All life demands struggle. Those who have everything given to them become lazy, selfish, and insensitive to the real values of life. The very striving and hard work that we so constantly try to avoid is the major building block in the person we are today.
quote by Pope Paul VI
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Bob Says
Bob says the harder I work the luckier I seem to get
And do not tell me there is not money in the loss of human sweat
If I did not work as hard less money I would have for to spend
The wealthy one has lots of mates but the pauper does not have a friend.
Bob says my neighbour Freddy he does like to complain
He only works three days a week and though to him I try to explain
Had he got another part time job how much better off he would be
But he just likes to have his whinge he does not listen to me.
Hard work doesn't seem to bother Bob the harder I work he say
The more money I always make life seems to be that way
One would have to become very lucky to become a lotto millionaire
And those who come by money in the easy way to say the least are rare.
Bob says the harder I work the wealthier I seem to grow
Were I a lazy fellow I would not have much to show
For the opportunities I've been granted for the betterment of myself, my children and my wife
The work shy and lazy person never will succeed in life.
poem by Francis Duggan
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No Simple Life
Life is simple but not for me
It's just not easy doing ABC
People think that I'm lazy
I just thought I was going crazy
It's hard to do my work I find
Because It's always on my mind
Reading, writing and arithmetic
Do I really have to do it
Not being able to read, write or spell
Living in this bubble of hell
I try to escape from thoughts and strife
No one knows my secret life
Or the struggle that I face each day
Dyslexia is real and it's here to stay.
Life is simple, it's just not easy.
poem by Hazel Connelly
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Thanks for fine gesture
“Would you like to have some food “
We were watching laborers daily and understood
How much it was difficult to work under hot sun
They were toiling very hard to earn
“No sir, thanks for your kind gesture”
We can’t make exceptions any more
Today you are offering ready meal
To morrow who will be there to feel?
If I accept for one day as you are offering
My all habits may witness change and altering
I may search for it daily from somewhere
To our bad luck it may not be coming from anywhere
I was stunned to hear his philosophical thoughts
He was simple worker but fully aware of plight
As worker how much he had to struggle to find square meal
He was satisfied with his work as effort made in direction were real
He was getting enough to meet his family needs
He did not know what were the motives behind deeds?
He was sure of treatment after putting up hard struggle
It was timely help to come out of little troubles
The message was clear and nicely delivered
It was out of some pity and just offered
It was not well judged from his point of view
As little availability of food was not his need or due
Sometimes we feel very much elated at little gain
If that has come to us without much efforts or pain
It is human tendency to accept the offer without reluctance
We can observe it in our daily life with many more instances
We must work hard and don’t compromise with stand
It may not offer immediate return but strengthen the trend
We may never go in for short cut and accept undue favors
As it may spoil your tendency to feel bad and sour
We are all governed by inherited spirit
Shower the praise words when offer to greet
It has some motives to please a person
But in fact guided by selfish motives with reasons
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The issue of terrorism must be dealt with firmly. We must work very hard to avoid loss of life. We must work very hard to avoid civilian casualties. And those terrorists and Baathists are holding the people of Fallujah hostage. We must release the hostages.
quote by Ahmed Chalabi
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I Wished Upon My Life Today
I wished upon my life today
I wean upon my life today
I bet upon my life today
I borrowed upon my life today
I feasted upon my life today
I fell upon my life today
I paid upon my life today
I plead upon my life today
I frowned upon my life today
I flew upon my life today
I smoked upon my life today
I shitted upon my life today
I pissed upon my life today
I pass upon my life today
I sneezed upon my life today
I sneaked upon my life today
I asked upon my life today
I ate upon my life today
I wept upon my life today
I won upon my life today.
I prayed upon my life today.
poem by David E. Patton
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The Biggest Trial
Oh, what a mystical noise with a cry! !
This date is still fresh in my mind;
And the early part of 1999 witnessed a fall,
For this case is still real to narrate.
Let us know the mystics of tomorrow for,
Today he still lives and i am very glad;
But my brother's fall is still a mystery to me.
I will live to tell this story every now and then,
For it was at dawn and i couldn't believe what i saw!
But in the Name of Father Yahweh Almighty,
He still lives today as a testimony to all.
This was the biggest trial of my life but,
The values of the hard work came from ym faith;
And today he is as strong as the timber.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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You Feel That The World Is Against You
You feel that the World is against you and nothing for you is going right
And you struggle just for to make ends meet and life is a hard uphill fight
But than you there are far worse off people though you do not see things that way
In Rwanda a Country in Africa teenagers to support their families work today.
Their parents by war taken from them and the eldest members of the family
Must work for to support their younger siblings they only know of poverty
In our society you may seem a poor man but poverty one can compare
And in the eyes of a Rwandan you would be a multi billionaire.
On five hundred dollars a week take home pay you support your two young children and your wife
As well as buy food, pay bills and the mortgage you do know about the hard life
In this Land they call you a battler you struggle just for to get by
Though the millions of battlers of Rwanda would say that the good life you enjoy.
You feel the whole World is against you a poor fellow on a poor street
But your fridge of food never empty and you and your family
have plenty to eat
And the hungry poor of Rwanda with you only would disagree
They would see you as a wealthy person for they know of extreme poverty
poem by Francis Duggan
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Mind Your Calories!
Avoid extra calories;
Take no chance to turn obese;
Burn more calories in you;
Be active and joyful too.
Use the stairs and not the lift;
Exercise well, stay most fit;
Walk for health, some miles at dawn;
To do things the hard way- Learn.
Do your daily chores yourself;
Keep empty your fridge, food-shelf;
Enter house by the back-door;
Sit for less hours, walk some more.
Walk uphill whenev’r you can;
Eat less; work more for health, man;
Use the ramp, avoid plain floor;
Lazy mind makes life a bore.
Fast-foods, never take at all;
Eat lesser starch, consume dhal;
Drink more water if you can;
Work hard and stay healthy, man.
Extra food can poison you;
Fat lessens your life-span too;
Count your calories you take;
Life is worth-while, if you make!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-24-2007
poem by John Celes
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Little person in the well
Little person in the well
Why are you still here
Is life so hard to look at
You must linger here
Must you be out of sight
From something with no eyes
Little person in the well
Why are you still here
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must linger here
Little person in the shadows
Why are you sitting here
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must hide in the shadows
Must you hide so nothing can find you
When nothing's searching
Little person in the shadows
Why are you sitting here
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must hide in the shadows
Little person running on
Why don't you ever stop
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must keep running from it
You run from every thing
When nobody's chasing you
Little person running on
Why don't you ever stop
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must keep running from it
The little person in the well
Has a secret to share
The little person hiding in the dark
Has a secret to be told
The little person always running
Has a secret thats never been heard
The little people that you hear of
Are just like me
March 2006
poem by Jessie Li here
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All Day
Well Im hiding my eyes from the morning sun
And I keep on working till the work is all done
But a voice in my head keeps ticking away
As the sweats hosed down from yet another day
Well he works hard
And he lives hard
And he breaks his back without nothing to gain
While the boss man sits around and drinks champagne
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
Well Im peeling the blisters off my working hand
Is that what it takes to make you understand?
That its something you read, not something you meant
To be slaving away without a shred of integrity
He worked hard
And he lived hard
And he broke his back without nothing to say
While the man in control was just laughing away
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
Was it something you read?
Was it something you meant?
Was it something you said?
Or was it heaven sent?
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
song performed by by Ministry
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Respect The Struggle
Respect the struggle
Strive to prevail
Stop wondering
What’s fake or real
Respect the hustle
You can not fail
Get on your feet
Let your spirit set sail
Respect the hard times
For what they are worth
They teach us a lot
But they indeed do hurt
Respect the real
Ignore the fake
The fake will take
What you worked hard, to make
Respect the wise
For they kno wisdom
When they breathe no longer
Do not forget them
Respect the game
Even if you don’t win
You have to learn to lose
In order to win
Respect the dignity
That no one can take
Be strong
Sooo you won’t break
Respect the process
Of life it’s self
Whether poor or rich
Life is a gift
But when it get’s hard
It’s almost cursed
Respect the rewards
For working hard
But don’t let that
Taint who you are
Respect the struggle of
Life’s a bitter sweet curse
But you can turn that around
And make it a blessing in the works
That feels sooo good
It needs no words
My friend,
This is the end of my
Bitter sweet words
Respect The Struggle©
By: Sumira Sarai
poem by Sumira Sarai
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No Need For Envy
Cattle egret's white colour
Worries the young sparrow
Yet the sparrow is beautiful
Eagles dexterity in the sky
Catches the domestic hen's attention
Yet the hen is fed freely
Lion's roar amazes elephant
Yet the lion is envious of elephant's size
The rat complains of small eyes
The owl shrieks against big ball eyes
I wonder at the created
Always at cut throat at each other
Not contented with divine providence
Constantly warring to outshine others
Oblivious of their divine endowment
They shoot for others possession
Some loose their senses
Just because of envy
Some stab their kinsmen
Just to displace violently
I wonder on why man is envy
I heard that the sky is too wide
Two birds have no reason to collide
Everyone has a value
That others have not
Yet they are blind to their values
Always shooting at others values
Thereby loosing their own values
Just because they want others values
I wonder the more
No need for envy
It's God that gives
You have your beauty
I have my own gift
All we have
All we are
All we will be
It's in God's hands
It is not by scheming
It is not by skill
Where some work hard gaining a little
Some reap effortlessly working a little
All is in God's hands
No need to be envious
All you need is grace
Just look around
Find and fly with your grace
Do not fly with envy
To avoid being disgraced
No need to be envious.
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Specific By Design
Lazy adults raised by irresponsible children,
Choosing to do what they please...
With the making of excuses encouraged as done,
Are not the ones to blame for their attitudes towards life.
Many do not accept transitions and think of them as painful.
Every example of a quality of life to value,
Has been degraded by those lazy who view mediocrity...
As too much of a struggle to achieve,
With an escaping from a hopelessness and self pity.
And the evidence of their influence is too obvious to avoid.
And they are left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
Left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
And the evidence that is knitted in,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.
Left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
And the evidence that is knitted in,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.
And they are left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
And the evidence that sits,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.
Or can anyone conscious excuse the limits of it!
And the purpose with intentions to confine...
Those of shallow and unused minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Monastery
A distant building has contained my pleasure,
Having a rich fight with the stress I am an abuser,
The one who fought a dying battle with an assembly
Of brethren, the monks of a building behaving absentmindedly.
This building is distant, the one I want offered on my plate,
It steals the threat of another monk, and how do I accelerate?
This building is a basic block of bricks I call God,
Itself the godly look is a facade much too broad.
I see fit to end my life,
The building is still a monastery, now an afterlife.
poem by Naveed Akram
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So Far Away
This is my life
It's not what it was before
All these feelings I've shared
And these are my dreams
That I'd never lived before
Somebody shake me 'cause I
I must be sleeping
Now that we're here, it's so far away
All the struggle we thought was in vain
And all of mistakes one life can take
They all finally start to go away
Now that we're here, it's so far away
And I feel like I can face the day
I can forgive, and I'm not ashamed
To be the person that I am today
These are my words
That I've never said before
I think I'm doing okay
And this is the smile
That I've never shown before
Somebody shake me 'cause I
I must be sleeping
Now that we're here, it's so far away
All the struggle we thought was in vain
And all of mistakes one life can take
They all finally start to go away
Now that we're here, it's so far away
And I feel like I can face the day
I can forgive, and I'm not ashamed
To be the person that I am today
I'm so afraid of waking
Please don't shake me
Afraid of waking
Please dont shake me
Now that we're here, it's so far away
All the struggle we thought was in vain
And all of mistakes one life can take
They all finally start to go away
Now that we're here, it's so far away
And I feel like I can face the day
I can forgive, and I'm not ashamed
To be the person that I am today
song performed by by Staind
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Life-Why Do I Bother?
I wonder why people bother when they fight
There is no real reason to possess life
Constantly plagued in a world of hopelessness
They say dreams exists in the hectics of life
This is hard to believe for I posses nothing of value
Every time I wake up it's closer to ending my life
I find it hard to want to fight when you possess nothing
I find it hard to even bother with the direction of my life
Somehow though I still seem to bother with this
I still seem to participate in the hell we call life
poem by Seth Kaileen
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You Ask Me About It
You ask me about it I have wondered why
So many never know of material success though hard they do try
They work hard and grow old and fade out and die
Is the theory of hard work based on success something based on a lie.
The prime years of life quickly do tick away
They work hard to raise their children then grow old and gray
The woman on average by a few years does outlive her man
Three score and ten years the average human life span.
So many work hard just for survival pay
And the gap between the haves and have nots gets wider every day
And so many hungry for each millionaire
It is a rat race in the big World out there.
You ask me why some people struggle through life
The poor working man and his poor working wife
On their meagre incomes their family must survive
On the sweat of the workers the bosses do thrive.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Panic
Today is going to be easy
Today 'cause you're not around
I'll leave off my makeup
I'll sleep in my bed
To pass all the time by
Today 'cause you're not around
Today you won't be around
I concentrate on empty spaces
A passive pondering of blackness
Sit down shut up controled obsessions
Your absence, it exhausts me
Oh I always panic when I'm left
Oh I always panic when I'm left
Today I feel destructive
Today who cares about myself
I'll live in denial
And I'll beat up my head
And I'll eat all the chocolate
Today 'cause you're not around
Today you won't be around
I can't control my feelings
I sip on dreams and choke on real things
Detatch myself of preservation
I struggle to to not want you
Oh and it's panic when I'm left
Oh is it healthy that we met
The fears start coming when I forget
I always panic
Today is gonna be simple
Today 'cause you're not around
My heart will go lazy
No one to impress
No smile is required
Today 'cause you're not around
Today you won't be around
song performed by by No Doubt
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A Pack Of Lies
That from hard work and endeavour up the social rank you will rise
To me anyhow does seem a pack of lies
'Tis just an old cliche that and nothing more
That some like to quote and we have heard before.
Even in so called prosperous Countries today
Some of the hardest working people work for survival pay
Many honest and willing workers living in poverty
Life for them seems unfair that's how 'twould seem to me.
Many of who on the theory of hard work believe
Say if you do not work hard from life you cannot receive
Yet many of the billionaires of mining and property development and oil
Have never experienced the hardship of toil.
Just an antiquated cliche it does seem indeed
That those who work hardest in life do succeed
The underpaid workers create many a billionaire
For millions around the World life does seem unfair.
I know of an old bloke who has worked hard in his working life
And he struggled for to pay for the funeral of his wife
Just one more poor hard worker his type are everywhere
There are millions of them in the big World out there.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Higher Force Demands
My life is ensconced
With the humdrum of each day.
To work, eat and recreate
Is my chosen way.
Money’s might molds my mentality.
Power’s pursuit my only reality
Then a greater force demands attention
And my priorities go askew.
Confusion and terror too much to mention
Now cloud my every point-of-view.
Life now seems much more precious.
Loved ones become my real wealth.
A fool I am to only know this
When a higher force demands my health.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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