Bluster Too
We live in times replete
where mere contentiousness
and peace
compete;
where the loving soul
hides
not knowing how to sing in the dark.
If the herd stampedes to some popular view
pause first
rather than follow
will blim and bluster shape the morrow?
Small things in years
will matter least.
Life is the shaping force;
the sculpting of character
where the difference is learned between
large and small matters;
let the small ones die
bury them
with a loving flower
and your hand will gain the golden touch
which plucks
and spreads
true happiness
and with it the seeds
of true peace
and incidentally
abandoned
blim
and bluster.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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What I Learned From Loving You
Sometimes I still think of you
Love thats gone by and the things that I do.
Time heals hearts, so they all say
Passing of years slowly pulls the pain away
Oh, theres still a little tenderness
Left in everything I do
Its what I learned from loving you.
Its what I learned from loving you.
Times have changed, I have changed too
Even my eyes turned a deeper shade of blue
I guess its all that crying we went through
Its what I learned from loving you.
Its what I learned from loving you.
Well, I had too much to learn
To hold on to someone like you
It took losing you to make me see
The man you needed me to be.
I dont cry though were apart
And some day soon someone else
Will need this heart
Oh, next time Im gonna know
When a love is true
Its what I learned from loving you.
Its what I learned from loving you...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Small Town
Well I was born in a small town
And I live in a small town
Probly die in a small town
Oh, those small communities
All my friends are so small town
My parents live in the same small town
My job is so small town
Provides little opportunity
Educated in a small town
Taught the fear of jesus in a small town
Used to daydream in that small town
Another boring romantic thats me
But Ive seen it all in a small town
Had myself a ball in a small town
Married an l.a. doll and brought her to this small town
Now shes small town just like me
No I cannot forget where it is that I come from
I cannot forget the people who love me
Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town
And people let me be just what I want to be
Got nothing against a big town
Still hayseed enough to say
Look whos in the big town
But my bed is in a small town
Oh, and thats good enough for me
Well I was born in a small town
And I can breathe in a small town
Gonna die in this small town
And thats probly where theyll bury me
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Small Soul
Small soul’s alone in the night
It’s small
But it’s still a soul
The tiny light
That shines in the dark
Small soul glows dim in the fight
It’s small
But it’s really a soul
Though it looks weak
It’s struggling inside
Small soul keeps attracting my heart
It’s small
But it’s a beautiful soul
It may easily disappear
But it could also grow stronger
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Well, It Worked For Me
First thing I say each night
is
I am my own Lover;
my own best friend.
At first it was words
I did not mean
but over time
I could fill in detail
from little things
that happened each day.
Something positive to celebrate
no matter how small
a smile
a thing small but done
a sincere feeling
given and received.
Busy, I was
saying to my self
each night
building
the person
I want to become.
I added to this
just a small dream list
and acted as though
part of it was true
or coming true
and I found
done each night
my part wish
part recognition
of my small things day
could make part
of my small dreams
also come true.
So over time
I could become
not only Someone
but I could be
the kind of person
I was looking for.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Loving You
(words & music by jerry leiber - mike stoller)
I will spend my whole life through
Loving you, loving you.
Winter, summer, spring-time, too,
Loving you, loving you.
Makes no difference where I go or what I do.
You know that Ill always be loving you.
If Im seen with someone new,
Dont be blue, dont be blue.
Ill be faithful Ill be true;
Always true, true to you.
There is only one for me, and you know who.
You know that Ill always be loving you.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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A touch of happiness
Could I ever have the happiness
of those who cannot walk
having a first step even if small?
Could I ever have the happiness
of those unsighted feeling
shadows for the first time?
Could I have the happiness
of music heard by one who
hear no sound?
Could I have the happiness
of the hungry parent
able to feed a child?
Could I have the happiness
of ones who after hard falls
finds no more holes?
......................................... ...........................
Did we forgot how to appreciate what we have, the small things, have we forgotten our priorities? ..Do we really need to gain a big loss for the chance to touch happiness?
What
IS
Happiness? ?
poem by Elena Sandu
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The ultimate sin...
Or soul is black when it doesn't sing true,
How many lies must be told before they become true?
Your soul only exists because god gave you one,
And he shall take it and mould it, tell you where you belong...
And if you wish to live a better and worthwhile life,
Then pray to god to take away all of your strife.
A life without god is deemed to be hell,
Looking at the world today, how can we tell?
Let me be, let me breathe, let me live, let me die,
Reveal who I am and please tell me why.
Am I only here because god gave me life?
Yet his cosmic plan seems filled with strife...
We are all the masters of our own true goal,
So we are all the god that rules our soul.
Some choose to be prick's in a troublesome way,
For good and evil live with us each day...
If god really is the one who own's my soul,
Then what the hell is his ultimate goal?
For living my life with all of my kin,
Just seems to be my one true sin...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
God has become the most popular scapegoat for man... Lets stop blaming the magic man that lives in the sky and realise... We're the one's that fucked it up... And we're the ones who can fix it...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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My Believe
I believe
That we should care for everyone as we live in a society.
I believe
That true friendship continues to grow
Same goes for true love.
I believe
That you should always leave everyone with loving words.
I believe
That it will take a long time to become the person I want to be.
Because I believe nothing is impossible.
I believe
That there is no word like Luck
It totally depends on your work.
I believe
That change only occurs
When u analyze your small small mistakes
I believe
Miracle only happens
When you understand your own fault before others.
I believe
That anyone can keep going long alone
I believe
That we are responsible for what we do or did
I believe
That heroes are the people who do work with regardless of the consequences.
I believe
That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down
Still there will be the ones to help you get back up
That is loving God.
I believe
That maturity comes from different types of experiences you've had and what you've
learned from from your every mistakes
I believe
That it is easy to be forgiven by others.
Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
I believe
That our background and circumstances may have influenced
who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.
I believe
That great people look at the exact same thing what other see
but see it something totally different.
I believe
That when a needy person cries out to you
you will find the strength to help them
How much you can.
I believe
winner never quit or quitter never win
I believe
That cruel & rude way on your way
Do not make you a decent human being
I believe
That we should not change our life
Life will change for us by our works
I believe
Life is a poem, so write your own story
Life is a song, so sing your own song
Life is a game, so play with different tricks
Life is a full of fun, so lets enjoy it.
poem by Sweta Leena Panda
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Your Heart
So you’ve given your Heart to me…
Do I keep it or give it back
Do I at all need it
Was it worth the wait
Why did you lose your heart to me?
Or did you give it out of sympathy…
Do you think I deserved it…
Or was it one of your many
Give-aways
As you’ve always done with ‘others’ of my kind
Or were you being sincere, loving and true
When you considered giving me:
Your Heart
And will you take it back from me
Once the ‘rosiness’ is over…
When we’ve had our share of making love,
When you no longer fancy me,
Having ‘felt’ me inside-out…
And then give it to that someone else
who would woo you as I did
Mind you, my love…
If ever you could be loved so much
It has to be me, and only me…
I’ve been true to God and You,
loving Him and loving You…
at peace with my loneliness,
I learned to live, longing for you…
‘merely existing’ – you might say,
Yet still livable than a ‘living death’
Once you snatch your heart from me…
So my love, there is still time,
Tell me it’s not yet true:
That you falling for me
Cannot ever and ever be true…
Let me keep on loving you
Longing for you
Just the way I do
Forever and ever and ever so…
You keep your heart to yourself
for I don’t yet deserve you,
and you don’t have to heed me
just so as I keep asking you.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Feed the soul...
As we contemplate our life's true goal,
How can we make a happy soul.
We each of us work toward untold bliss,
From our earliest days we crave love's kiss.
We seek the harmony of love's embrace,
So we all can find our happy place.
But love can reveal her hidden thorns,
That pierce the heart like demons horns.
Some think true joy lies in great wealth,
Blinded they forsake the souls true health.
These fools are soon obsessed by need,
They become reviled for all their greed.
Some believe true love is family and friends,
To another plateau of joy they send.
But treachery by those can scar the soul,
And leave in the heart a terrible hole.
Others think the church will fill a need,
So they pray to god their soul to feed.
My heart does pity those baffled fools,
For in the church deception rules.
True happiness I think is different for all,
To feed a soul the differences are small.
When the heart is pure and the soul is kind,
Then peace and love we all shall find...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Perhaps Especially In Old Age/How Happiness Comes Suddenly From Such Small Things
PERHAPS ESPECIALLY IN OLD AGE/HOW HAPPINESS COMES SUDDENLY FROM SUCH SMALL THINGS
Perhaps especially in old age,
How happiness comes suddenly from such small things-
The surprising sight of glistening leaves,
A shaft of sunlight on a cold morning,
The sky opening up after the rain-
Small perceptions and deep feelings
Happiness from such small things
even in old age.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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At Pee Itch
this is small time
no one bothers
he is small time
no one is bothered
but he is here
with all the small timers
in this
small time endeavor
in this
small time corner
of the world
to him it matters
it is important
and so it matters
even if they who
are big and beautiful
do not mind about
what matters
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Small Talk
Its not the chapters he reads when youre feeling low down
Its not the touch of his skin when you kiss him goodnight
Its not the money he spends when you want to buy a daydream
And not that miracle smile that makes the sky bright
Its not the way his hands behave
When youve turned out the light
Its the small, small small talk that makes it all happen
Small, small small talk that makes you want to fly, yes it does
Its not the way he believes in you like a religion
Its not the thrill that you get when hes holding you tight
Its not the way his eyes persuade
You to stay the night
Its the small, small small talk that makes it all happen (just like that)
Small, small small talk that makes you feel like flying, yes it does
Information, heart and soul, a whisper, a word
Confessions that have to be heard
Small small talk
Come on now, come on now
Come on - you make it rock so heavenly
Come on now, come on now
Come on - you seem to talk so heavenly
Big words...
Small talk...
Its not the way his eyes persuade
You to stay the night
Its the small, small small talk that makes it all happen
Small, small small talk that makes you feel like flying, yes it does
song performed by by Roxette
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Nothing Else Matters
Do I love you?
Let me tell ya,
My mona lisa with a smile,
Knowing all that weve been through,
Together,
Weve lasted for a while.
Hasnt it been so easy?
But life can be that way,
You made all the mountains,
Seem so small.
cause when theres love,
True love,
Nothing else matters,
At all.
Those precious moments,
Are filled with so much tears and laughter;
Funny how the time does fly.
Was it all a plan,
Or some passing chances?
I wont ask the reason why.
If I say I love you,
Let me tell you like it is,
Love you till the stars stars,
All start to fall.
cause when theres love,
True love,
Nothing else matters,
At all.
When I say I love you,
Let me tell you like it is,
Love you till the stars,
All start to fall.
Yes when there is love,
True love.
Yes when there is love,
True love.
Yes when there is love, true love;
Nothing else matters,
Nothing else matters,
Nothing else matters,
At all......
song performed by by Lionel Richie
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Reflections In A Country Churchyard (Cavatina Sequence)
At the very foot of some green hillocks
covered in
orange flowering aloes and proteas
some rows begin
in a place of tranquillity and rest;
avoid of sin
my father and some saints await the call
of God's clarion gathering large and small.
Some cypress trees are waving in the breeze,
wild doves wander
cooing in the trees, in some rocks a small
salamander
hides from the heat while grass covers the veldt,
no noise slander
through the aeons the rest of forefathers
while that graveyard them together gathers.
Those people had a true great compassion
for fellow men,
were religious zealots but different,
they did know when
to stand back and be selfless in their love,
to find Eden,
daily in sincerity they walked,
of much greater Godly things they talked.
Strange it may seem today but all their time
and wealth was spent
to follow their Godly master's calling;
sacred, decent
were their lives in their love of Him and man,
each small talent
went only to the Lord's eternal cause
for themselves they did not even pause.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Message To The 77 Years Olds.
I passed 77 years old yesterday,
Looking forward peace, self confidence & health in every way.
This will be the 12th 7 year cycle for me,
When joy for ever should start and I am happy to be with Thee.
I let go all the misery of the past,
Open my mind for true happiness at last,
Let come everything to me easily,
Never more problems, just the best of life daily.
I open my mind to be able to handle everything
With ease and enjoyment under God's wing.
Let come what was meant to me from the beginning,
Live my life in true happiness & my praises I gratefully sing.
Believe it or not this message was meant
For all who passed 77 years age,
Do your best to find true contentment
And happiness in your life's voyage.
Let go the destroying will,
Let God guide and show you how to stand still.
Let peace, kindness & contentment be your guide,
Be a traveler of life's road, let God give you the ride.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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True peace.
Peace, that is all the world needs.
but how long could peace last?
As the hearts of trouble ones,
are at large.
And for peace to settle on each of hearts,
is for a certain wants.
But how is it to find true peace?
That is if to just image of trouble,
and peace can no longer stay.
That there is so much of the world's problems,
that even the slightest peace could not even live.
And so how can true peace still lives?
How can peace exist,
in this tiring world?
That seems only problems lives.
But sure there is true peace,
that comes from above,
that comes down like a dove.
From the One that loves the world,
and true peace that He gives,
that last for eternity.
That we can be sure,
that problems from the world,
are settle by Him.
For all praises shall be given unto Him,
for true peace comes from Him,
Jesus Christ.
poem by Lee Sharon
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Content.
All things bright and beautiful
all creatures great and small.
If you are rich and powerful.
Then you can have them all.
Each little flower that opens.
Each little bird that sings
If you can afford it; then
you can have all of these things
But cash cannot buy happiness
True happiness is not for sale.
So if you only seek success.
Although you win you’re bound to fail
The secret of true happiness
To have enough no more no less.
31/08/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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All We Want Is Peace (Please)
Peace, Peace, Please,
Please, Peace, Please,
There’s something we should do
That’s not been done
Something we can win
That’s not been won
Something we can SHOUT OUT
To end all their brutal war games
We Want Peace
Case for war was fake,
Don’t let it fade
More lives can be saved
Got to be brave
Something we can shout out,
We want peace, and we want it right now
Talking is Free
All we want is Peace
All we need is Peace
All we ask is Peace, Please
Peace is all we want
All we crave is Peace
All we miss is Peace
All we lack is Peace
Peace is all we want
Something we can ask,
Before it’s blown
Something we can grow
Before it’s grown
Small green shoots of Peace
To educate next infancy
Believe me
All we want is Peace
All we crave is Peace
All we wish is Peace, please
Peace is all we ask
It’s not a big task
Believe me
It’s easy.
All we want is Peace, All we want is Peace,
All we need is Peace, All we need is Peace.
Peace is all we want,
Peace is all we want
Peace is all we need,
Peace is all we need………………
poem by Gordon David
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The Canary In His Cage
SING away, ay, sing away,
Merry little bird,
Always gayest of the gay,
Though a woodland roundelay
You ne'er sung nor heard;
Though your life from youth to age
Passes in a narrow cage.
Near the window wild birds fly,
Trees are waving round:
Fair things everywhere you spy
Through the glass pane's mystery,
Your small life's small bound:
Nothing hinders your desire
But a little gilded wire.
Like a human soul you seem
Shut in golden bars:
Placed amidst earth's sunshine-stream,
Singing to the morning beam,
Dreaming 'neath the stars:
Seeing all life's pleasures clear,--
But they never can come near.
Never! Sing, bird-poet mine,
As most poets do;--
Guessing by an instinct fine
At some happiness divine
Which they never knew.
Lonely in a prison bright
Hymning for the world's delight.
Yet, my birdie, you're content
In your tiny cage:
Not a carol thence is sent
But for happiness is meant--
Wisdom pure as sage:
Teaching, the true poet's part
Is to sing with merry heart.
So, lie down thou peevish pen,
Eyes, shake off all tears;
And my wee bird, sing again:
I'll translate your song to men
In these future years.
'Howsoe'er thy lot's assigned,
Bear it with a cheerful mind.'
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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