In Never Ending Skill (Cavatina)
In never ending skill is manifest
God's supreme will,
He plants the brightest flowers in the dale
and on the hill,
is present in my happiness and when
I feel quite ill,
in His love I have a firm confidence;
daily I experience His providence.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Landskip
How pleas'd within my native bowers
Erewhile I pass'd the day!
Was ever scene so deck'd with flowers?
Were ever flowers so gay?
How sweetly smil'd the hill, the vale,
And all the landskip round!
The river gliding down the dale!
The hill with beeches crown'd!
But now, when urg'd by tender woes,
I speed to meet my dear,
That hill and stream my zeal oppose,
And check my fond career.
No more, since Daphne was my theme,
Their wonted charms I see:
That verdant hill, and silver stream,
Divide my love and me.
poem by William Shenstone
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Song II. The Landscape
How pleased within my native bowers
Erewhile I pass'd the day!
Was ever scene so deck'd with flowers?
Were ever flowers so gay?
How sweetly smiled the hill, the vale,
And all the landscape round!
The river gliding down the dale,
The hill with beeches crown'd!
But now, when urged by tender woes,
I speed to meet my dear,
That hill and stream my zeal oppose,
And check my fond career.
No more, since Daphne was my theme,
Their wonted charms I see;
That verdant hill and silver stream,
Divide my love and me.
poem by William Shenstone
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Never Ending
(words & music by kaye - springer)
Walk down to the beach at sunset
Look as far as you can see
You will find that endless ocean
And thats how my love will always be
I bring you never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending love
Look up at the sky at midnight
Gaze up on the starlit view
Just as heaven has no boundaries
Neither does my love for you
I bring you never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending love
Never ending love
Never ending love
Never ending love
Never ending love
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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From The Very Creation (English Sonnet)
From the very creation as a answer to all men
God was present on each day
sheltering us against each omen
while moving in His secret way
and now in this age He is present still
and unseen He does His works perform
and with a unknown mysterious skill
He constantly shelters against destiny's storm
and whatever road we do take,
even if we do head to a life of dread,
His miracles He does make
as He constantly walks ahead
and in our greatest incompetence
still merciful is His love and providence.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Good Question
Of what does happiness consist?
Merely a feeling of content
is it enough to just exist?
Is it just a sometime thing?
Which we experience now and then
that stirs our hearts so they must sing.
If we don’t know the opposite
how can we know that we are glad?
I think it only apposite.
We meditate and celebrate
all the emotions we can feel.
So we with confidence can state.
Today I am not sad but glad
to be who and where I am.
All in all life’s not too bad.
Sadness balances happiness
as sure as day must follow night.
This truth I feel I must express.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXXXIV: From A to Z
Affecting heart is never ending zone
Becoming the best is never ending ambition
Collecting money is never ending business
Defining happiness is never ending comparison
Expecting future is never ending dream
Feeling lonely is never ending emptiness
Glittering light is never ending fantasy
Hiding the truth is never ending guilt
Imagining peace is never ending hope
Jealousy rage is never ending inferno
Keeping trust is never ending job
Living life is never ending knowledge
Memorizing something is never ending labyrinth
Not having the ability is never ending misery
Obtaining respect is never ending need
Pursuing love is never ending obsession
Questioning human is never ending paradox
Research and study is never ending quest
Smiling sincerely is never ending river
Telling lies is never ending story
Understanding fate is never ending temptation
Various culture is never ending uniqueness
Watching interest is never ending vision
X factor is never ending world
Years for price of wish is never ending xxxholic
Zipping a flat tummy is never ending yearning
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Up Above The Daily Hum
Wondering at the scope of my experience
Cautious so not to be cold
Caught up in the comfort of what I once was
Lost in all the brand new possibility
Oh to be
In the middle
Happy on the pull of the past
Just before the future comes
Hoping for the rush of some experience
That could elevate me
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
When is this all over
When does the next one begin
Happy on the pull of the past
Just before the future comes
Hoping for the rush of some experience
That could elevate me
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Your Skill
Your skill is presented to the rest of the world,
As places are in the acres of this world,
In this creation endures the skill of your study,
The anchor of the sea, and resign now please.
The skills destroy us when we learn,
Inside is a guess, working the rest of the play,
Wanting a danger makes me firm in belief,
Decide to plant one favour for all in this dwelling.
Your skill is present, your work is heaven,
Let the favours of the place be like heaven.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Hand Of Providence
Michael w. smith
Providence, providence
See it laying down the cornerstone
The hand of providence - its evident
For we could never make it on our own
Apportioning the power
Weighing all that it entails
Giving us the fulcrum
And a balance to the scales
Chorus:
Oh, the hand of providence
Is guiding us through choices that we make
Oh, the hand of providence
Is reaching out to help us on our way
Providence, ever since
Any thesis ever entered man
The hand of providence
Has been our best defense
Tho his ways are sometimes hard to understand
From the dying of a heartbeat
To another soul reborn
From in between and circling
Our thoughts of love and war
Chorus
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Confidence?
Confidence?
You can regain and maintain it.
Keep it treasured and close to your chest.
Disconnect from the affects of stress.
With honesty and self respect...
And a desire to reflect,
Your very best without neglect.
Confidence?
Takes a deliberate wish,
To dismiss nonsense.
Convince yourself every moment you can...
You are more important,
Than the opinions of others...
Or your need for them to understand.
With a critiquing comprehension...
Way off base and quite off hand.
Confidence?
Are you one in between relationships?
Has your emotions been tested,
To leave you with feelings that are empty...
With wishes to erase a loneliness?
Tormented and forelorn,
As you inflict 'what ifs'...
To visit and keep you torn.
Are you one of those who sit,
To blame yourself for things gone wrong?
Refuse to admit this and forget!
Forgive yourself and others of misdeeds,
That had a beginning but no end to it!
Restore your confidence!
Seize it as a quest.
And feed your mind nothing less!
Think of yourself as a child on an adventure.
Discover something 'fresh' to digest,
As you allow your happiness to flow...
And manifest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Unison
We want to praise YOU
Supreme Lord of the Universe
For such knowledge diverse
We daily learn from YOU.
It's a never-ending pleasure
Guiding our path throughout life
It keeps us away from strife
We rejoice over that treasure.
We heed the call and concentrate
On thoughts humble and loft
Insightful views are brought
We feel delighted and meditate.
September,2012
poem by Maria C. Costa
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The Dark Hill
On dark hill, in moonlight
A lone stranger struggles through the night
With hopes dashed and dreams torn asunder
Though dark flowers he slowly wanders
And looks around trying to find
A little space and piece of mind.
But the dark hill is unforgiving
And no escape or hope its giving
The dark flowers turn and scream
To remind him that its just a dream
Lost inside a world of pain
One day hoping to be whole again
The darkness is always in your own mind
Never ending and making you blind
The dark hill takes and leaves nothing behind
Nothing but the emptiness of your own desire.
So on the dark hill the man continues
All alone on his weary journey
To find the peace he so deserves
poem by Monkee Thompson
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God does not judge us by the multitude of works we perform, but how well we do the work that is ours to do. The happiness of too many days is often destroyed by trying to accomplish too much in one day. We would do well to follow a common rule for our daily lives--DO LESS, AND DO IT BETTER.
quote by Dale E. Turner
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In our society, daily experience teaches the individual to want and need a never-ending supply of new toys and drugs.
quote by Christopher Lasch
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The Flowers
6 P M
At park
Lights on...
Green plants
Are sleeping...
No flowers
Plants on the park....
But...
Flowers smiling...
How...?
The lovers walking
On sitting on park....
Lovers also flowers...
A human body flowers...
Try to understand
Try with undreatand...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Homing Swallows
Swift swallows sailing from the Spanish main,
O rain-birds racing merrily away
From hill-tops parched with heat and sultry plain
Of wilting plants and fainting flowers, say--
When at the noon-hour from the chapel school
The children dash and scamper down the dale,
Scornful of teacher's rod and binding rule
Forever broken and without avail,
Do they still stop beneath the giant tree
To gather locusts in their childish greed,
And chuckle when they break the pods to see
The golden powder clustered round the seed?
poem by Claude McKay
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Search For Happiness
Searching for happiness is an art
That you won't find lying in a cart
So if you want to take a start
Look for it inside your heart
As happiness stays in our view
But doesn't carry any color or hue
Its actually a miracle that is true
And brings you joy when you're feeling blue
And happiness is like an Inverter's gate
That returns you love when you enter hate
And it is always open for those who wait
And enter it with confidence and faith
So if you ever see any happiness star
Roaming or wandering somewhere far
Then go for it wherever you are
Even if you have to cross trouble's bar
Because once if you learn to make a deal
With happiness that is stronger than a steel
Then you'll see that it will always heal
Your pain and agony taht you ever feel.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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The honey from the flowers of the senses,
Ever present within, ruler of time,
Goes beyond fear.
For this Self is Supreme
catren from Maitrayaniya Upanishad
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Fairies’ Gathering
To beleaguer an assemblage of fairies requires skill,
Manufactured from the disuse of happiness and joy.
It makes your spouse laugh and giggle forever,
With desultory tones of music to inflame you.
Comely works are held in shelter, for the force,
As ethereal figures are attached to your garden,
A graveyard or funny little town of flowers and plants.
This is evocative of musical rhythms and sounds only pleasant,
Their brains are like love, and hatred inhibits them from smiling.
Then languor and tragedy, as fairies submerge into grass,
Forcing your lungs to collapse and inhibit respiration.
The fairies are in a different plane of existence
That destroys your mind but not theirs.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Your Own Hands I Get My Daily Bread (Cavatina)
From Your own hands I get my daily bread,
You know my heart,
above living and dead You are supreme;
You know each part
which makes me and You know everything;
in my own art
You are present, even in each dispute;
You make me great, grand, good and resolute.
poem by Gert Strydom
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