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Perfect Timing

I've seen despair,
I've been crying.
I've seen the absence of air,
But all was fixed in perfect timing.

Irony takes a place,
All when I'm in agony.
Then came a face,
One that repairs and make empathy.

Hope soon blooms,
Then adjoined with one so dear.
Glance at these rooms,
Ones that used to strike one so hollow with fear.

Care found in one so void,
Found in the only thing that's true.
No more urges to be paranoid,
Now that I'm known to you.

I've seen hope,
I've been laughing.
I live and finally cope,
For unexpectedly, all was done in perfect timing.

poem by Leonardo David Tay
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Making Love With You In Pain And Fear

you are coming from a distant place
and we shall soon meet
i told you about what i hate
this waiting
and it is the same thing with you
you were never born with the patience
we meet half-way
on a perfect timing
you come and i go
no one waits for another
we like it this way always on a perfect timing
waiting is outlawed
a treaty is sealed
and it has been that way since then
no one waits
you come and i go and that has always been
the way i make love with you

we were happy and then the truth comes
it will not always be that way
for one has to be god and the other has to be a slave
we cannot agree
we parted ways and there in that pain and fear
we have always been waiting forever

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Only One

You're the only one. It is true.
I could never love anyone but you.
When in despair I look to you.

Hope eternal springs,
with all the joys you bring.
All this splendoer you make me feel.
The fact you're here is so surreal.

There is no other.
You're the only one.
I hope you believe I'm the one.
Playing the field is over and done.
When you know you've found the one.

I never feel the need to frown.
When the one I needs around.
Nothingelse could take the place.
Of this picture perfect face.

Together we'll build a speacial place.
To spend such endless blissful days.
The only one will do for life.

I take thee now as my wife.
To have and hold. Forever cherish.
Never seeing a single blemish.
I never imagined this day would come.
Eternally now with my only one.

poem by Michael McParland
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Hope

We hope for love
And for blessings from above
We hope for wealth
And that life deals us good health

We pray in hope
We seek in hope
We live in hope
We aim with hope

If you decide for one moment to lose hope
You also deny yourself the chance to develop
You deny yourself the chance in life to cope
With nil to hold on to as you walk a tightrope

For Sweet, Sweet Dreams
They never seem to last it seems
Yet Sweet, Sweet Dreams
Are timeless and endless it seems

And when hope walks along my path
I can believe again in love at first glance
I can believe in me this very instance
For my dreams play dearly upon my heart

And with hope I can endure
For it is the perfect cure
And with hope I have faith
Mine is endorsed with no expiry date

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Hope For Now And Beyond

The hope we have for when we die, is the hope given to you and I,
To live each day upon this earth, as we experience a Second Birth,
When in Jesus Christ, we die to sin, to live this life all through Him,
As The Lord helps us live each day, while on this life’s Narrow Way.

This is a Hope beyond this place, on a path that’s paved by Grace,
While the path leads us to Heaven, avoiding all the religious leaven;
This Hope is available to all men, when in Christ, they’re Born Again,
Along with the Holy Spirit’s Power, as our guide every day and hour.

Within our heart, He gives us hope, and helps us in this life to cope,
While each day we live down here, we know that God is always near;
Longing for Heaven as we roam, for Heaven, not earth, is our Home,
This is the Hope, in each of us, as we come to God, in Christ Jesus.

Our hope in God, is eternal friend, with a beginning, but with no end,
As our hope begins down here, God begins relieving worry and fear,
As we fix our eyes upon The Lord, our needs, by God aren’t ignored,
While all our needs God shall fulfill, as He works out His Perfect Will.

This Hope, begins with Jesus Christ, Who, holds together, all our life,
A life that goes beyond this world, to a higher realm, not yet unfurled,
As our hope translates into Eternity, to a place no one has yet to see,
And once we’re on that Eternal shore, we’ll be with Christ forevermore.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Trucker Hat

This is the song that reminds me of my trucker hat
That I used to wear not to block out the sun
With a john deere logo and a stain on the back
From where you laid me out flat one look I was done
And all these things mean nothing to me
When Im with you Ive got everything
I can walk and I can pee
Even daddy would agree
You and I were meant to be
Its easy to see
Ill never go out of style on you
And nothing really feels the way you do
Nothing in the world could ever make me look as good
When you fit me like you do
This is the verse about the Parachute pants
That I learned to break dance in and thought I was good
So much for believing the fat guy doesnt win
get the girl in the end I never thought that I could
And all these things mean nothing to me
When Im with you Ive got everything
I can walk and I can pee
Even daddy would agree
You and I were meant to be
Its easy to see
Ill never go out of style on you
And nothing really feels the way you do
Nothing in the world could ever make me look as good
When you fit me like you do
Im not the perfect guy
a little slow but Ive
Got perfect timing with you
Got perfect timing with you
Take a look around
Outside the in crowd
There aint nothing we cant do
[3X]
Ill never go out of style on you
And nothing really feels the way you do
Nothing in the world could ever make me look as good
When you fit me like you do

song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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A Perfect World

In a perfect world,
Death would never be.
Life would be forever
And last eternally.

In a perfect world
You'd still be by our side,
Lighting up our happy lives.
You never would have died.

In a perfect world,
Sadness would not be found.
Love and life, and happiness
Forever would abound.

We Believe that perfect world
Awaits us when we die.
A world where eternal bliss
Is found in Heaven's sky.

We'll cling to faith and hope,
For God is a God of love.
And then in time we'll join you
In that perfect world above.

poem by Ron Tranmer
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When You Got In
I Went Out
Such Is The Wrong Timing
Of Your
Compassion

Then We Talk
About The Proper Timing
Of Our Desires

You Set The Time, The Place, And The Mood
Now It Is Not Just Desire But
Love

Yes, Love,
But Sometimes I Still Wonder
What Love Is
When Two People Meet At The Proper Time
The Proper Place, And The Proper Mood

When Everything Seems Right
And Yet
Feels So Wrong
When Everything Is Supposedly Proper
And Yet
There Is Still This
Feeling Of Impropriety

I Am 48 Years Old And You Are 49
And I Am Just Asking
When We All Want To Be Inside The Room Of
Ecstacy

And Yet
They All Want Us
Out

Just Because They Also Feel
That The Timing May Be Right
But It Simply Does Not
Look All Right

And Then You Are A Little
Bit Irritated And You Ask
Finally

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life with hope

The emptiness is closing, creeping, crushing all hope I have to keep on living.
When I have nothing left to believe in and I think I can go no more. Hope is enough to keep me alive.
Giving me strength I didn't know I had.
But we can live on hope and dreams cause with hope I can endure, for it is the perfect cure.
The heart is a womb were hope is born it is conceived in the mind. Hope is a quest to be free an open door or a key.
It will keep you strong in times of despair and just when you think you're all alone in the end hope will be there.

poem by Lleyson Hernandez
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Sonnet XXVI: I Ever Love

To Despair

I ever love where never hope appears,
Yet hope draws on my never-hoping care,
And my life's hope would die, but for despair;
My never-certain joy breeds ever-certain fears;
Uncertain dread gives wings unto my hope,
Yet my hope's wings are laden so with fear
As they cannot ascend to my hope's sphere;
Though fear gives them more than a heav'nly scope,
Yet this large room is bounded with despair;
So my love is still fetter'd with vain hope,
And liberty deprives him of his scope,
And thus am I imprison'd in the air.
Then, sweet despair, awhile hold up thy head,
Or all my hope for sorrow will be dead.

poem by Michael Drayton
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Joy enjoyed with or without hope...

Joy
gets a bad press
from poets and divines –

it’s fleeting, can’t
be trusted, brings
a downside;

better far they say
is bliss: quiet, indifferent,
that is, beyond all differences
that sadden; divisions
that steal our perfect,
timeless, spaceless I guess
unity

this poem looks
with joyful hope
or hopeful joy
well joy and hope
or would joy or hope be enough,
Paul,

to a future bliss
which when found
has no past or future but
only the perfect present
of the perfect present.

[another one with acknowledgements to Eckhart Tolle and ‘The Power of Now’…]

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Wrong Timing

when you got in
i went out
such is the wrong timing
of your
compassion

then we talk
about the proper timing
of our desires

you set the time, the place, and the mood
now it is not just desire but
love

yes, love,
but sometimes i still wonder
what love is
when two people meet at the proper time
the proper place, and the proper mood

when everything seems right
and yet
feels so wrong
when everything is supposedly proper
and yet
there is still this
feeling of impropriety

i am 48 years old and you are 49
and i am just asking
when we all want to be inside the room of
ecstacy

and yet
they all want us
out

just because they also feel
that the timing may be right
but it simply does not
look all right

and then you are a little bit irritated and you ask
finally:

why do you talk too much?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There is timing in the whole life of the warrior, in his thriving and declining, in his harmony and discord. Similarly, there is timing in the Way of the merchant, in the rise and fall of capital. All things entail rising and falling timing. You must be able to discern this.

quote by Miyamoto Musashi
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The Perfect Father

The Perfect Father
who accepts you
the perfect father
who protects you

The perfect father
what will you do?
but believe in him
and accept Him too

The perfect Father
who gave His life
The perfect Father
is found in Jesus Christ

The perfect Father
who knows your name
The perfect father
who will remain

The perfect Father
who lovingly guides
who wants to lead you
like a shepherd
and walk
by your side

The perfect Father
who listens and holds
The perfect Father
who gently consoles

The perfect Father
who changes you
by his Love and his kindness
and acceptance too

The perfect Father
who understands
This perfect Father
became a man

So that you could come
to personally know Him
and know there is a Father
who is out there my friend

There is a Father
who exist, your not dreaming

He's looking for you
while your searching for Him

He's found in Jesus Christ

Jesus answered, 'I am the way and the truth and the life
no one comes to the father except through me'
(The Holy Bible) John 14: 6

poem by Debbie Bennett
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Dearer Than Dear

Dearer than dear
O my dear
Make me bold
So that I can bear
The atrocities of the world
Without shedding tear
And uttering a word
Word of grief
Agony and pain
O my dear
Make me smile
So that sadness get disappeared
And there is happiness
All along mile and mile
On the path of life
Like a wife
Be a part of my life
O my dear
Come and see
And help me
When I am in despair
Show me the ray of hope
In me develop
Strengths and grit
So that I can face defeat
And take life easy
Make me busy
Leave no time for tear
Despair and fear
Make it clear
You are dearer than dear

poem by Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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Never Grow Old

I had a dream
Strange it may seems
It was my perfect day

Open my eyes
I realize
This is my perfect day

Hope you never grow old
Hope you never grow old
Hope you never grow old
Hope you never grow old

Do-do-do-do

Birds in the sky
They look so high
This is my perfect day

I feel the breeze
I feel it is
It is my perfect day

Hope you never grow old
Hope you never grow old
Hope you never grow old
Hope you never grow old

Forever young
I hope you stay
Forever young
Do-do-do-do

song performed by by Cranberries from Wake Up And Smell The Coffee
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For Those Who Finally Quit

what is then the next thing
to do? retire
retreat
and hide?

consider this
what i did when i too feel like
the same thing that
you have

i retire but only to recuperate
i retreat only to evaluate
and hide but only to recharge
what energy i have lost

the next morning i shall move
again
another timing and strategy
another hope
and expectation that finally
luck shall be on my side
that fortune awaits those
that persist
that there is always a place
for those who wait
and do things again
despite.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If Hope Were...?

Hope...Do you know what is?

Hope, anything that one wants, and at
the moment of 'hope' they do not have.

If hope were a feeling, I would hope,
it be one of honesty and integrity.
I would hope it would be love and empathy.

If hope were a food, I would hope it
would be filled with nourishment.

If hope were music, I would hope, it
was the kind of music, that you loved.

If hope were a sound, I would hope it
would by a symphony of love.

If hope were a religion, I would hope it
was your religion. For as we all know,
the 'right religion' is one that you
believe in. For to think ones religion
is 'the right and only religion'
that would make billions of others,
who did not believe in your religion...wrong.
All religions, if one truly believes in
them, are the right ones...for you.

If hope were belief, then I would hope,
that belief would be, that there is one
Supreme Being; who is by-lingual and
of all faiths, and all creeds and colors.

If hope were knowledge, I would hope,
it had patience, understanding, the
ability of comprehending the other
persons point of view. I would also hope,
that it had an unquenchable thirst,
to continue to learn by experience and
research.

If hope could be seen, I would hope, all
would see, the good in their fellow man.

If hope were a wish, I would hope
that all your dreams, and ambitions
came true.

If hope were you...if hope were me, I
would hope, we never lost sight of
those less fortunate. I would hope
we would never be so self-centered
or busy, that we neglected to extend
a helping hand to those in need.

Finally if you hope this ends, let me
conclude by saying....

If hope were a human, I would hope, that it
realized, that if we want a better world,
then we have to be better ourselves.

poem by Joe Fazio
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B: X: Hope Concern

Fear by hope was eased,
Requiring that easing plight
Came and went at random,
Polishing fear's might.

Fear was much too proud
And that caused hope concern:
Hope had all the brains,
Fear no hope to learn.

Hope concerned its brains with fear,
Expressed fear so well,
Surprise hope found at any turn
Kept hope out of hell.

poem by Douglas Scotney
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Hope Again

HOPE AGAIN

Hope again.
What are without Hope?
If we cannot Hope
We cannot live.
And what do we need to hope for?
A small thing?
A crust of bread?
Any dream that helps us believe in ourselves again?
The morning light-
Beauty Truth Goodness.
A word of kindness.
Love true Love.
The greatest and the smallest things.
Hope gives us life
We need hope to live
Thank God for all the times in my life when unending despair ended
And Hope has begun again.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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