Quatrain #120 - Life's delicate and very precious like a....
Life's delicate and very precious like a rare flower yet we abuse it often enough,
those mishandlings through ignorance make it wither and fade quickly and rough.
When we come across wisdom and truly practice it daily within our means,
obstacles encountered are overcome and wishes granted as in our dreams.
poem by George Krokos
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Whether, I'm a lover
Wither, I'm a flower
Whether, I'm a lover
Wither, I'm a flower
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And country is your brother
Learn to lose your battles
Cryin' on a shoulder
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Wither, I'm a flower
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Wither, I'm a flower
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Practice means to perform, over and over again in the face of all obstacles, some act of vision, of faith, of desire. Practice is a means of inviting the perfection desired.
quote by Martha Graham
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A Delicate Flower
once you tear a flower up,
they can never come back.
leave the precious flower alone,
let it bloom into a beautiful art.
there are so many different flower,
red one, blue one, pink ones.
there are even multicolors,
look around your garden.
notice that you're not alone,
the whole world is around you.
dont pretend to be something you're not,
because you only have one chance.
a delicate flower needs love,
in order to live with the world.
most of all, you need someone,
so help a delicate flower.
you'll never regret it,
they need to be cared for.
just like you,
you're not alone.
poem by Heather Cropper
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Dreams
You're always there with in my dreams.
Oh what joy could be the wonderful things.
My hopes and wishes al fulfilled,
my endless prayers answered God has granted his precious will.
But in my dreams it's never so.
Dark turns they take pushng hope below.
I lose you just like in real life.
Disappearing causeing anguish and strie.
In my dreams you're always just right there.
Beyond my grasp It makes me so damn scared.
I always know that when I turn my back,
I'll turn around and the future fades to black.
In my dreams I feel you so.
Sometimes good but mostly no.
I don't know what these illusions mean.
A psychic message or a subconcious gleam?
You're always there I don't know why.
When all in life has been deprived.
I miss you much to the core it hurts.
Perhaps it's just I'm going nuts.
Am I in your dreams you precious thing?
Holding his heart out for you to live and breathe?
I try to send this message through,
I doubt though that it gets to you.
Hopefully one day my dreams willbe true.
Only the best for me and you.
A fairytale ending within reality bounds.
Our loving feet planted squarely on the ground.
poem by Michael McParland
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A Beautiful Flower
I have a flower, Yes I have picked a beautiful flower,
One with greatest strength like a tree with mightiness and power,
Power of faith beyond any measure,
Yet precious and few like a beautiful treasure.
How precious its love it shares,
How very precious sweet and rare.
Easily lost as colors are tossed on the tides,
For those who tend to set it aside.
Beauty beyond their eye’s is what I have gained as a prize,
And keeping it, is what makes my heart so wise.
It may seem like neglect on their part,
But neglect has not been the wish of their heart.
Why so often many are in a rush,
The beauty of this flower is often a hush.
I praise my flower for its humbleness,
Staying that way always brings forth its beautifulness.
Yes my flower that I have I would gladly share,
To those who appreciate my gift that is rare.
This flower is a gift and I will tell you why,
Because its known for its beauty that will never die.
For if my flower and me ever depart,
The beauty of it will always be found in my heart.
Yes I have a flower, a beautiful flower to name,
It would have to be beautiful,
it would have to meet its beauty inside and out the same.
For that isn’t hard to do, Why you don’t even need a clue,
For I could have never have picked a better you,
My Dear Friend (put name here)….. Its true.
A name, that’s beautiful as you.
poem by Esther Ayala
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Tale Of Another Selfish Giant
you ruffian, Oscar,
what are you doing
on the wall
of my garden?
do you not see
the warning signs all over?
Sir, I’ve done what
I need to
and I’m climbing over
to jump back to open space
on my side of the earth
you scoundrel, Oscar,
you surly boy -
did you pluck the flower
the red red rose
so precious and rare?
Sir, I did indeed pluck
the flower
the red red rose
so precious and rare;
and I slipped
through your daughter’s
window
and stole a kiss
as she lay sleeping
and put the rose in the vase
on the side table by her bed;
and I feel now she awakes
and glowing with joy at seeing
the red red rose
so precious and rare,
she blows me a kiss
in this morning’s cool air
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Delicate Flower
Love is a delicate flower
that needs to be treaded
with warmth and care;
nurturing with a loving heart
knowing t will always be there.
Never let love wither
in case it may die,
but keep it warm
because its beauty
is beyond compare.
Love is a delicate flower
that needs nurturing everyday.
16 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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Rare, Precious & Gone
Cry baby boy, not tears of joy
The one you held is no longer your toy
Shes got her new boots and her make up on
You can call her your friend
But not your lover again
Shes made it clear as air that this affair is at an end
So what are you doing holding on?
Dont you see shes
Rare, precious and shes gone
Shes rare, precious and shes gone
She was soft in your hands, now shes shattered your plans
Im sympathetic but youve got to understand
You tried to squeeze her somewhere
She just dont belong
She was being sincere when she breathed in your ear
As long as there were stars in the night sky shed be near
Even angels get it wrong!
Wont you see shes
Rare, precious and shes gone
Shes rare, precious and shes gone
Its a subtle trap
Seeding guilt in her mind
But she aint taking your crap
This time
Boy youre out on a line...
Shes a queen among women, a child among queens
The finest thing that your lovesick eyes have ever seen
Shes a rose without a thorn
Shes a peach, shes a prize
A gift in disguise
Shes graceful and colourful and when she grows
Shell be wise
But most of all my friend, shes gone
Gone, gone gone!
Shes rare, precious and shes gone
Rare, precious and shes gone
Yes, shes rare, precious and shes gone
Shes rare, precious and shes gone
Gone, gone gone...
song performed by by Waterboys
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She Is Like a Flower
She is like a flower
and you must treat her as such.
She is delicate and fragile,
so have a tender touch.
She is like a flower,
beautiful to behold.
Her smile lights my life,
more brilliantly than gold.
She is like a flower,
so young and sweet and smart
She is a rare wildflower,
with a place always in my heart
poem by Jennifer ParksNolan as LeJenD'Poet
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Grow
Grow.
Difficult it is.
And in the doing,
It is magical too.
If you,
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
Slow and determine,
To acquire knowledge.
And not upon it sit.
Become more inquisitive...
About life as it exists.
Don't permit,
Given criticisms to stop your quest.
The more that is learned,
The more of them...
May just manifest.
Grow.
It will become easy to be embittered,
By all that appears stagnant.
But a patience that develops,
Will within you begin to navigate...
Over obstacles and things that irritate.
You can and will,
Grow.
Show it with defined purpose.
Grow.
Don't fear ignorance.
Grow.
Overcome it like hopping a fence.
You can and will,
Grow.
Don't sit and bemoan your fate.
Grow.
Ignorance is not bliss.
Grow,
Ignorance can twist,
An unconscious mind into bits!
You can and will,
Grow.
Like a flower that blooms.
And reaches towards the sky.
Grow.
Do not deny it as life passes you by!
Grow.
Learn to fly and soar!
You can and will,
Grow.
Make opportunities for yourself,
And unlock...
All of those locked up doors,
You allowed to close before.
You can and will,
Grow.
Difficult it is.
Grow.
And in the doing.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
It is magical too.
Grow.
If you decide to...
Grow.
Grow.
Grow.
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
You can and will,
Grow!
And let that be your mission.
Grow.
Knowing it is your ammunition.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
Grow.
Grow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost In My Dreams
Oh, what a summer!
My precious love where are you?
I wanted you and i needed you to come back to me;
But life is not fair when you are gone forever!
I am still lost in my dreams,
Thinking of you daily without a clue;
My precious love where are you?
The weather is too cold and i need you,
Like the dream of the changing seasons;
Oh, what a winter!
My precious love where are you?
It is time to move on to crown my day without you.
How much i needed you in my arms,
How much i wanted you in my arms,
For you are very excellent in love my sweet one;
Like a plant planted by the river side.
My precious love where are you?
The sun is heating on me without you;
My precious love where are you?
The snow is falling on me without you;
My precious one where are you?
I am still in lost in my dreams and i need you.
The vegetation is green and i need you around,
But life is not so fair when you are gone forever!
I am lost in my dreams and i need you.
My precious love when will you come back to me?
I know how much i needed you;
My precious love where are you?
I know how much you wanted me;
Come back to me oh my sweet one;
For i am lost in my dreams without you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Self Worth
Blood is thicker then water.
Wisdom of the forgotten lover.
War of the worlds.
Fights among too many friends.
It must come to an end.
Drowning in a whiskey bottle saying god please forgive me.
Pathetic are men who make decisions with no comprehension.
A verse with no meaning.
Death is my friend I shake his hand on a daily basis.
Tempting fate everywhere you go.
With all your power you wish in this latitude of life you had some control.
But you just don't know. You can't know.
Its beyond the reasoning of a mortal being.
You can swim in your sorrow wait for better tomorrow or you keep going not ever really knowing.
In a sick sense again ignorance is bliss.
Even if its just pretend.
Only the scar tissue shows.
And its gives the wrong perspective.
Like your stronger because of it.
Your are weaker.
Mentally broken.
Tore down by facts that you can not change.
All you can do is make sure its not in vain.
You must reinvent yourself and prove your self worth.
For life is not a curse but a blessing in which you must never take for granted.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Tiger Dreams
Little diamond in the rough
borne of joy and other stuff
Sleep, sleep, sleep
to where your secrets keep
For everything your heart wishes
is just what your life promises
Yes, like a tiger with wings
you can do anything
No, neither fool's farce, fog or fire
can keep you from the well of desire
Where dreams, secrets and wishes
you lap up like little fishes
Now soon you will awaken
and that is when you will make them
Come True
poem by Tears In Rain
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Holding On With Wishes To Experience This
Altrhough...
They're slipping with a gripping,
To a bottomless pit.
With an ignorance addicted unresisted.
And,
Holding on and wishing to experience it...
Are the ones who practice posing,
In a darkened abyss.
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs.
And refusing to release,
All delusions they've been feeding.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs,
That the only life to live,
Is the one of deceit.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs.
And refusing to release,
All delusions they've been feeding.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs,
That the only life to live,
Is the one of deceit.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
They keep on holding onto to wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And the flower smiled
A nameless virgin flower just bloom in the thick jungle.
The hermit sniffs the fragrance and breaks his inner peace.
The flower invites him to her kingdom
And the hermit forgets his chants.
He mutters;
'I practice my way of life since a long time with great principles.
But I feel now that I cannot move any further and I became a weaker.'
'Master! I'll teach you just a simple chant,
Love the flowers before they wither
And do meditation after they perished.' The flower smiled.
* I dedicate this poem to the poetess Sue Ann Simar in gratitude.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Fight, Oppose or Uplift
If you fight and oppose you will be fought down,
Your life will be misery, it is well known.
Everything will be a constant disappointment,
Until you find wisdom and learn who is your opponent.
Since others play out what is in your own mind,
Fighting, degrading and opposing means you are blind.
Fighting them is destroying yourself in the process,
Show great ignorance and childishness.
Mankind was built on this ignorance,
Man fights man, father the son, according to the observance.
Wake up people, learn wisdom and understanding,
If you don't want to destroy yourself, instead choose uplifting.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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If life means..
If life means path of obstecles,
I'll conquer them all
If life means seasons of challenge
I'll accept them all
If life means road of ups & down
I'll enjoy them all
If life means smiling when get hurt
I wont let my tears to fall
If life means giving and forgivng
I'll remit the mistakes of all
If life means realizing ones dreams
I wont compromise at all
If life means to live lively
I'll live it with you all
If life means being kind and good
I'll be generous to all
If life means your dreams, your life and you
I'll shine them all………….
TARA
Will shine always…..
poem by TARA.. Star
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When I Say ' I Love You
When I say, “I love you” this is what I really mean
A new life for you and me from that word in between.
Love is a delicate word, yet powerful just the same.
Practice it with pious virtue; betray it with sanguine shame.
A word like love flows easily, deeds must then follow.
Love sounds sweet, but in deceit, its ring is oh so hollow.
“I love you.” is the greatest thing that can be said or heard.
So without hesitation I share with you each precious word.
Thus every day in every way “I love you” so selflessly.
With you is the only place in this world I would rather be.
You’re my partner, my sweet lover and very best friend.
Our torrid love affair, so very rare, will surely never end!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Prose: Achieving Your Goal
The most important things in life are often those we have to choose from at critical times. They very often represent and determine the course our life will take and to what extent we have in controlling or shaping it. With whatever choice we make, opportunities arise and by making the most of these we realise the relative benefits to be gained or otherwise. Through our committment and willingness to achieve a goal, irrespective of what obstacles there may be or we come across, we move forward and progress is made in our endeavour. If the goal is something we have set our mind and heart on whatever setbacks or obstacles are encountered we should take them to be the hurdles to overcome.
By repeated experience we learn the necessary disciplines with which to train or involve our mind and body to reach our goal. When we recognise and forego or sacrifice certain habits that are not conducive to our overall progress we release more energy by which to accomplish our end. By sustained right effort we put in motion the train of events that will bring about the right results, but we should not be too attached to the fruits thereof. Too much attachment is a cause of blindness, disappointment and suffering. However with the right mental attitudes including positive thinking and actions we should learn from and leave behind past failures by always striving onwards to our desired objective or set goal.
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poem by George Krokos
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The Flower For Me
Respectful students,
A soft melodious sound
Greetings good morning,
Up to the end of good evening,
Means much to me, a flower
never fade in Memory
Generous learners,
Sharing things to others,
Pencils with no erasers,
Paper of the only in the trousers,
A flower in my eyes,
Never ever fade in my memory,
Studious yet humorous,
Serious yet with an admiring grin,
A follower and leader in one,
Loves freedom but a disciplinarian,
A flower bloom in the month of no days,
A flower to me that colors my day.
poem by Susan T. Aparejo
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