Soul's Soliloquy
It’s said that universal single mind,
as in a flash it flowers in our individual mind,
hastens first in two directions: polar opposites,
and then and thus, duality..
then, within these mighty parameters,
all that we call our mind –
all our imagination, and its limits self-imposed,
all the great adventure of our human thought –
watchmaker’s intricacy, tumble-dryer, roller-coaster,
battleground of warring factions –
all that we call our mind..
and thus from time to time, one concept which I throw
into this zoo, my mind, at feeding-time –
suppose the Hindu view correct – or at least,
worth any animal’s good chew –
that our most inward part, call it
the soul or what you will, is on
an almost ageless learning curve of many lives:
each life as homework set by shrewd examiners
of the last life’s papers; homework set to test
this candid candidate: we know your strengths,
let’s now work upon your weaknesses…
and let’s see, which family
would best suit you, get you going
one way or another…turn you out
a better-rounded personality…
If this is so – and personally, I like
the divine symmetry of this tiger
in the night of destiny – I wonder why
I should have no inkling of those past and future
friends, so intimate – my past and future soul:
to say to one, you, my elder brother,
are you proud of me? Have I upheld
our family’s just pride?
and you, my younger brother –
or should I call you, son? I bequeath to you
the best I’ve got to leave you with…
some things you’ll need, I may have quite forgot;
for that, I’m sorry; but here, take my loving wishes,
have yourself a great, great time…
you’ll never know, I’ll never know, perhaps
how much we three love one another..
or, perhaps, we shall..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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In the white collar
In the white collar
Of the lowly sparrow
Puts me to mind of the priest
And the flying nun
I use to watch on b & w t v
T V outs me to mind
Patty Duke
And the twins
My sister and brother
Family raised in a cruel year
My brother puts me to mind
Of the men I call family
The gays met at the bar
The bar puts me to mind
Of the men I took home
Just for once for a night of joy
Joy puts me to mind
Of the time I expressed with setime puts me to mind
That now I am old
And self assured
In the way I go.
poem by David E. Patton
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my brother PJ
My brother my life, my soul, my blood. A love between a sister and a brother is far beyond any. My brother a creation of God and the unexplainable mysters of his work. My brother was molded by the tender guiding hands, love and sprit of our divine Lord above.
My brother was given life a soul body and mind. This great myster of life that was created is slowly weathering away with the poision, That Doctors call cancer. He is my brother a young man of 34 who has to fight for the life that was giving. With a smile on my face to hide the pain, and Our great Lord in my heart i think God for one more day that my brother is able to see. Though are hearts my break and we may question one of lifes greats mysteries just remember God will not give you anything that you are unable to handle, Have faith and let him guid your heart. he will never let you falter. Thank you thank God for you my; brother
poem by Oscar Fuentes
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A Time Machine Mind!
Human mind, dreams, vision and imagination
Can transport one forward and backward in time.
Mind is the time machine to go to past and future
But time never goes backward but only forward;
Also, time never goes in circle but only straight!
Recollection of past is possible in the present;
Visualization of future is possible in the present;
But one cannot go to the past or future ever now!
Hour glass can show the time like clock of today
But it cannot bring back the past to reality now
Or bring to our vision the future of world now!
Mind is the time machine that can read history;
Mind is the same machine to see the future too;
But time never goes to the past but only to future!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Farewell Brother (War)
Farewell brother,
the time has come,
You will be sorely missed,
and your not the only one,
I shall never forget you,
nor the sacrifices you have made,
Put your life on the line and saved so many,
but you yourself could not be saved,
You've left me with such sadness,
I still remember all the good times we had,
If there was only some other way,
But you died for a cause, for a reason, for honor you always said,
I wish it didn't have to end this way,
If only I could speak to you just one more time,
And tell you how much I love and miss you brother,
this pain will never leave me far behind,
For the world, for just one wish, anything I would give,
To see that smile on your face just once more,
Your still here with me, part of my heart, mind and soul,
I want so badly to hear your knock upon my door,
Above and beyond the call of duty,
I'd give my life for you if only you could have stayed,
I am proud and honored to call you friend, and brother,
If only there could have been some other way,
There is a place in the stars just for you,
For fallen heroes, unlike any other,
A special place where your never forgotten,
Farewell, I will see you soon, I love you brother...
poem by Stacy Daley
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Time My Past My Future! ! !
Time My Past My Future
The time is racing my past behind me
NO!
My past in front,
My future behind,
I wasn't thinking of my future,
I was back in my past.
But now this is my story! ! ! !
A mother who did not love me,
A sister a brother trying to comfort me,
I felt all alone
Now inhale
and
Exhale.
My future
A mother, A brother, once upon a time a father,
But no more
I stride for my future,
Not for my past
I tell you children
NEVER Look Back! ! !
But i do wondering......
I f my past was different would my future be better?
Would it?
Never mind that,
The time is racing to my future
I live for today and NOT tomarrow.
So I Never Look Back.
poem by Chauntae Ridley
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You and Me. I laugh. (what you do to yourself)
You are you,
And I am me,
But you came to me,
And my friends,
You came into our arms,
when you were new,
Then you found THEM,
You left us for them,
You went to their side.
I look at you now and I laugh.
Not because your weird,
Or your dumb,
But because of your future.
I am me,
I know where i am in life.
I know my plan for the future,
I know I want to go to college,
And then graduate,
And be successful,
I know I have friends who really care and love me,
I work to get what I want,
I don't wait for it to be given to me,
Or wait to loose the chance of earning it,
Like you.
I don't go out and party all night,
I don't get laid whenever i want,
I don't blow off homework,
Or set it off till later,
I do it then and there,
I get it out of the way,
Then I go out and have fun with my friends,
Yet i do not drink,
I do not get high,
I keep my mind safe,
I save the memories I make,
I don't throw them away.
Like you.
So I do not laugh at your cloths,
I do not laugh at you,
I laugh at your future,
I laugh at your choices and thoughts,
I laugh at your ideas of having fun.
Wasting your mind,
Wasting your life,
Forgetting and loosing your memories,
Wasting your money,
Wasting your friendships,
wasting your time,
This is your fun,
This is your life.
Keeping my mind,
Keeping my life,
Remembering and keeping my memories,
Saving my money,
Cherishing my friendships,
Using my time for friendship family and love,
This is my fun,
This is my life.
I laugh at you.
Someday I will read about in the paper or see you on the news,
I will see a mug shot,
Or hear about your 'untimely' death,
See you on the street,
Steeling from a store,
Or dressed in gold and diamonds that you bought with money you didn't earn,
and I will laugh.
I will be the one with the baby on my hip,
The loving husband by my side,
The home of a modest family,
I good job,
And friends,
I will be the one who is truly happy,
I will be the successful one,
I will be the one who is truly rich,
I will be the one who is free,
Not running from the world,
Or trying to run ahead of it,
I will be the one with the sense of mind,
And modesty,
I will be the one who helps by doing what i can,
Not being who I can't.
I will be the one with a life,
I will be the one who is famous,
Not you.
You dont have to be in the news,
Or have lots of money,
Or know the 'right people',
to be famous,
You may have money,
And the press following you,
But I will be more rich then you,
I will have the life you don't have,
I will have a family who loves me for me,
I will have a job I love and that keeps me going,
I will have true friends who go through anything with me.
I will be rich.
So you come to me and my friends,
Looking for refuge,
Until you find THEM,
Then you leave and through your life away.
And as I pass the path you now walk,
I look and I think of what you're doing,
I think of who you are now,
I think of what you have become,
and I laugh.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Sonnet: Dear Doctor Brother
Forget the past, however bitter, Man!
Begin now Life, anew, afresh again;
With Will-power, perform great things, one can;
There is a time for Sun; a time for Rain.
The chances life gives us are not many;
A married-man has an extra duty,
To tend to dependent souls; Be canny;
Experience the Almighty’s great beauty.
God knows your heart; your strength and weaknesses;
But Man must listen to His call always;
Never mind your sins, mistakes, past excesses;
Become a leaf anew; amend your ways.
There’s Light still at the end of the tunnel!
You must come out now from your self-made Hell.
poem by John Celes
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Turning Time Around
She says, what do you call love
Well I call it harry
Oh, please Im being serious
What do you call love
Well I dont call it family and I dont call it lust
And as we all know marriage isnt a must
And I suppose in the end, its a matter of trust
If I had to Id call love time
She says, what do you call love
Cant you be more specific
What do you call love
Is it more than the hearts hieroglyphic
Well for me time has no meaning, no future, no past
And when youre in love, you dont have to ask
Theres never enough time to hold love in your grasp
Turning time around
Turning time around
That is what love is
Turning time around
Yes, that is what love is
My time is your time when youre in love
And time is what you never have enough of
You cant see or hold it, its exactly like love
Turning time around
Turning time around
Turning time around
Turning time around
Turning time around
Well I gotta have it
I gotta-gotta-gotta have it
Turning, turning time around
Gotta have it, turning time around
Turning, turning time around
Turning time around
song performed by by Lou Reed
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I Hate Homework
As the day grows long and weary
My homework begins to parry
On the dueling field of procrastination
Which unfortunately to my teacher’s fascination
Begins to become more
Homework is oh such a bore
Homework is always a chore
Oh how I hate it to my very core
Day and night it haunts me
Day and night it taunts me
It looms over me like a great darkness
Even though with my great sharpness
It ever grows and piles up like clothes
It becomes more than I am and consumes me right away
From the second I set fit in this home oh how I fear I shall not live another day
But now is the time the time is to be
For homework to be done and me to go free
Slumber is not easy my mind is never at rest
So because of homework I cannot perform my best
Homework is a foul and horrible abomination
Made from the devil’s own form of creation
It causes stress and anger please just take it away
Oh how I fear I shall not live another day.
One day I know those teachers will pay
For assigning so much homework to ruin my day
My day becomes more gray
As time goes by it seems to fly
There’s just so much I want to cry
poem by Damian Dauthdaert
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My Path
as i walk the lonely path call life
am being hit with many pot holes called enemies,
who wants to tear me apart.
my life is a struggle,
with my past hitting me very hard,
making my future unclear to see through.
with no one to help me explain,
all i no am walking this lonely path.
with the dawn slowly fading,
slowly my future drift away.
support was never in the picture
especially in the family nor my friends.
everything i have achieve is due to streets smart
and learning from people mistakes.
friend came along due to money and my success
but when the trouble shift in
i was left alone to suffer,
down to the curve i had no friends.
i am standing in a four entries road
wondering where is north.
need a fresh start on this lonely
but until i haven't make up my mind
i am walking a lonely path call life
poem by Donavan Avril
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Prose: God is the Highest Good
Good is the extension of God as His Spirit of manifestation in the phenomenal world. That which constitutes our highest good is ultimately to do with living in tune with His Spirit and Word as revealed in either one of the great religions of the world or by being in harmony with someone who is the very embodiment of the Spirit of God. Once such a person is fortunately found our life takes a turn for the better then. And by following his advice we partake of His grace and love which leads us on in the journey back to our True Home which is none other than the Reality of Eternal Life. That person helps us to realise we are not the body which we are identified with but a free Spirit Soul.
By re-identifying ourselves with our True Nature we come to recognize that we are indeed made in the image and likeness of God our Divine Father. That which is not restricted to any construct of the human mind and is beyond imagination is Divine. This is sometimes revealed to a select few in the form of a revelation or philosophy from time to time and is what history calls religion and is uplifting and blissful. The human mind and intellect cannot comprehend or fathom that which is beyond it but only staggers at the attempt, bewildering as it is to the ego which is the seat of the mind and limited individual personality. Only by the sustained gradual removal of the ego and its eventual death can the limited individual being or soul re-establish its unity or oneness with the Infinite Being, God, forevermore enjoying that Divine State of bliss.
poem by George Krokos
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Wake me up, dear nurse......
a womb with in the womb of a mother's, a natural
habitat patiently waits the gift of life, the mystical
adventure of every man's soul in its journey into
the realm of certainty
in each bed you stay, waiting each minutes turn
into a day, and every moment you think welcome
the night and the haggle mind relieved only by the
calling of the nurse, in a single whispering harsh
voice, in the middle of the night
hello! please take this medicine and take your rest,
with humble dignified staunch you said to your
heart the nurse care for me, she is good, patiently
waking up until the dawn will turn to dark
breath and heart open to the soul it return and in
the dust it flew, never leave step that curse your
way, always call a helping hand that’s leads, in every
way, open in every breaking heart that hurt and show
forgiveness, to the one who say that I am the way, the
truth and the life
a call of nurse in a day, always lead every heart to
open in God wisdom as he lives in each life for a
healthy mind and body to stay, until time tell the
meaning of life......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Breaking The Chain
To find my spirit, is to free my mind.
My mind tells me what I want.
My spirit tells me what I already have.
What is pleasing to the eyes,
Is poison to the spirit.
Love things and use people.
Give the power to a thought,
Leaves me powerless.
My mind wants control of all.
My spirit says I must control myself.
For it is all I have the power to do.
If I fear I am sick,
I can will myself to feel sick.
Even though I am really well.
I live according to my fears.
My life is surrounded by my giant.
I cannot breathe.
I am suffocated, by what I imagine.
I think what once was, still is.
I fear for my future, based on my past.
I cannot move forward,
If I am constantly held back.
By the chains of my mind that bind me,
I can only be at one place at one time.
My past or my present.
If I hold on to both,
One hand on my past, one on my future,
They each pull me in opposite directions,
Leaving me torn.
Let go of the past.
Grab a hold of the future with both hands.
It's will to be a wild ride!
With my mind, all things are probable.
With my spirit, all things are possible.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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All My Brothers
I walk with my brother the Christian,
But I do not believe as he, I am not his Christian brother.
I walk with my brother the Jew,
Not born to his name, I am not his brother.
I walk with my brother the Muslim,
Infidel to him, he does not call me his brother.
They know only their god, not one that I can know.
I walk with my brother the Hindu.
We are love and all are one.
I walk with my brother the Buddhist
He has known me in our past family
I walk with my brother the Taoist
We are on this path but for a moment.
They know god and I am he.
I walk with my brother the Shaman,
He sees the animal spirit within me.
I walk with my brother the Pagan,
He knows only the nature from which we come.
I walk with my brother the Tribesman,
He finds my place with his people.
They know of god in everything.
I walk with my brother the deer
He watches me with curiosity
I walk with my brother the crane,
He wonders if I can catch him.
I walk with my brother the serpent,
He sees me as warmth.
They know nothing of God.
poem by R.L. Ohlhausen
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Acronymn on Homeschooling
H is for homework - You can never really escape that!
O is for open mindedness - If you open your mind, you will have a teachable spirit, and after a teachable spirit, follows wisdom and understanding.
M is for memories - Cherish them wholly, and they will never depart from you.
E is for education - No matter how old one may get, he never ceases learning.
S is for summer vacation - I'll say, 'Amen' to that!
c is for Catching a nap when your teacher isnt looking - Kids, don't do this! Its not worth it.
H is for helping hands - helping hands hold within their grasp the power to change the world for the better good.
O is for on time - Unfortunately, there is really no great excuse for being late.
O is for opportunity - Seize the moment! For you were born for such a time as this.
L is for lessons of life - Do not let you past wheigh you down. Instead, learn from it, and lift your face towards the bright future that lies just ahead of you!
I is for Iowa - this is just ONE of the 50 states that a student must memorize.
N is for never giving up - no matterwhat.
G is for greatness - celebrate your success, and work towards a better future.
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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False Echoes
The skies over Cuba turned pink with the light
And the waterfront ritual began to ignite
All the ships in the harbor were warmed by the sun
Twenty-fifth of November, 1921
On the old Chicamauga the Signal Jacks flew
And the message they spelled out caused a great bally hoo
Every ship in Havana then hoisted away
All the pennants were 'a flyin' on my dad's first birthday
Enduring echoes call out from his past
Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that
Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire
He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
Now his storybook childhood was not make believe
On the decks of a tall ship he was taught to achieve
Witnessed storms and starvation natural wonders and force
Oh the life of a sailor steers a wanderin' course
Enduring echoes call out from his past
Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that
Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire
He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
Well now life throws us curve balls we never can reach
He gave up the ocean but he lived by the beach
Where he raised up his family taught us all to survive
Then the wind went away in 1995
Now the old Chicamauga has slipped by the ways
She lies on the bottom of old Mobile Bay
Where the ghosts of his father and his brother are near
They protect him and tell him there's nothin' to fear
Cause it's family tradition we take to the sea
And it's a time in the future for Cameron and me
Enduring echoes call out from his past
Time ain't for saving no time's not for that
Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire
He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
The skies over Cuba were war
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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As I Began to Love Myself – Self Love Poem
As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering
are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth.
Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”.
As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody
As I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time
was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this
person was me. Today I call it “RESPECT”.
As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life,
and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow.
Today I call it “MATURITY”.
As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance,
I am in the right place at the right time, and everything happens
at the exactly right moment. So I could be calm.
Today I call it “SELF-CONFIDENCE”.
As I began to love myself I quit steeling my own time,
and I stopped designing huge projects for the future.
Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do
and that make my heart cheer, and I do them in my own way and in
my own rhythm. Today I call it “SIMPLICITY”.
As I began to love myself I freed myself of anything that is no good for
my health – food, people, things, situations, and everything that drew
me down and away from myself. At first I called this attitude
a healthy egoism. Today I know it is “LOVE OF ONESELF”.
As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right, and ever since
I was wrong less of the time. Today I discovered that is “MODESTY”.
As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past and worry
about the future. Now, I only live for the moment, where EVERYTHING
is happening. Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it “FULFILLMENT”.
As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me
and it can make me sick. But As I connected it to my heart, my
mind became a valuable ally. Today I call this
connection “WISDOM OF THE HEART”.
We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems
with ourselves or others. Even stars collide, and out of their crashing
new worlds are born. Today I know THAT IS “LIFE”!
poem by Charlie Chaplin
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I Hear Your Voice
So many nights thought that I was doing fine
Thought that time had chased your picture from my mind
So many times thought my heart was finally strong
Now I find this heart of mine was so wrong
I thought Id finally learned to get on with my life
I hear your voice-(call)
Your voice (call)
Your voice (call)
The way it used to do
I feel my heart (fall)
I try to keep you off my mind
But every time I do, I hear your voice
So many days I thought that I could love again
But any fool in love would know thats all pretend
You always seem to find your way
Back in my dreams and I cant break free
Chorus
You know I tried so many times just to forget you
Ive tried to walk away from you
Oh girl, its just no use
I hear your voice (call)
Your voice (call)
Your voice (call)
Calling me.. calling me the way...
I feel my heart (fall)
I try to keep you off my mind
But every time I do,
I hear your voice
I hear your voice
I hear your voice
song performed by by Lionel Richie
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Which Comes First
when two people get married
is it a marriage of Body and Mind?
or is it a marriage of Heart and Soul?
and which one comes first?
SOMETHING TO PONDER!
what did i feel when i proposed?
my Body: told me that i ached for
the joining together, and sexual fulfillment.
my Mind: told me that i wanted to be
with her for the rest of my life.
my Heart: felt empty without her.
my Soul: soared to the highest height
to see all that could be given and achieved.
when i first saw you my Heart stood still
like on a roller coaster going down
and feeling the thrill.
and as that thrill rose, my Soul climbed high above
to show me this beautiful love.
this love so strong that it consumed my Body and Mind.
that it took me to 'the end of time'.
so for me which came first, as you can
plainly see, Heart and Soul was the one for me.
i give you my Heart- and all it contains
for without you, my life will never be the same.
i give you my Soul-for that is the other part
that i have to give
for without a Soul we can not live.
i give you my Mind- for your love to control
for it protects my Heart and Soul.
i give you my Body-
which is an empty shell
for without your love, i'm in living hell.
these are the four parts of this mere man
and i give it to you, for that's my plan.
i would take the human sufferings of
torture, pain and defeat
as long as i know your love i'll keep.
'YOU ARE LIFE' and all that it holds
Body, Mind, Heart and Soul.
take me as you would a breath of air
and my life with you i will share.
I THINK THE ANSWER THAT I HAVE GIVEN
SHOWS THAT LIFE IS WORTH LIVING.
poem by Louis Rams
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A Call
You can number me among the freshmen and,
You can call me names if you like;
But i have a call to fulfil on this earth.
Where is the Black Cat?
Where is the Blackman?
The last train from Mendrisio;
You can call me names but,
Hold back the dark and bring in the light;
This earth is man's journey.
Once upon a time and once upon a journey,
The ultimate guide to express my mind;
Once upon a life and once upon a view,
I am on a mission to fulfil a dream.
You can number me among the freshmen like,
A comfortable act among the Armageddon countdown;
But what i am doing with this Slavonic Connection is,
Like an autumn dawn with a franchise.
A call, a call;
This is all about the joy in me.
It encourages me to move on no matter what,
And my mind moves on like a plane too.
I need a life of my own,
You need a life of your own,
Like the Stationmaster's daughter with her muse.
I need a life of my own,
In a Fairyland to rest my mind;
This call is not yours but,
It is for the muse that muses with my mind.
I am now in the shadow of the commanders like,
The stigma of an office with its odyssey;
I have seen her face but once,
You have seen her face but twice,
The call is to marry her.
Mary me oh Dolphin-Swimmer,
I have seen hr face but once;
Like a clean mission in Madagascar,
And i have the muse of a virtue to share with her.
You have seen her but twice,
This is a call to wake you up;
The call is to marry her.
I need a life of my own and,
You need alife of your own too;
But, this call is for me to marry her.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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