Life Is Too Meaningful
Life is too meaningful.
Too precious an experience,
To waste or quicken it.
Each moment of it given...
Is as fresh as those last moments passed.
It's not always a funfest.
Some seriousness is needed.
And misdeeds confessed put to rest!
Harboring anger and bitterness...
Makes little sense to defend.
Life is too meaningful.
Too precious an experience,
To waste or quicken it.
Each moment of it given...
Is as fresh as those last moments passed.
There are those who sit in a stubbornness.
Unwilling and unbending.
And putting an end to their own progress.
Hoping to find someone to understand their whins.
But no one takes that time to comprehend.
People have their own issues...
And many with no one who they can depend.
It's not always a funfest.
Some seriousness is needed.
And misdeeds confessed put to rest!
Harboring anger and bitterness...
Makes little sense to defend.
Life is too meaningful.
Too precious an experience,
To waste or quicken it.
Each moment of it given...
Is as fresh as those last moments passed.
And with or without anyone involved...
It comes as we know it!
And leaves us when it does,
To another place...
No one can now say,
They have been shown!
Life is too meaningful.
Too precious an experience,
To waste or quicken it.
Or to live it in conflicts unsolved,
To sit in misery to share or flaunt to flourish.
For purposes to discourage,
With the smothering of any good intention!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mary Loves Precious
Mary loves her Precious so dear—
she misses Precious who passed last year.
Precious was Mary's companion and pet
she still has her Brownie who is her very good friend.
Mary gave Precious a happy life-
she was there for Precious in her time of strife.
Mary gave both dogs the love they needed—
Mary has happily and joyfully succeeded—
To experience the lasting unconditional love
of Precious who is with the angels up above.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Your Life Is A Fountain Of Dreams
Life is a journey that all we take,
We should fearless do every day forward a step,
Could be a fail, or could be not,
We should let life to flow.
Life is a mystery each passing day,
We wake up and find unbelievable ways,
We seek, we experience, we fulfill our knowledge hunger,
Each experience of life makes us stronger.
Life is a struggle and life is a joy,
We can experience happiness or we can experience pain,
It's about choices we should take,
Life is a lesson each step we make.
Moments of life are bad or good,
We live and remember those moments,
Memories will be kept forever in our hearts,
But hopes are base of the future.
Never give up hoping,
Life is it short but didnt finish yet,
As long as you are still living,
Your life is a fountain of dreams.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Time To Fear
Picture me on the edge of sadness
I was too blind to see the truth
My hearts beating fast I'm not alone
but you're not there
Friendly smiles steal a glance
But me I'm furious inside
Can I get out of here now
Everything is falling down on me
And deep inside my mind I know I love you
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my life
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my life
You say I do always wrong
So you must hurt me again
I feel so sorry
but you do not
And you're not here
I question why I left you
Ain't love when under your sway
Will I be safe in here now
Eveything is falling down on me
And deep inside my mind I know I miss you
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my live
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my live
Time is that all I really got to fear time time
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my live
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my live
Time time time time
We Only Have Tonight
Forget tomorrow, we only have tonight;
waste not a time for future
when it dies helplessly.
We never need to hope
for something not in hand...
for tomorrow is a dream
and tonight is reality.
Forget tomorrow when we only have tonight.
Kiss my eager lips as if tomorrow never comes;
Never slip a moment of our precious time
thinking what to do tomorrow.
For tomorrow is a dream
but tonight is reality;
so hold me tight as if tomorrow never comes;
Never waste a moment of our precious time
hoping what to hope tomorrow;
So please, forget tomorrow
for we only have tonight...
love me purely just this moment
as tomorrow comes never.
We only have few moments
to make this night last forever.
We only have tonight but we'll make it last forever.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Precious Time
A million tiny lights are strung across the western sky
They burn to light our mission
But its just a million lonely hearts
Strung out from never asking why
We burn with blind ambition
I heard somebody say
I dont regret my wedding day
But somethings wrong
Its not the same
Im lonely and Id start again
If I had the time
Precious time
But I dont ask much
Just to keep in touch
And waste a little of your precious time
Waste a little of your precious time
A million dollars never justified a million lies
To jockey for position
And if two hearts cant beat as one
How can a million souls survive
In this world of suspicion
I heard somebody say
I dream about my wedding day
Through lonely nights
I dream of you
A lover though a friend would do
Id find him if I had the time
Precious time
But I dont ask much
Just to keep in touch
And waste a little of your precious time
Waste a little of your precious time
And just a smiles enough
Just some of that human stuff
And waste a little of your precious time
Precious time
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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My Nearly Suicide
They say when one dies
Another comes
Its all about the timing
Well I tried to end my time
I tried to get another life to come
Patience is not a fan of mine
Nor am I a fan of patience
I suppose it was not my time
For I am still alive and strong
Why?
Only him above knows why
The moment of weakness
Is the moment the baby should of came
Instead I am here writing this poem
If it was not my time
When is my time
When shall that mother give labor
To a newborn that takes my place on Earth
Now that I have lived through this experience
I have to share
Share what I have learned
Running awau is going to get you no where
Why?
Again only him above knows why
If you run
What are you doing?
Or where are you going?
Your making the problem bigger than it really is
Making your end soon is not a solution
It may seem like it
However it is just a problem
A problem of life
We have to show we are strong
Stronger than death
Instead of hoping that baby is near
We should hope
The baby has not even been made yet
Life is too short
It may seem long
And even painful
But all we got to do
Is hold out our hand
And ask for help
Life is a precious gift
With all the special moments
Or even the hell
We need to stay strong
I know its hard
Believe me- I do
I had no one
But I know I do not want to die
Im not sorry for what I did
I do not regret it
However I wont do it again
This was a wake up call
Before the final goodbye
So now I relaize the baby will not come
And I will not go
Am I okay with that?
We shall see
But for now yes I am okay.
poem by Makayla Straight
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Sonnet: Why Waste …?
Why waste your voice, extolling men on earth,
Who don’t deserve the smallest praise, you give?
Why waste your life in earthly aims since birth,
When there are better things for which to live?
Why waste your talents, earning name and fame,
When nothing we can take back when we die?
Why waste your precious days in acts of shame,
When we can thank the Lord and God, Most High?
Why waste your labor, building things that break,
When you can share the love of God with all?
Why waste your life in taking risks to make
One skyscraper, that must anytime fall?
Why waste God-given time in sin and vice,
When God expects us to remain soul-wise?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-9-2008
poem by John Celes
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Not In The Wondering Of 'Why
No time I have given you,
Has been for you to dissolve and waste.
Not a precious moment have I spent in the giving...
Has been meant for you to take and fake,
Anything.
When I give with decision,
It is from a choice I make.
If my giving is accepted,
I would like it shown...
You appreciate.
No time I have given you,
Has been for you to dissolve and waste.
Not a precious moment have I spent in the giving...
Has been meant for you to take and fake,
Anything.
And now there is a nothingness for you I feel.
It is much like an empty space.
A place that has been cleared to be left vacant.
And I am not in the wondering of 'why'.
Or trying to give it time to do it!
Not anymore like many times before.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forever
Bess:
Baby Im sad
I feel you inside every time
I breathe
When I kissed your mouth
You made me feel strong.
You were my life from that first kiss
I knew you better than I knew myself
But I thought we had forever, baby
Id always be the one you needed
Goodbyes came to fast
Precious moments last
You were the only one
The one who could have made it
Last forever
Houdini:
Baby I miss you too
I spent my life trying
To capture a dream
When I touched your face
I burned with desire
Though our souls are worlds apart
Youre living in my heart
Both:
But I thought we had forever, baby
Id always be the one you needed
Goodbyes came to fast
Precious moments last
You were the only one
The one who could have made it
Last forever
Interlude - scene: the escapes
Both:
But I thought we had forever, baby
Id always be the one you needed
Goodbyes came to fast
Precious moments last
You were the only one
The one who could have made it
Last forever
Bess:
My heart beats to the memory of you
Both:
Love is the only thing thats true
But I thought we had forever, baby
Id always be the one you needed
Goodbyes came to fast
Precious moments last
You were the only one
The one who could have made it
Last forever
Together we will make it last forever
Together we will make it last forever
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Forever
Bess:
Baby Im sad
I feel you inside every time
I breathe
When I kissed your mouth
You made me feel strong.
You were my life from that first kiss
I knew you better than I knew myself
But I thought we had forever, baby
Id always be the one you needed
Goodbyes came to fast
Precious moments last
You were the only one
The one who could have made it
Last forever
Houdini:
Baby I miss you too
I spent my life trying
To capture a dream
When I touched your face
I burned with desire
Though our souls are worlds apart
Youre living in my heart
Both:
But I thought we had forever, baby
Id always be the one you needed
Goodbyes came to fast
Precious moments last
You were the only one
The one who could have made it
Last forever
Interlude - scene: the escapes
Both:
But I thought we had forever, baby
Id always be the one you needed
Goodbyes came to fast
Precious moments last
You were the only one
The one who could have made it
Last forever
Bess:
My heart beats to the memory of you
Both:
Love is the only thing thats true
But I thought we had forever, baby
Id always be the one you needed
Goodbyes came to fast
Precious moments last
You were the only one
The one who could have made it
Last forever
Together we will make it last forever
Together we will make it last forever
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Sonnet-Time is Most Precious
The time given by god is most precious;
One can’t afford to waste by any means;
Yet, God has been to everyone gracious;
He watches always all the earthly scenes.
There is no time to feel jealous or fight;
There is no time to waste in gambling games;
There is no time to sleep enough at night;
There is no time to achieve many aims.
There is no time to love your neighbor/ hate;
There is no time to wonder why or find;
There is no time to earn enough or mate;
There is no time to work or rest your mind.
So, make the best use of your precious time;
Love God, His creatures; make your life sublime.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Time Is Most Precious
The time given by God is most precious;
One can’t afford to waste by any means;
Yet, God has been to everyone gracious;
He watches always all the earthly scenes.
There is no time to feel jealous or fight;
There is no time to waste in gambling games;
There is no time to sleep enough at night;
There is no time to achieve many aims.
There is no time to love your neighbor/hate;
There is no time to wonder why or find;
There is no time to earn enough or mate;
There is no time to work or rest your mind.
So, make the best use of your precious time;
Love God, His creatures: make your life sublime.
poem by John Celes
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All That There Is Now In Existence
The importance placed upon appearances,
Only affects the mindset of those...
To effect with less progress made,
In the taking of steps to adventure.
And...
Looking forward to remain limited in experience,
Is a choice one chooses to refrain from getting involved...
From that which is guaranteed to fade away.
Without admitting to the waste of a gift given.
And to awaken much too late to appreciate,
All that there is now in existence to explore...
Without the need to validate or seek in agreement,
A judgement with others that has been passed.
Leaving those to do this...
Free to continue to misunderstand,
How precious a treasure is until it is gone...
From one's grasp.
As 'what ifs' are whispered to never whisper again.
With a silencing that becomes apparent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stolen Moments
Because you were stillborn my little niece
The moment of me holding you in my arms for the first time has been stolen.
I’ll never have that moment of hearing you say my name that moment has also been stolen.
I’ll never feel your sweet kisses on my cheek or your hugs around my neck more stolen moments.
A lot of the special moments we would have shared have been stolen.
But I want you to know the moment of me loving you my little sweet angel was not.
The moment I knew of you; you stole my heart.
I’ll love you in this moment and every moment for the rest of my life.
This poem is dedicate in memory to my little niece who I passed away today 3/1/08. She was stillborn
Emergency
When faced with
An emergency,
We don’t dwell
Over our petty grievances.
We are
Completely present
In the moment.
As we focus
On the important
And the urgent
Knowing
There is no time
To waste,
We weigh
The pros and cons
In an instant.
The decision
Is made in a blink,
And we leave
The out come
To fate,
Why do we vacillate
Over this and that,
And waste
Precious moments
And just procrastinate?
And hesitate
To act
When our gut instinct
Gives us a distinct
Message
I guess
Because our minds
Our cluttered
With ceaseless noise
At all times.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Life Is To Short, Ppl Please Don't Waste It!
Life is too short to worry about the little things in life.
Life is too precious to waste everyday mad or sad.
Life...One of the greatest gifts God has given us.
No One knows how may days, weeks, months, yrs...that we have on this Earth. We could be here next, in gone the next minute.
People who are reading this, Life is too short to waste. Live everyday like it's your last, and enjoy life as possible. It's too precious to throw away, to precious to lose
The reason why I wrote this is because a student in my school was killed yesterday her name was Danielle Stewart, and she was one of the sweetest girls I've ever known. She was killed a day before Homecoming. She will never go to Prom, never get to graduate with her friends, go to college, get married, and start a beautiful family. It kills me to know that it took a death to bring everybody an awakening. Before she was killed, I was being rowdy and especially of all keeping a secret from the father of my unborn child..but as this is going on It's made me realize that life is too short, to precious. Danielle didn't know she was going to die, she didn't know it was her last day on Earth. So ppl please let everyone you know that you love them, and always live life to the fullest!
Love,
Whitney Scott
poem by Whitney Scott
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Your Wild Flower Of Mountain
Once upon a time was a wild flower,
Living in the mountains nearest sky and stars,
Other side of world was a young man living,
Seeking for the happiness of his life.
He was searching a wild flower,
A masterpiece of nature that fearless grew up,
A unique flower that lives lonely,
In a cold fresh breeze of mountain wind.
Seeking and seeking, finally you found her,
After a hard climbing on the rocks,
She was up on the peak of mountain,
In a wild rocky place.
You were astonished by her beauty,
You couldn't stop to stare at her,
She showed to you like an actress,
After curtains get opened on the stage.
She looked so strong to you, so pretty,
But also so charming and so delicate,
She knew you'll come and care for her,
All her life she was waiting for you.
Was enough only her petals to touch,
And she blossomed like a glowing smile,
Your face became so thrill and happy,
She was everything you ever wanted.
But hurry up, time is running,
Unfortunatelly never stops,
You have such precious moments with your wild flower to spend,
You waited for her so long and life never waits.
You took your gracious wild flower,
And nurtured her with love and faith,
Even you knew will last only a moment,
You gave her moments that she'll never forget.
But day to say good bye has come,
Sitting in your arms she closed her eyes and passed away,
Your face was last thing she wanted to see,
Before she got the last breath passing to eternity.
Don't waste your time, be with your loved one,
She is so special and so worthy in this shortless life,
Give to your wild flower of mountain your great love,
Don't wait for destiny from you to steal it.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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That Moment Of Time Gives The Meaning
Time passing by like a river in spring time,
Time always runs and never looks back,
We hold onto time and we use it,
But time is never ours, even when we wanted it to be so much.
With every second passing by,
Now we desperately hold the moment, soon it will be gone,
We shouldn't waste those precious moments,
Once it's lost, we'll never get it back.
There is time for hope,
To love, to remember, to enjoy, to forgive,
There is time, we shouldn't lose,
There is time for everything.
Do not let time be wasted in vain,
Without time, there is no meaning,
Use that time to make a mark in your life,
That moment of time gives the meaning.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Simple Words
Simple words are precious pearls.
When spoken true they mean the world.
They tell me that I'm speacial,
and that you really care.
They really are so meaningful,
a feeling that is rare.
When they come from one as you.
It makes me feel as precious few.
It's something so little have tried to do.
Such simple words with greatness spewed.
In my heart a loving burn.
It means so much for you to share.
The love you hold and have spared.
I always knew you truly cared.
I thank you now for all you do.
These simple words are sweet and smooth.
From my doubts I am romoved.
You told me I'm a speacial dude.
These simple words give my soul such needed food.
poem by Michael McParland
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Life-Giving Spark (Revised)
Creating meaning for ourselves is a sublime
experience, the young are instructed to believe
life is meaningful, yet cannot feel it that way,
we only learn through experience
If we don’t learn to create meaning we will
suffer senseless phenomena instead of life;
some exult in depressive sensationalism as
it is more exciting than unfounded optimism
Most prefer the pain of rebellion to resignation, yet
as long as we create our own meaning, those who
indulge in the macabre by seeking suffering in
depressing intrigues, cannot touch us
Since life seems meaningless a quest is needed
to make sense of existence; I learnt meaning was
not hanging around just waiting to be found but
existed only in feelings
Mixing life’s ingredients like ancient alchemists
produces results, adding our own passion as the
life-giving spark, attaching ideals to beautiful scenes;
I honour these visions in my dreams
Pay homage to origins by cherishing favourite
stories and authors, find new perspectives and
unexpected aspects in the same, well-known
material whenever I look again…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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