It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows how to use with wisdom the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland.
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My Teacher
all his life he had only one wish
that he dies
and that he must die a happy death
he prays a lot
and offers flowers and food and treasures to the gods
he makes sacrifices
he purifies himself everyday with holy baths and spiritual exercises
he walks miles and miles to reflect upon the graces
and the wisdom of old
but the gods have their own ways and style
he shall never have a happy death
he was given the status of an immortal god
instead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Not Rich In Money
I may not be rich in money but I'm rich of happiness
I don't care about money
Why?
Money can't buy everything, especially feelings
Money can't last forever
I'm happy even though I'm not rich
I have a good life, I have wonderful friends and families, and most of all: I am loved and cared
Being loved and cared is far better than having money
What will you choose?
Money or friendship and love?
I am grateful for all the things God gave me
Money doesn't matter
So what if you have a lot of money
But do you feel happy?
Being happy is more important than money
Why?
Because if you're not happy... it's hard to heal unhappiness as time goes by
I am happy as long as my family and friends care about me
I am happy to have such wonderful friends and family that supports me everyday
I am happy
Even if I'm poor... but I'm happy because my family and friends fill my heart with laughters, jokes, and smile in which all the burdens and stress flows away like the wind
Being poor is good though
You see poor people that are happy
Because they have each other
You can do anything with each other and do anything together
I am thankful God...
Thank you forgiving me such a wonderful life with the best friends and family in the world
Thank you for making me feel happiness everyday
Thank you God, for supoorting me, my family, and my friends
Thank you God, for protecting everybody in this world. Even you.
Melodrama
poverty drives him away
as she stays in the faraway village
her hands cold her heart so empty
he works so hard in the city
the promises of love makes him endure
the pain and sorrow
she waits for those long years
she keeps herself pure all for him
he comes back bringing his fortune
now wanting to ask her hand in marriage
her parents force her to marry
the son of the rich merchant in the city
disappointed she kills herself
she is found hanging on the ceiling of the mansion
he leaves the place wanting to forget
he writes love poems that end in tragedy
always in his dreams she is with him
the following morning he meets his happy death
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Psalm 127
The blessing of God on the business and comforts of life.
If God succeed not, all the cost
And pains to build the house are lost;
If God the city will not keep,
The watchful guards as well may sleep.
What if you rise before the sun,
And work and toil when day is done;
Careful and sparing eat your bread,
To shun that poverty you dread;
'Tis all in vain, till God hath blessed;
He can make rich, yet give us rest:
Children and friends are blessings too,
If God our Sovereign make them so.
Happy the man to whom he sends
Obedient children, faithful friends:
How sweet our daily comforts prove
When they are seasoned with his love!
poem by Isaac Watts
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Oh! Death!
i'm afraid of death
i'm so scared
think about death make me mad
no, i'm afraid to die
to lay in the coffin alone
no, it sound so scary
mum, i'm afraid to die
i'm still young to die
i'm afraid of death
i'm afraid to be buried
it is dark in the grave
no, im afraid
i wish death is not exist
why must i die one day?
i'm afraid of death
poem by Renathe Paulinus
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Loneliness
When youve had enough
When youve got it bad enough
And you cant let go
When it comes to blows
And you start to overflow
But you cant get home
Its a subtle kind of cruel
It taps my spine
Here Im drawing a line
Im asking you please
Dont you wanna be
Happy with me?
Dont you wanna be
Happy with me?
Im afraid if you dont come around soon
Ill turn sadder than you ever were
I know the loneliness is worse
Youve gotta try...
Decembers all alone
And hes calling me on the phone
But he sounds so cold...
He says he loves me so
But how would I ever know?
Certain words grow old
Its a vicious kind of catch
It sides me blind
Now Im out of my mind
I wanna scream
Dont you wanna be
Happy with me?
Dont you wanna be
Happy with me?
Im afraid if you dont come around soon
Ill turn sadder than you ever were
The loneliness is worse
Youve gotta try...
Love liked me long ago
It had a way of making everyone the same
But how the angels
(how the angels)
Must laugh inside
(singing with me now)
With me screaming with you
And needing you this way
(needing you this way)
Oh, why dont you wanna be
Happy with me?
Dont you wanna be
Happy with me?
Im afraid if you dont come around soon
Ill turn sadder than you ever were
I know the loneliness is worse
Youve gotta try...
To stay mine
All the way
Dont you wanna be
Happy with me?
Dont you wanna be
Happy with me?
Im afraid if you dont come around soon
Ill turn sadder than you ever were
Its got a way of making everyone the same
Its got a way of making everyone the same
Its got a way of making everyone the same
Its got a way of making everyone the same
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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The Joy Of Achievement
Very sweet indeed is the joy of achievement,
A joy that is truly God-sent,
Something that causes us to be happy for long,
And causes us to break out in song.
The joy of a job well done,
Is the best of joys under the Sun,
Anyone would rather have it indeed,
To eternal happiness does it lead.
Rare indeed is this particular joy,
We cannot it lend or buy,
Something that comes after hard work,
For a hard worker everywhere it does lurk.
The fruit of tiresome years,
That comes amidst apprehensions and fears,
It is sweeter than any known fruit,
A hard worker it does properly suit.
A joy sweet it indeed is,
It causes one to have a feeling of bliss,
Something that is rarer than gold,
That gives joy untold.
poem by Pratheek Praveen
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Don't Be Afraid
Baby don't be afraid of
Afraid of my love
Since we've been together baby
It hasn't been too long
But I slowly feel myself
Falling love again
And I want to give you more of what I have inside
But if I open up to you
Baby you got to love me too
[2] - Everytime I think about the time we spend together baby
Holding hands and making love
Long walks and morning talks
I can't believe you only thought
We were friends
Boy you can't pretend
[1] - Baby don't be afraid of
Afraid of my love
My baby don't be afraid of
Afraid of my love
Take some time to listen boy
It's not so hard to do
Why can't you understand
After all that we've been through
If you cut away your pride
And search within yourself
I know you'll change your mind
Cause I'll be with someone else
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 2]
If I didn't have you baby
I don't know what I'd do
Cause you make me happy and I'm
Giving you all my love
I never want to be without you
I don't know what I'd do
Cause you make me happy so boy
Don't be afraid of my love
[Repeat 1]
song performed by by Faith Evans from Faith Evans
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To Be (Love Poem)
Sometimes it’s hard to be apart
Sometimes it’s hard to be brave
Sometimes it’s hard to be cold
Sometimes it’s hard to be daring
Sometimes it’s hard to be early
Sometimes it’s hard to be friends
Sometimes it’s hard to be good
Sometimes it’s hard to be happy
Sometimes it’s hard to be in-love
Sometimes it’s hard to be just
Sometimes it’s hard to be kind
Sometimes it’s hard to be lovely
Sometimes it’s hard to be mellow
Sometimes it’s hard to be nasty
Sometimes it’s hard to be out
Sometimes it’s hard to be poor
Sometimes it’s hard to be quiet
Sometimes it’s hard to be ready
Sometimes it’s hard to be simple
Sometimes it’s hard to be together
poem by Ian Beckett
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Poverty and Indigence.
Poverty and Indigence.
Is it poverty, ?
Is it indigence, ?
The Master of Paranoia,
Do they know poverty, ?
When they lack troth,
When you are in poverty,
Theres no water,
No clothes,
No basic needs,
Indigence is when you are in the streets,
You keep on calling,
Saying,
I be here and saying I'm poor,
You're rich, oh stiff creature,
You're having eyes and can walk,
Lovable creature,
You never missed a single bliss since Creation,
You're never poor,
Ever rich,
Forever rich for the Heavenly Sanctuary.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Love You To Death
Marriage isn't always black and white
It is on this subject I feel I must write
Sometimes it's black and blue
Like it was that night
The night of their first fight
'For better or for worse'
Things were so much better at first
She feels the worse is yet to come
But better days...
She hopes there will be some
'To have and to hold'
Behind those walls he could be so cold
Marriage isn't always black and white
Sometimes it isn't even right
Even when you try with all your might
Because sometimes it's red
As red as the blood she bled
The blood she bled from her stubborn head
'From this day foward'
She tried to understand the love he had for her
and the hell she had to endure
'Til death do you part'
I know she loved him with all her heart
She gave her blood and her tears
And told no one of her fears
Right up to her very last breath
When she finally let him love her to death
poem by Dyna Misery
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Sonnet: The Magic of Poverty
A birth in poverty is luck supreme!
A death in poverty, a great blessing;
A life of poverty is rare a dream;
Achievements great, stark poverty can bring.
’Tis poverty that goads nations do feats;
’Tis poverty that stimulates scientists;
In everything, poverty, wealth just beats;
The greatest men were in poverty’s lists.
And poverty lessens our worries much;
Account to God will be much easier;
Poverty gives the saint a divine touch;
In poverty, poets can fly higher!
Poverty helps to shun worldly pleasures;
A soul in poverty, Heaven allures.
9-14-2002
poem by John Celes
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Im Afraid
Afraid of the dark
Afraid of the light
Dont walk in the park
Afraid of the night
Afraid to get stabbed
Or hit by a car
Afraid of the streets
Afraid to go far
Afraid of the sky
Dont like to be high
I dont want to fall
Afraid I might die
Afraid of my friends
Dont like to be seen
Afraid to be nice
Afraid to be mean
Afraid that the wind
Will knock over trees
Afraid of my dog
Afraid of his fleas
[chorus]
Peace of mind
Hard to keep
Hard to find
Look ahead
Look behind
Looking for
Peace of mind
Cant relax
Cant unwind
Deep inside
Secret mind
Oh no!
Afraid to be caught
Afraid to be free
Afraid to make love
Afraid of vd
Afraid of the rain
Dont like to get wet
Afraid to take drugs
They make me forget
Afraid that the air
Will make me get sick
Afraid that a girl
Will cut off my....oh!
Someone tell me how it happened
Why my head is so confused
Can it be my circuits finally blew a fuse
Can a human being really change into a humanoid
Or is my imagination paranoid
All I need is peace and quiet, maybe just a little time
Turn the channel, turn the channel piece of mind
[repeat chorus]
Afraid of success
Afraid to grow old
Afraid that my brain
Is covered with mold
Afraid that I might
Ce put on a shelf
But thats not the least, oh, oh!
Afraid of myself
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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About Us......
our sensitivities
grow in a glass house
hardened
by incoming stones
who is afraid of the pieces
of broken glasses?
our wrists are experienced
sufferers
they heal themselves in
due time
we know what the word
endure means
by heart
we are devoured somehow
but still whole
in those vomits
do they find us bitter pills?
don't they know that we are the cure
of those unreasonable fears?
those stones turn out
to be marshmallows getting more
delicious looking
at the flames
on those cold evenings
beneath the
darkness in the forest
we eats stones
no longer afraid of indigestion
our guts
have kept the morning glories
glorious gods
with hardened walls
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Loneliness Is Worse
When youve had enough
When youve got it bad enough and you cant let go
When it comes to blows
And you start to overflow
And you cant get home
Its a subtle kind of cruel
It taps my spine here
Im drawing a line
Im asking please
Dont you want to be happy with me?
Im afraid if you dont come around soon Ill turn sadder than you ever were
And youll learn loneliness is worse
Youve got to try
Decembers all alone and hes calling me on the phone
But he sounds so cold
He says he loves me so
But how would I ever know?
Certain words grow old
Its a vicious kind of catch
It sides me blind now
Im out of my mind
I want to scream
Dont you want to be happy with me?
Im afraid if you dont come around soon Ill turn sadder than you ever were
And youll learn loneliness is worse
Youve got to try
Love liked me long ago
It had a way of making everyone the same
But now the angels must laugh and sigh
To hear me pleading with you
Needing this you this way
Oh why dont you want to be happy with me?
Im afraid if you dont come around soon Ill turn sadder than you ever were
And youll learn loneliness is worse
Youve got to try to stay mine all the way
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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Tax
Tax is for the welfare of the masses
That’s why more tax should levied
Upon the rich than the poor
In such a manner
So that a desired balance is maintained.
There should be no filthy rich
In a poor country
So the government should impose tax
On this people couple of times more
Than the ordinary rich.
Education tax, poverty elimination tax
And tax to rehabilitate the beggars
Can be imposed on the very rich.
The government must go for moderate tax
For the poor people
And they should not slaughter the hen
That lays egg of gold.
The Muslims should give tax properly
Since it is obligatory for them
So in a Muslim country
The government should highlight this
In order to increase revenue.
poem by Asif Andalib
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The Poor Is Wealthy
Blessings upon them conceived,
And the rich becomes empty,
By the root of evil they are deceived.
The humble rejoice,
Knowing life in the balance
Prayers are answered with grace,
Gods will in our conscience.
Whatever you magnify,
Will become your god,
The poor is wealthy,
Sometimes they are sad.
When their eyes are wet,
Like blur violet, it's hard to be proud
Feeling totally inadequate,
The poor put their trust in God.
Blessed are the poor in spirit;
For theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Those who recognize they have no credit
There is treasure stored up for them.
Some are rich and have acquired wealth,
God chosen those who are poor,
In the eyes of the world to be rich in faith,
And inherit a kingdom on the celestial shore.
poem by Gerry Legister
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Gods
Gods of the white man,
Gods of the black man,
Gods of the almond shade
all of these Gods
have done one thing,
made the people afraid.
Gods of the red man,
Gods of the brown man
Gods of the yellow hue,
all of these Gods
have done the same
divided them into
Separate people
who've been led to believe
their God is the holy one
to save their souls
and pardon them
and deliver them
from earthly sin.
How can there be
so many Gods?
Isn't there only one?
One for every single soul
born unto this earth.
He's every color that there is
since the world's begun.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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When Good People Become Friends
When Good People Become Friends
Things work better.
Things work together
Things work out.
When Good People Become Friends
Listening become hearing
seeing become insight
Attention becomes nurture.
When Good People Become Friends
Generosity becomes sharing
Sacrifices become pleasures
Rightful obedience becomes an uncommon delight.
When Good People Become Friends
Joys become happiness
Comfort becomes peace
Needs become an abundance.
When Good people Become Friends
Acquaintances become friendships
Concern becomes caring
Likenesses become divine love.
When Good People Become Friends
Traveling becomes a journey
Endeavors come into fruition
Living becomes Life.
When Good People Become Friends
Gifts become blessings
Blessings become anointings
Anointings become endowments.
When Good People Become Friends
Love becomes power
Weaknesses become strength
And death, Death becomes a new birth.
When Good People Become Friends.
poem by Cecelia Weir
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Give God A Ride!
we have spent centuries
running from gods,
and making sacrifices
to our own fears!
afraid of death,
and so afraid to live,
we race maddened to the flame.
trying to conceive
an ideal, afraid
to see, to touch,
the reality before us!
god looks alot like
the people we're bombing,
smells like the homeless man
in the alley,
weeps with the hungry
into an empty bowl!
you want to touch the sacred?
touch the stranger,
the orphaned child,
the addict and the prisoner...
the one you bury,
the ones you send to war.
take a deep breath,
you can smell the desire...
of the lover, the planter,
the poet, and the thief!
stop, and give god a ride,
even better, an ear!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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