Sprinkling Positive Thoughts
I am the
gardner
of my life
clearing
a path
for tomorrow.
Looking inward
for guidance
daily caring
for the inner
child.
Always
sprinkling
positive
thoughts
through out
my life.
poem by Heather Burns
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Caring For My Garden
Negative thoughts are not,
allowed in my garden.
I clear weeds as I go,
Sprinkle positive thoughts,
Sew new seeds daily,
I am the gardner,
Caring for my garden.
poem by Heather Burns
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Guidance To A Better Life
Many of us seek out
those older and wiser than ourselves
for the guidance to a better life.
We seek out the old and wiser
learning from the mistakes they made
so as we travel down the same path
we know which pitfalls to look out for
with guidance to a better life.
We can take less wrong turns
and journey forward in the knowledge
we will not make the mistakes they made.
We know life is never easy
so we seek out the guidance
from who have lived it longer than us,
those older and wiser than ourselves
for the guidance to a better life.
Then one day when we are as old as they,
we can pass on our knowledge to those young
who need guidance to a better life.
21 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Spirit Guides
Thank you 'Spirit Guides'
For clearing my path of unwanted obstacles.
And providing my life,
With the correct insight...
To motivate and inspire dreams,
Desired to fulfill and complete...
My appetite for life.
No longer have I chosen,
To walk on paths unguided alone.
Or to stubbornly resist assistance.
Since my needs for you here,
I now know is plainly shown.
Thank you 'Spirit Guides'
For clearing my path of unwanted obstacles.
And providing my life,
With the correct insight...
To motivate and inspire dreams,
Desired to fulfill and complete...
My appetite for life.
No longer have I chosen,
To walk on paths unguided alone.
Or to stubbornly resist assistance.
Since my needs for you here,
I now know is plainly shown.
And as my daily affirmation,
I acknowledge my destination...
With you near,
Has brighter light.
In my mind your presence has been cleared.
No struggles do I endear,
With you here.
With you near.
Spirit Guides assigned to my life...
My eyesight 'sees',
But does not invite nor is chased by fear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sunlit Path
I want the sunlit path to guide me to my destiny
Where life is raw and exciting
That rejuvenate my mind, body and soul
Where I can absorb the richness of small things
And let out my internal world of thoughts
To reconnect with peace and beauty
Where unspoken words and voices take shape
And splash light on my settled thoughts
Where wind of hope brings fresh breeze
And words have clear meanings.........
I want the sunlit path to guide me to my destiny
Where perfect pattern of life strengthen my soul
And give meanings to my lively dreams
And fresh air pours positive energy in the rush of emotions
Where I can feel the essence of joy and create peace
To release all negative thoughts
To get everlasting melodies of life
And enter into the world of love and inspiration
Where I learn to appreciate the moments of joy
And get ready to face another day...........
I want the Sunlit path to guide me to my destiny.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Child Within
She loved the man
Who stayed the night
That made the child
Lord it seemed so right
Her mamma cried
And her daddy swore
It nearly broke her heart
She needed so much more
Life begin oh child within
Life begin a child within
Who can say
Why lovers part
Shell always keep a place for him
Inside her heart
He writes a bit
And people seem sincere
But she wished theyd call it more than
Just a souvenir
Life begin a child within
Life begin a child within
She fell in love
Was that a crime
Shes not a bad girl
But you know it happens all the time
You give yourself
To the one you love
Tomorrow heartbreak
You never dream of
Life begin a child within
Life begin a child within
Life begin a child within
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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An Alarm
Life is like the burial of a donkey and,
The dead make us weep all day;
Life is like a fire in the forest and,
The dead make us weep all day;
Life is like the price of war!
And the dead make us weep all day;
Of an alarm at noon when,
You have the weapons of war around you.
Today a male child is born but,
Tomorrow comes the war!
Today a female child is born but,
Tomorrow comes the war!
Life is like that at times;
Of the terror on everyside of the globe! !
Life is like a spacious house with large chambers,
Life is like an old man with a sickle,
Life is like the valley of Ben Hinnom,
Life is like an old women looking for her missing child,
Life is like the cry of war!
But may the sun always shine on you who have hope.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lullaby
(duncan)
I give you stars and sunshine
A rainbow at your feet each time you rise
So dry your eyes
The house of yesterday is crumblin at my feet
But I dont mind, I had my time
I am but yesterday
And you my child, tomorrow
Theres nothing I can give you
For you have more than me
You are the truth within your youth
I watch you dance and playing
The little prince of all that you survey
Each night, each day
I am the good old days,
And you my child, tomorrow
If I have any future
It is within your eyes
Each time you smile
My child, my child
The hand of life will rock you
I brought you forth
And then my task was through
I give to you
This wondrous view
I am but yesterday
And you my child, tomorrow
And you my child, tomorrow
And you my child, tomorrow
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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A Child Like Clay
A child like clay is pliable
Guidance molds him with each day
With right values, he grows up able
To live his life and not go astray.
A child like clay adapts the form
He bends and follows as one leads
To what is true he will conform
Absorbing the wisdom that he needs.
A child like clay when left alone
Hardens up warped and marred,
To doing wrong he is always prone,
His life is a mess, he ends up scarred.
A child like clay when hardened wrong
Will need a thorough brokenness
A crushing from which he will be strong
A new creation, born from forgiveness
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'Stern discipline awaits him who leaves the path,
he who hates correction will die.'
Proverbs 15: 10
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 2010
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Lifesong
to a child very young
life is
happiness and fun
to a child getting bigger
life and school
seem to be getting bitter
to a child growing up
life and love
seem to be getting mixed up
to a child fully grown
life is about
making choices on your own
to a child with a child
life is about
making sure there life isn't wild
to a child getting old
life is about
keeping your family out of the cold
to a child old and grey
life is about
remembering the past things you used to say
to a child dead and gone
life was about
your one lifesong
poem by No Reason To Care
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Love Cake
Mix together and stir the ingredients well
A life time of loyalty and companionship
add a pinch of humor and a sprinkling of tears
place in a pan of sharing and caring
then bake in a hot oven of passion for years
poem by Janice M Pickett
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Poem Of Life
Life?
Wasting time by having fun?
What type of thinking?
Life is fun,
Life is short,
Life must be great,
Life shall not be wasted.
Happinest?
Positive thinking,
Positive way,
Positive life,
Happinest will come.
Suffer must not be,
Happinest that should be,
Life would be great,
Achieve success in life.
poem by Lovita Lara
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Tomorrow Is Now
Tomorrow is... tomorrow is now
You think the past is behind you
But baby whats that on your back
It looks to me like youre draggin it around
Like a heavy pack
Now we dont live in the present
Were to busy hangin on
To whats been and gone so it comes again
Singin the same old song
Singin na na-na na na
Let it go oh oh
Tomorrow is... tomorrow is now
Tomorrow is... tomorrow is now
What are you going to ask for
What are you going to create
Its in you hands to build your own world
Forget about fate
And I dont need to remind you
Life is short and life is sweet
And before you even know it
Past and future gonna meet
Oh, every day and every way
Good to go oh oh
Tomorrow is... tomorrow is now
Tomorrow is... tomorrow is now
Tomorrow is... tomorrow is now
Tomorrow is... tomorrow is now
Not much to say
Its all been said, anyway
Not much to think about
Just let go of yesterday
Singin na na-na na na
Singin na na-na na na
Let it go oh oh
Tomorrow is... tomorrow is now
Tomorrow is... tomorrow is now
Tomorrow is... tomorrow is now
Tomorrow is... tomorrow is now
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Never to Reopen
Serious I am,
About my life.
The people in it.
And what I do.
I give any way that I can.
And when the reception,
Of what I have to give...
Is not taken as seriously,
When taken.
Since no fluff do I leave.
Or intend to be perceived that way...
A door closes!
Never to reopen.
I am not on this mission,
To fantasize my deeds.
Or journey on a path wishful thinking.
I've stumbled too many times to get up.
To stand to fall and crawl.
Not caring if it is done in broad daylight!
I have no shame to claim...
Or will carry!
I am here to proclaim my existence.
Not to have it dismissed,
By nonesense doers and their shallowness.
And there are just too many of them...
Wanting but not doing what it takes,
To get things done.
And maneuvering...
Through that kind of indecisiveness,
On a daily basis,
Keeps the mind exhausted.
With thoughts of wishing to please.
Not me!
There are too many unconscious,
Throwing their emotions all around.
And I am not here to catch anyone's pity.
I've pulled myself out of that kind of darkness.
Serious I am,
About my life.
The people in it.
And what I do.
I give any way that I can.
And IF I can't?
I don't!
I close down.
But...
I'm always there and open,
For the ones I want around!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poem for Tommy Munos
when i was a child
i felt the same like tommy
but thirty years down the road
i longed to tell that child
thank god it was me
who went through it all
the loneliness, despair,
rejections
they were all worth it
now as the child in me listens
i get the boost of pride
that i have grown, matured
that the child that once cried out
has been tamed
tugged into that corner
he could sleep well
a corner where he could watch
how I tackle each predicardment
with god's guidance and life experience
that god gives challenges to
only deserving ones
so that they could be strong
so that they could
to be able to tell their children
who will face the same predicardment
it is all worth it
that they make them a better person
to write better poetry
and someone others would listen to
one day for guidance
think about christ
(how shameful we even
talk about suffering and death
when christ did not even
complain about his greater plight)
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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All My Needs
My Lord, I simply want from you, the needs I have to see me through,
All those needs each and every day, which I encounter along the way;
Wants and needs, I daily confront, please help me to curb each want,
As your plan for me, that’s much higher, will see my every true desire.
I entreat You Lord, to refuse me not, as I live out my life’s chosen lot,
This present lot that was cast for me, by The Lord over all of Eternity;
Guide me until the day that I die, through your guidance from on high,
Knowing all in life, that is ahead, guard my heart from fear and dread.
Keep falsehood and lies from me, whatever the future ahead may be,
Through hard times or prosperity, please set my sights upon Eternity,
While I live every day for Christ, Who has secured for me Eternal Life,
During those times of tribulation, I shall trust in The Lord of Salvation.
Lord, allow me not riches or poverty, in the plan that you have for me,
But Lord, I simply request instead, your guidance and my daily bread;
If given too much, I may disown, my Lord, who’s on Heaven’s Throne,
With all that provision, by me, ignored, I might say “Who is The Lord”.
Lord, if I were poor, I just may deal, with the dark and moved to steal,
This would only dishonor the Name, of God, Who provides all I claim;
So help me to always be content, with the provisions, You have sent,
And so Your Word, I’d always heed, while You provide all that I need.
(Copyright ©04/2010)
The best things in life are nearest Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life.
quote by Robert Louis Stephenson
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We Should Always Think
We should always think
of our lives going up
never going down.
Always think the positive
leaving the negative far behind.
We should always think
we are going to do the best we can
in the perspective of every thing we do.
We should always think
that tomorrow is going to be
another warm and sunny day
and never dread the rain
when it comes our way.
Everything in life has a positive side
and this is what we must strive for
in everyday of our lives.
26 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Disgarded Garden
Their once was a young man who wanted to become a Gardner. There once was a young Rose Tree that wanted a Gardener. They met each other one summer day and began what seemed to be a beautiful relationship. The Gardner was attentive of his garden along with his Rose Tree and the Rose Tree was so happy that its tender branches grew and it bloomed continuously for the Gardner so he’d always be happy.
As time went by the Rose Tree noticed that Gardner wouldn’t tend to her as much as he once did. And when he did he would cut away harshly at the Rose Tree. The Rose Tree being a simple plant who did not need much attention still bloomed for the Gardner. It seemed the more she tried, the more the Gardner would cut away and the tree was now nestled in the ground. Why could this be? He had a bountiful garden that any Gardner would have loved to have. What more could anyone want thought the Rose Tree.
Now in an abandoned garden the Rose Tree grows back its branches, with very thick thorn’s to protect it self. As time goes by one day, out of nowhere appears a Gardener who has silently admired the Rose Tree from outside the garden gates and begins to nurture the Rose Tree in her garden. He tenderly and sympathetically pulls away all the weeds and brush from the Rose Tree so the air, rain & sunshine can reach her again. Allowing her the opportunity to grow back as she once was; vibrant, strong, colorful and to be simply, herself.
This is something the Rose Tree had long forgotten and is very grateful for the loving words of encouragement and kindness that her new Gardner has shown. She longingly awaits for his visits and when the Gardner comes to see her she bloom’s for him and relaxes underneath his beautifully kind smile. My darling Gardner, I am glad fate has brought you to walk along the path leading to the once lost garden and Rose Tree.
poem by Sarah Barron
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Who Buys My Thought?
Who buys my thought buys not a bottle of honey
But strands of a hopeless future bottled up.
A future that is threatened
By mortal diseases threatened
The future of the African child.
Of eyes that look out and see an endangered tomorrow threatening an already imagined better future.
Who buys my thought buys not a haven of peace and bliss
But of battling thoughts.
Thoughts of what the future would be
The tomorrow of the African child.
Who buys my thought buys a strenous desire for a better tomorrow
A better tomorrow for the African child
Who buys my thought?
poem by Mabel C. Mozie
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Children Reflect Those Ideals Projected
Children,
Reflect those ideals projected.
With a caring less,
Of how their wants and needs are met.
And a child caring less,
Of how their innocent desires are met...
Will do his or her best,
To express no regret...
In the showing just how much they are upset.
With a display of embarrassing tantrums,
A parent tries hard to minimize and suppress.
A 'child' grows up to expect,
That a loud voice heard in protest...
Will get as demanded,
What is wished with no exception.
A child never forgets,
Who promised what and when...
The day and hour,
That promise was mentioned.
Regardless of the dust that may collect in pockets.
Or the emptiness in each corner of a treasure chest.
A child,
Raised to be a 'child' teased by success...
Will never be satisfied by just a taste of it.
Since to sacrifice is not,
A conditional part of a child's mindset.
A CHILD,
No matter how old that child gets...
Will demand what is wanted,
Caring less who pays for it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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