Good listeners, like precious gems, are to be treasured.
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Element of Coalesce
One has distress
Another’s got a hopeless longing
There exists such sorrow
Our precious treasured element
“Affection”
Life would be so valuable
To know that every personal you’d pass by
Is embracing you in their heart
Alluring you with a warm smile day after day
One has distress
Another’s got a hopeless longing
There exists such sorrow
Our precious treasured element
“Connection”
If you were to come across a girl in deep sorrow,
What would you do?
If you have distress, what can you do?
Would being there for her be enough to divulge the light?
For the first time, I feel like I didn’t say enough
Don’t stop breathing, this is only the beginning
I can’t keep swimming in this bitter world, knowing that you’re alone
I hate what the world’s done to you, to I, to us
One has distress
Another’s got a hopeless longing
There exists such sorrow
Our precious treasured element
“Love”
Look closely on the floor, you’ll see with your own eyes
The path that we took all those years to get here has already disintegrated
poem by Aiden Florence
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If Not Faced To Rid
Kept to us most precious,
With claims that remain dear and treasured...
But ironically freed,
From those experiences we had agonized...
With tears to cry and the asking of God,
'Why me? '
And eventually with patience,
Those clouds we question begin to disappear.
With a clearing before us of brighter skies.
And yet doesn't it seem...
If it had not been for experiences,
No one wished to dream...
Few would deny if not faced to rid...
Those precious memories we now keep dear,
Could not be for us kept treasured to realize...
If we had not dried our eyes to decide,
Life and the living of it has its ups and downs.
Although many are found walking around with frowns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What if Human Nature was Blind?
What if the gems found
Deep down underground
Had feelings about what humans do
Had feelings about me and you?
What if these precious stones cry
What if they scream out, asking why?
As they are taken and studied
For human want, not the need?
What if the humans could hear
And feel each and every tear
These gems let loose as they are pried
From the comfort of the Earth dried?
What if the humans choose to look away
Causing the gems to feel the dismay
As they are left to feel the pain
Of the humans weather, mostly the rain.
Well, the gems will break and be no more
The humans will have nothing left, to put in their store.
poem by Thamer Mager
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A good book is the precious life-blood of the master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose for a life beyond.
quote by John Milton
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Any outfit that has to beg its listeners for money is an organization that has to constantly please its listeners or it will dry up and go away. It shouldn't work when you think about it.
quote by Bob Edwards
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The Vault
Searching for the dream.
Manifestation of mind.
Ideal of destination.
It lay deep within the heart.
Within the soul.
In the vault lies a chest.
Inside the chest is the treasure.
Many priceless gems.
Most tarnished, just needing some polishing.
The treasure lay dormant for many years.
She receives the key.
The vault master believes she will help the gems to shine.
But instead she steals them.
Entering the vault at her own discretion.
Taking only the shiniest.
Leaving the tarnished to shine themselves.
The lock has now been changed.
He will now polish the gems himself.
The most valuable gems were the ones that remained tarnished in the vault.
They were of no value to her.
They did not shine.
But once they were polished,
It became known,
That they were the most valuable gems of them all.
For love is patient.
Lust takes what looks good to the eye.
Love will wait for the gems to shine.
To share the riches for a lifetime.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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My Idea Book (Cinquain)
Richness
Treasured pages
Gems of wisdom therein -
Bountiful ink from which I write
Bible.
'The unfolding of Your Words gives light;
it gives understanding to the simple.'
Psalm 119: 130
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July 7,2009
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The truth is clothed
We don’t talk what we want to talk.
We tailor it to suit the listeners.
Listeners changed, the talks would differ.
We clothe the truth with matching lies.
02.04.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Treasured Moments
Every one of us has moments,
treasured moments to call our own.
They come when we’re not looking,
and linger with us a lifetime.
They bring happiness
that we can look back on,
through our growing years.
No one can steal them from us,
nor taint them in anyway.
They are our treasured moments,
that linger with us,
even when we pray.
They are little time capsules
that hold our world together,
when we are feeling down.
They are the joys we reached,
when heaven said, its you.
Treasured moments
like photographs,
capture a moment in time.
We think of some thing to associate them with.
So when we see that thing
we can enjoy them once more,
those treasured moments.
31 May 2007
poem by David Harris
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The unconditional judgment
Writers are a few; their readers are much.
These readers aren’t those writers either.
Actors are a few; their viewers are much.
These viewers aren’t those actors at all.
Singers are a few; their listeners are much.
These listeners aren’t those singers too.
Performers are different from audience.
Poets must be read by other than poets.
Then would prevail a good environment,
Where judgment will be unconditional.
26.10.2008.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Inspiration
Mans inspiration steals its way
Unobtrusively to mind
Like a cat burglar on a heist:
Stealthy, but it comes not to rob
Intellectual property
But to deposit a priceless gem
Still unpolished yet nonetheless
Precious to a creative mind.
Unlike a diamond in the rough
this gems luster is most fleeting
whose innate beauty potential
is measured in nanoseconds
thus leaving little precious time
to create a faceted gem.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Mary Loves Precious
Mary loves her Precious so dear—
she misses Precious who passed last year.
Precious was Mary's companion and pet
she still has her Brownie who is her very good friend.
Mary gave Precious a happy life-
she was there for Precious in her time of strife.
Mary gave both dogs the love they needed—
Mary has happily and joyfully succeeded—
To experience the lasting unconditional love
of Precious who is with the angels up above.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Hidden Gems
Whenever we have, a sort out
we can almost guarantee we will find
hidden gems that have been forgotten
over the passing years.
Discovering these little gems
sends us back to our memory store
as we search to remind ourselves
of the time we got them many years ago.
These little gems found
bring a smile to us once more
as they did to us
all those years before.
1 October 2011
poem by David Harris
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Life
Life is precious
A gem on the sands of shores.
Though often treated as if it matters little.
Life is the beauty of the world.
As a rose, it blooms in season.
Hides in it the souls of all reasons.
Life is the sun it comes and then goes
Each life adds something new
Good or bad is what we make of it.
Life is worth living.
Sometimes worth dying for-
but never in life you throw away.
Each life must be treasured its very natural end.
copyright © 2012
poem by Godfrey Morris
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Poem about Poetry - As the poems go
as the poems go into the hundreds
i realise there are gems of various grades
strewn everywhere
if only i have the time to gather them all
and string them into a necklace for the goddess of poetry
they will i think sparkle round her neck
the rest - gems with less lustre
like sweat will soon dry
to refresh me to have another go
scouring the various compartments of
my mind for gems of the best categories
and perhaps one day finds one
from a distant planet
that would shock the world
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Listeners
Where there are listeners
there is no silence.
Either the sounds
of the listeners' minds
rebound
from the boundlessness of space,
or the universe itself pounds
out a multivociferous chatter;
the sound of reaching out,
selecting
rejecting
and pain;
coming together
and falling apart again.
Every plant, every stone, every sun
has its tongue,
its subtle and interminable vibration.
Every whirling planet
and spinning electron
screams (or whispers) its history.
Reaching out
selecting
rejecting
coming together
falling apart again.
Pain.
Where there are listeners
there is no silence.
The universal music thunders discordant tones
the unintended harmony
in its unintended composition;
the sound of creation
and of decomposition.
poem by Brian Taylor
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Precious
(orbison)
You are not just another sweet human
Youre precious, precious to me
You are not just my love for the moment
Youre precious, precious to me
Are you some kind of angel
Who lost your way to a star?
Wonder why, why me?
Dont you even see how wonderful you are?
You are not just someone I can talk with
Youre precious, precious to me
You are not just someone I can talk with
Youre precious, precious to me
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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