The Poor Mind
The poor mind becomes a temple
Based on the noble and virtuous
Thoughts it possesses.
The poor mind becomes a trash can
Based on the ignoble and noxious
Thoughts it contains.
The lowly always dwell
On sinister thoughts vicious
And on loathsome thoughts injurious.
If these deleterious thoughts
Of malevolence and trash are erased
The poor mind becomes highly raised
And it becomes a temple.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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My Trash
in the house
at the kitchen
one finds that black bag
filled with trash
one has to throw them away
no keeps them
in our mind
in the same manner
there are thoughts
which are trash
and there is the black bag
one has to throw all these trash
away
in my poems
i got a trash
got a black bag
and i am throwing all these away
what us have to things
and thoughts
that no one loves?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thoughts Mind Soul Echoes
thoughts like children
scatter from our mind
thoughts were part of us?
thoughts came from us?
thoughts live beyond us?
thoughts outlive our lives?
thoughts mind soul echoes
haunting fragments of mind
light shines through prisms
separates into colour bands
thought trails sunset colours
spectrum ribbons thoughts
spiral into keen conceptions
meaning insight discriminates
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Do You Have Any Thoughts About Me?
Do you have any thoughts about me?
And I want to know if the thoughts that you have about me
Are any good?
Do you mind sharing the thoughts about me?
What are the thoughts about me like?
Are the thoughts about me semtimental?
Are the thoughts about me very romantic?
Are the thoughts about me full of love?
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Fear of my thoughts
You make me fear the thoughts in my brain
For the things I think
Of you
Thoughts which are't to be thought
Things which will never occur
I fear the thoughts in my mind
For they are things I long for
Things I know will never happen
Becasue you and I can't happen
I fear the thoughts inmy mind
because you are there every time
I can't visit my own mind
My own thoughts sadden me and enrich me with anger
Am angry atmelf
I fear my own thoughts
Just because it has what I want
Because I'm green with envy at it
Because you're there and not out here
I fear my own thoughts...
poem by Cannita Melius
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My Thoughts
Thought in the eyes,
The ears.
Thought in mind,
The brain,
Thought in heart,
The soul.
Great thought is great
when it becomes great deeds.
With my thoughts within
Building my world within
Learning with thought;
Is great learning wisdom.
Learning without thought,
Is opportunity lost.
Thought for others
Thought for God
Thought for good
Thought for God’s blessing
Thoughts teach me,
Thoughts educate me,
Thoughts clarify me,
Thoughts enlighten me.
Thoughts make me wise
Thoughts make me patience
Thoughts make me trust others
Thoughts make me clam.
Thoughts before act
Is smart and wise
Act before thoughts
Is stupid and foolish
That’s my thoughts
They make thinking clear
They make belief deepen
They make confidence high.
In thoughts, my world
In my world, make my thoughts.
In thoughts, my words
In my words, make my speech
It’s my thoughts count
Counting my thoughts
To endless counting thoughts
Thinking the thoughts endlessly
My thoughts and thoughts again.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Air Pollution Is Negative Thoughts
What surrounds this Earth plane
is air pollution from our negative thoughts
from our ego playing mind games.
Thoughts based from fear and
thoughts of dispair fill the air.
Stop, stop any negative thoughts by being still-
everyone meditate on love for we are ill.
Jesus took on the human form-
he taught teachings above the norm.
Focus on heaven where we are from-
have light come down to the Earth's ground.
All is Life is affected I kid you not-
AIR pollution is from our negative thoughts.
Written by Christina Sunrise on July 12,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Our Thoughts May Survive
creativity and thoughts
appear from nowhere
creativity and thoughts
are like that spark came
from us was part of us
yet may survive beyond us
long after we have gone
our thoughts may survive
thoughts like children
scatter from our mind
thoughts were part of us?
thoughts came from us?
thoughts live beyond us?
thoughts live on after us?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Happy Thoughts, Happy Thoughts, Think Happy Thoughts
I have to keep reminding myself to forget you.
Forget you and me.
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts.)
You wanted me to promise to never say it again
Those three words
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts)
Which is laughably easy to do right now because
We are so far out of touch I couldn’t reach you if I tried
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts)
So I plod through grey days and inky dark nights
Heavy laden with regret
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts)
Tomorrow I will remind myself to forget you.
Forget you and me.
12-25-07
djlw
poem by Shannon Wright
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Premeditation Mantra
My mind can free itself
from any and all unwanted thoughts
My mind's proper place is to rest
in pure thoughtful space
God awaits my mind in the pure thoughts
of restful space
God will rescue my mind from restless
thoughts I cannot escape
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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The Chronicles Of A Day Stranded In Nature Part 5 Resist Even Out Here
Resist... resist with all my strength
Sometimes i find it hard to resist
I find myself thinking thoughts not be thought
It seems that to not think in this way makes my mind twist
This battle has been fought
Many times before
Yet the thoughts that are there to abhor
Not to surrender to... they're pleasurable O
As i grind my toes inside my shoe
And steady my jaw I resist the urge
And thoughts of the other... I wish to purge
These thoughts of any candidate for my wife
The one with which i spend my life
I must resist even when I rest
And I cannot let my guard down even after a hard test
They plague and pervade my mind
Though I like these thoughts... I still must find
Some peace from them, because for me they
Often are evil... how fey
Resist...resist... with all my mind
poem by David Knox
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Mind Over Manner?
Some thoughts are based in logic
Spawned by intellectual left brain
Some thoughts are based in magic
When right brain bids soul explain
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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He asked me if I'd take a penny for my thoughts.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
and I told him the things on my mind.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
I had thought then I'd be paid in kind.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
and the closest friends we came to be.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
I thought then the one he cared for, was me.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
now rich with my thoughts he was.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
I thought his reason was more than 'just because'.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
he's made me rich with a broken heart.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
now my life has a broken start.
Prejudiced? Who? Me? ? .....[Personal; Human Nature; Racial Prejudice]
I'm a white guy, aged 64, raised in a small town way up north.
Do some thoughts I have about blacks signal prejudice coming forth?
First I'd say NO, but then again I'd say YES.
But such thoughts, by both whites and blacks, are normal I would guess.
What thoughts am I now referring to you will probably ask.
To answer that sensible question will put my mind to task.
My interactions with blacks, I think, no prejudice does reveal.
And the rare times I have 'prejudice' thoughts, I think they're no big deal.
Do you wish to know of what my 'pre-judged' thoughts consist?
I'd almost rather not tell you. But, if you insist.
I sometimes think 'nigger'; when and where I grew up that was a 'bad' name.
I also think of them as different though people are the 'same'.
And here is where I say 'I don't like generalization'.
By 'same' I mean neither all blacks nor all whites are 'the same' in this nation.
So whites and blacks can both be smart or stupid, mean or kind;
within each 'race' criminals and 'saints' you'll find.
I wasn't raised to either love or hate blacks. My parents seemed not to judge.
And I've changed my mind again; I'm NOT prejudiced. From that opinion I shall not budge!
Then why you ask do I sometimes think 'nigger' when I think of a black?
I think it's due to both a primeval urge to break society's rules, and to thought-control I lack.
Luckily I don't act out my 'bad' thoughts. I might be in jail now if I had.
When in grade school, a boy said I called him 'nigger'. The accusation made me sad.
poem by Bri Edwards
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You & I
Oh, you and i
The time we spent together ends too soon
Like sun sets to the moon
So breath my beautiful
I often find that Ive been losing time
Cos what you said last night
That play upon my mind
Like thoughts of
Chorus:
You and i
You and i
It goes round my head like a carousel
And round and round my mind
You and i
You and i
I know what to do when Im not with you
I fill my mind with thoughts of
You and i
You and i
A simple need of love is what you bring
It plays on my hearts strings
Songs of love to be loved
Got me thinking of
Our moments that are gone but will not fade
And we live to be replayed
In my mind overtime
Like thoughts of
(chorus)
Well I know well make mistakes
But thats just the chance we take
I hope youll never say
Cos Ill never say
Goodbye
Say goodbye
To you and I (you and I)
You and I (you are always on my mind)
It goes round my head like a carousel
And round and round my mind
You and I (you are always on my mind)
You and I (youve just got to give me a try)
I know what to do when Im not with you
I fill my mind with thoughts of
You and i
You and i
You and i
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I'm Lost
I'm lost,
In many thoughts.
I'm lost,
In frightening thoughts.
I'm lost,
In sad thoughts.
I'm lost,
In upsetting thoughts.
I'm lost,
In fearful thoughts.
I'm lost,
In many ways.
I'm lost,
In many places.
I'm lost,
In my mind.
I'm lost,
Beacause of you.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Thought Broadcasting
Silence is a silver ship
Traveling at the speed of the darkness,
Black holes are the edifices in which I
Build my thoughts-
Word by word,
Each and every syllable forms upon my lips,
And then broadcasted, aloud-
Thoughts are killers- thoughts can harm-
My thoughts can be heard from afar.
Within this room I write my thoughts
With a pen that is void of ink, or a pencil
That has no lead,
Invisible they are, but somehow,
These thoughts are broadcasted aloud.
Thoughts are killers thoughts control-
My thoughts can be heard from afar.
A silver ship with its sail to the wind,
A wild horse that canters across vast terrain, or
Pebbles that roll off of my fingertips,
That splash into the creek, one by one,
You can see, you can hear, as
My thoughts, broadcasted aloud.
My thoughts can be heard from afar.
My thoughts are a flame that only I can quench.
I am in control of what comes into my mind,
As my hands build the world from
The bricks of Time,
My thoughts control the world.
My thinking destroys those, whom I abhor,
My thoughts control the downtrodden.
Silence is a silver ship, or
The dome beneath which I dwell-
I build my edifice beneath this dome.
No one dares to enter, as
I have broadcasted a message to the world,
My eyes order the world away;
My thoughts are broadcasted aloud,
A bad thought can destroy, as good ones
Create and control,
My thoughts control the world…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Busy Thoughts
I busy my mind with thoughts—thoughts of things
I have yet seen—thoughts of places that I
Have never been. Stationary living
Makes me question how it might feel to die—
But I already know—so I want something
Dissimilar to it—something bright, bold—
Reinvigorating for my being—
Something to encapsulate— to hold.
Sometimes I might wonder if anything
Can help me experience my desires—
To affirm for me that they truly bring
An existence more vital than the wires
Can program and provide. My busy thoughts
Often wander when I think I cannot.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Meditation
When the mind is quiet and in glee,
And of scattered thoughts it is free,
Meditation can be undertaken,
And all sundry thoughts forsaken.
Meditation is an unbroken attention,
In a particular physical position,
And flow of fixed concentration,
With contemplation to a state of intuition.
Meditation brings the mind to clarity,
Whereby therein springs serenity,
All activity is reduced in meditation,
And the mind gravitates to illumination.
Meditation is a virtuous way of life,
Whereby there is control over life,
It entails regulation of the mind,
Negating all wary thoughts that bind.
With meditation, the mind is calm,
Deep peace courses, which is a balm,
Awareness of breath control induces relaxation,
Realizing our unity with Cosmos brings realization.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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My Obsession
I often think if I could find
a way to clear and subdue my mind,
I'd wish away all the thoughts that tear
into my heart. They're too hard to bear.
But it seems I have no power I possess
and so I'm compelled to always obsess
over my thoughts of you.
You, who show you are unaware
of how my mind cannot compare
the light of day with dark of night
or the feeling of bliss with dreadful fright
over my thoughts of you.
Though I've loved you more than life
coldness cuts me like a knife.
So with my mind unclear I say
I must keep my obsession of you at bay.
Easy to say, hard to do
for all I think about is you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Poor Little Girl
Poor Little Girl
Nobody cares what she does
She only lives what she was
In her mind reliving thoughts of yesterday
‘til she finds she knows her way she’ll have to play poor little girl
Poor little girl
Why can’t she love what she’s seen
People don’t want her to’ve been
Wasting time and living in her yesterday
‘til she finds she knows her way she’ll have to play poor little girl
Poor little girl
Her heart will shoulder
Who she’s intended to be
She may never know her
Until she has set herself free
Harboring the darkest nights of yesterday
So until she finds her way she’ll have to play poor little girl
Poor little girl
She’s so important to me
I admit I use to be
Runnin’ never knowin’ of my destiny
Blessings in disguise today that end that play
Poor little girl,
Poor little girl
Poor little girl
Little girl’s me
Copyright 1969, Will Fiala
poem by Will Fiala
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