God knows that a mother needs fortitude and courage and tolerance and flexibility and patience and firmness and nearly every other brave aspect of the human soul. But because I happen to be a parent of almost fiercely maternal nature, I praise casualness . It seems to me the rarest of virtues. It is useful enough when children are small. It is important to the point of necessity when they are adolescents.
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Parentage Is Guarding Lineage And Heritage!
your children may look your children,
By you and the whole world,
even the children believe this is true.
But look at the DNA in them,
It came from you, but think from where it came to you?
Isn't it True that all the neocleotides in our DNA and RNA, PROTEINS AND ALL BIOLOGICAL molecules come from plants and animals!
In this respect animals and trees are our parents,
We owe all molecule in our body to them,
Hence clearly they are real parents of our body,
so we, in short can say nature and energy are our parents!
Isn't it true that our mortal parents shared them and nurtured us and taught us,
they are parents of virtues, moral and cultural values in us!
It is lineage and heritage
inherited from time unknown!
your children Are not your children,
You are the care taker of that lineage!
In you if some genes are dominant or recessive,
May some are neither dominant or recessive,
That is play of dominance or incomplete dominance,
Make children look alike or not!
But you are the parent and take care of children,
Be a model or idol to them,
Win them by your own patience and attitudes,
Bring them slowly into your line!
Children Are innocent flowers in divine garden,
You are the plant with roots,
Feed them, look after and shape them,
fill colours and fragrance of lineage!
Children Are like parrots,
They copy your words and actions,
They are innocent and true,
Like a sponge absorb your traits
Think of there growth and deciding constraints!
You made a child in you,
But you have child in grown up body and mature mind,
Think of the child in child's heart,
Striving to grow in this world!
Let the mature mind control child in you first,
Then the child in your child's heart get hold on Life's virtues.
You are the painter or the sculptor of your child,
But the art work or idol becomes property of world,
One among the art pieces,
Of human culture and heritage!
Be careful in shaping children,
They are soft and brittle,
Once their mind breaks,
No one can join or reshape!
You are the link of that chain of life,
Behave as parent knowing this truth
Man is above animal in this aspect!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Perfect love is rare indeed - for to be a lover will require that you continually have the subtlety of the very wise, the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist, the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint, the tolerance of the scholar and the fortitude of the certain.
quote by Leo Buscaglia
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In this Duality of Our Reality
Mother Nature is no longer,
In accordance with our abuses.
Her tolerance once given to us,
Has been evidenced to have gone.
Storms affecting upon all shores,
Have those proclaiming they can not take more.
And the latest fiasco in the Gulf...
Has Mother Nature wanting to even the score.
Her adored natural wonders,
Are becoming eyesores.
Mother Nature is no longer,
In accordance with our abuses.
Her tolerance once given to us,
Has been evidenced to have gone.
Some believe they are here,
To conquer over resources and mankind alike.
Some perceive themselves to be the chosen ones,
Because of their abilities to deceive and perpetuate fights.
Mother Nature has witnessed this...
And these conflicts have ruined her appetite to delight.
Mother Nature has begun to deliver the last word.
And God has stood back,
With arms folded and lips shut tight!
Mother Nature is no longer,
In accordance with our abuses.
Her tolerance once given to us,
Has been evidenced to have gone.
Storms affecting upon all shores,
Have those proclaiming they can not take more.
And the latest fiasco in the Gulf...
Has Mother Nature wanting to even the score.
Her adored natural wonders,
Are becoming eyesores.
And in this 'duality' of our 'reality'...
Mother Nature is not happy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Soul Of The World
The beauty of the morning reflects to the innermost of the world.
To the most persuasive illumination of the color of the earth
That lure to the eyes of the evil one
The joyous day of the righteousness may behold the gleams of the spirit of the goodness.
The keenness of the righteous one defeat the malicious ambiance of the wicked one
The soul of the world will bring to the joyous bowel of the earth.
That gathers the positive reactions of human existence.
And the lustrous of positive point of views
Healed the chaotic nature of the soul of the world
And the rain and streams
Cannot efface or conceal
The beauty of the universe
It is the soul of the world
This cannot be separated to the consciousness of the human being
Don’t be stupefy of what you have done
Because the soul of the world conspire us to do such things
The diamantine of affections will lighted
and firm into the soul of the world
The diaphanous of the sky to the free flowing of the blood of martyrs
Praises the everlasting blood sheds of the flesh and the soul
The equivocal of the soul and existence
Resounded to the thoughts and to the soul of the human being
Behold the soul of the world
How can we face the world without the soul of the world?
It seems like to be ambiguous to the part of subjectivist
If what kind of soul where I meant to be
I am only referring to the inseparable conjunction of individual and world
If there were no soul of the world, there would be no necessity
Without necessity, no reason and no understanding
The nothing out of which the soul of the world came, is nothing without the world
Thus, the soul of the world is only necessary out of itself and through itself
But, the necessity of the soul of the world is the necessity of reason
Whatever we think it is not of our own action
It is an action of the soul of the world
Which the most profoundest and most essential necessity of reasons
If we think that, the mountains turn into mud
Without the necessity of reasons
Is like a white paper o tabularaza which have no truth value and material validity
But, if we think that the mountain would turn into dust
With the necessity of reasons
Is like a crystal clear does the truth value and the material validity had
Behold the soul of the world
The sweetness of the night coaxing the stars above
How sweet the soul of the world it is?
God knows this soul of the world conspire us
The wind and the sun tell us if how this soul of the world is important to us.
From the dark depths of the earth as far as to the shallowness of the universe
Reflect the goodness and necessities of the soul of the world
The dewdrops linger to the lips of the red rose in the battlefield
Entice the soul of the world to the chaotic and morbid
The foliage that clings to the cheeks of the earth
Denounce the hatred which have been long resides to the heart of the people
So that, the gloomy swamp of barbaric time will not happened again
And the nightmare of almighty jaws will not destroy the sacred heart of justice
Behold the soul of the world
With equality and justice
Prosperity and Liberations
poem by Vicente Añonuevo
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Mother Nature She Will Survive
I feel that we live off of Mother Nature and that to Mother Nature we belong
And if we bite at the hand that feeds us then to ourselves we are doing wrong
Another war now almost certain and more huge bombs will be dropped from the sky
And Mother Nature she will suffer and some of her human children will die.
Harm we do unto others unto our own selves we do
And in these times those words are relevant and those words as ever ring true
Those who dropp bombs on distant cities a part of the Planet destroy
And the words what we do unto others to them more than any apply.
Those who order the bombings of foreign cities may think to themselves it's okay
To destroy a small part of the Planet in a Country from them far away
But we all breathe the same air and the big bombs poison and pollute
And for everyone the price is big when Nature we persecute.
To Mother Nature who feeds us all, mankind cause much offence
And that we damage her by bombing her makes very little sense
And another war is looming if we believe all we hear
But Mother Nature she will survive though mankind may disappear.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Anyone's Courage
Courage is something any one can achieve
It can happen so fast if you just believe
Believe in yourself and you'll be suprised
your more brave then you ever realized
Courage is something hidin inside
It makes you stronger than the highest tide
Courage means you can face your fears
That you're not afraid to shed some tears
In life without fear you can never be brave
You can't rescue a princess if there's no one to save
Life is a balance, like dark and light
There can be no wrong if there is no right
Getting courage isn't to hard to do
Look deep inside and you'll find it too
poem by Julio Hernandez
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I pray they will carry on in spite of that dreadful monster prejudice, and with patience, courage, fortitude and perseverance achieve success for themselves.
quote by Major Taylor
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Sonnet- Hope Is Always There
There is a faint Rainbow in the night's Sky;
The scorching-Summer has not had mid-show'rs;
The air is hot and sultry, very dry;
The trees have scarcely any leaves or flow'rs.
In Life, things turn unbearable, so oft;
Our patience gets outlasted to its brink;
Who will say words that soothen every heart?
Our sinful souls thirst for a graceful drink.
Yet, miracles will happen although late;
The God of Love and kindness watches us;
There is nothing called destiny or fate;
God gives the tolerance for every stress.
So, wait with patience for times better , Man;
For things happen according to God's plan.
poem by John Celes
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a woman named Rose
many believe in her
her courage and durability
she is like a strong wood
and she has become an instrument
for hitting those who are weak and
faithless and hopeless and
brokenhearted
i like her truly
her threshold for tolerance
i consider as beyond mine
she knows how to keep pain and not show it
she, is, i think, stronger than steel
even platinum
her flexibility is duly noted
in fact, she is also elastic as rubber
and too fluid as
liquid occupying every empty
space
finding her own level
or i can always compare her
to air
occupying almost everything
she is also a mystery
Rose, such a beauty,
exuding the scent of a lovely day
on a chain of rosy colors
Red Rose
until one day,
when everything glorious about her was said
all plaques of appreciation given
all trophies of her victories for such virtues shown
all medals for her valor handed
until one day
(and this i cannot explain
till now)
until one day
while on a cruise ship at the Atlantic
she jumped into the raging ocean confronting the storm
and then she was forever
gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thousand Human Eyes
Thousand human eyes
Cannot grasp nature’s beauty
In lifetime to praise
Thousand human eyes
Cannot see nature in full
As I always flies
Thousand human eyes
Falls short in their description
Of Sunset sunrise
Thousand human eyes
Cannot apprehend nature
Beneath the blue skies
Thousand human eyes
Fails to see nature’s beauty
To fully appraise
Thousand human eyes
Cannot fully understand
Nature to surmise
Thousand human eyes
Are blessed to see the nature
In its complete guise
Thousand human eyes
Sees the beauty of nature
With awe and oyez
Thousand human eyes
Is not capable to see
Nature’s burning eyes
poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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The family only represents one aspect, however important an aspect, of a human being's functions and activities. A life is beautiful and ideal or the reverse, only when we have taken into our consideration the social as well as the family relationship.
quote by Henry Ellis
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What Gives You Courage
Without fear there cannot be courage
Fear drives the unthinkable out of us
What gives you courage when there is none?
What gives you courage to get out of bed?
What gives you courage to drive when you know it's dangerous?
What gives you courage to succeed?
What gives you courage to survive?
What gives you courage to strive?
People have courage to live for their children
People have courage to live for themselves
People have courage to live for hope
People have courage because they believe
People have courage to not give up
Fear is not the essence of life
But a free soul not tamed
Courage is the journey of your heart
Guided by strength
On a path of untamed obstacles
Let courage guide you
As you begin your quest
poem by Alisha Ricks
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One very important aspect of our contemporary musical culture - some might say the supremely important aspect - is its extension in the historical and geographical senses to a degree unknown in the past.
quote by George Crumb
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The big difference is the size of the crew and the flexibility of shooting because of the size. I mean, it's crazy. So you can't improvise, you cannot suddenly do something that comes to mind, whereas in a small production you have much more flexibility.
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A Tribute to Mothers on ‘Mothers’ Day ‘09’
A mother keeps the human race going!
She gives the kid(s) the important training;
She does the baby’s cleaning and nursing;
She tends to children’s bathing and cleaning.
A mother is the crux in kid(s) growing!
And children into adults keep turning;
She does the child’s dressing and nail-paring;
She sings the songs when child goes off sleeping!
A mother keeps the home and does cooking;
About the children all, she keeps thinking;
Most days, she does the chores and dish-washing;
She hardly gets some time for own sleeping!
A mother loves to work and keep slogging!
Sometimes, in vain for help, she keeps begging;
Some modern moms take to even blogging;
A few spend much time at husbands, nagging!
A mother knows the art of good loving!
Some are good in punning, joking, rhyming;
A mother teaches kids at fine writing;
She spends the night in ‘about all’, dreaming!
A mother soul is fixed to kid(s) rearing!
To problems all, she gives a good hearing;
Nothing amiss can escape her seeing;
At times, she gives the kid(s) a good beating!
A mother tells kid(s) to be God-fearing!
Some mothers can be bold and ev’n daring;
Some mothers can’t stay without arguing;
Good mothers believe in giving / sharing!
A mother is a great human being!
When someone leaves, she keeps her hand(s) waving;
For love sometimes, some mothers keep craving;
The world somehow keeps most mothers crying!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-13-2009
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Waits For None
Death waits for none
We have to go one by one
She or he may be dear one
But death spares no one
Have patience and courage
Some of the deaths may be in early age
That is tragic and hard to manage
Yet we got to forget soon the golden page
Feel strong when you are likely to abode
As if taken on divine horse and rode
One of the rarest occasions to have come across
Even though it may be a gravest loss
Last place is certain to rest
We might have endured all the tests
We may avail peace so far eluded
This is only point we might have conceded
Weep not as it may be an insult
To almighty who cared so much and built
Your life and shaped into precious entity
You were known as one of the best personality
Soon it will be by gone memory
No one should feel sorry
It must be kissed on true face
Eternal peace is on card without any chase
Loved so far and be loved here after
You are close to hart and not so far
You are placed in four walls of heart
That may blip in divine form of an art
I shall smile and kiss on your grave
Look confident and very much brave
Yet that is not solution or victory
I am sad for it and feel very sorry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Need to Express Something Fresh Emerges
There is something unattractive,
About recycled old habits.
They eventually stale.
Like a relationship with redundant activities.
Sooner or later,
A need to express something fresh emerges.
And this should be observed.
Is there anything in nature,
That is not being constantly renewed?
Beside the need for greed...
That seems to be a human fed entrapment!
With conflicts even Mother Nature shows,
No tolerance!
On any level scientists may attempt to change.
Through the creation and healing of chosen diseases.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Epitaph to a Dog
Near this spot
Are deposited the Remains
of one
Who possessed Beauty
Without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
And all the Virtues of Man
Without his Vices.
This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery
If inscribed over Human Ashes,
Is but a just tribute to the Memory of
"Boatswain," a Dog
Who was born at Newfoundland,
May, 1803,
And died at Newstead Abbey
Nov. 18, 1808.
The Peach
Mamma gave us a single peach,
She shared it among seven;
Now you may think that unto each
But a small piece was given.
Yet though each share was very small,
We owned when it was eaten,
Being so little for us all
Did its fine flavour heighten.
The tear was in our parent's eye,
It seemed quite out of season;
When we asked wherefore she did cry,
She thus explained the reason:-
'The cause, my children, I may say,
Was joy, and not dejection;
The peach, which made you all so gay,
Gave rise to this reflection:
'It's many a mother's lot to share,
Seven hungry children viewing,
A morsel of the coarsest fare,
As I this peach was doing.'
poem by Charles Lamb
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Small Talk
Its not the chapters he reads when youre feeling low down
Its not the touch of his skin when you kiss him goodnight
Its not the money he spends when you want to buy a daydream
And not that miracle smile that makes the sky bright
Its not the way his hands behave
When youve turned out the light
Its the small, small small talk that makes it all happen
Small, small small talk that makes you want to fly, yes it does
Its not the way he believes in you like a religion
Its not the thrill that you get when hes holding you tight
Its not the way his eyes persuade
You to stay the night
Its the small, small small talk that makes it all happen (just like that)
Small, small small talk that makes you feel like flying, yes it does
Information, heart and soul, a whisper, a word
Confessions that have to be heard
Small small talk
Come on now, come on now
Come on - you make it rock so heavenly
Come on now, come on now
Come on - you seem to talk so heavenly
Big words...
Small talk...
Its not the way his eyes persuade
You to stay the night
Its the small, small small talk that makes it all happen
Small, small small talk that makes you feel like flying, yes it does
song performed by by Roxette
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