How Can We Know
If we have never known pain,
how can we know
the elation joy can bring?
If we have never suffered,
how can we know
the ecstasy of happiness?
If we have never known one
we can never know
how the opposite can elate.
Life is filled with opposites;
something bad is always
countered by something good.
Knowing both then
our life becomes a whole
as we need one to counter the other.
14 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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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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In the spirit of Rumi - 14
I will create you,
I shall name you;
I will show you happiness; then
I shall show you sorrow;
I will show you sorrow; then
I shall show you happiness;
and in the one, you shall know
the more about the other;
I will show you rest; and
I shall show you restlessness;
and in experiencing one,
you shall know more of the other;
I will show you all that is old; and
I shall surprise you with all that seems new;
I will show you the Unchanging and Eternal, and
I shall show you the changing and the impermanent;
and when you have tasted both of these
you will know more of Me;
I will have you taste the One;
I shall have you taste the many;
and when you have tasted both of these
you shall know more of Me;
I shall show you every opposite that you or I can name,
for I am, all opposites;
and when you have known all opposites
you will know Me beyond all opposites;
I will show you love, and
I shall show you lack of love;
and knowing these, you will become
all the more the loving; and
although you will forget my love for you,
I shall never cease to love myself in you; and
although you will deny your love for Me, or that I exist,
I shall never cease to love myself in you;
but as lovers do, I shall tease you; for
so lovers show each other their true heart;
and so, you will know, as lovers do,
that you are Me and I am you;
I will show to you My smile of love;
I shall speak to you My love’s message.
And if you ask more of Me than all these,
I will show you glory upon glory;
and if you ask yet more of Me than this,
I shall brush you with an angel’s wing
and pour out the honey of my love for you
and show you, dazzled by the world, how you are yet Myself.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Definition of Pain
Life so precious yet so easily taken away
happiness what everyone wants yet there filled with pain
People causing pain to others for their amusement
Which causes hatred from their victims in turn it creates their murder
What has life come to hatred, anger, pain, death instead of happiness, joy, love, life
how can I live with life
for if i'm happy others will give me pain
if i'm in pain others will fill me with hatred
which will have me taking their so precious lives
So how can I feel happiness once again
when in order to do so I have to create all those things I despise
So doesn't a victim create their own murder in turn creates the death of the murder
if all of this is true isn't life a cycle of happiness to pain then unto death.
poem by Requiem Night
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Felicity Of Danger
Felicity creates happiness and easy circumstances,
Beautifying us when applied, signalling an innovation.
My ecstasy is an elation of some kind, after all,
Sighing additionally, so much above a big lion that roars.
Feral and menacing is this emergency of a ghoul,
The lion creates an exigency so greater than happiness.
Hollering with pride, the apes of clamour claim noise
To do with emergency and fierce activity.
Felicity is the opposite of danger, the animals,
Those creatures or minions describe their skin and fur
As that of hell and heaven, the after-lives.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Wise Pain
I told my heart bring happiness in life.
I told my heart bring smiles in life.
I told my heart bring colors in life.
I told my heart bring celebrations in life.
I told my heart bring life in life.
My heart misheard it brought pain in life.
My pain seems wiser than those wishes in life
poem by Kranthi Pothineni
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The Happiness In My Life
The last few years
Have been filled with pain
Where did my happiness go
No hugging, no kissing
Not a hand to touch
Where is the happiness in my life
A new chapter has begun
A happiness renewed
With kind words, and gentle thoughts
Shared with my friends a few
The lust and the desire
Of which now I remember
The happiness in my life
Has finally returned to me...
(October 2006)
poem by Heather Jones
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Happiness To Me
Does Happiness depend upon comfort? ’
The answer is definitely a big, ‘No! ’
Happiness lies in not comforts alone!
Happiness is not a static quality of the
human mind, body and soul.
All can’t remain happy all the time.
It would be foolishness to wish for a life,
filled with happiness alone;
Life could become boring, when happiness is prolonged.
Even A pauper can be happier than the prince.
Even A beggar smiles and sleeps well, despite much strife.
Happiness is a frame of mind that’s dynamic in nature;
Happiness is a kind of mood of feeling very well;
Happiness is a state of one, when life seems worth living;
Happiness is all within;
Happiness is in giving;
Happiness is in sharing;
Happiness does not depend on comforts;
Happiness cannot be bought by money;
Happiness is not all luxury;
Happiness is in being child-like, though adult;
Happiness is in sacrificing for others’ sake;
Happiness is in doing acts of charity;
Happiness is when you’ve led a righteous life.
Happiness to some is in dreams alone;
Happiness to some doing risky feats;
Happiness to a few is in a sheer lazy life;
Happiness to me is in loving.
poem by Richard Maginness
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Each Day As It Comes
We take each day as it comes
never knowing what we might find.
Some days are filled with sunshine
that brightens up our lives.
Some days are filled with rain
in these we feel life’s pain.
Some days are golden
filled with a warm loving glow
that fills us from head to toe.
Some days are black
when sorrow is rife
and we shed tears through the night.
Always me must take
each day as it comes
never knowing what we might find.
Making the most of what we get
as each day marches through.
We must live our life for now
and take tomorrow when it comes.
Holding on to what we have
for as long as we can.
4 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Freedom's Theme
What is the theme of freedom?
Life,
Love,
Happiness,
Contentment.
Is this so?
Can freedom be these,
Our best,
The good things in life?
Or is freedom more?
Is freedom the blood with which it is bought?
Is freedom the evils which our men have suffered
To bring it to us?
Freedom's theme,
Sung through the ages,
Is sacrifice,
And pain,
For happiness dearly bought.
Freedom's theme
Is a hymn of praise
To the God who smiled on us,
And gave us America.
Freedom's theme
Is life, earned by death.
It is love, in power,
Spurned by the hate of the centuries.
It is contentment, with the shouts of thanksgiving,
For all God has blessed us with.
Freedom's theme-
Praise, joy, love,
Should be the song on our tongues always:
Thanksgiving to God for this privilege,
Dearly bought.
poem by James Grengs
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Acrostic for a Poetess
M ortality again making its presence be felt,
A nnouning the end of suffering and pain,
R eservoir of joy now in the past buried,
Y outh well lived but short-changed...
M oments of ecstasy wished never be gone,
A fter the glory of life had perished,
R eminiscence of the poetry world,
T ransperancy through time proven,
I ndex of life now with a missing page,
N o knowing who may follow you next...
R emembered you will be for always,
I n peace you have gone now to the unknown end,
P ermanently leaving your hove and wisdom behind!
©All Rights Reserved-2011
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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With Doubt
My mind is often filled with doubt
about who I really am.
I know my name and what I be,
but really who am I?
Some say this and some say that,
they are only reflections
of who I really want to be.
My lack of confidence in myself
leaves me lagging behind everyone else
and my mind filled with doubt
about whom I really am.
Dark clouds descend around my head,
no clear sky do I see
and mind is filled with doubt
which disguise is really me.
Will my mind clear one day
and reveal the truth to me
or will I face life with doubt
of who I really be.
17 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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Ecstasy
You live in a world of fantasy
You live in a web of deceit
You want it all including me
You like it all to be neat
I come to you when shadows fall
I leave as the dawn arrives
Hide the truth to deceive them all
How my good intention lies
Try to silence the suspicions
Feeding the dark inhibitions
We can never let anyone see
The sin I bring called ecstasy
The sin I bring ecstasy
Secret meetings that we hide
Deeds of iniquity
The price of foolish pride
The cost of immorality
And we hide the truth to deceive them all
And the pain of what will never be
Try to silence the suspicions
Feeding the dark inhibitions
We can never let anyone see
The sin I bring called ecstasy
The sin I bring ecstasy
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Bring Happiness
Spen less time in worrying about tomorrow
For life is a journey of joy and sorrow
So bring happiness along life's way
And learn this rule for yourself each day
And try to find its road through life
And learn more rules of joy to survive
For happiness is like a flowing stream
That emitts joy's light like a beam
And give happiness to all who deserve
And know to bring other's happiness love.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Lost In Numbness
Lost in numbness for years
Running from pain
Trapped in the freezing rain
Constantly numb
Pain is better than nothing at all
Pain without reason, a cause, or even love,
Is better than being all numb
Trapped in a world of numbness without a reason
Show me a world I understand
Pain is all that I have known
No longer able feel anything but pain
Life is filled with pain
Pain is now a comfort
The only thing I can count on
The one thing I understand
It is all I have
All I feel
For my life is filled with pain
Pain is all there is left
When happiness doesn’t work
poem by Emily Swinney
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Our Heartaches
Oh that life would never be
filled with pain and misery,
but life was never meant to be
filled with joy and ecstasy.
I've learned that now and cry my tears.
I learned it in my later years.
All the hopes are replaced with fears
that every emotion that one reveres
escapes so quickly just as it began
and changes all the things you plan.
You hold on tight, as tight as you can.
And as it leaves you never understand.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Me With And Without You
Watch energetic children playing in fresh snow,
That was my life with you, my ecstasy did show.
Feel the cold winter wind’s unrelenting sting,
That’s my life without you, a bell void of ring.
Winter passed and Spring gave it’s first bloom,
That was my life with you, a love filled groom.
Hot summer sun without rain the flowers wilted,
That’s my life without you, enigmatically jilted.
Look at the cloudless sky with warming sun,
That was my life with you, full of joyful fun
Listen to the rhythm of the down pouring rain,
That’s my life without you, crowded with pain.
A picturesque flower basket hanging on a hook,
That was my life with you, the romantic’s book.
Hurricane winds come send it crashing around,
That’s my life without you, happiness not found.
Recall Hart Springs when we did merrily swim,
That was my life with you, the cherished gem.
See lightning and thunder in a summer storm,
That’s my life without you, less than the norm.
poem by Joseph Blitch
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Special Someone
In life, we face love
on many occasions in our time,
but only one will remain
throughout our life.
For everyone there is someone
and when you find them
your life will become a new spring
with its shoots budding each day
until in our summer it blooms into life
and then we know we’ve found
That special someone.
16 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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Whatever The Tides
Give The Lord time and space, to fill a heart with His Grace,
To calm a heart filled with fear, knowing God is always near,
Knowing no matter what the tide, in your heart He will abide,
Knowing truly within your heart, that The Lord will not depart.
At Christmas time we often sing, about tidings He will bring,
Good tidings of joy to all men, especially those Born Again,
For that is why Christ came, so all could embrace His Name,
To accept His great Salvation, that He offers to every nation.
The tides of this life, we know, here upon earth ebb and flow,
As those tides change for me, changeless is God of Eternity,
The Lord God and Creator, Who came down to be my Savior,
My Lord is my provider too, and all tides He sees me through.
Whether tides are rough or calm, I am securely in God’s Palm,
Nothing takes me from His Hand, as my Lord helps me stand,
Amidst the shifting sands of life, I’ll stand firm in Jesus Christ,
While on The Rock of Eternity, The Lord God provides for me.
Friend, at any time any place, The Lord will provide His Grace,
With tidings of joy and peace, within a heart, that won’t cease,
Throughout this life I’m assured, in all times by Christ my Lord,
Whether in need or prosperity, my Lord is The God of Eternity.
(Copyright ©12/2011)
Sick
I am sick,
Sick of this pain,
Wishing my life will fade away,
Away to the nothingness I have become,
Always in and out of trouble,
Knowing how this hurts my dad,
Knowing that he is in pain,
Watching him cry,
It hurts me,
Watching him suffer,
Makes mee want to say how sorry I am,
I am sorry for all the things I have done to you,
I know my sorry's aren't good enough,
Yet I am willing to make it up to you,
I am sick,
Sick of this life,
Knowing how hard this must be to see my dad in pain,
How I wich I can take it all back.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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A Good Life
A good life is a song
when melodies are sung
by laughters and smiles.
A good life is a cup of tears
when days are painted
by all sorrow and pain.
A good life is community
when one ceases to be alone
in the sea of love and compassion.
A good life is courage
when the heart of faith
announces the dawning of a new day.
A good life is knowing
the Shepherd who walks with us
even in the valley of death
and brings us to the mountain of safety.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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