Perform your long and heavy task with energy, treading the path to which Fate has been pleased to call you.
quote by Alfred Victor Vigny
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Go Back
Go back' ordered emissary of Lord,
when brought to him tied in cord,
'Is this all you are send to perform'
with furious face and very heavy words
Still days left and time not ripe,
many more you to kill and also to wipe,
rape, arsen and loot with heavy foot,
also cold murder with heavy shoot,
You have not spared child and insane,
all pleading for mercy all into vain.
All you did not to earn fame
Creator being I, still name my blame,
You were not afraid and trap you laid,
bad act you perform which never said,
Have you to so suffer for sinful act?
plead you may more not with fact,
I may watch from here,
you may perform there,
will not end life even time run out,
kicks you may get still not you rout,
You may act bad and not feel sad,
rejoice at a fall abuse you recall,
never you think down, you may have fall,
no one will hear and you may so fear
I may come there and will born again,
bless for you all and glory to regain,
take you all in fold, lead to noble path,
No need to dip or take holy bath,
I may be drowned in deep water,
laden with heavy and thorny crown,
nails may pierce body with hot red iron,
people may shout kill and still frown,
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Truth Unwanted
I have reached a crossroads
The one path; pursuit of heart
The second path; awaiting the will of fate
The past has proven itself to be at fault
The future yet to be proven
My fate still to be decided
And so the decision over you will be told
Fate itself is written and true in the end
To get there is one's own deciding
Faulty marks thus far had me thinking
To walk a more basic path
Yet now, over you, my heart is choosing it's own path
Fate or not
To be chosen; journeying alone, awaiting fate and hoping
the heavens share a name with thee,
or; ask your hand in mine and walk the thin line between
fate and destiny; to see if my heart only cheats my soul
poem by Sean Quinlan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Path Of Normality
They say I'm special, they say I'm weird, they call me unique, and yet I cry no tear. For I am on a path, one for all too someday see, a path of normality that will someday be apart of me. But shall I stay this way, am I a monster shall I be, for there are certain parts of me that none shall ever see, the part that is never for anyone to meet. For the real me is strong and my rage is like wheat, thin as a feather, but heavy as a brick, there's only so long until it falls.
For once it does, Oh God curse that day, for torture am me so I keep my mind at bay. At bay for what is never to be … a monster… a human… a resentful me. For I go day by day with what is call "normality", hoping that every day I live, and die as me. For to be someone else is something other than me, other than normal, a monster I fear of thee. For even if I die today I want all to tell and see, how I am on a path of normality to finally find the True Me. Hiding or exposed I don't care of thee, because now I am set right … now I feel flight … and soon I will bask in the glory of seeing them real me, starting with a path of normality.
poem by Augustus Gatlin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Song Of Comfort
"Sleep, weary ones, while ye may --
Sleep, oh, sleep!"
Eugene Field.
Thro' May time blossoms, with whisper low,
The soft wind sang to the dead below:
"Think not with regret on the Springtime's song
And the task ye left while your hands were strong.
The song would have ceased when the Spring was past,
And the task that was joyous be weary at last."
To the winter sky when the nights were long
The tree-tops tossed with a ceaseless song:
"Do ye think with regret on the sunny days
And the path ye left, with its untrod ways?
The sun might sink in a storm cloud's frown
And the path grow rough when the night came down."
In the grey twilight of the autumn eves,
It sighed as it sang through the dying leaves:
"Ye think with regret that the world was bright,
That your path was short and your task was light;
The path, though short, was perhaps the best
And the toil was sweet, that it led to rest."
poem by John McCrae
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Another Task At Hand
One more task finished my friend, for what God starts He will end.
He will finish so that you will know, God will help you as you grow.
For God is with you in all you do, God is there to see you through.
God will help you through every task, and all you have to do is ask.
Christ has work prepared for you, in the simple daily tasks you do.
Friend, daily as you do your job, you perform your work as for God.
Just do each task to please The Lord, and your effort is not ignored.
And as you work to serve The Lord, you will reap an eternal reward.
My friend, with The Lord any task, can have fruit that will surely last.
As you do the mundane things, God gives your heart songs to sing.
Friend, even when the day is bleak, simply let The Good Lord speak.
God speaks to you in The Word, in Godly wisdom that you've heard.
God’s Spirit creates in you and me, a witness that all others can see,
That in your job throughout the day, Jesus is with you along the way.
When you work at any place, you can point to His Awesome Grace.
A Grace that sustains me and you, throughout every task that we do.
As you grow you become assured, your daily strength is in The Lord.
For The Lord knows what is best, and in every task you are blessed.
With this task now said and done, you can point to God’s Only Son,
Christ, who is with you every day, through every task along the way.
Finally my hope has gone!
Have you seen or given a look!
There is gigantic monster on the hill
With a very sharp weapon
He cuts, cuts with precision
Every thing every ism one by one
Finally he got comparatively the bigger one
Who says……..
Matter comes from matter
Matter goes to matter
Energy comes from energy,
Energy goes to energy
Nothing more or nothing less
We have to accept it…!
The monster in me feels very thirsty
And wants some worm water of knowledge
If not from the end but from the origin of energy
I can not provide him as I do not know
How deep or how high is the place,
Where the origin of every thing including energy lies?
He got very angry, every now and then pushes me hard
To stop preaching or request me to be shut up.
Other wise he will do the same what he has done with others.
Finally my hope has gone!
But pleased some one has come
To save the humanity from the misguiding monsters.
poem by Abdul Wahab
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
To Stella On Her Birth-Day, 1721-2
While, Stella, to your lasting praise
The Muse her annual tribute pays,
While I assign myself a task
Which you expect, but scorn to ask;
If I perform this task with pain,
Let me of partial fate complain;
You every year the debt enlarge,
I grow less equal to the charge:
In you each virtue brighter shines,
But my poetic vein declines;
My harp will soon in vain be strung,
And all your virtues left unsung.
For none among the upstart race
Of poets dare assume my place;
Your worth will be to them unknown,
They must have Stellas of their own;
And thus, my stock of wit decay'd,
I dying leave the debt unpaid,
Unless Delany, as my heir,
Will answer for the whole arrear.
poem by Jonathan Swift
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I'm Indebted
Many days have passed,
I enjoyed as a must,
every minute as daughter,
of my parents' first.
Then as student, teacher,
and a dutiful wife.
I came in this world,
to end my task of life.
Destined to perform,
my work as an honest
person and half-span,
spent, awaiting the rest!
But, i can't give back,
nature, the things she,
gifted me to breathe,
to eat, supplying energy,
How could I payback you,
Oh! Nature just tell me!
I'm indebted to you,
and drowning in debt's sea.
poem by Nilakshi Das
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
You Are Same
You are same but differently prayed
Your influence always stayed
That is why you are tolerant
All your acts are definitely apparent
You curse no one
You have hatred for none
Prayers come from all over
You provide them solace and cover
You are a sun and having light
You rise in a path very right
Go in direction where it should be
Path is set and you are not free
We too are guided by rules
If you divert then you are fools
How can day become night?
Even if you profess to be right
It will not change
It will end with age
Universe is not day old
Somewhere hot and somewhere cold
Seasons too cooperate
We only shake and vibrate
As we have nothing to relate
Fight among and only to hate
Why fight over something and spill the blood?
Why not grow more to provide the food?
All Gods may be pleased
New thoughts and positive energy may be released
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Blade of fate
The blade of fate lay over my neck forceful and blatant
Cold But withered like a willow tree whistling like a raven
Black and sharpened with the thorn of my heart pierced through my body
Thee knows my quarrels and thee knows my pain that indeed I am hearty
For the fate
of the blade
that lay Hovering over me bares my ever growing load of her rose that is heavy laden.
Oh the blade of fate has wearied me upon the the deathly road I take for nothingness is where I'll lay in.
A field of my fate is where I lay and where I hear the call of the raven.
poem by Daegonius Bonapartea
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My Sun
My Sun is perfect, fully apt to give energy,
May this perfect star be so small, so heavy.
The gaseous ball will quench the thirst,
Be like stars of the night, and stay then.
Bigger than the whole sky at black night,
The moon echoes the whims of the Sun.
The Sun is alive with sound and strategy,
Opening our heads with our hearts.
May it perform brilliantly as perfection commands.
poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Observe It and Believe
Release the tension in that grasp you have.
Let go and let God complete the task.
Just ask your spiritual guides to clear your path.
Material things you have wont last!
Don't be afraid,
If the importance of your past...
Seems to be fading fast.
A new day is dawning...
To remove all masks.
And reveal the light you hold within!
A fresh awareness upon us all begins.
Observe it and believe.
With faith you will witness your happiness increase.
Observe it and believe.
A higher conciousness comes for you to receive.
Observe it and believe.
All conflicts seen from you will leave.
Observe it and believe.
The energy within you,
Has given you breath to breathe.
Inhale and exhale.
Do this quietly.
Observe it and believe...
God wants to free you from all lies and deceit!
Observe it and believe,
He has come to comfort!
He has.
Let go and let God complete the task.
Don't be afraid,
If the importance of your past...
Seems to be fading fast.
Let go and let God complete the task,
To bring upon you everlasting happiness.
Observe it and believe.
Expect this and receive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I'm treading the backward path. Mostly, I just waste my time.
quote by Syd Barrett
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother
He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother - Housemartins
The road is long
With many winding turns,
That leads us to
Who knows where
Who knows where
But I'm strong
Strong enough to care
Ah, He ain't heavy
Cause, he's my brother
So on we go
His welfare is my concern
No burden is he,
To where, we'll get there
But I know
He will not uncomfort me
Ah, He ain't heavy
Cause, he's my brother
The road is long
With many winding turns
That leads us to,
Who knows where
Who knows where
But I'm strong,
Strong enough to care
Ah, he ain't heavy
Cause, he's my brother
When the going gets rough,
I've got a brother
When the going gets tough,
I've got a friend
Ah, you must call me
Yeah, yeah
All you must call me
He, he's my brother
He's my brother
song performed by by Housemartins
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Long Way To Go
We still got a long way to go
We still got a long way to go
We all got a long way to go
What's keeping us apart isn't selfishness
What's holding us together isn't love
Listen to the man who's been
Touched all his life
Yes he's the one they call the fool
Where is the saviour of the sidewalk life
And the road that takes us to the crusades
I've seen the shadows
As they're moving in my sleep
Leading the blind poet to his grave
We still got a long way to go
We still got a long way to go
Yes we all got a long way to go
Please don't waste your energy on me my friend
Cause we still got a long way to go
We'll meet again some day
But right now just go away
Cause I still got a long way to go
The silence is speaking
So why am I weeping
I guess I love it
I love it to death
We still got a long way to go
Yes we still got a long way to go
Yes we all got a long way to go
song performed by by Alice Cooper
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
People who are too concerned with how well they are doing will be less successful and feel less competent than those who focus on the task itself... Some psychologists call it a conflict between ego-orientation, or between extrinsic and intrinsic motivation... but in all cases, what counts is whether attention is turned away from the task at hand and focused on the self and its future rewards, or whether it is instead trained on the task itself. The latter attitude seems the more fruitful.
Adaptables
To Live is to collaborate
All the spineless people
won't capitulate
Will walk again
Will walk again
Will evacuate
And stimulate
And they will wait for the Man
With that ridiculous fairy hand
To work on their lives
And to re-adjust their faith
All the spineless people
Will walk again
Will walk again
Will agitate
And ejaculate
A great act of Sex will be lived here
We will call it The Great and Only Shame
We will make love to ourselves
And tomorrow we will make the same
Make the same
All the Insect actors
Want to participate
Will perform again
Will perform again
Will dissociate
And fabricate
And they will wait for the Dictator
With that apocalyptic Lizard Head
To review their births
And invert their pains
All the Insect actors
(really) want to participate
Will perform again
Will perform again
Will imitate
And simulate
An emergency will be staged
We will call it The Great Accident
We will act as someone else
The very ones we learnt to hate
All of us the ultra-Human
Wish to associate
will hesistate
will adequate
and collaborate.
a great act of Free Will will be lived here
They already call it the Golden Age
We will adapt and celebrate
But we will perish just the same
Just the same
song performed by by Moonspell from Butterfly Effect
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
He who has a task to perform must know how to take sides, or he is quite unworthy of it.
quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Bio-Energy
Energy exists in different forms:
Thermal energy, electrical energy,
Magnetic energy, chemical energy,
Wind energy, solar energy and et al.
Bio-energy consists of chemical,
Thermal, electric, magnetic energy.
Bio-energy confines to bodies
And is distinct from their counterparts
That exist outside the living bodies
In that it as a unit cannot exist
Without the living mass in any way,
That it ceases when bodies disintegrate,
And that it transmits through reproduction.
Bio-energy is only expandable.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Excellent Path
A path of excellence flows through the life,
An infant asks what we learn for the path;
One man is better at the task than another
For all have tasks that are arduous, that back break.
Infancy is a prize and we carefully count
Their years for all to hear; the hearing is complete.
Excel for them, each will gain their respite,
One man is better at the task than another.
May we fluently speak for our throats,
The throat enables our deliberate thoughts of precision.
The real sages recite the verses of poetry
And write their own prose for all infants to read.
poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!