As You Go Through Life
Don’t look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
It is wise and kind to be somewhat blind
And look for the virtue behind them.
For the cloudiest night has a hint of light
Somewhere in its shadows hiding;
It is better by far to hunt for a star,
Than the spots on the sun abiding.
The current of life runs ever away
To the bosom of God’s great ocean.
Don’t set your force ‘gainst the river’s course
And think to alter its motion.
Don’t waste a curse on the universe –
Remember it lived before you.
Don’t butt at the storm with your puny form,
But bend and let it go o’er you.
The world will never adjust itself
To suit your whims to the letter.
Some things must go wrong your whole life long,
And the sooner you know it the better.
It is folly to fight with the Infinite,
And go under at last in the wrestle;
The wiser man shapes into God’s plan
As water shapes into a vessel.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The wise man shapes himself to circumstances as water shapes itself to the vessel that contains it.
Ephemeral Tide Flows Swift In Time Darkness
watch soft silent silhouettes
surreal ships life passing otter
shapes carried slip satin water
river flows past earth shores
darkness consume illumini sunlit air
darkness consume crypt fading light
darkness paints shapes in birth night
darkness spotlight starlit atmosphere
shapes disappear dance glossomer darkness
photostream merge embue mist ink absorbing
passing ships hint images spectrums tugging
ephemeral tide flows swift in time darkness
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Watching For Shapes
Written by ricky & marty wilde
Influences now are things that are all around me
Changing shape as they move around in an open mind
Coloured in by the images I find
Im just watching for shapes that grow
Im just watching for shapes that grow
(watching for shapes that grow)
Like electric sparks they danced by an open mirror
Closing doors never looking round but its not goodbye
Theyll be there till Im taken out I know
Im just watching for shapes that grow
Im just watching for shapes that grow
(watching for shapes that grow)
In my mind theres a space thats full of painted pictures
Things I did that I went through, but cant recall
Now and then theres a flash of the unknown
Im just watching for shapes that grow
Im just watching for shapes that grow
(watching for shapes that grow)
(watching for shapes that grow)
(watching for shapes that grow)
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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When I Make A Decision I Try To See The Universe And The Ant
when i make a decision about your life
your liberty or your property
i always try to see the universe, the paths of the planets,
the way they orbit around the sun
near and far, bright or dull,
the whole
of this universe in motion like a fluid of fire
i look up
for a sign a symbol of what ought to be
and given the situation how the planets would behave
then
i look down the smallest of the ant
its tiny feet its capacity to bite and eat and swallow
the universe
into its mouth and belly,
the smallest
of all shall be considered, the details of its possibilities
the intricacies of its
wishes and dreams
tiny
and its relation to the universal, to the great view of the
giants,
the forest and the trees, the shadows and the shapes,
light and darkness,
and then liberty may be taken away, property may be forfeited,
and life may even be shut out
because the law has become the god
on that black and white
the booking sheet.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One Night
(words & music by d. bartholomew - p. king)
One night with you
Is what Im now praying for
The things that we two could plan
Would make my dreams come true
Just call my name
And Ill be right by your side
I want your sweet helping hand
My loves too strong to hide
Always lived, very quiet life
I aint never did no wrong
Now I know that life without you
Has been too lonely too long
One night with you
Is what Im now praying for
The things that we two could plan
Would make my dreams come true
Always lived, very quiet life
I aint never did no wrong
Now I know that life without you
Has been too lonely too long
One night with you
Is what Im now praying for
The things that we two could plan
Would make my dreams come true
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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This Is Not My Life
Written by miles zuniga
This, this is not my life
This, this is not my life
This is not my face,
This is not my place, no its just isnt right
This, this is not my life
You, do you remember me?
Remember, the way that it used to be.
Do you remember our car,
Do you remember our house,
Do you remember what it was like
Cause this, this is not my life
Chorus:
My life, my life, (now I live in the shadows)
My life, my life, (because you are my life)
My life, my life,
My life
Youre the only one, who can see, the real me
Youre the only one, cant you see, cant you see...
You took away my world
You took away my world
You took away my smile,
You took away my life,
You took away my reason to live
You, you took away my world
And this is not my life
And this is not my life
Chorus:
My life, my life, (cause now I live in the shadows)
My life, my life, (because you are my life)
My life, my life, (and now its endless night)
My life, my life, (and this is not my life)
My life, my life,
My life, my life
song performed by by Fastball
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The game
He walks in a grey light.
He does possess loads of might.
He is always kind in a fight.
His style is his delight.
He plays with a football thats dark & white.
He runs so fast that his feet take flight.
He is always away at night.
He must fight in the light.
People admire his fair heart in a fight.
He is always on his game.
He does not care about his name.
Just because he is different doesn't mean he can't live life right.
Do not forget that life is a fight between wrong and right.
Life is like a river
My life is like river,
A river of a dreamer,
Someday soon I will fly away from here,
Someday soon I will make it as a writer,
My life is like a running water,
Water of the deepest ocean,
A line between of you and I,
Someday soon you will come and find me,
My life is a river of never ending dream,
My life you someday will understand,
You'll see the side of an artist,
A side you someday may be proud of,
A running water is like a river of life that was once told,
A life without a soul is life without water,
Without Water is like without food,
My life will always be a free sprit of a river that flows into your dreams.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Belief Comes Easy
I live with my belief and I’m not weak
From it I derive a great strength
Belief is easy, it comes quick
Not needing a travel of great length!
Belief in something that runs the universe
One that determines my role
Driven by it, my life I traverse
I act with a purpose in soul!
I don’t question it, I have no doubt
I believe it controls all things
I don’t ask, ‘what’s it all about’
Such thoughts I prune their wings!
I’m in peace with a straitjacket force
I sail on the ocean without end
Belief is what I have, my only recourse
Before it I bow my head and I bend!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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The Designer
from now i would call him
the Designer, not God
because that leads to
too much struggle and fight
to pin down who he really is
the Designer drives the world
and this physique working it l
ike he works the stars,
the constellations, harnessing them
since the day he started them all
you dont have to believe
you dont have to disbelieve
you just need to sit down
to feel the space blasting
in you, the cells renewing
themselves like stars throwing
its light and another world to us
the flowers budding to give us
another world, of spring, of hope,
each cell propelled by a divine force,
unfolding a painting the shades and
shapes of the promise of a paradise
the hill gives a path to the feet
of the water so that it can beat a step
in triumph to the river, to the sea
and the lake
the water grows wings too
all the way to the sky
so that it continues
the cycle of the Designer
in his love of life, life, life
some blasting away a million trillion
miles away, some resting in venues
so close you you cannot even hear them -
the way catfish dozes off in its secret
crevice, the way your heart pump
right in the centre of your frame
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Window
An arch, rectangle, round or square
A portal to your world
The window's form takes many shapes
Reflecting life unfurled.
A sign of light a place to view
From storm a shelter too
Where rain's transparent beauty's seen
Along with morning dew.
Life is there behind that glass
First seen from mother's breast
In every waking moment then
Until we're laid to rest
poem by Dave James
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Get A BIgger Boat
The way I feel at the current moment is not in good favor,
For tis someone of close relations,
Who has not lived up to good behavior.
Sitting,
Waiting,
Wondering,
Hoping to be in the thoughts of being wrong,
I can’t hope to grasp what lies around thy bend,
Thy bend in the river of happiness that feeds into the delta of love.
But,
One can only see so far around this bend,
For once past the delta,
Ever eternally lies the ocean,
The ocean of sorrow.
poem by Daniel Walker
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A wise man adapts himself to circumstances, as water shapes itself to the vessel that contains it.
Wealth is not the tool of love.
With wealth,
You can buy a dog,
With it, can you, its tail?
Showing wealth,
Woo not a woman.
It makes her poor.
Mind,
If you adjust to a set
You cannot adjust it.
If you move to bend to one
You cannot bend the one.
See,
You find a way
Or you make a way,
Otherwise, sooner
You are out of way.
Recall,
Only for two things
Do you worry:
To get is the one.
To get rid of, the other.
24.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lights and Shadows …
The more you escape to the light,
The more you walk in the shadows,
Yet while we walk in the light, we become blind,
Blind to the sin,
Blind to the greed,
Blind to the lust,
Blind to the evil,
While we walk in the shadows our eyes adjust,
We see the lies,
We see the courage,
We see what we must do,
We see our duties,
To our countries and our self’,
We must let our eyes adjust to the shadows,
Then we can see behind the vales of the lie,
Then we may see our courage in front of us,
Then we can free our voices,
We can fight for our beliefs,
We can follow our beliefs,
Once we can accomplish this,
We are truly free of social bounds,
We are able to fight for our beliefs and freedoms,
This is courage,
Asking the unknown,
Pushing the bearers
And fighting for what you believe in.
copyrights 2008: Dustin J. Ross
poem by Dustin Ross
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Unexpectgedly
sometimes on days when we are crumpled like
waste papers or
drafts unfinished and thrown or set aside for a while
when life seems to be nothing but a desert guarded by the angry eyes
of the sun at
noonday when others seem to be islands set apart by storms and oceans
when we feel that we are dried river beds
with stinking fish attacked by gnats and worms
when everywhere is dark and
lonely and when we start to compose words for all these
phenomena describing in detail
why things are or what are they
in shapes and colors and scents
drawing from there and then
images of shadows and sighs
surprisingly when we all keep these inside our hearts
and wonder
a moment comes like a shining star
giving that little spark of our own genius
that we are never defeated
that we know how to rise above and beyond our
self-imposed limitations
like a seed that we throw because we cannot eat it
and sooner we
see something tiny is growing in our backyard
that past
into a tree bearing fruits
luscious and
giving us the extended days
in our lives.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Infinetry
If the universe is of infinite size
On just one planet would life arise?
Or are there many where life can swarm,
Advanced like us and of similar form?
In lands bizarre and on planets strange,
Do alien writers their words arrange?
So do we live in a universe
Where infinite poets write infinite verse?
poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
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Shadows
The rising of the moon wakes up the shadows
and commands them to emerge from the dark.
The daylight shadows are disappearing fast
with the sparrows the dove and the lark.
As always the light makes way for darkness
as it’s chased from night’s time and space.
The dark shapes seek out those of the light,
at this hour there’s no hiding place.
The shadows of the darkness will not submit,
away from the light they’re there.
Instinctively they wait until it’s eerie
then venture where nothing else dare.
After a night of changing shape and haunting
the shadows themselves feel fear.
The daylight is coming up on the horizon
and the night shadows flee and disappear.
poem by Orlando Belo
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To Value Things To Chase
To value things to chase,
Seems such a waste of life.
And this becomes realized,
Once those things chased...
Become less important,
To run after 'if' one can still...
Remember the doing of this!
OR can move,
From a self inflicted confinement.
And the waste of time to live life,
As one would like to do basically...
Eventually becomes regretted.
With wishes they had lived life...
Not in attempts to convice someone,
OR anyone they could impress...
With the getting of attention.
'If I had the time and energy to do those things,
I really wanted to do...
I would do them.'
I've heard that so many times before,
Form those who had the time and energy.
But wasted both complaining,
About what they didn't have and 'who' undeserving did.
'You don't understand.'
You are right!
And I'm not giving you the time,
To hear you reminisce about the swiftness of life.
With wishes of wanting to waste 'my' time as you'd like.
And call that whatever you choose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Mistic Ocean
It's a beautiful the mistic ocean.
I‘m intoxicating because a unknown mystery.
The Ocean feel as my inside world and
the surf break as drops of water.
The soul was very lonely so came to see a the Ocean's kept a dreamed and
It wanted to be similiar to the Ocean.
The wide the Ocean is the native place of everything life very long time ago.
At the Ocean my mind is easy fall in love if exist person that well suit to me.
I felt the cold weather of life so I came to the Ocean.
Here I seek for that The dream of my soul.
Sometimes the Ocean was melancholy and furious.
It shows to we irdirectly that the various foms of the life
I want eagerly that
always as friend I'll do with Ocean and
permenently I'll live to keep the dream of Ocean.