Hold Fast
Hold fast to the truth always,
Because he or she who overcomes will be like a pillar!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hold Fast To The Right
Come and sit by the side of your mother my boy
You have only a moment I know
And stay while I give you this parting advice
It is all that I have to bestow
Hold fast to the right hold fast to the right
Wherever your footsteps may roam
Oh for sake not the the way of salvation my boy
That you've learned from your mother at home
In your satchel you'll find there's a Bible my boy
It's the book of all others the best
It will teach you to live and prepare you to die
And will take to the gates of the blest
Hold fast to the right hold fast to the right...
[ ac.guitar ]
Hold fast to the right hold fast to the right...
Oh hold fast to the right
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Therefore, be ye lamps unto yourselves, be a refuge to yourselves. Hold fast to Truth as a lamp; hold fast to the truth as a refuge. Look not for a refuge in anyone beside yourselves. And those, who shall be a lamp unto themselves, shall betake themselves to no external refuge, but holding fast to the Truth as their lamp, and holding fast to the Truth as their refuge, they shall reach the topmost height.
I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who overcomes his enemies.
Aristotle in In Stobaeus, Florilegium
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He who overcomes his passions overcomes his greatest enemies.
I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who overcomes his enemies.
The Pillars Of Our Society
see the pillars of our society.
the church, the provincial and municipal halls,
the university, the house of the family,
try to hold these pillars and feel their
strength and width, you think that they are
too strong to protect you
try piercing each pillar with the questions
deep from your heart
ask if they are that strong to make you
strong too
and protect you till the last breath
of your suffering and pain
ask more questions and find out the answers
from all these pillars
lean on them, and touch them and
shoot them with the bullets of your
quizzical looks
listen carefully to the correct answers
and stare at all of them
slowly, these pillars will crumble
and turn to powder for in truth there is no
other pillar stronger than what
they have constructed for you through all these years
except the pillar that your body built
on your legs from the bottom of your feet
it is you ultimately that you can only lean on
you to protect you
till the last breath of you is finally taken away.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Gospel Truth
truth is not a closed
door or a fixed pillar
it is a seed growing
inside our heart and
looks for the light of
the sun until it wilts
because of too much
glare, ...truth is the sun
that keeps on shining
to the earth and sea..
truth is the earth that
keeps its orbit...truth
is the sea, it is wide
and deep, it is always
beyond and mysterious...
truth is word, slipping
from my grasp....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Becoming Undone
Becoming undone.
And bending.
Is never any fun...
Whenever it starts and comes.
No.
Becoming undone.
And bending.
Is never any fun...
Whenever it starts.
And with a doing that overcomes.
Feeling to be,
One pulled apart.
And no relief,
Is there.
With no air to breathe freely.
And none seems to be,
There to spare.
Anywhere.
And it is,
Becoming undone.
And bending.
Is never any fun...
Whenever it starts and comes.
No.
Becoming undone.
And bending.
Is never any fun...
Whenever it starts.
And with a doing that overcomes.
And it is,
Becoming undone.
And it is,
Becoming undone...
To begin and start,
With a doing that overcomes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Pillar Box
The pillar box is fat and red,
The pillar box is high;
It has the flattest sort of head
And not a nose or eye,
But just one open nigger mouth
That grins when I go by.
The pillar box is very round
But hungry all the day;
Although it doesn't make a sound,
Folks know it wants to say,
"Give me some letter sandwiches
To pass the time away."
"A postage stamp I like to eat
Or gummy letterette."
I see the people on the street,
If it is fine or wet,
Give something to the greedy thing;
They never quite forget.
The pillar box is quite a friend;
When Father goes away
My Mother has such lots to send,
Far letters every day,
And so I drop them in its mouth
When I go out to play.
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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poem by David Keig
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
Rescue Me
Fragile, battered and bruised
I need you here, whoever you are
To hold me close and comfort my soul
Just to hold me, nothing else
Trapped in this hole of elders rule
Comfort me and make me believe
That everything will be alright
I need your strength be my pillar
Just comfort me, hold me close
And nothing else
Be there for me, it's the not much I ask
Whoever you are
Please come for me
Take me back home to African soil
poem by Persian Khushi
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Twenty Years
There are twenty years to go
Twenty ways to know
Who'll wear
Who'll wear the hat
There are twenty years to go
The best of all I hope
Enjoy the ride
The medicine show
Thems the breaks
For we designer fakes
We need to concentrate on more than meets the eye
There are twenty years to go
The faithful and the low
The best of starts, the broken heart, the stone
There are twenty years to go
The punch-drunk and the blow
The worst of starts, the mercy part, the foam
Thems the breaks
Before we designer fakes
We need to concentrate on more than meets the eye
Thems the breaks
Before we designer fakes
But it's you I take cos you're the truth, not I
There are twenty years to go
A golden age I know
But all will pass and end too fast you know
There are twenty years to go
And many friends I hope
Though some may hold the rose
Some hold the rope
That's the end - and that's the start of it
That's the whole - and that's the part of it
That's the high - and that's the heart of it
That's the long - and that's the short of it
That's the best - and that's the test in it
That's the doubt - the doubt, the trust in it
That's the sight - and that's the sound of it
That's the gift - and that's the trick in it
You're the truth, not I
You're the truth, not I
You're the truth, not I
You're the truth, not I
You're the truth, not I
You're the truth, not I
You're the truth, not I
You're the truth, not I
song performed by by Placebo
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Truth
Truth is a solid crust,
Sledgehammer cannot crush.
Truth is iron cast,
It is as hard as diamond.
Truth erodes deliberate falsehood,
Corrodes devious propaganda,
Dissolves trump-up charges,
Resolves unfounded allegations,
Absolves the humiliated.
Truth dismisses fabrications,
Making their effects fleeting,
Earning victory for the vindicated victim,
Exposing the evil in the slanderer.
Truth is invincible, untruth very visible
Truth is transparent, untruth ungodly.
Truth is a perpetual burning torch.
I will hold on to it.
All must hold on to it.
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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No Taking Down
Precisely the truth
truth is as truth
does truth is meant
for the strong
while lies were ment
for the weak those with
bleak smiles and sad faces
those who can not deal
with the trial that
life faces those who
cry out for there mama
to save them from that
mean man preaching to
them the hideous truth
the man that is not afraid
who will not buckle under
pressure of dislike
but will stand fast on
the word of God and his
truth
poem by Prince KnightenRodgers
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The Truth Within
The Violin in his hand, His mind is at a far
The tears held within: the winds resemble his sorrows
The strength in his voice, the pain in his soul
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul
The smiley face fades like the watery paint
The thought hit him like a dream in broad daylight
Patient was his virtue, but sorrow was to overcome
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul
His silence got the best of him
Now his pain cant be faded by her words
He would rather hold her than leave her,
His words wont change her mind
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul
She was a treasure worth keeping
but the wrong treasure for him 'she once said
Healing the truth, Healing the wounds
Regret is unbearable, Time is at its essence
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul
Sometimes the truth makes us walk away without a word
Sometimes it avoids us hurting the treasures in our lives
The best he hopes times forgives him
But it never does it reminds him the constant mistakes of his silence.
poem by Sylviah Salima
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O Lovely Lie
I told a truth, a tragic truth
That tore the sullen sky;
A million shuddered at my sooth
And anarchist was I.
Red righteousness was in my word
To winnow evil chaff;
Yet while I swung crusading sword
I heard the devil laugh.
I framed a lie, a rainbow lie
To glorify a thought;
And none was so surprised as I
When fast as fire it caught.
Like honey people lapped my lie
And peddled it abroad,
Till in a lift of sunny sky
I saw the smile of God.
If falsehood may be best, I thought,
To hell with verity;
Dark truth may be a cancer spot
'Twere better not to see.
Aye, let a lie be big and bold
Yet ripe with hope and ruth,
Beshrew me! but its heart may hold
More virtue than the truth.
poem by Robert William Service
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Could It Be Magic
Spoken:
Oh baby its been so long
Ive waited so long
And now that I have you
I want you to come
Come come come into my arms
Oh baby I need you I need you
Come come come into my arms again
Spirits move me
Every time Im near you
Whirling like a cyclone in my mind
Oh sweet peter, angel of my lifetime
Answer to all answers I can find
Baby, I love you, come, come,
Come into my arms
Let me know the wonder of all of you
Baby, I want you now, now,
Now, and hold on fast
Could this be the magic at last?
Spoken:
Oh hold on to me
Dont let go
Come into my life
Dont let go
Oh...
Baby, take me high upon a hillside
High up where the stallion meets the sun
I could love you, build my world around you
Never leave you till my life is done
Baby, I love you, come, come,
Come into my arms
Let me know the wonder of all of you
And baby, I want you now, now,
Oh now, oh now, and hold on fast
Could this be the magic at last?
Baby, I want you, come, come
Could this be the magic at last?
Could it be magic?
Come, cmon, cmon
Come oh oh come into my arms
Oh, let me know the wonder
Of all of you, all of you
Baby, I want you now, now,
Oh now, oh now and hold on fast
Oh could this be the magic at last?
Come, cmon, cmon,
Come oh oh come into my arms
Oh, let me know the wonder of all of you
Baby, I want you now, now, oh now,
Oh now and hold on fast
Oh, could this be the magic at last?
Could it be the magic?
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Love
Love, the most painful of emotions
Everyone feels love but to lose love is torment
To find out that someone you love does care about you cuts right into the soul
Love is dangerous
It can lead us to do many things
Love can also be a blessing it can help us find our hope
Love is important
It is something we as humans need
To not love is to not be human
Love is an special bond
It overcomes many a boundary
It overcomes age, race, religion
There is nothing that love cannot
But I feel that is not being respected
People are throwing it away
Love can hurt more than words can describe so be careful with it.
Love is powerful.
poem by Rachel Branscombe
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Philadelphia
Thus saith the holy One, and true,
To his beloved faithful few;
Of heav'n and hell I hold the keys,
To shut, or open, as I please.
I know thy works, and I approve,
Though small thy strength, sincere thy love;
Go on, my word and name to own,
For none shall rob thee of thy crown.
Before thee see my mercy's door
Stands open wide to shut no more;
Fear not temptation's fiery day,
For I will be thy strength and stay.
Thou hast my promise, hold it fast,
The trying hour will soon be past;
Rejoice, for lo! I quickly come,
To take thee to my heav'nly home.
A pillar there, no more to move,
Inscribed with all my names of love;
A monument of mighty grace,
Thou shalt for ever have a place.
Such is the conqueror's reward,
Prepared and promised by the Lord!
Let him that has the ear of faith,
Attend to what the Spirit saith.
poem by John Newton
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