Deeds I Seed and Sow
We all have made our decisions.
And began taking paces,
Towards our fates.
On selected paths.
With eyes we hoped were clear.
To afford our desires,
An unregrettable pass.
Undeterred and focused.
Many wished it easy for themselves.
And followed upon a certain,
Obstacle free smooth surface.
Less bumpy of sweat and grind.
To prove those who sought to be challenged...
Would find they've been left behind.
And the ones overwhelmed,
With a process thought ridiculous...
Chose to live lives of deception and tricks.
Hoping to lick,
A system that would award them with triumph!
Quick.
To impress with appearances dressed.
And finding an acceptance,
From those addressing polished images seen.
'Be patient with yourself.
Do not look down in depression.
Or to the side for anyone else.
If your abilities merit attention...
There will be little,
From your lips you will have to mention.
Your deeds will speak,
For themselves.
Within your mind keep this repeated,
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
Within your mind keep this repeated.
Do not allow defeat be seated!
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
We all have made our decisions.
And began taking paces,
Towards our fates.
On selected paths.
With eyes we hoped were clear.
To afford our desires,
An unregrettable pass.
Undeterred and focused.
Within your mind keep this repeated.
Do not allow defeat be seated!
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Do Your Deeds and Be Done With It
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
Why struggle against ignorance...
When the force of it,
Can create powerful setbacks.
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
Without the need to seek attention.
Your deeds done will speak for themselves.
Leave them to do what it is to benefit!
And go.
Those living to fulfill an ego,
Will never understand...
Why their lives lived,
Have less peace in them!
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
That is all The Almighty requires.
And this 'Deity' is the judge of your soul.
No other opinion does The One solicit!
Just do your deeds and be done with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sara in Her Father's Arms
Cell by cell the baby made herself, the cells
Made cells. That is to say
The baby is made largely of milk. Lying in her father's arms,
the little seed eyes
Moving, trying to see, smiling for us
To see, she will make a household
To her need of these rooms - Sara, little seed,
Little violent diligent seed. Come let us look at the world
Glittering: this seed will speak,
Max, words! There will'be no other words in the world
But those our children speak. What will she make of a world
Do you suppose, Max, of which she is made.
poem by George Oppen
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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The Lord's Harvest of Plenty
What a truly awesome thought indeed,
That throughout your day you live among seed.
Not the seeds that one would find in the ground,
These are not seen, but in the heart they are found.
These seeds are planted by the children of God,
As they simply follow the path The Savior has trod.
Your life as a Christian is not merely good deeds,
As your faithful witness could plant one of these seeds.
Or your life may be busy with a seed you don't know,
And your faithful witness is helping that little seed grow.
Planting and watering, as a Christian, is all we afford,
While all of the growth of that seed comes from the Lord.
After a little growth it is no longer a seed,
But a new vibrant Christian prepared for a deed.
The deed that has been prepared, I'm sure that you know,
Is to plant some new seed and to help water and help grow.
Once they have grown, they are cut with God's sickle of love,
And taken by The Lord to their Father's Home up above.
Whether the numbers are few or they are many,
You can be part of The Lord's Harvest of Plenty.
(Copyright © 08/2002)
Seeds Of Ideas
Karma destiny is also born in the seed of ideas
thoughts are father to our deeds these deeds
sown both good or bad are seeds of our destinies.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hidden Things
Let them not seek to discover who I was
from all that I have done and said.
An obstacle was there that transformed
the deeds and the manner of my life.
An obstacle was there that stopped me
many times when I was about to speak.
Only from my most imperceptible deeds
and my most covert writings--
from these alone will they understand me.
But perhaps it isn't worth exerting
such care and such effort for them to know me.
Later, in the more perfect society,
surely some other person created like me
will appear and act freely.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Speak With Kindness (Or Do Not Speak At All)
speak with kindness,
or do not speak at all.
speak not of judgement,
you are not the judge.
speak not of salvation,
let your living be your scriptures.
speak not of scriptures,
let your actions be your holy book.
speak not as apostle or teacher,
speak as a human being.
speak not of god,
then god will speak through you!
speak not as a man,
for you are woman too.
speak not with hateful malice,
for love does not work that way.
speak not as a prophet or seer,
speak as compassion made flesh.
speak not of morality,
speak of connection.
speak not of authority,
the tree and the leaf have just as much.
speak not of holiness,
for all that lives be holy.
speak with kindness...
or do not speak at all!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Getting Good Deeds Done
The best of good deeds,
Are not the ones discussed to be done!
The best deeds that are good...
Are those deeds lived,
And done by the ones who know
When and how to give!
Getting deeds done
Without discussions,
Weaken good intentions...
With diminishing attention given!
And spoken words without action,
Provide no satisfaction.
Although distracts with attraction,
That gets everyone talking...
And then walking away,
Just to say,
They promised they would come!
They promised to provide support...
But not get involved,
With getting good deeds done.
They see deeds as no lasting remedy!
But distortions of their involvement,
In the eyes of everyone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Same Story, The same History
...and so the same story is told
the same history is made....
why always speak of descrimination
why always speak of war
why always speak of class
why always speak of injustice
why always speak of poverty
why always speak of rebellion....
why not speak of equality
why not speak of peace
why not speak of respect
why not speak of wisdom
why not speak of production
why not speak of working together...
...and so the same story is told
the same history is made.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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A Sower Went out to Sow
It sprang up at once because the soil was not deep,
and when the sun rose it was scorched, and it withered for lack of roots.
Some seed fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked it.
But some seed fell on rich soil, and produced fruit, a hundred or sixty or thirtyfold.'
for the Lord speaks
in parables
in the same manner that
we
who try to become poets
shall too
speak in
metaphors
sometimes
to please you
i shall only
speak
those words that
you want to hear
and not the
truth
thereof
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If This Is What Love Is
Somewhere between right and wrong is a love song
Its tongue hits the target but its phone number is always wrong
It speaks through calluses of gentler things
It speaks of kindness
But I dont think you know what that word means
Your love is a bitter seed that only the blind can see
If this is what love is
Then I guess theres no love song left in me
Somewhere between right and wrong is reality
Justice and shame speak foolishly of impractical things
Your kisses are as kind as candles
Your hands are as giving as stone
Your mind is kind as hitlers until night leaves you feeling alone
Your love is something I must do but never be
If this is what love is
Then I guess theres no love song left in me
I didnt mean to fall into darkness
Its just that I trip in the lights
Cause aw man its hard to see that clearly and not put up a fight
But I knew ithen would break and not bend
Just look at this trouble Im in
I need to realize
This is how the unhappy half dies
Somewhere between good and bad is every lie I have ever been told
They all come down but good deeds dont count its what cards you hold
But Im tired of your grey laughter
I am tired of your hungry eyes
This love is so rotten
Its startin to attract flies
Your love is something that must do but never be
Its blade is made of jealousy and insecurity
Your love is a bitter seed that only the blind can see
If this is what love is
If this is what love is
Then I guess theres no love song left in me.
song performed by by Jewel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In A Womans Life
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1) as sung in santa cruz february 26, 1996
Somewhere between right and wrong is a love song
Its tongue hits the target but its phone number is always wrong
It speaks through calluses of gentler things
It speaks of kindness
But I dont think you know what that word means
Your love is a bitter seed that only the blind can see
If this is what love is
Then I guess theres no love song left in me
Somewhere between right and wrong is reality
Justice and shame speak foolishly of impractical things
Your kisses are as kind as candles
Your hands are as giving as stone
Your mind is kind as hitlers until night leaves you feeling alone
Your love is something I must do but never be
If this is what love is
Then I guess theres no love song left in me
I didnt mean to fall into darkness
Its just that I trip in the lights
Cause aw man its hard to see that clearly and not put up a fight
But I knew I wpould break and not bend
Just look at this trouble Im in
I need to realize
This is how the unhappy half dies
Somewhere between good and bad is every lie I have ever been told
They all come down but good deeds dont count its what cards you hold
But Im tired of your grey laughter
I am tired of your hungry eyes
This love is so rotten
Its startin to attract flies
Your love is something that must do but never be
Its blade is made of jealousy and insecurity
Your love is a bitter seed that only the blind can see
If this is what love is
If this is what love is
Then I guess theres no love song left in me.
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2) as sung in madison, nj on april 13, 1996
Somewhere between right and wrong is a love song
Its tongue hits the target but its phone number is always wrong
It speaks through calluses of gentler things
It speaks of charity
But I dont think you know what that word means
Your love is a bitter seed that only the blind can see
Well, if this is what love is
Then I guess theres no love song left in me
Somewhere between right and wrong is reality
Justice and shame speak foolishly of impractical things
Im tired of your grey laughter
I am tired of your hungry eyes
This love is so rotten its starting to attract flies
Your love is something that must do but never be
If this is what love is, then I guess theres no love song left in me
I didnt mean to fall into darkness
I just trip in the lights
Cause aw man its hard to see that clearly and not put up a fight
I knew then I would break and not bend
Just look at this trouble Im in
I need to realize
This is how the unhappy half dies
Somewhere between good and bad is every lie Ive ever been told
But it all comes done your good deeds dont count its what cards you hold
Your kisses are as kind as candles
Your hands are as giving as stone
Your mind as kind as hitlers until night leaves you feeling alone
Your love is a bitter seed that only the blind can see
Its blade is made of jealousy and insecurity
Your love is something I must do but never be
If this is what love is
Yeah, if this is what love is
Then I guess theres no love song left in me
song performed by by Jewel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Song of the Soul XXII
In the depth of my soul there is
A wordless song - a song that lives
In the seed of my heart.
It refuses to melt with ink on
Parchment; it engulfs my affection
In a transparent cloak and flows,
But not upon my lips.
How can I sigh it? I fear it may
Mingle with earthly ether;
To whom shall I sing it? It dwells
In the house of my soul, in fear of
Harsh ears.
When I look into my inner eyes
I see the shadow of its shadow;
When I touch my fingertips
I feel its vibrations.
The deeds of my hands heed its
Presence as a lake must reflect
The glittering stars; my tears
Reveal it, as bright drops of dew
Reveal the secret of a withering rose.
It is a song composed by contemplation,
And published by silence,
And shunned by clamor,
And folded by truth,
And repeated by dreams,
And understood by love,
And hidden by awakening,
And sung by the soul.
It is the song of love;
What Cain or Esau could sing it?
It is more fragrant than jasmine;
What voice could enslave it?
It is heartbound, as a virgin's secret;
What string could quiver it?
Who dares unite the roar of the sea
And the singing of the nightingale?
Who dares compare the shrieking tempest
To the sigh of an infant?
Who dares speak aloud the words
Intended for the heart to speak?
What human dares sing in voice
The song of God?
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Selectively Limited
When I give...
It is from within me,
That is done!
When I speak...
Not a bush do I beat,
Like some may do and run.
My purpose has been made very clear.
And those who fear,
Make excuses heard...
Far and near.
When I give...
It is from within me,
That is done!
When I speak...
Not a bush do I beat,
Like some may do and run.
Protecting insecurities.
No eye contact made to greet...
Those they pass on familiar streets.
I am happiest when others live lives of truth.
It is difficult to face it.
It was for me.
But denial kept me abused and confused.
And when I refused deception of all kinds...
I began to speak from my heart.
And found 'peace' to be a friend of mine.
Although I do admit,
My contact with some folks...
Has been selectively limited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Often Awed
A doer of good deeds,
Isn't sitting to receive accolades...
Heard,
In thunderous applause.
Thinking what is done is deserving of it.
A doer of good deeds done to do...
Is often awed,
That what is done naturally...
Gets any attention for those deeds done,
That pleases the giving of the doer...
Whose choice is the choosing,
Of the doing of those good deeds to do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Matter
No matter what your resume might say
No matter your belief or to what GOD you pray
No matter the languages that you might speak
No matter the lessons that you might teach.
No matter the words that you might use
No matter your occupation or the work you do
No matter the schooling or the degrees you have
No matter the pot holes that's in your path.
No matter the places that you had lived
No matter the gifts that you did give
No matter your wealth whether your rich or poor
No matter if you speak quietly or speak with a roar.
No matter the clothes that you wear
No matter the color or the length of your hair
All that matters is your actions and your deeds
As they speak louder, and to them, man will heed.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Actions are the seed of fate deeds grow into destiny.
quote by Harry S. Truman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Shall Speak
I shall speak of rivers
and I shall speak of streams,
And I shall speak of how they flow
and seep into my dreams.
All the waters pure and clean
purify my thought.
I think how marvelous that I've seen
that which can't be bought.
I shall speak of hillsides
and mountains as they rise.
And I shall speak of how they look
and brighten up my eyes.
All the rises grand or small
expand just how I feel.
I think how wonderful that I've known
what no one can conceal.
I shall speak of beauty
and I shall speak of love.
And I shall speak of how they mix
and take me far above
the ordinary happenings
and events that fill my day.
I think how fortunate I have been
when my breath was taken away.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Over And Undone
IF one might hope that when we say farewell
To life, we two might but be one at last!
But we look back on a divided past,
And a divided future must foretell.
Apart we sowed the seed that flowers in hell,
The seed that blooms in heaven apart we cast:
See what remembrances my heart holds fast--
Ask your own heart what deeds you deem done well!
The memory I find my heaven in
Is that one hand-touch you regret as sin;
Your goodness, dear, that stood between us two
And made my hell, may make a heaven for you;
So evermore must lie our souls between
The kiss unkissed, the infinite might-have-been!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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No More Praise
Once they said you were so sweet
But now they say that you are a cheat
So maybe then someday you might learn
Your deeds speak louder than any word
As you think walking down your street.
Once they said your soul was loyal
But now they say its used and soiled
So I say this to you my dear, dear friend
If you did once before you will do it again
You once had nothing but now you are spoiled.
Once they said you were knowledgeable
Now they say that you are intolerable
As you think your better than everyone else
And no one is as smart as yourself
Now your ways and acts are unpardonable.
Once they said you were very honest
But then you became very dishonest
You hid your truth as you would hide a tear
Then you made your past and deeds disappear
As then you thought you were a goddess.
Once they said you were trustworthy
But then you became uncouth and earthy
You became a person that we never knew
As inside your soul and mind evil and hate grew
Now for your salvation you will never be worthy.
Once they said you were true to the core
But now your mind is empty and your soul is poor
You had let evil and sin enter into your life
Now honesty and love is out of your sight
Statements of praises, you wont hear anymore.
poem by Randy McClave
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Speak The Word
Unsettled hearts
Promise what they cant deliver
Bring me the wine
And the cold night air to clear my head
Gray matter memory house
Master of this trembling flesh
Steady still my doubts
Let me speak the word that precedes bliss
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
These weakened knees
Have not touched ground or pew in ages
I havent bowed my head
I offer thanks to any God or to ask for favors
But watch me now
Im falling down
Praying
To speak the word that precedes bliss
To speak the word
To speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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