What needeth all this travail?
What needeth all this travail and turmoiling
Shortening the life's pleasure
To seek this far-fetched treasure
In those hot climates under Phoebus broiling?
poem by John Wilbye
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Scared Money
Come to my window
I'll leave it open
Sometimes a girl just needs fresh air
I have a garden
Do you like flowers
Just through the gates it is my world
Lets take a ride
You'll drive my car
We'll put the top down and name stars
I have this candy
My mother gave me
I'll share if you don't tell no one
I know you're afraid to come with me
But tonight I'm gonna present you with pleasure, with pleasure
See scared money don't make none
So role with me and I will be your treasure, your treasure
I know you're afraid to come with me
But tonight I'm gonna present you with pleasure, with pleasure
See scared money don't make none
So role with me and I will be your treasure, your treasure
It's rainng now
I'm soaking wet but I think I like it baby
It's hot in here
I'll make it clear that I really want you baby
I'm fighting porn and it's still morning
You make me leave my conscience baby
I'm not scared of truth or dare
But nothing is just nonsense baby
I know you're afraid to come with me
But tonight I'm gonna present you with pleasure, with pleasure
See scared money don't make none
So role with me and I will be your treasure, your treasure
song performed by by Kelis
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Pleasure XXIV
Then a hermit, who visited the city once a year, came forth and said, "Speak to us of Pleasure."
And he answered, saying:
Pleasure is a freedom song,
But it is not freedom.
It is the blossoming of your desires,
But it is not their fruit.
It is a depth calling unto a height,
But it is not the deep nor the high.
It is the caged taking wing,
But it is not space encompassed.
Ay, in very truth, pleasure is a freedom-song.
And I fain would have you sing it with fullness of heart; yet I would not have you lose your hearts in the singing.
Some of your youth seek pleasure as if it were all, and they are judged and rebuked.
I would not judge nor rebuke them. I would have them seek.
For they shall find pleasure, but not her alone:
Seven are her sisters, and the least of them is more beautiful than pleasure.
Have you not heard of the man who was digging in the earth for roots and found a treasure?
And some of your elders remember pleasures with regret like wrongs committed in drunkenness.
But regret is the beclouding of the mind and not its chastisement.
They should remember their pleasures with gratitude, as they would the harvest of a summer.
Yet if it comforts them to regret, let them be comforted.
And there are among you those who are neither young to seek nor old to remember;
And in their fear of seeking and remembering they shun all pleasures, lest they neglect the spirit or offend against it.
But even in their foregoing is their pleasure.
And thus they too find a treasure though they dig for roots with quivering hands.
But tell me, who is he that can offend the spirit?
Shall the nightingale offend the stillness of the night, or the firefly the stars?
And shall your flame or your smoke burden the wind?
Think you the spirit is a still pool which you can trouble with a staff?
Oftentimes in denying yourself pleasure you do but store the desire in the recesses of your being.
Who knows but that which seems omitted today, waits for tomorrow?
Even your body knows its heritage and its rightful need and will not be deceived.
And your body is the harp of your soul,
And it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.
And now you ask in your heart, "How shall we distinguish that which is good in pleasure from that which is not good?"
Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower,
But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee.
For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,
And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,
And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.
People of Orphalese, be in your pleasures like the flowers and the bees.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Happier Out Look
Let happier be your out look
Let you find joy in every nook
Let you seek for the pleasure
That comes with fain as a treasure
For life is really another name
Of pain and trouble in life's lane
So forget the tears and learn to smile
That can spread joy for a while
So for that have a happier out look
And let you find joy in every nook.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Life's Plan
When you are sick with worries
And for yourself you feel sorry
Then know oh dear man
Life doesn't come with a plan
So you have to learn to deal
And from life you have to steal
A part of fain and pleasure
For this is life's great treasure
that help in ups and downs
When you're stuck with frown
So try to contribute to fun
Before life's days are done
And know of dear man
Life doesn't come with a plan
So you have to learn to deal
And from life you have to steal
A part of fain and pleasure
For this life is a great treasure.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Your Box
Life must be of treasure box full of unexpectation.
whenever anything comes along
improvise as you feel it
and make others around you warmed up
and learn who you are, what you are and what they like from the chemistry
and also
you have got to be brave to deceive your enemies
with your health and smile
Have your treasure box full of your pleasure
Sonnet: When Earthly Travail Come…
An accident just opens eyes of man,
And warns of more untoward serious things
That future brings, curtailing one’s life-span,
Unless, more careful lives we lead, earthlings!
A disease warns- ‘Immunity is weak! ’
The stress of life has sure a role to play;
To aid of remedies, man must then seek
And tread in spirituality- God’s way!
Much strife too comes, heralding warning signs
Of life afilled with mortal sins galore:
For help of God, the afflicted then pines,
While purity of soul, God insists more!
Heaven allows travail in life on earth,
To goad more souls to seek eternal mirth!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-3-2007
poem by John Celes
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Treasure Hunt
I've been around the world in my mind
Seeking treasures I did not find;
Chasing the rainbow on an endless trail
Just like a puppy chasing it's tail.
To the depths of the great blue sea
Seeking that which was hidden from me;
Just what is it I'm looking for?
When I find it, will I still want more?
What will fill my every need,
Turn my mind from ravenous greed;
What will satisfy my hunt for treasure?
What will overflow my life with pleasure?
Time flies by as I grow old
Still looking for that pot of gold,
Never once stopping to realize
It was always there before my eyes
A well marked trail in the form of a cross
Leading to treasures that will never be lost;
No sorrow, no greed, an endless life of pleasure,
The end of the rainbow with heavenly treasure.
poem by Ronald E. Blacklock
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Pleasure is a by-product of doing something that is worth doing. Therefore, do not seek pleasure as such. Pleasure comes of seeking something else, and comes by the way.
quote by A. Lawrence Lowell
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Dear Father! ! !
A person, honest,
loving and kind
Save you dear Father
is hard to find;
without your love
there is no way
this life is like
a tragic play.
I pass my time
with no interest,
this world is but
a place of distrust.
No sugar there is,
no salt, no taste,
things are just
an utter waste.
Carefree was I
in your life,
never knew
the pain and strife.
memories are
my only treasure,
in which i seek
my only pleasure.
After you
i lost my Mom
now house looks
like a dismal dome.
May your Home
be really bright
with brilliant,
blissful, heavenly light.
(Amen)
poem by Shahzia Batool
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Come, Let Me Take Thee to My Breast
Come, let me take thee to my breast,
And pledge we ne'er shall sunder;
And I shall spurn as vilest dust
The world's wealth and grandeur:
And do I hear my Jeanie own
That equal transports move her?
I ask for dearest life alone,
That I may live to love her.
Thus, in my arms, wi' a' her charms,
I clasp my countless treasure;
I'll seek nae mair o' Heav'n to share,
Tha sic a moment's pleasure:
And by thy e'en sae bonie blue,
I swear I'm thine for ever!
And on thy lips I seal my vow,
And break it shall I never.
poem by Robert Burns
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Treasure
My love and angel I am here for you
my heart beats only for you
my eyes lies just on your face
my lips long to meet yours
my one and only you make me cry
when you say you are going i cry
when you leave me alone
i whish i could hold you close once again in my arms
you are the treasure that i seek you were close to me but i did not know
the love that i seek for many years was right beside me yet i could not feel it
when i close my eyes i see you coming to me my love
then i say to my self this is my treasure
poem by Juslaine Larie
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Life Goes On
Life goes on with or with out you,
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be a bird to fly away from this mess,
When we all die life goes on its like a cycle you can not break,
Life is a precious gift of them all some treasures it and some abuse it,
Some live life to the fullest,
Some commit suicide,
Some die to drunk driving,
There is all kinds of way to die,
When we die our soul lives on,
Life is something we all need to treasure cause you’ll never know when your life ends,
Always remember to treasure your life and always live your life to the fullest and treasure your friends and loved ones.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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It is impossible to read for pleasure from something to which you are both father and mother, born in such travail that the writer despises the thing that enslaved him.
quote by Jim Bishop
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Treasure
you are a valuable treasure, a treasure that is second to none, a rare treasure, priceless treasure, a treasure which every ones desire in his heart, a treasure that every heart awaited to explore.
poem by Tijani Adebowale Destiny
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Good and bad habit
Habit is formed
To exert pleasure
Or to grow treasure.
When they are in conflict,
The winner is the pleasure.
I can’t leave smoking.
26.04.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Treasure In Heaven
We spend and splurge all the day, while allowing our soul to stray,
Attracted to what pleases the eye, while we allow our soul to die.
Enticed by what the eye can see, with no thought towards eternity.
We spend effort and much time, securing what we claim as mine.
How much can you truly secure and keep with you forevermore?
Even those dear to your heart, will one day from this life depart.
Nothing of this world shall be, embraced in Heaven through Eternity.
The former things will be no more, after you enter Eternity’s Door.
Don’t store treasure here on earth, for in the end it’s of little worth.
Here moths destroy and rust corrode, not so in your heavenly abode.
Store treasure in Heaven friend, where an Eternity you will spend.
Where your treasure is, you’ll see, there your heart shall also be.
Christ came to this earth to fulfill, not His own, but His Father’s will.
As a servant, The Lord Jesus Christ laid His life down as a sacrifice.
Pick up your cross and follow Christ, as He’s already paid the price.
My friend if you will deny yourself, you shall have Eternal wealth.
Seek The Kingdom of God first and you will have an Eternal purse.
So seek the Righteousness of The Lord and He will open up a door,
For you to serve The Risen Christ, here on earth as a living sacrifice.
Then your treasure will endure, in Heaven with Christ forevermore.
(Copyright ©11/2004)
Rebuild your Desecrated Life
Lost her precious flower
in some circumstance.
To salve her guilty conscience,
difficult she finds!
Desire pushed her into
a sea of pleasure.
Her false meaning of love
made lose her treasure.
Pulling down of a structure
happens in haste.
Rebuilding a wonder
isn’t easy from waste.
Desecrated relics are
remade at our behest.
The birds too rebuild
their damaged nests.
Even those playing the field
try to redeem in life.
The stars of the filmic world
seek apt partner new.
Be bold to weave a new life
and plant the sapling elsewhere.
Stick fast to that new heart
till your fateful end.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Blind Sight
I look but don’t see the real world in front of me.
Moments waste away with the details of my day.
Do I have enough? How can I get more stuff?
Can I have another win or fit in one more sin?
When I look I can’t see
What’s important to me.
I worship things and seek pleasure.
I can’t see what I should treasure.
Then a blind man told me, he lost his sight so he could see.
He sees why he conquered grief since his life is all too brief.
He sees that everlasting love is true language from above.
He sees that darkness is for sleeping, not sorrow and weeping.
His spirit senses kindness and thanks to his blindness,
He knows that with vision of heart and mind,
It’s only his eyes that will be blind.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The Song Of Life
Life is a song,
Life is a poem.
Be happy in delirium doom,
Laugh loudly even in gloom.
Life is a sunlight
Life is a cloud,
Hide and seek,
Unbound sailing in the deep.
Life is a sky
- An open mind,
--High and wide,
Profound pleasure even in the uneven glide.
Life is a market,
Some will buy some will sell
Some will lose some will gain.
You may lose today
But tomorrow you may gain
Never permanent are pleasure and pain
If the situations are against or in favour
No matter,
The will be not be the same forever
How hard is the blow!
How tough is to flow!
Even though,
Never, never bent or bow.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Her Reality Is Torn
Measure me my majesty
Pleasure me don’t tease me
Seek your treasure in the eyes
Of the girl who bends eternity.
Her reality is torn
Her soul was never warned.
Now she lies alone
Ripping raw flesh from the bone
Of maggot infested corpses
Without remorse she is rising
To the sour surprise of all that
Have looked and found no anger
In her eyes.
poem by David Lacey
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