on the ground her lowly nest;
And she that doth most sweetly sing
Sings in the shade when all things rest:
In lark and nightingale we see
What honour hath humility.
The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown
In deepest adoration bends;
The weight of glory bows him down
Then most when most his soul ascends.
Nearest the throne itself must be
The footstool of humility.
poem by James Montgomery
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Life Of Contentment
To suit and to pursue in seconds...
A life of contentment.
And one you can depend,
A life of contentment.
To put an end to affixed evils,
A life of contentment.
With satisfactions that begin,
A life of contentment.
To have it there and with decision,
Is...
A life of Contentment./
With a rule that is so crucial,
A life of contentment.
And desired as a need...
A life of contentment.
To always have and never leave.
To suit and to pursue in seconds...
A life of contentment.
And one you can depend,
A life of contentment.
To put an end to affixed evils,
A life of contentment.
With satisfactions that begin,
A life of contentment.
To have it there and with decision,
Is...
A life of Contentment./
With a rule that is so crucial,
A life of contentment.
And desired as a need...
A life of contentment.
To always have and never leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith will always win
fear and faith, two ways
fear not, stay fighting, have faith
faith will always win
haiku by Marius Alexandru (May 2020)
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Harmonic Creed
the one who knows less
knows more of humility,
the other who knows more
knows less.
the one
applies humility.
the other applies
what humility there is
in respect of
the greater humility of
the one.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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From Where Shall I Greatness Buy?
Mom tells me to finish my homework quickly,
When I ask why? , she tells me
“You should become great as great as your dad”.
When I ask, where is my dad Mom?
She tells me, “He is now god’s guest.”
Again when I ask Mom,
“Can I not become great by being the god’s guest”?
She slaps me gently and tells me,
“Now just shut up and get your homework done”.
Little later when I ask she says,
“Your Dad fought like a tiger,
risking his life, he never bothered.
His gun has brought him greatness
and the honour of being the god’s guest.
Again when I ask,
“Do people become great when they fight”?
If so, I will beat in the school,
My friend Philip, with my might.”
Now, Mom calls me stupid and gives me a push.
Crying I go to sleep in her lap,
Now she says, “Tomorrow I will
give you pocket money for ice-cream”.
Wiping my eyes when I ask,
Mom! ”Can I by saving pocket money,
try greatness buy”?
Tell Mom, “From where shall I greatness buy”?
She tells, “Oh god help me”
and begins to cry.
poem by Dr. Sandeep Kumar Kar
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Sky With Hand
Faith...
Faith...
Is life...
Faith faith...
Is dream...
Faith faith
Is god...
Faith faith
Is love...
Faith faith
Is tommrow...
Faith faith
Is with win...
Faith faith
With all...
You are not
Faith full
You only loose
The life for your self
Another and another's...
win the world...
With faith to faith
Again and agian you
Run...
Sky with hand...
Thats for faith...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Honour is the asset.
Humility will ease out poverty.
Honesty will work out paucity.
Honour is the resultant asset.
Humbled will be others to you
18.11.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Contentment
The lioness paused and sighed and stayed,
Her hothead cubs in tow,
For now, they stopped, the cubs obeyed
And they were lying low.
The sun still laboured in the sky,
The day went gently on...
They stared and watched the circle fly
So calmly as it shone.
How could they know its flames of fire?
Its furies far away?
Its spurting streams ascending higher?
Its passions night and day?
To them, the sun was like an eye
That witnessed good and bad...
And punished them and made them fry
And thirst till they went mad...
Yet mercy fell from Heaven, too...
Like raindrops and like tears...
And new days came with morning dew...
That melted all their fears...
And so, by faith, contentment flowed
As long as rivers lived...
To such as these their lives were owed
And life is no small gift...
The waters helped the trees stand tall,
Reach out and offer shade...
The lioness observed it all...
The way such things were made...
Yet only we can give God praise
For all that He has done...
Contentment comes... Contentment stays...
When wisdom's work is done...
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Contentment'.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Name this Teddy Bear
In the centre of the window at your local Kidz-r-Uz,
all winking fairy lights, glitter, sparkle and buy-me,
sits a bear. A Teddy Bear.
He’s the soul of Patience
in any and all religions – one paw held out
to take you by the hand – that’s, should you ask –
he’s Faith, Hope, and Love:
he’s Faith itself; he’s beyond our grown-up limits,
he’s Faith like children know – real Faith;
Faith that’s beyond the breaking faith;
he’s every hope that Christmas promises,
or Chanukah, or any other winter feast
when parents give their children tokens of their love…
he asks nothing of you, but to receive your love,
unconditionally.. a cuddly mirror of your love
in which you’ll see and know that love;
to show you Love itself unblemished..
unlike all else in this changing world
inhabited by changeable human beings,
he wouldn’t know how to let you down;
deny your faith; destroy your hope; reject your love;
he’ll be a part of your life, for life;
and rightly so. Look closely at him:
is he the one for you?
He will be your first taste of life’s nobility;
almost, you could say, divine;
he will sit for you as your steady self
in the temple of your heart;
give him the name that honours
honour itself – give him the Name
that this world means to you; a name
that none can take from him;
honour him as that.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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M: II: I Cannot Pay your Honour
I have sought to triumph over nothing,
have tri-ed,
have failed to -umph.
Honour is paid
By accepting honour.
By accepting honour,
I would honour trying,
would honour lack of -umph.
I cannot pay your honour.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Soul’s dress code
Reputation is the clothes;
Honour is the hat;
Humility is the shoes.
If souls wear them in richness,
Bodies need no rich accessories.
24.09.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
quote by William Shakespeare
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A conversation; or, dialectic
They walk down the passage,
enter the room,
as if called to some formal gathering
of honour to be bestowed;
humility and dignity together
make them beautiful; watchers
see this, feel this too.
Seated, they glance into each other’s eyes;
they barely know each other, yet
glance with the level, cool respect
of equality; and of precise love:
a love of what they treasure in themself
offered to another who is not other.
And they begin to talk about some mighty topic:
listen intently to the other; then
at the finish of each offering,
a pause as if the angels listen:
you can hear humility, dignity
in that sacred pause; and then
the other offers speech;
their eyes shine; the honour of this event
warms their blood almost to tears of truth.
The air around them turns to ether;
as if their very talk has purified the space;
the space where, as they talk,
it seems as though there’s one who listens..
They are explorers in an unknown land,
a new world where they listen to
their own speech as a new thing explained,
yet spoken as if always known;
nor is the air around them, private:
they could be that couple over there
in the tea-shop’s gentle buzz,
so elevated, that at other tables,
teacup poised, politely covert glance
brings all the teashop’s visitors
into that place where love and knowledge meet.
The conversation reaches its appointed end,
which both recognise; some sublime honour
has been bestowed; and from within themselves;
rapt and yet surrendering,
they walk away through crowded streets, the air
around them, should you notice, breathes
humility and dignity. As if, accosted by any stranger,
they would continue that same conversation
on mountain, woodland, beach, or busy street;
in that place where love and knowledge meet.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Have Faith
You don't have always told me what I should do
You don't need to text me just to scold me
Don't put your sour face when it is not going like your plan
Don't shout like I can not hear you
It hurts
Have faith
That I have some sense
Have faith
That I won't do reckless thing
Have faith
That I can think what's good myself
I may make a mistake
But I'm just human
I am not perfect
So have a little faith in me
Even though sometimes you irritating me
Even though I'm tempted to ignore you
Don't make me try to avoid you
Don't make me fear to open your message
It's exhausting
Have faith
That I'm not abandoning you
Have faith
That I don't mean to hurt you
Have faith
That I'm not heartless to just leave you when you need me
Please see from my point of view
I have my own problem
I also have a feeling
I want a little faith in me
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Living House
I saw you in a house of rooms,
It must be saving the bed of contentment,
Feeding the living of people,
Creating contentment as you speak.
My love is fastened to the door
And the window is collapsing.
My violent pages work for the more,
Rooms are rooms meaningful.
The saviour is brought to the houses
And he saves us from slaughter.
I come to you in the middle of town,
As far as the eye keeps, like one hard.
The contentment is just about.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Hauling
for self deception
sulfur fumes incite
mood swings
soaring to clean the malice,
reaper of gravity zero
what was the price,
of a tongue, mimicking
the greatness?
between birth and death,
for survival of crotch,
undressing the fear, terror
inflicts the pumice,
for honour killing
a roadside encounter,
with meddling of thighs,
lets down the clouds,
words in print were unccceptable
for a verdict on a silky mat
my fate splits open like a pod
in summer, for a love untold
poem by Satish Verma
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When you can think of yesterday without regret and tomorrow without fear, you are near contentment.