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I felt
My heart was pounding
More than normal
My worry
Reflected on my face
Which certainly looked?
Tense and Abnormal
My beloved
Noticed the unusual
Change on my face
And politely asked
The reason
For the same
I do not know my self
I replied
I know the reason
Of your agony
She said
You haven’t
Laughed and smiled
Since long
Stop worrying and laugh
As much as you can
Worries are
Part of everybody’s life
They should be faced
In right stride
Have a positive attitude
And
Add laughter to your
Busy routine
Make your life shine
Without any medicine
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Worries
Everyday we worry
whenever something goes wrong.
Some worry more than others
and their problems seem to grow.
We worry about our kids,
what troubles they get into.
We worry about money,
and how we will pay the bills.
We worry about food
will we have enough
to keep our bellies fed
and give us our daily bread.
We worry about everything
that goes on around us,
our family, our friends, our neighbours
and even strangers
whose lives we do not know.
Sometimes our worries
can even make us ill.
We can never stop worrying.
It is just part of our frame of mind.
However, we should stop worrying
about what is going to happen,
as we cannot change it
or alter its course.
2 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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Without A Laugh Day
Some people about money they worry themselves gray
But life is scarce worth living without a laugh a day
For if you live without laughter how boring your life must be
You are worse off than a pauper though you may be well off financially.
Who could not love the sound of laughter to it there is such a happy ring
And the simple gift of laughter it is such a marvellous thing
And those without the gift of laughter deserve some sympathy
For sad faced and humourless people do not make good company.
The person who cannot laugh at a party out of place
And people always warm to the one with a happy and a smiling face
And with those who say that laughter is the best of medicine
How could one disagree
It has a warm glow to it that's how 'twould seem to me.
Some though financialy well off seem sad faced all of the time
And one never see them smiling as if to smile is a crime
For to get to know such people few will go out of their way
And life has to be quite boring without a laugh a day.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Rain Or Shine
Every time you go
This much I know
That it don't mean nothing
Cause I've closed the back door
And every night apart you were in my heart
So don't you worry
Cause I'm ready for this love to restart
There is a reason
We came together
Rain or Shine I'll love you all my life
We'll weather the seasons
We'll laugh and cry
Rain or shine I'm yours, you're mine
I'll love you all my life
When I feel afraid
In my own parade
That marches through me
And I don't recognize
A single face
You drew a line in the sand
Then you took my hand
And we crossed over
Now I finally understand that
There is a reason
We came together
Rain or Shine I'll love you all my life
We'll weather the seasons
We'll laugh and cry
Rain or shine I'm yours, you're mine
I'll love you all my life
Yeah...
Now I finally understand that...
There is a reason
We came together
Rain or Shine I'll love you all my life
We'll weather the seasons
We'll laugh and cry
Rain or shine I'm yours, you're mine I'll love... yeah
There is a reason
We came together
Rain or Shine I'll love you all my life
We'll weather the seasons
We'll laugh and cry
Rain or shine I'm yours, you're mine
I'll love you all my life
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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Face Of An Angel
i can not live without seeing your face
your smile, your tender embrace.
i can not live, without seeing and hearing your laughter
for that is all that i am after.
you are my life, my soul.
your love i want to hold.
the tears rolling down your face
when you see suffering all around
and no answer to be found.
i've seen your heart break
when a childs future is at stake.
i've seen the warmth and tenderness that you bring
winter, fall, summer, spring.
for it matters not the year or time
for your feelings to unwind.
i've seen your touch stop a baby from crying
as they looked all around
and looked into your eyes and felt safe and sound.
there is an aura of light that surrounds your being
and a warmth that radiates from within.
like the sun upon the earth
giving life, giving birth.
it has made me stop and wonder
for when i met you, there was lightning and thunder
and you appeared, as if out of thin air.
i was transfixed to your face
not a line, not a trace of worry or care.
none of that was there.
you said that there was something
that you had to do, and if i would help you.
now i finally see, that you came to help me.
you opened my eyes to all that surrounds me
for that's the way it had to be.
the 'face of an angel' had came that day
just to help me find the way.
the 'face of the angel' that i saw
will live in my heart forever more.
SEARCH YOUR HEART AND 'YOU WILL FIND'
THE FACE OF AN ANGEL, JUST LIKE MINE.
poem by Louis Rams
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Let The Inner Light Shine!
Sometimes in dream
I see only light,
The light that shines,
But Sometimes
play different colour!
Wonderful are these,
life and dreams,
without rhyme or reason,
They swiftly turn,
Change course and colour!
Sometimes only wearer know where the shoe pinches,
And others may laugh on his walk,
may it be relative or friend,
Friend is that one with heart, keep aside his own pain,
May all others smile or laugh,
No one to weep with,
friend full of loving heart,
ready to wipe tears of
crying heart!
May it be life, or it may be a dream!
Dreamer only know
how take dreams him far,
How great or how dreadful dreams are,
One has to face it all alone!
Is one's own mind give,
shape and form to his dreams,
Lest they are play of shadow and light,
Shade and colours mind feels!
What is that making
In my dream or life,
I only enjoy,
Or even I only suffer By unknown fear,
Everyone is busy in his own itch,
Who on this universe, has free hands to help,
Some leisure left is used to poke one's nose into others affairs,
Not to help, only to irritate and laugh?
Let inner light shine bright,
Stop inner turmoil and fight,
Let all useless thoughts die,
let only love shine,
glory of wisdom and knowledge divine,
Beyond horizon of limitations of human mind,
Every heart be true and kind!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Little heart
Keep hearts clean and open
No short cuts to reopen
Spray the fragrance with smile
Continue with vigor for meanwhile
It must receive no tears
Sans pain and no more fears
No more shocks to bear
Beats always normal to be heard by ears
Only part of the body and so sensitive
Love to see and think always positive
No one should be show ever disrespect
Nobility and divinity reflected in all the acts
Never say unpleasant words
Hurt someone and retreat as cowards
Heart may not show its displeasure
But feel strangulated for sure
Let good shine be adored on face
Make to feel and proud of human race
Even of something goes wrong in case
Leave it then and there without making chase
Feel pulses of richness that heart has
It has its own arena and base
It may widen influence on all
Respond to love and politely call
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sonnet: Laughter
If we can laugh, our heart-aches disappear!
Our minds become freed off tensions and stress;
If we make others laugh, they lose their fear,
And become dear, starting to us caress.
Laughter is good for both the young and old;
Laughter can turn a foe into a friend;
Laughter can help forget our woes, be bold;
Laughter can bring to grief, an early end.
Laughter is life’s most precious medicine;
Laughter is soothing balm for all our ills;
Laughter is euphoric much more than wine,
Causing no harm to one/ increasing bills.
Then laugh and be merry, whenever you can,
For, that’s the way to live life better, man.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet- Laughter
If we can laugh, our heart-aches disappear!
Our minds become freed off tensions and stress;
If we make others laugh, they lose their fear,
And become dear, starting to us caress.
Laughter is good for both the young and old;
Laughter can turn a foe into a friend;
Laughter can help forget our woes, be bold;
Laughter can bring to grief, an early end.
Laughter is life’s most precious medicine;
Laughter is soothing balm for all our ills;
Laughter is euphoric much more than wine,
Causing no harm to one or increase bills.
Then laugh and be merry whenever you can,
For, that’s the way to live life better, man.
poem by John Celes
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In My Thoughts
You were in my thoughts as I lay sleeping
and I imagined you were in the room.
I knew very well that I was dreaming,
because you worked in the afternoon.
Nevertheless, I felt you touch the bed
with your leg as you passed by.
At the same time you hid your face,
but I could swear I heard you cry.
In my sleep I asked why you were crying,
and you turned with no trace of a tear.
You smiled and told me to go back to sleep
and have sweet dreams of having you near.
I continued to have erotic dreams about you
and how we made love night and day.
A cool breeze blew the curtain over your face
and it seemed to take you away.
The land line telephone rang and woke me,
and I immediately thought it was you.
I was so pleased to hear your voice,
but crying was all you could do.
The phone went to a maddening dial tone,
for some reason we were cut off.
I thought you may have run out of change,
or maybe you were just having a laugh.
I waited by the phone for you to ring again,
but for some reason you never did.
The police contacted me moments later saying
you had been killed by a hit and run kid.
poem by Orlando Belo
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I Will Come Back For You
I'm sure I recognised her face
and I felt as if she knew mine too
I wanted to ask her where we'd met
but it didn't seem the right thing to do.
She then asked me how have I been?
as it had been such a very long while
now for some reason that made me feel uneasy
so I coughed nervously and tried to smile.
She went on to tell me so many things
that nearly knocked me off my feet
she even knew where I was living
and told me the name of the street.
She continued to talk all about my life
but I still never asked her how or why
and when I asked her where she had come from?
she smiled gently and pointed up to the sky.
'Are you my Guardian Angel then,
come down here to take me away
you seem to know all about me
even when I was a little boy at play? '
She never answered to this question
but before she left she kissed me on my head
then she just floated away from my view
the next thing I knew I awoke in my bed.
But I know that I wasn't just dreaming
as it felt so real and alive and true
and I know that she'll return again one day
because she whispered I'll come back for you.
poem by Kevin Halls
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Nothing to Complain
She has nothing to complain
Neither against any particular man
Nor any one near in relation or woman
Even if she wants but what she can!
She has wept lonely in corner
She was not prepared to call her self former
He had deserted her merely on suspicion
She pleaded long but he had taken the decision
No one can compel any one to pull on
When trust has been lost and gone
You can’t restore the mirror in original position
To see the broken images with different composition
Love has same dimension and magnitude
One can never be happy with solitary attitude
How can one break away for silly reasons?
When you are bond to err as normal person
It is not easy to spend rest of the life as female
The worries may make your face dull and pale
You loose the strength to face it courageously
All are ready to pounce upon you dangerously
I have lost no hopes with only one angle
I have child to look after from the result of triangle
It has proved strong bond for future
He may look back and return home for sure
It generally happens in long relation
It gives no advance indication
One can’t expect sudden rupture
As it is in no way a part of culture
Love with trust and last
As life may be moving very fast
Who knows about the uncertainties?
When we are faced with tough task and liabilities
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love Is The Way
Deep in the heart of the infinite darkness
A tiny blue marble is spinning through space
Born in the splendor of gods holy vision
And sliding away like a tear down his face
Closer you see the whole wide holy wonder
Of oceans and mountains and rivers and trees
And the strangest creation of many, the human
A creature of laughter and freedom and dreams
Now the warriors are waving their old rusty sabres
The preachers are preaching the gospel of hate
By their behaviour determined to teach us
A lesson were soon to be learning to late.
Look closer my brother, were killing each other
And wed better stop and get started today
Because life is the question and life is the answer
And God is the reason and love is the way.
Because life is the question and life is the answer
And God is the reason and love is the way.
Because life is the question and life is the answer
And God is the reason and love is the way.
Yes, life is the question and life is the answer
And God is the reason and love is the way.
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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I Met A Man.
Along the road called Life I met a man today,
He asked if I were going his way.
I took a minute and looked him up and down,
Just to ask myself if he were someone I wanted to be around.
His heart was black with sin,
There seemed very little if any goodness within.
The years had etched upon his face,
And you my friend are failure and disgrace.
Now I noticed him looking back into me,
I was not going to be allowed to think my thoughts for free.
He looked at me and read my thought,
He spoke and this is what he taught.
You my son are me and I am you,
Your skin brown or your eyes deepest blue.
Each has choices to make,
And doors with paths to take.
The more I looked upon this ragged old man,
The more I understood this was part of God's plan.
Fair to say a God given plea,
That I see this old man was me.
[RKH] 2/07/2003
I like to take these unusual characters and then make them as normal as possible, because we all know that the tragedy and the abnormal always hides itself behind the normal.
quote by Isabelle Huppert
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Reason To Believe
If I listen long enough to you
I'd find the way to believe
That it's all true
Knowing that you lied straight faced
While I cried
Still I looked to find
The reason to believe
Someone like you makes it hard
To live without somebody else
Someone like you makes it easy to give
And never thinking of myself
If I gave you time to change my mind
I'd find the way
To leave the past behind
Knowing that you lied straight faced
While I cried
Still I looked to find
The reason to believe
If I listen long enough to you
I'd find the way to believe
That it's all true
Knowing that you lied straight faced
While I cried
Still I looked to find
The reason to believe
song performed by by Cher
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Let Me Laugh Again
Oh, lord
Hear my prayer
Do not
Snatch the flower
Of laughter
From the plant of
My life
Take my sorrows
Give back my laughter
Pour rain
On the dry earth
Make it wet again
Wash negative thoughts
With the water of positivity
Let the plant of life
Bloom again
I do not ask
For money and pleasure
I pray to you
Give back my courage
Restore my confidence
Leave me with a
Positive attitude
I am tired of
Seeing darkness
All around
Let my life shine
Again
With the light
Of love and affection
Oh, lord
Shower your blessings
On me
Let me laugh again
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Fay and You and The Fading Bruise
Fay met you
at the bus stop
on the New Kent Road
she was dressed
in the lemon coloured dress
you liked
and her hair
was pulled tight
into a ponytail
where are you going?
she asked
to the Globe
you said
what Shakespeare's Globe?
she asked
no the fleapit cinema
at Camberwell Green
you replied
oh
she said
I've never been there
my daddy doesn't like
me going to cinemas
he says they're
dens of sin
she looked at you
as if you would confirm
her father's words
well it's certainly a den
you stated
but whether its
of sin I don't know
she looked puzzled
and touched
her ponytail
with her hand
are you coming along?
you asked
she looked about
as if her father
might be behind her
should I?
she asked
do you want to?
yes
she replied
then let's go
but I haven't any money
she said
I have enough
you said
my Mother gave me money
for chores I did
oh I see
she muttered
and she bit her lip
what would my daddy say
if he saw me?
he won't
how can you be so sure?
trust me
you said
fathers know little
of what their kids do
she smiled
if you think so
she said
sure I do
besides it'll
do you good
you said
giving her a smile
and then the bus came
and you both got on
and sat next
to each other
and you paid
the bus conductor
the fare
and as the bus
moved off
you both swayed
to the motion
of the bus
her arm touching yours
the fading bruise
on her flesh
a mixture of yellow
and brown
and blue
but you said nothing
besides you thought
if her old man
beats her
what the hell
can I do?
poem by Terry Collett
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Behind The Window
Behind the window there’s a room
An untidy bedroom
A closed bathroom
A classy lobby
A busy kitchen
A tense meeting room
Behind the window there’s a life
A messy life
An ordinary life
A perfect life
A hard life
A fraud life
Behind the window there’s a face
A curious face
A lonely face
A smiling face
A tired face
A bored face
Behind the window there’s a story
A funny accident
A sad moment
A happy picture
A meaningless fight
A dull living
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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And You Don’t Remember Me
I sat on the park bench
pen and notebook in hand.
I watched all the people
as they passed on by.
I wondered how in life
each one of them had fared
with their happiness
and their sorrows.
I looked for inspiration
for something to write.
She looked at me and smiled,
I smiled back
thinking that was that.
“You don’t remember me? ”
She said and sat down.
I looked at her again
as memories swirled
around in my mind.
She was right
I didn’t remember her
Her hair was mousey colour
with flecks of grey
starting to appear here and there.
There were thick lines
across her forehead,
crow feet lines
near the corners of her eyes.
The corners of her mouth
drooped just slightly.
Her blues eyes were striking
and I knew I had seen them before,
but they were with a younger face
a long time ago.
A face that lit up
whenever she spoke.
“You still don’t remember me? ”
She asked once again.
I shook my head,
but unfortunately, I did.
I could remember
all the beauty
she had had in her youth,
before time had ravaged her
and taken away her beauty
and her youth.
She looked so sad.
I wanted to reach out
like I always wanted to,
but something deep inside,
a little voice you could call it,
kept telling me no.
My urge to hold her
was trying to win out,
but I couldn’t do it.
She was no longer
a part of my life.
All she was now
was a memory I clung to,
a memory of my youth
so long, long ago.
With notebook and pen,
I smiled and bit her farewell.
I whispered her name
as I said a last goodbye.
I didn’t look back
or I would have looked back with regret.
She was a past,
something none of us can ever relive.
poem by David Harris
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Sonnet: Don’t Worry
Don’t you worry for worry could steal life;
Don’t you worry for worrying isn’t of use;
Don’t you worry for each man will have strife;
Don’t you worry for worrying’s gone a fuse.
Life’s problems come like waves upon the sea;
Some are so small while some are mighty waves;
And when they rise, you simply let them be,
Till time returns when calm the sea behaves.
No earthling can face Nature in fury;
All wise persons will stay away from her;
Can you argue with persons when angry?
Wait patiently for a better weather.
More bubbles wink when boiling is water;
On cooling down, ’tis no more a matter.
8-19-2002
poem by John Celes
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