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Destiny Decides

Destiny decides
Don't be deceived
But destiny decides
You nailed me in the head
You short me in the heart
Ignoring all the fact
Let the clouds get fold
Keep secrete the truth
But the story is yet to be told
That a glory of a man
Is purer than gold
The old may refuse to reason
But a tree bearing fort fruit
Means it is in it season
What is happening
Is that which is to happen
What is written is written

poem by Matt Ancient
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The Sour Lemon Tree

A sour lemon tree flower attracts the bee
While its fruit is bitter not so its flower
White is its flower sweet and very pretty
Only the fruit is bitter and that's just a pity
As the beauty of its flower resist not a bee
It's the simple truth
Or see the sour lemon tree

With fruit that is bitter bears a lemon tree
But useful is its fruit good for everyday use
Once said a bee... your flower is very sweet
It carries fragrance scented out in the street
Yet bears you fruit bitter no one wants to eat
It's partly the truth
Or see the sour lemon tree

A citrus tree with fruit no other tree bears
Then out of the tree came a nice neat voice
'Twas like a voice of one who's very wise
This is what it said trees are not so free
One made a decree for every bearing tree
It's partly the truth
Or see the sour lemon tree

The Creator decides the fruit a tree bears
Whether it be bitter or whether it be sweet
The Creator decrees for every bearing tree
To bring forth fruit ordained for it to bear
Then sweet or bitter bears a tree its fruit
It's the simple truth
Or see the sour lemon tree.

poem by Clarence Prince
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Destiny

Flirt with me today
and you may lust for my tomorrows.
Seek the fate I have in store for you
And you may have not time for borrow.

Destiny has it written
Written down in every page well.
It is the fate we all must spend in life
Destiny has you under its destined spell.

Some may make it to the top
Then some not even to take a step.
But whatever you think you all deserve
It is but destiny in this life you'll get!

Some may seem to die before their time
Then others you wonder why they've not?
You see that is just their destiny
And it is all of what they'd got.

Some rich, some poor as church mice
Then others never seem to have to work at all!
It all lie within their destiny you see
It lie within each destiny that was called.

poem by Linda Winchell
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He Decides

Cant you hear them whispering
Around you all the time
Cant you tell the difference between
Things when youre in love
I hear your voice is trembling
Everytime when hes around
Your detached engagements
In the things I say means love, oh
He decides whether you should smile
Whether you should cry
Whether you should be happy
He decides whether you should smile
Whether you should cry
Whether you should be sad
If he doesnt love you
Youre afraid that you cant go on
Living without loving
Never makes a person strong, no
If he really loves you
Let him show you that instead
I will be here with you
cause I know that youre afraid of love
He decides whether you should smile
Whether you should cry
Whether you should be happy
He decides whether you should smile
Whether you should cry
Whether you should be sad
Youll never change my mind my friend
Dont let that feeling go
This love might change your world around
In time youll have to know, oh yeah
Whether you should go
Oh yeah
He decides whether you should smile
Whether you should cry
Whether you should be happy
He decides whether you should smile
Whether you should cry
Whether you should be sad
Whether you should be happy
Whether you should cry
Whether you should be happy
He decides
Whether you
I know that
He decides

song performed by by Ace Of Base
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An executive is a person who always decides sometimes he decides correctly, but he always decides.

quote by John H. Patterson
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An executive is a person who always decides; sometimes he decides correctly, but he always decides.

quote by John H. Patterson
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Keeping A Light

Written by natalie cole
Hey, did you happen to see my sweet baby?
He was walkin on down the road
Tell him for me that if you see him tonight
Everything is alright
cause I know how he gets when hes low
Oh, hes a beautiful man
Kinda hard to understand but
Hes the only good man that I know
Wont you tell him for me
Im keepin a light shinin in the window
Just in case he decides to come home
Shining in the window just in case he decides to come home
(hes a beautiful man, kinda hard to understand)
But hes the only good man that I know
Wont you tell him for me? (tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him)
Im keeping a light (tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him) shining in the window
Just in case he decides to come home (ooh, ah)
Shining in the window
Just in case he decides to come home
Oh, we had quite a spat and that was all that but
We both said things that we didnt mean
Wont you tell him for me (tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him)
Im keeping a light (tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him) shining in the window
Just in case he decides to come home (ooh, ah)
Shining in the window
In case he decides to come home
Im keepin (ooh, ah) a light, baby
Just in case he decides to come home
Cant (ooh, ah) you see the light?
Cant (ooh, ah) you see the light?
Keepin (ooh, ah) a light, baby
Just in case he decides to come home
Oh, (tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him) just in case, just in case
Im keeping a light, baby (tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him)
Just in case, just in case
Oh say can you see (tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him)
My light, shinin, shining, (just in case) shining
I wonder can you see my light shinin, (tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him, just in case) burnin, shinin, burnin, shinin, burnin

song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Nature Is The Destiny Maker: Boo, Boo, Cried Bobby - A Barmy Head!

Nature is full of unraveled mysteries, cultures and histories;
Nature is full of flowing rills with growing thrills - oh human joker!
Nature nurtures dreams of utility by shaping your personality,
Yahoo! Nature is full of beautiful colors and heaven sent flowers
Nature is the destiny maker, boo, boo, cried Bobby – a barmy head!
Holy smoke, holy cow! Oh, little mackerel! Nature has ethereal power.

Papal tree and papaya fruit, coconut and grape fruit for you
Banyan tree and banana fruit, Almond tree apple fruit for you
Even if you are lost in thoughts futile – don’t worry – oh, lawbreaker!
Nature instills hope with an eternal source utile – be merry.
Nature is the destiny maker, boo, boo, cried Bobby – a barmy head!
Holy smoke, holy cow! Oh, little mackerel! Nature has ethereal power.

Blue Sky, white clouds, yellow stars are there for you,
Moon’s twilight and sun’s delight is for you and me,
Be a bird watcher and be with nature, oh, you and me!
Go and bow in front of rainbow, rain is for you and me.
Nature is the destiny maker, boo, boo, cried Bobby – a barmy head!
Holy smoke, holy cow! Oh, little mackerel! Nature has ethereal power.

poem by Harindhar Reddy
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The Story Of Modern Verses

The story that had started in wonder
The story that had started in pain
The story that always remained untold
The story that could never unfold
The reality of complex human natures
The story that could only capture
The superficial aspects of humanity
That is the story of modern verses
That is the only story of our modern age.

There comes the hatred full of love
And love full of hatred
There stands the familiarity at a distance
And a distant association and nearness
More glorified than any day to day familiarity.

The story of modern verses always reminds us
About the shallowness of modernity
About the obscurity of the material world.

This story once told shall touch the base
And would make everybody else to lose the race
Because winning is no more the destiny,
The destiny is only love, faith and submission
The destiny is only achieved by losing
At all phases of life - as the winning game
Is full of distortions and unhappiness.

The story of modern verses clicks in the mind of society
To push it through the hollow modern age
And make it reach the destiny of truth and harmony.

poem by Somsubhro Ghosh
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I searched for Him

I searched for Him
But found only rays and beam
No shape, nothing but only fire
I had to bow my head and admire

There was something unknown power that guided universe
Was it divine, imagery or only in verses?
We have simply followed which is in religious books
No one answers clearly and no one can say it is cooked too

Yes it is fact that some one is driving us
May be belief, allegiance, or trust
Someone who is not on ground but above earth
Decides our destiny and takes us away after death

For a second if we take death as no threat
What can happen if human being is made immortal?
I fear chaos, plunder and loot everywhere
Even small kid will raise an arm and dare

Yes, we are feared of only one power
We all call him as almighty and ultimate savior
Offer as much as possible while bowing head
But fail to recognize his might and refuse to read

I find joy while offering small peace of bread
To a beggar or to an animal that actually needs
Did we ever notice gratefulness on their part and read?
Animal might have shaken tail and man with head

So futile search ended here with no more quests
All doubts, apprehensions and fears naturally rested
There is no eagerness now as to who is our master
Man can only be responsible as master blaster

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Writer's Author

GOD had written a story
in a book called 'destiny'
all things and even not-a-things are listed
and won't be missed

even Shakespeare could write the beautiful romeo n Juliet,
the story of Othello, Hamlet
or even he could made the beautifullest sonnet
GOD had written about all writer and poet

GOD is writer's author

March 2009

poem by Arif Furqan
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It’s called the inner city

On death row I ask what happen to me
This is not the way it was suppose be
So I drag my mind trying to recall
The life I had beyond these prison walls
I see
Thin walls no privacy
Big yard, living in close proximity

It’s called the inner city
It’s called the inner city
A city no one build for me
It’s called the inner city
Yes it has shaped my destiny

On death row I ask what happen to me
This is not the way it was suppose be
So I drag my mind trying to recall
The life I had beyond these prison walls
I see

Adults sit around
Getting shot and maim
Children run around
Oblivious
Playing their games
In the filth that flows untamed

It’s called the inner city
It’s called the inner city
A city no one build for me
It’s called the inner city
Yes, it has shaped my destiny

On death row I ask what happen to me
This is not the way it was suppose be
So I drag my mind trying to recall
The life I had beyond these prison walls
I see
How hard I try not to run with the pack
But against me the cards were stack
They need protection they need someone
But you can’t protect them with empty hand
In the inner city

It’s called the inner city
Poverty, amidst luxury
A city no one build for me
It’s called the inner city
Yes, it has shaped my destiny

Political connections, fearless and strong
Dispensing justice with an even hand
Truth be told, I am a ladies’ man
So naturally they call me the “Don”
In the inner city

It’s called the inner city
It’s called the inner city
A city, no one build for me
It’s called the inner city
Yes, it has shaped my destiny

Now on death row
Soon, I’ll go
I am guilty?
No one will know
The script is written and sing like a song
They used, refused and then they kill the “Don”
In the inner city

Hah, ha, ha, a, a, a
Hah, ha, ha, a, a, a

poem by Ikhalfani Solan
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What We Write Sometimes Strike Us

after a day
i read what has been written

it shocks me sometimes to see
a different picture

bearing another interpretation
of these realities

it is like a tree bearing new surprises
of leaves and flowers

not on its proper season yet
June is usually the month of its fruits

there must be error for the month of May
something strikes me

things pop out, a word a phrase
losing their meanings

faded, and scratched
sometimes i ask, what is this?

this is not it, not me,
how come that it is here?

i drag it in a socket of the bone
to keep it

it protrudes as a fracture
a story with a plot of its own

a poem whose metaphor
anymore, i cannot decipher.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I will make you my destiny

Come sit besides me for a short while,
In my eyes I'll capture your picture,
and I will make you my destiny.

On papery heart I will draw your sketch,
will hide it in the corner easy to fetch,
I will make you my destiny.

You will remain always there,
my heartbeat you will be for ever,
I will make you my destiny.

You will understand whatever I say,
and I will understand what you say,
I will make you my destiny.

I want you and only you,
you're my life's prayer/ destination true,
I will make you my destiny.

renukakkar 17.2.2012
Copyright@2012

poem by Renu Kakkar
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Sonnet: Glory

Man tries his level-best to gain glory,
In short a time and by all covert means;
His life gets spent with mind in this worry,
Knowing not that they are but earthly scenes!

One’s glory got by climbing high a peak,
Will stay forev’r if done by hardest way;
But glory o’er-night, others try to seek,
That plummets down to earth during the day!

All earthly glory vanishes with time;
Some may remain for centuries to come;
The wisest man will make his life sublime,
By keeping eyes fixed on heaven- God’s home!

The glory got by man’s efforts lasts not;
Each word from mouth of God decides one’s lot!

poem by John Celes (26 December 2006)
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Sonnet 'Memory

After that day of our departure,
I gave my soul nothing but torture,
Calling you to memory all the time,
Made my moments the most sublime,

You were here with me like the sun of dawn,
Sat I looking you ending in smoke every plan,
How can I stop you, knowing no way no reason,
To have forever in my heart a lily, rose' season,

Is this my fate this my destiny? Looted and in despair,
Or with your hand will my hand be ever in pair?
Will ever my tired head rest on your soft arm,
Will my name be written ever on your white palm?

I have a hope you will be mine and mine you are,
Like the moon accompanied by the brightest star,

poem by Jahan zaib
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Denstiny

Whatever it takes i will rule my destiny,
With no fear i will hunt my destiny.
Corrupt and exploited minds control my ways
But still i will get my destiny.

My destiny though tiny,
I will get it in full.
Never will i share it with anyone,
Not even my only one.

No man knows my destiny but God alone,
For life is but a dream.
And if at all we will wake up
i pray that i should wake up clean.

I let the talk, talk the talk,
And the walk, walk the walk
For it is those who seek that find,
And those he (God) pleases that he blesses.
But for me, blessed or not,
Either way i will live into my own story.
And get my destiny.

poem by Saint Thomas
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A Silken Cloth

Sometimes we look but cannot see
the beauty there before us.
Sometimes we let go of something
we should have hung onto.
This happens all the time
concerning matters of the heart.

Sometimes our head rules our heart
and something wonderful is lost.
In the years that follow,
we live with our regret
of not following our heart
instead of following our head.

We reflect in our memories
making up what might have been,
when it is too late for us
to turn back the clock.
Always wondering what would have happened
if we had followed our heart.

We cannot foresee the future
and our destiny is always shrouded
within a silken cloth.
We can only go where
our future plans to lead us,
and our destiny is written.

Our what ifs and wonderings
are just fragments of our dreams.
Reality is where we live
and our time is mapped out
in a future shrouded
within a silken cloth.

26 September 2011

poem by David Harris
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Race called life

I race with life from then till now
Yet I never did get to where I belong
Mother hold me and told me not to rush
Life is just a journey not a race to win
I may pass in many different roads
But it doesn’t change my destiny at all
For destiny is written in my palm
Cannot be ignored cannot be changed
Whatever holds on the future ahead
I’ll take it as challenge to find reality
Where lies the fulfillment of my being

poem by Darlene Williams
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Sonnet: On Destiny

No man need fear his Destiny's bad course,
When challenges, he meets resolutely;
Defying it and hitting hard with force;
with prudent action, that is done timely.

Who cares about destiny's monstrous face,
If man can take refuge in God's Love-shield?
Why worry of Destiny's losing case,
When God gives grace and much wisdom to field.

You must refuse defeat in many things;
Just labour hard towards success by heart;
Yet, patiently take whatever life brings;
The Creator will surely do his part.

No Destiny threatens a Lion-heart;
Nor earthly wealth to Heaven do we cart.

poem by John Celes
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Spirit of the Clouds

Spirit of the Clouds

oh! mind keeps me wonder, of how the sky brings
so bright, where all seems float like a dazzling
wings of the twinkling horizon of the night

tell me then my heart if you find my wizard tail,
hold on the moving clouds in the sky, lead me to
the wishing spirit of the sky, the bluest truth, that
all may come and go just like a wishing well of
endless dream I see

come never have doubt for only your inner heart
of the sky can blow the candle in the dark of the
night; here me my soul, as I touch the dearly heart
of dew in the clouds you fold in my bottomless
sky

wake me up in those seeking tiding clouds of
infinite reality, for know one leave the golden heart
in your own destiny.....I’ll go my love

poem by Antonio Liao
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