Earn Happiness, Get tuned to the fact 'This too shall pass
This too shall pass
Is the famous adage
And is inscribed on a golden finger ring
Which, when worn
Changes the mood of the person
He/she turns sad, if happy before wearing
He/she turns joyful, if in sorrow before wearing
The requirement is that
The wearer should read the inscription
Message is simple
And telling great many things
It says
Things are changing and always
Are in a passing mode to another phase
Examine your life
It should be having
Enough number of samples
Depicting this message
Your entire life has been
Only a passing of events
The day you were born
Was celebrated and it passed
You were a kid and brought
Happiness and joy to your elders
And those days to passed
Milestones in your life
Whether celebrated, suffered, or mourned
All passed
Events which were pleasant at the time of its occurrence
Turned otherwise with the change in time
And similarly sad events
Had reasons for your joy later
Do not get stuck to an emotional impact
Of an occurrence
As the same event
Will make you feel totally otherwise
As time passes
Check your emotions
Do not overindulge any emotion
Understand that
Over a period of time
Things shape up
Nurse in you a positive approach
And train your intelligence to be confident
That things occurred are for good only
If they are otherwise
They are bound to turn in your favour later
Earn happiness
By this great schooling that teaches you that
This too shall pass
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The Course of Life, Time, And Events and The Process of Change
Time or fate may separate friends, lovers,
But friendship or love that's true will ever
Thenceforth continue to live forever,
True love conquers the odd with its power.
As time passes by, things change with the time,
Every moment, hour, day, month, and year,
All things have their turn to change with the time,
Life, time, and events change with the years.
Everyone, everything, have a time and day,
A time to change, end, begin a new day,
Change is life, the course of life everyday,
All things change, and we change with them all days.
Only the Eternal one is constant,
All things in the universe, inconstant,
But despite it all, love is important,
The world may change, but true love is constant.
poem by Merlin Archivilla
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No more grief
It is humane to cry over split milk
Can not afford for cotton still long for silk
Exactly opposite to the God’s will
No happiness and contentment still
No dead can be brought to life
Same can happen with your dearest wife
One departed means once for all
No use of crying over it and wishing for recall
It is nature’s cycle and inevitable
Even though we may be strong and capable
So many things we can do or attain
But the past events are difficult to maintain
Many might have glorious past
The life would have been easy and spent very fast
They might have lived with colorful situation
They would have wished too for its permanent continuation
It is not easy to forget passed events
They might have passed as fast movement
No one can reel back the time
It has gone off and not remained as prime
It should not have any bearing on future
As no one is confident and very much sure
The past can be buried and present can be pushed
Careful planning for future and not to be rushed
The past is hunting you like grave wound
The is not with you or can never be found
It keeps you restless and does not allow you to rest
There will be no use shedding tears and not trying best
As the cloak can not be pushed back
So the time and fortune can not be brought back too
The lesson must be taken from it to go ahead
Certainly the uncertainty must be over and fears must be allayed
It is advised not to worry so much
Things can not be brought back as such
It is thing of past and must be treated
As by gone is by gone and purpose is defeated
It will be futile attempt to live under fallacy
You will be helpless and live under mercy
You must come out of past shock
As the time go on ticking in clock
It is natural to be alert on your part
It is normal way and no body can depart
It you cling to old things and do not forgo
There won’t be any place left to go
So try to be flexible and possibly adjust
It is very much essential and must
One should remain vigilant all the time and be careful
It is going to be very much useful
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Another Year
Another year has passed.
Things are finally looking up at last.
I'm twenty-five and still alive.
Suprisingly I feel alright.
Holding my loved ones near and tight.
The one I hold dearest gives me light.
Through all my life I knew it right.
Long days have passed since I came last.
Many happy days here in this cast.
A loving family with freinds present and in the past.
Most of them I still love, they're a smash.
Although from time to time we clash.
A faithful journey with falls a plenty.
They can't beat me because God has kept me.
I'll keep fighting to find my meaning.
Another year I know I'm dear.
To all of those who gave me cheer.
Some things are close with who I've chose.
The deals at hand to have and close.
When another year has passed.
I know that she'll be mine at last.
So I thank you all it's been a blast.
We'll celebrate all the years that pass.
poem by Michael McParland
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All about facts
Many years later I was to be told about facts in real
It was lavish celebration for new born arrival
There was great pomp and show to mark the birth
If it was possible they could have decorated complete earth
This is how people celebrate the event
For them it is pride and memorable moment
Who knows what fortune the born may bring?
Will he turn poor or become mighty king?
The luck may prove wrong and events may turn
The fun enjoyed at birth time may take ugly turn
The same pomp and show is not seen and there descends gloom
The extravagance is over and all are confined to single room
Well these are all predictions and has nothing to do
The things shape up not as per our desire to go through
It has all the relevance with continuance of long journey
There may remain poverty or accumulation of enormous money
The fortune is linked to child’s birth in family
Then good moments are remembered very easily
At every occasion it is repeated in good gathering
All credit is given auspicious birth and glimmering
What birth has to do with future events?
What linkage can be made for bad moments?
It might have shaped as per the changing schedule
There is no specific lay out or time module
It may be considered as bad omen
If misfortune is brought by any woman
It might have happened due to any other reason
We have tendency to pas on the blame to particular person
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Song To
You think youve seen it all
Youve been all
You can be
One thing comes along
And changes everything
You came into our world
And changed our way of life
There you were so helpless
And so beautiful
Chorus:
Youll recognize in time
The things ive
Said and done
Youll recognize in time
My son
Someone has passed it on
Giving us the chance
Watching as we grow
Hope we can
Make a chance
This time
I hope I can
Help you grow
Show you what
I dont know
Help you
Be the person
That you wanna be
Time will pass so fast
Im holding to the past
Soon youll be on
Your very own
Repeat chorus
Nananna
Nananan
Nananana
Youll recognize in time
The things ive
Said and done
Youll recognize in time
My son
Someone has passed it on
Giving us the chance
Someone takes your hand
All part of the plan
Someone has passed it on
Giving us the change
This time
Watching as we grow
Hope we can
Make a change
This time
Nananna
Nananan
Nananana
song performed by by Ronan Keating
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Destiny
All our life is full of temptations,
aggravations, sensations, relations…,
good and bad morals,
trifling quarrels, insults,
disappointments and losses,
the worn out clothes,
treacheries and complaints,
events we can’t prevent,
some things we can’t withstand,
stresses and shocks,
difficulties to open some locks,
unpleasant deeds
Skillfully collected on the threads.
All our life is the urge towards light,
the fight with ignorance and harm,
ability to look for a charm.
Having knotted our weakness
we search for strength and happiness.
All our life is full of flights,
big and small victories
and memories of beautiful days,
lilac that blossom in Mays,
memories of happy years,
love that suddenly appears,
meetings with our friends.
That’s life! Full of events,
events which are full of happiness and worries,
sometimes with lots of hurries,
hopes and disappoinments,
mopes and compliments,
loves and hates,
Fools mates,
truth and lie,
black and white,
days and nights.
They all walk together
not caring about the weather.
All our life is a pattern of events.
Slowly but surely,
trying to find a harmony,
they make our destiny.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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You are gone, gone from my life
You are gone, gone from my life
and with time I should have known
that things were petering out
but although destiny had its impact
my career was falling apart,
I still had this absurd hope
that somehow our love was stronger,
stronger than the events of life
and at a time I was totally disarmed
by your gentleness
and now realise that somehow
I should have foreknown
that things would end
the way they did
and maybe the demonic gods
are laughing at me now
with their dim world view,
but the almighty Lord walks on my side
and few things remain in the world
that I once wanted with you
and also maybe absurdly
I am waiting on a new morning
when my star will rise again,
will shine against all adversity
and I am trying to have faith and hope.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Our life, our destiny
All our life is full of temptations,
aggravations, sensations, relations…,
good and bad morals,
trifling quarrels, insults,
disappointments and losses,
the worn out clothes,
treacheries and complaints,
events we can’t prevent,
some things we can’t withstand,
stresses and shocks,
difficulties to open some locks,
unpleasant deeds
skillfully collected on the threads.
All our life is the urge towards light,
the fight with ignorance and harm,
ability to look for a charm.
Having knotted our weakness
we search for strength and happiness.
All our life is full of flights,
big and small victories
and memories of beautiful days,
lilac blossom Mays,
memories of happy years,
love that suddenly appears,
meetings with our friends.
That’s life! Full of events,
events which are full of happiness and worries,
sometimes with lots of hurries,
hopes and disappointments,
mopes and compliments,
loves and hates,
Fool’s mates,
truth and lie,
black and white,
day and night.
They all walk together
not caring about the weather.
All our life is a pattern of events.
Slowly but surely,
trying to find a harmony,
they make our destiny.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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New day
It a brand new day
What a happy day
It a brand new moment
Make it a happy day
Forget about the bad time
And remember the good time
Great change in my life
The things i use to do
I do them no more
The wrong i use to do
I do them no more
It a great change in my life
The wrong made right
The corner turns bright
For there was light
There came the rain
To wash away the pain
The old life is gone
No not again
It a brand new day
What a happy day
poem by Matt Ancient
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The sad events that occur in my life are the sad events that happen to everybody, with losing friends and family, but that is a natural occurrence, as natural as being born.
quote by Sergio Aragones
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Today... 'The Alpha and Omega
The Alpha and Omega is Your great name.
The Beginning and the End, forever the same.
There before the dawning of life upon the earth.
At the end You will also be, at creations new birth.
Written in this book of Revelation for all to see
is a message to the churches telling of what will be.
The Water of life is given that will surely satisfy
for all who thirst and come will never be passed by.
We hear these words from the First and the Last
as time concludes and history fades into the past.
'It is done, behold all things are now made new, '
as the new heaven and earth burst into view.
At the commencement of that great Eternal Day
when the ages of earth have ended and passed away.
Then the One who is the Beginning and the End
will be this poor persons Saviour and Eternal Friend.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)
Just Passing Time
Passing time,
Time passes.
And longing for times past.
With no pastime,
I think of past times.
Times of joy.
Sorrowful times.
Layered.
Like an alluvial plain,
I am inundated, flooded.
As the past floods in
Passing by the inner eye
I time travel.
Bad thoughts by passed
Passed all thought
They pass away.
Pass into the past
To lie again quiescent
A timely demise
For times past.
Copyright P H Brookes 20012
poem by Paul Brookes
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It Is All In The Lines Of Your Palms
things and events all come to you
telling you that they are ready
to fulfill your destiny, and so just wait
the floors will come to make your feet feel
that there is a foundation for your success
the stars no matter how silent shall give a hint
where to go, what to do, and when all these shall
completely happen, and so be calm
keep waiting, things and events come
and unfold before you, like a scene of a movie
nothing shall be planned, things shall be done.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Grateful One
I do not wonder why,
Things are the way they are.
They are the way they are!
And I don't wonder why.
I do not sit with wishes,
That events could turn out differently.
Or reminisce in 'what ifs'...
Of 'that' which should have been done.
Especially if I've been empowered,
To pursue a choice that has been made.
With regrets I should have left alone...
Like some frozen in a time zone!
I have known for quite some time...
Whatever happiness I have,
Is happiness that is mine!
And I don't wonder why that is!
It 'is' as it is.
And I am the grateful one!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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See What luck Can Bring
Luck can bring you joy that is true
So better stay alert and clearly view
And try to understand things that are new
And see what luck can bring in flying hues
Sometimes you feel that your sorrow is deep
And you cannot do anything else but to weep
But remember taht some times happiness leap
And you have to wake your luck from sleep
So instead of just quietly passing your days
wake up and search for the happiness rays
And look for the stairs in your way
That will lead you where happiness stays
But remember for that you first have to arrange
Your messed up life and then you must change
Your attitude towards things that are strange
And then reach out for the range
And l; earn how you can properly greet
Things taht are worthwhile and sweet
And hope that one day you will meet
Happiness and fain ready to kiss your feet
And then luck will bring you joy that is true
And surely one day you will fainly view
Good things that are all nice and new
Will meet you in luck's way with flying hues.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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I am a sculpture
I am sculptor and I sculpt all day
To make a man, a corresponding man, resembling those who were first
The zenith brought us light, brought us food
The zenith brought us heartache a broken charm not soothed
I am a sculptor and I sculpt all day
Carving, sculpting bits of common
It looks fashionable, it’s like ordinary
It looks like a conventional man, he will be popular
Ten English men
Ten English women
Everybody is cool
Everybody is true
Wearing the same clothes
As the sculpture wears to
Battle the outsiders their animals
Raging pit bulls with chains
Look they have a different face
Let’s us murder them a great golden genocide race
The battle passed
And so did the time
But one thing changes and changes and changes and changes and changes and changes
The sculpture really enjoyed their style
He had new clothes
He had acceptance
Battle the outsiders their animals
Unwanted souls shaken from their cage
Look they have different accents
Let’s us murder them drag their tongues from their foolish sayings
The battle passed
And so did the time
But one thing changes and changes and changes and changes and changes and changes
The sculpture really liked that accent
He had new sayings
He had acceptance
Battle the outsiders their animals
Loaded guns with reasons to shoot
Look they have different smells
Let’s us murder their nose’s, piecing through, let us destroy these things they do
The battle passed
And so did the time
But one thing changes and changes and changes and changes and changes and changes
The sculpture really liked those smells
He had new scents
He had acceptance
The English gang turned around and witnessed a changing slant
The sculpture had changed but how
That’s cool, that’s it
We need to be like the sculpture is
I am sculptor and sculpt all day
To sculpt a man
An intelligent man
Living life and giving all he can
We can’t undo reality
Were pressed hard down on fast forward
There was never a pure bred
But there still isn’t a pure acceptance head
poem by Joe Taylor
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On And On
I'm happy again to be stuck here again
And you're so happy again to be stuck here again
Now we can rap about "the good old days"
Laugh at dumb jokes that you make
It's great to be here and
I'm just elated to be someone you once hated
And its all so complicated
Maybe this time you can come outside your little world
Make out with another girl
If it were up to me
I'd like to buy you flowers everyday
Make everyday a holiday
Carry on and on and on about you and the things you do
The things you do
Im so sorry again you say you're leaving me again
Cause you're not happy again
And I'm left stuck here again
Now you can scream about the little things
Slap me twice across the face
Man it would be great if I could
{Chorus (in Spanish)}
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Passing
The change, it comes so slowly
Like the winter of our lives,
It encroaches while we're playing,
While we're laughing with our wives,
As the children wave goodbye
The first brief chill will still the air,
And that silence settles on us
As they turn, and close the door.
Then we stare long at each other
But we find no words to say,
You have been the faithful mother
That I married, back some way,
But I see your smile has faded
With the passing of the years,
And you turn your face away so I
Won't see that trace of tears.
Are you thinking of that moment
When you held that new born child,
Of the joy of those first steps, or of
The day your baby smiled?
And the schooling and the learning
And the knees they brought home skinned,
Or the pride you took each time you watched
That graduation film.
While I find my own thoughts turning
To those days before we wed,
To your awesome, breathless beauty
As you passed, and turned my head,
Of that first-time kiss I savoured
Out beneath the apple tree,
When I took you to my heart, and you
First said you wanted me.
Now we're grey, and more like shadows
Since the lust in us has died,
And we rarely touch each other
Since we turned to ash inside,
For the years of work and struggle
Took their toll on you and I,
And I hear you every evening as
You go outside to cry.
All those dreams that ended shattered,
All those hopes that turned to tears,
Here we sit, both disillusioned
With the tolling of the years,
And we pass our friends unseeing
As we wander in the street,
We are ghosts, a long time passing
Now our story is complete.
We are like the leaves of autumn
That have fallen from the trees,
Blowing through our days unspoken
With each passing, gentle breeze,
We will fade and be forgotten
In the long term way of things,
But we'll cling in desperation for
What each last moment brings.
25 November 2012
poem by David Lewis Paget
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On And On (About You)
I'm happy again
To be stuck here again
And you're so happy again
To be stuck here again
Now we can rap about the good 'ol days
Laugh at dumb jokes that you make
It's great to be here and I'm just elated
To be someone you once hated
And it's all so complicated
Maybe this time you can come outside your little world
Makeout with another girl
If it were up to me I'd like to
Buy you flowers every day
Make every day a holiday
Carry on and on and on about you
And the things you do
The things you do
I'm so sorry again
You say you're leavin' me again
Cause you're not happy again
and i'm left stuck here again
Now you can scream about the little things
Slap me twice across the face
Man it would be great if I could
Buy you flowers every day
Make every day a holiday
Carry on and on and on about you
And the things you do
The things you do
(Alright)
If I could buy you flowers every day
Make every day a holiday
Carry on and on and on about you
And the things you do
Me gustaria comprar de flores cada dia
Hace cada dia una vacacion
Y habla mas y mas y mas de ti
De las cosas que haces
I just said I'd buy you flowers every day
Make every day a holiday
Carry on and on and on about you
And the things you do
The things you do....do....do....do....
Ol!
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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Enjoy
Enjoy these instants afforded you before they pass away.
If love is your password, happiness will mark your stay.
There is no better investment than time with family and friends.
There's no better feeling than the effect that your love sends.
Take time out of each day and enjoy what's important in your life.
Then dismiss time consuming, unimportant things that cause strife.
Enjoy today without worrying about what will happen tomorrow.
Present is past in a moment and time is a thing you can't borrow.
Before clock or events can ever so quickly alter your tenuous fate,
Enjoy, enjoy your wonderful, loving life; it's still not too late!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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