One can be emptied out and be filled up.
quote by Isabelle Adjani
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As the purse is emptied, the heart is filled.
quote by Victor Hugo
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Rucksack Full Of Stones
A Babe…
Born perfect, innocent, ready
Cast into a corrupt world
Parents eagerly present
A family heirloom
A patchwork rucksack
Part-filled with stones
To a wide-eyed child
Begins the journey…
Child given stones of many shapes, sizes
Stones of pity, sorrow, fear, trauma
Stones filled with words like “No”
Stones filled with ugly phrases
Stones filled with abuse, punishment, pain
Rucksack seams burgeon
A growing Soul shouts
“Enough”
Emptying begins…
Through lessons, experiences, prayer
One by one
Removed the stones
Rucksack lightens
By the Grace of God,
Finally emptied
Another Babe born
Rucksack beckons
“Not this time”
Rucksack flung
Into Wisdom’s Fire
Consumed
Ends a vicious cycle…
poem by Ray Lucero
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Thou must be emptied of that wherewith thou art full, that thou mayest be filled with that whereof thou art empty.
quote by Saint Augustine
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Now Let Us Begin
man if he is true to be man, is more real if he is at first
less of himself, when he is empty, when he is emptied,
when he is emptying. It is like the stomach, you feel it more
when it is empty rather than when it is full
it speaks to you when it is hungry
it grunts
it growls
it even howls
and sometimes it whistles
than when it is bloated with so much food
and wine and desserts.Because in hunger, in the hopelessness
of our state, in the emptiness of our being
we know where we will place
everything.
we will know our dreams, we meet our hopes,
for the first time
we know precisely when to wish,
and where to put them
when we are emptying,
when we are emptied
and now we are sure when we are filling.
let us begin.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beggars And Kings
In the evening
all the hours that weren't used
are emptied out
and the beggars are waiting to gather them up
to open them
to find the sun in each one
and teach it its beggar's name
and sing to it It is well
through the night
but each of us
has his own kingdom of pains
and has not yet found them all
and is sailing in search of them day and night
infallible undisputed unresting
filled with a dumb use
and its time
like a finger in a world without hands
poem by William Stanley Merwin
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Waiting
well there ain't no point in moving on
until you've got somewhere to go
and the road that I have walked upon
well it filled my pockets
and emptied out my soul
all those insecureties
that have held me down for so long
I can't say that I've found a cure for these
but at least I know them
so they're not so strong
you look for your dreams in heaven
but what the hell are you supposed to do
when they come true?
well there's one year of my life in these songs
and some of them are about you
now I know there's no way I can write those wrongs
believe me
I would not lie you've hurt my pride
and I guess there's a road without you
but you once said
there's a way back for every man
so here I am
don't people change
here I am
is it too late to try again
here I am
song performed by by George Michael
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Astonishing Forest
Where the house filled with living
The house continuously giving
Where the house filled with nature
The house filled with adventure
Anything can survive
With the nature it provides
Where the house filled with grass
The house filled with hedges, bushes and plants
Canopy trees be it rain or shine
Will be there for you at any time
Where the green house filled with fresh air
Will shelter you in the heavy rain
O the house of beauty
O the house of sound
So much variety is yet to be found
poem by Sehar Zaman
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Tomorrow Will Be Better
Some days we are filled with happiness,
some days we are filled with gloom.
Some times we are filled with optimism
that illuminates every room.
Our moods change so quickly
just like the weather,
yet here we are filled with whatever
always hoping tomorrow will be better.
12 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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Old Man Dying
there's an old man dying
in a small bedroom filled
with books and worn out clothes
and old socks with holes
there's an ashtray that always
needs to be emptied;
blinds that are as twisted
as his fingers and his toes
there's an old man dying
in the shadow of his
father's dreams, his father's world,
choking on the bad taste
of his own prayers forgotten
and mountaintops bartered;
in the mist of cannot touch,
can't lay with again
and love sweat grown cold,
gone stale as the lines,
the wrinkles on his face,
and hands that tremble
there's an old man dying
and somewhere, there's
a young man being born!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Starving ego
I’m filled when I am recognized;
I’m filled when I am remembered.
I’m filled when I am spoken about.
How poor or starving my ego is!
30.07.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Empty Bowl
I held the golden vessel of my soul
And prayed that God would fill it from on high.
Day after day the importuning cry
Grew stronger-grew, a heaven-accusing dole
Because no sacred waters laved my bowl.
'So full the fountain, Lord, wouldst Thou deny
The little needed for a soul's supply?
I ask but this small portion of Thy whole.'
Then from the vast invisible Somewhere,
A voice, as one love-authorized by Him,
Spake, and the tumult of my heart was stilled.
'Who wants the waters must the bowl prepare;
Pour out the self, that chokes it to the brim,
But emptied vessels, from the Source are filled.'
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Ashes
My heart is filled
With the ashes
Of our love burned away
I've emptied out my soul
Until there is nothing
Left to say
Glued the pieces back together
Every time I fell apart
You lit a fire
Inside of me
Then left only ashes
In my heart
I have searched your face
For even the slightest trace
Of the love I used to see
Reflecting back at me
But what is gone
Cannot be found
And every time
I turn around
You smear rejection
All over me
I'm the most broken
That I'll ever be
Your eyes so cold
Your words unkind
You've taken so much
There's nothing left
Of me that's mine
You leave only ashes
In my heart
While your love still burns
Throughout my mind
poem by Erika Wingo
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Oh Love Filled Days
Oh happy day
Oh happy day
When Mary finds
She is entwined
With Grace Devine
Oh happy day
Oh happy day
Oh joyful day
Oh joyful day
When Jesus lay
On a pile of hay
Oh how the angels play
On Christmas day
Oh joyful day
Oh joyful day
Oh love filled day
Oh love filled day
When Jesus lay
In a lonely tomb
From the afternoon
Till he rose on Easter day
Oh love filled day
Oh love filled day
Oh happy day
Oh joyful day
Oh love filled day
Entered the earth
In the most humble way
Taught us how to pray
Took our sins away
Oh happy day
Oh joyful day
Oh love filled days
When he came to stay
poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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Unfiltered By Mist
when i appear to you
one of these days
what is it that you want to see?
my hands are hard
my ears covered
my eyes in haze
my body in trembling
this is not what you want to see i guess
you want greek pillars as my feet
my eyes as gentle as a roman saint
my ears attentive as a echoing mountain
my body strong like an old castle
but let me tell you how is it to grieve
for someone that i have loved and lost
how is it to cry and yet not wanting to have tears
how is it to be lost and pretend that he has the mastery of the ways
that he has the manners of a man mastering the art of cultured restraint
tell me if you all know these
if you can relate to these miseries
perhaps one day when the world is ready for me
then i will show myself filled to the brim of reality
like a glass emptied of its contents glistening to the rays of light not filtered by the mist
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Need Cash And Not Your Lip
You may not have a clue,
Or be conscious of it.
You may accept it as a part of life,
Existing.
Spending as if there is not end to it.
Until a limit has been reached,
With a lesson to begin...
Taught to you as one to teach.
You believed you were equal.
Sharing 'perks' and benefits.
But when your pockets emptied...
Quick,
Your credit also split!
You believed you were equal.
Sharing 'perks' and benefits.
You believed you were equal.
But when your pockets emptied...
Quick,
Your credit also split!
You once felt equal.
You may not have a clue,
Or be conscious of it.
You may accept it as a part of life,
Existing.
Spending as if there is no end to it.
Until your limit has been reached,
With a lesson to begin...
Taught to you as one to teach.
And then you call your creditors...
Who say to you we need some cash,
And not a promise of it!
It's needed now.
And needed fast!
You believed you were equal.
Sharing 'perks' and benefits.
You believed you were equal.
But when your pockets emptied quick...
You called your creditors who say,
They need the cash and not your lip.
You believed you were equal.
Sharing 'perks' and benefits.
You believed you were equal.
But when your pockets emptied quick...
You called your creditors who say,
They need the cash and not your lip.
'Pay up!
We need cash and not your lip.
Pay up!
We need cash and not your lip.
Pay up! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Meaning Of Fidelity
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is deeper than any emotion,
Fidelity is full of trust and compassion,
And is filled with a keen devotion.
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is a state of faithfulness from the heart,
Fidelity is an adherence to a special cause
And its' sworn vows will never part.
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is an allegiance bound to stand,
Fidelity is part of a Nation's domain,
And is steadfast throughout the land.
Fidelity is filled with eagerness and passion,
Fidelity is full of piety and ultimate care,
Fidelity is filled with an intense sense of duty,
And is like soothing music in the air.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Tell Me Why
That tuesday night, turned 26 and I caught your smile
laid down my life, one kiss would take me through the night
I close my eyes, I feel your touch, I see you smile
it's on my mind, it's just a dream I know, but why?
why I just can't stop wondering you're on my mind
noone tells me why, tell me why
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
just to tell you goodbye
a day down the line, reality's back on my mind
yesterday's behind, the charm of love has died but why
unsatisfied with what we get used to in this life
I laid it aside, looks so pale with open eyes
so I just keep on wondering about what's on my mind
noone tells me why, tell me why
why again you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
why again you filled that emptiness in me
so I tell you goodbye
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
why again you filled that emptiness in me
so I tell you goodbye
song performed by by H-BlockX
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Co-equal
unless you empty
all thoughts
unless you sit
there
all emptied
of who, what
you are
i will say
we are all dumb
we are co-equal
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nicole Weir
Into this world
Born quiet and sweet.
So gracious and cute
No one can dispute.
Just like her Mother
And she like her Mother before.
Inquisitive, aggressive
But humble whom others adore.
No one can imagine
What her future can bring
But regardless of her problems
I know she will lift her voice
And continue to sing.
A song filled with comfort
A song filled with love.
A song filled with joy
A song filled with peace.
A song from the heart
A song sent from above.
poem by Cecelia Weir
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A narrow neck keeps the bottle from being emptied in one swig.