Limpet
I plod and toil, toil and plod-
A mirror for Almighty God!
Feeling for what none can find-
Justice, Faith, and Love- all blind!
And as a gastropod, so lowly,
I slink through life's facade, so slowly-
And cling to my small rock, sublime,
Leaving behind my trail of slime...
poem by Joshua Dinkin
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Light Between the Trees
Long, long, long the trail
Through the brooding forest-gloom,
Down the shadowy, lonely vale
Into silence, like a room
Where the light of life has fled,
And the jealous curtains close
Round the passionless repose
Of the silent dead.
Plod, plod, plod away,
Step by step in mouldering moss;
Thick branches bar the day
Over languid streams that cross
Softly, slowly, with a sound
In their aimless creeping
Like a smothered weeping,
Through the enchanted ground.
"Yield, yield, yield thy quest,"
Whispers through the woodland deep;
"Come to me and be at rest;
"I am slumber, I am sleep."
Then the weary feet would fail,
But the never-daunted will
Urges "Forward, forward still!
"Press along the trail!"
Breast, breast, breast the slope!
See, the path is growing steep.
Hark! a little song of hope
When the stream begins to leap.
Though the forest, far and wide,
Still shuts out the bending blue,
We shall finally win through,
Cross the long divide.
On, on, onward tramp!
Will the journey never end?
Over yonder lies the camp;
Welcome waits us there, my friend.
Can we reach it ere the night?
Upward, upward, never fear!
Look, the summit must be near;
See the line of light!
Red, red, red the shine
Of the splendour in the west,
Glowing through the ranks of pine,
Clear along the mountain-crest!
Long, long, long the trail
Out of sorrow's lonely vale;
But at last the traveller sees
Light between the trees!
poem by Henry Van Dyke
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Dreamland
You come to me in times of need
When you cant find anyone
You seem to be much better off now
Theres a rainbow number one
We could see life through the gutter then
Till it caused my heart to break
There was too much toil in dreamland
And too much love to take
Sometimes I remember when
We were all dressed up in style
I dont recall the gist of it all
But you drove the young men wild
You could wrap me around your finger
Till it caused my heart to break
There was too much toil in dreamland
And too much love to take
So if you need me near you
Y can do it if you choose
There was too much toil in dreamland
And too much love to lose
Instrumental
You make me do what you want me to do
Then you run the rules on me
You seem to be the wiser now
Could it be youve been deceived
Anytime you felt like tryin
You would cause my heart to break
There was too much toil in dreamland
And too much love to take
So if you need me near you now
You can do it if you choose
There was too much toil in dreamland
And too much love to lose
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Youth And Manhood
Another year! a short one, if it flow
Like that just past,
And I shall stand -- if years can make me so --
A man at last.
Yet, while the hours permit me, I would pause
And contemplate
The lot whereto unalterable laws
Have bound my fate.
Yet, from the starry regions of my youth,
The empyreal height
Where dreams are happiness, and feeling truth,
And life delight --
From that ethereal and serene abode
My soul would gaze
Downward upon the wide and winding road,
Where manhood plays;
Plays with the baubles and the gauds of earth --
Wealth, power, and fame --
Nor knows that in the twelvemonth after birth
He did the same.
Where the descent begins, through long defiles
I see them wind;
And some are looking down with hopeful smiles,
And some are -- blind.
And farther on a gay and glorious green
Dazzles the sight,
While noble forms are moving o'er the scene,
Like things of light.
Towers, temples, domes of perfect symmetry
Rise broad and high,
With pinnacles among the clouds; ah, me!
None touch the sky.
None pierce the pure and lofty atmosphere
Which I breathe now,
And the strong spirits that inhabit there,
Live -- God sees how.
Sick of the very treasure which they heap;
Their tearless eyes
Sealed ever in a heaven-forgetting sleep,
Whose dreams are lies;
And so, a motley, unattractive throng,
They toil and plod,
Dead to the holy ecstasies of song,
To love, and God.
Dear God! if that I may not keep through life
My trust, my truth,
And that I must, in yonder endless strife,
Lose faith with youth;
If the same toil which indurates the hand
Must steel the heart,
Till, in the wonders of the ideal land,
It have no part;
Oh! take me hence! I would no longer stay
Beneath the sky;
Give me to chant one pure and deathless lay,
And let me die!
poem by Henry Timrod
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Weary In Well-Doing
I would have gone; God bade me stay:
I would have worked; God bade me rest.
He broke my will from day to day,
He read my yearnings unexpressed
And said them nay.
Now I would stay; God bids me go:
Now I would rest; God bids me work.
He breaks my heart tossed to and fro,
My soul is wrung with doubts that lurk
And vex it so.
I go, Lord, where Thou sendest me;
Day after day I plod and moil:
But, Christ my God, when will it be
That I may let alone my toil
And rest with Thee?
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Not they who soar
Not they who soar, but they who plod
Their rugged way, unhelped, to God
Are heroes; they who higher fare,
And, flying, fan the upper air,
Miss all the toil that hugs the sod.
'Tis they whose backs have felt the rod,
Whose feet have pressed the path unshod,
May smile upon defeated care,
Not they who soar.
High up there are no thorns to prod,
Nor boulders lurking 'neath the clod
To turn the keenness of the share,
For flight is ever free and rare;
But heroes they the soil who've trod,
Not they who soar!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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After Break
It is like Deep Ocean
It takes place any time even
You may be surprised to find
As it makes you attached and very blind
What remains there after break?
No one may be able to speak
One may go sometimes very weak
As chances to meet again becomes bleak
You never left me alone
Whether it was heavy rain or cyclone
You remained stead farm like rock
As you were made of different stock
You are cam and quite today
I presume you had got hint that day
You were destined to go away
Leaving me behind alone to stay
I may miss your absence
I had lot more to learn about its essence
Love is such a gift from almighty
There lies complete wonder of the beauty
I can spend whole life with simple thought
The love and joy you have already brought
I can spend rest of the life in memory
There is no question of feeling sorry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The labor of keeping house is labor in its most naked state, for labor is toil that never finishes, toil that has to be begun again the moment it is completed, toil that is destroyed and consumed by the life process.
quote by Mary McCarthy
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Blind Faith
In a smoky room
Could have been a devils tomb
90 miles east of la
Feeling desperate and cold
Barely 19 years old
Searching for the light in the pouring rain
I visualize the cold reality
If I dont try, the answer dies inside of me
Chorus:
Blind faith takes me to the mountains
Blind faith lead me to the sea
Blind faith takes me to a higher ground
Come on, come on, come on, and help me find my way
In a small town school
Caught between the liars and fools
She spent her days thinking about her life
She was full of dreams and doubts
Searching for that one way out
Didnt want to spend the rest of her days being a small town wife
She could visualize the life she wants to lead
But deep inside, she didnt have the heart it takes to leave
Chorus
I just got to get myself out of here
We visualize the life we want to lead
But deep inside got to find a reason to believe
Chorus out
song performed by by Poison
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Lookin the in the Mirror
Am looking in the mirror try to see or find something beautiful
Am looking in the mirror and not reconizing what i see
Am looking in the mirror and seeing a scared lil girl
that need help to carry on
Am looking in the mirror and seeing the face slowly start
to dissaper slowly and slowing its gone
Am looking in the mirror and seeing nothing there
because am not alive anymore i've die inside
Am looking in the mirror but nothing there
poem by Ari Castillo
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After years
once i have
established
a solid faith
but now i stand
faint hearted
blown by the wind
a statue picking dust
in the open
that would shine
glitter with
just a swish
of your hands
this multi-faceted world
leaving me
floating, sinking,
fainting, laughing,
weeping, crying,
like in the middle of the sea
all the metaphors
that you could seek
of a troubled life
swirling in your mind
in the water
calm facade
stormy swishy mass,
crushing tsunami
the gods, the devils
that trail
my mental world
a sea of anguish, loss
seeking a truth
a needle in the ocean
they call the almighty
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After Years
Today, from a distance, I saw you
walking away, and without a sound
the glittering face of a glacier
slid into the sea. An ancient oak
fell in the Cumberlands, holding only
a handful of leaves, and an old woman
scattering corn to her chickens looked up
for an instant. At the other side
of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times
the size of our own sun exploded
and vanished, leaving a small green spot
on the astronomer's retina
as he stood on the great open dome
of my heart with no one to tell.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Justice And Peace For All
We are fighting for justice and peace for all,
And our young men are answering the call.
They are giving their lives for you and for me,
On land, in the air, and out on the sea.
They are brave and strong, and have faith in God.
And are fighting for the land their forefathers trod.
If they can fight for justice and peace.
Let's not let our efforts cease. Let us back home, toil-from light to dark
So our boys, can hit their mark,
This justice and peace, although it is old,
Is a tale that years and centuries unfold.
Our country was founded upon this claim,
And it's our privilege to keep it the same.
This was and conflict, I know will soon end.
For justice and peace; to God are akin.
poem by Billie Spratlin
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Harold The Barrel
News:
A well-known bognor restaurant-owner disappeared
Early this morning.
Last seen in a mouse-brown overcoat,
Suitably camouflaged,
They saw him catch a train.
Man-in-the-street:
Father of three its disgusting
Such a horrible thing to do
Harold the barrel cut off his toes and he served them all
For tea
Cant go far, he cant go far.
Hasnt got a leg to stand on
He cant go far.
Man-on-the-spot:
Im standing in a doorway on the main square
Tension is mounting
Theres a restless crowd of angry people
Man-on-the-council:
More than weve ever seen.
- had to tighten up security
Over to the scene at the town hall
The lord mayors ready to speak
Lord mayor:
Man of suspicion, you cant last long, the british public
Is on our side
British public:
Cant last long, you cant last long.
Said you couldnt trust him, his brother was just the same
You cant last long.
Harold:
If I was many miles from here,
Id be sailing in an open boat on the sea
Instead Im on this window ledge,
With the whole world below
Up at the window
Look at the window...
Mr.plod:
We can help you
Plods chorus:
We can help you
Mr. plod:
Were all your friends, if you come on down
And talk to us son
Harold:
You must be joking
Take a running jump
The crowd was getting stronger and our harold
Getting weaker;
Forwards, backwards, swaying side to side
Fearing the very worst
They called his mother to the sight
Upon the ledge beside him
His mother made a last request.
67-yr-old mrs barrel:
Come off the ledge if your father were alive hed be very,
Very, very upset.
Just cant jump, you just cant jump
Your shirts all dirty, theres a man here from
The b.b.c.
You just cant jump
Mr. plod:
We can help you
Plods chorus:
We can help you
Mr. plod:
Were all your friends, if you come on down
And talk to us harry
Harold:
You must be joking.
Take a running jump......
song performed by by Genesis
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Toil is man's allotment; toil of brain, or toil of hands, or a grief that's more than either, the grief and sin of idleness.
quote by Herman Melville
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Impoverish Child
A small poverty-stricken girl wearing shabby clothes and unkempt hair. Treasures in heaven was all she bear. Poverty seem to be her destiny in life, but as she grew she struggle to survive. Nine was the age she began to toil. Sunrise to sunset was all. She was taught God's love and never be idle for survival. She remember God's word, through sorrow the heart will be better. Through diligence life began to matter.
Life had dealt her a bad hand, she remember it's God who giveth wealth to make one stand.
through prayer and toil riches in life came soon. Poverty was not her doom.
poem by Sylvia James
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Striving
Striving is life, yet life is striving;
I fight to live, yet live to fight;
The vital urge is in my driving,
Yet I must drive with all my might:
Each day a battle, and the fray
Stoutly renewed the coming day.
A am myself - yet when I strive
I build a self that's truer, higher;
I keep my bit of God alive
And forgive me in heroic fire:
What if my goal I never gain -
Better to toil than to attain.
It is not what I do or make,
It is the travail of my trying;
The aim, the effort and the ache
Is in the end my glorifying:
Through triumph I may never see,
The will to win is victory.
Striving is strength: with all that's in me
I will not falter in the fray;
And though no shining crown it win me,
I'll fight unto my latest day:
Strive on! - and though I win no place,
Uphold the spirit of the race.
Behold yon peaks that mock my climbing. . . .
I peer from out the dusty plain;
Dark falls, the mission bells are chiming
As on to starry heights I strain;
Despite the night up, up I plod
To gain the golden meads of God.
poem by Robert William Service
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My Justice
'Justice is the one thing you should always find'**-
It needs find all who seek its aegis, e'en though it is blind;
Justice chooses one side, that of verity;
There exists no convolution, only a resplendent clarity
When true justice is rendered, to those in need
Of the curative powers that only it may heed;
Justice denied to one, is justice denied to all, the same-
To those responsible for its denial, goes all the shame!
Justice is not just a decision, its a means of thought-
For its very guard, many a war has been fought,
Many a man has given his very life, as would I-
And no man should be asked to live without it-nor should I;
My justice shan't come, until I may look them in the eyes, and say:
'Though I am not with you, I've kept you in my heart, and there you'll stay! '
poem by Maurice Harris
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I just had to plod along without having any teaching, which was a pity.
quote by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite
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I can plod. I can persevere in any definite pursuit. To this I owe everything.
quote by William Carey
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We are no more content to plod along the beaten paths - and so marriage must go the way of God.
Welcome, wild harbinger of spring! To this small nook of earth; Feeling and fancy fondly cling, Round thoughts which owe their birth, To thee, and to the humble spot, Where chance has fixed thy lowly lot.
quote by Bernard Barton
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