Boxes
Boxes of thoughts are looted by the public,
I am one who abstains from pleasure and am a workaholic.
Illness may be soap for the wild and perfect,
But thoughts can be candles, I just do think it.
Joy is from the volcanic thought, a mountain has erupted,
And too soon the philosophy of mine is concocted.
Open the brain of a man in prison, his needs are met,
His mind is really upset, it seemed to glare and be in debt.
From him came my salary of a thinker and a scholar,
Of a medic and a fighter, the very same as a father.
poem by Naveed Akram
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My Thoughts
Thought in the eyes,
The ears.
Thought in mind,
The brain,
Thought in heart,
The soul.
Great thought is great
when it becomes great deeds.
With my thoughts within
Building my world within
Learning with thought;
Is great learning wisdom.
Learning without thought,
Is opportunity lost.
Thought for others
Thought for God
Thought for good
Thought for God’s blessing
Thoughts teach me,
Thoughts educate me,
Thoughts clarify me,
Thoughts enlighten me.
Thoughts make me wise
Thoughts make me patience
Thoughts make me trust others
Thoughts make me clam.
Thoughts before act
Is smart and wise
Act before thoughts
Is stupid and foolish
That’s my thoughts
They make thinking clear
They make belief deepen
They make confidence high.
In thoughts, my world
In my world, make my thoughts.
In thoughts, my words
In my words, make my speech
It’s my thoughts count
Counting my thoughts
To endless counting thoughts
Thinking the thoughts endlessly
My thoughts and thoughts again.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Fear of my thoughts
You make me fear the thoughts in my brain
For the things I think
Of you
Thoughts which are't to be thought
Things which will never occur
I fear the thoughts in my mind
For they are things I long for
Things I know will never happen
Becasue you and I can't happen
I fear the thoughts inmy mind
because you are there every time
I can't visit my own mind
My own thoughts sadden me and enrich me with anger
Am angry atmelf
I fear my own thoughts
Just because it has what I want
Because I'm green with envy at it
Because you're there and not out here
I fear my own thoughts...
poem by Cannita Melius
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Thoughts Mind Soul Echoes
thoughts like children
scatter from our mind
thoughts were part of us?
thoughts came from us?
thoughts live beyond us?
thoughts outlive our lives?
thoughts mind soul echoes
haunting fragments of mind
light shines through prisms
separates into colour bands
thought trails sunset colours
spectrum ribbons thoughts
spiral into keen conceptions
meaning insight discriminates
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Thoughtfulness
A thought has resided in my head,
And it is considered the blessing of the Earth;
Very brave is my character if the thought has any basis,
And any commentary still has a provocation of another thought.
Beauty resounds in the head, as the heart collapses in time with itself.
Better is the art of the thinker who kept his wit,
And drew his mind in his mind,
Declaring thoughts that decided to twitch in mine.
A thought is a wonderful goal in life,
You love or hate it - especially when it ticks and spins
All in the name of thinking aloud.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Seconds Of Contentment
Seconds of thought understand me,
I have fathomed the real attitude so great.
My mind is made up to you,
I have agreed, I have understood this recent message
And my favourite weather is in the air,
On this sky I behold a little slogan.
My manhood will suffice, and my thoughts are great
Of now.
My slogan in the sky is about my thoughts
So those that believe in my deity are in me.
Thought is great, thought is like a thinker’s thought
Much to the marriage of contentment.
I am satisfied by you when you see me,
So underway is the adventure
Across my seas, to remember me in all sight
As far as you can reflect.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Thoughts Inside
An agriculture of thoughts inside the brain
Remains artistic, a feeling of war too attained.
The traders of mental weakness are few,
The industry of exact sciences remains the same.
One triumphs when the losing of thoughts is attained,
Ignored and betrayed, the victor now ends up.
The set of articles pertaining to his record
Are consulted to read into and to busy with.
One government is enough, one thought cancels again,
This thinker wonders along life once more.
poem by Naveed Akram
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In The Ocean of Sense
In the Ocean of sense
thoughts flow in its depth
has no beginning no ending
something mind and brain hail
Tries with the ladder
travels far and far
runs like a horse here to there
When finds something of interests
returns to its dwelling abode
takes a chair with cheering face
If found nothing in the Ocean
returns being tired of haze
even in sleeping keeps open its race
Soul pours sense and sense sails thoughts
thought sails mind to be with that
all are with instinct thoughts need to ride
at last in the Ocean swims pride.
poem by Braja Lal Devnath
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Workaholic
R- ray a- anita
Ok, let's go to work!
The workaholic!
The workaholic!
R: the workaholic he works every day
24 hours, no time to play
He won't quit; he's addicted to work
I think he's going out like a jerk
Working, working, what can you do?
See the light from a different point of view!
Ready in the morning for the bell to chime
I think he's glad it's working time!
The workaholic!
A: work your body, baby work your soul!
Keep on workin' workin' to the bone!
Work your body, baby, work your soul
I'm a workaholic when i'm on the floor!
The workaholic!
R: first like a jerk, why you always work?
Messing up your mind with that paperwork?
The only thing is to break ball
Is working, yo, and that's all
They do it for money, but he for fun
He won't get away until the job is done
For drinkin' drinkin' like an alcoholic
The guy is just a workaholic!
The workaholic!
A: work your body, baby work your soul!
Keep on workin' workin' to the bone!
Work your body, baby, work your soul
I'm a workaholic when i'm on the floor!
The workaholic!
The workaholic!
The workaholic!
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He asked me if I'd take a penny for my thoughts.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
and I told him the things on my mind.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
I had thought then I'd be paid in kind.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
and the closest friends we came to be.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
I thought then the one he cared for, was me.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
now rich with my thoughts he was.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
I thought his reason was more than 'just because'.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
he's made me rich with a broken heart.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
now my life has a broken start.
Do You Have Any Thoughts About Me?
Do you have any thoughts about me?
And I want to know if the thoughts that you have about me
Are any good?
Do you mind sharing the thoughts about me?
What are the thoughts about me like?
Are the thoughts about me semtimental?
Are the thoughts about me very romantic?
Are the thoughts about me full of love?
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Your Thoughts
your thoughts
are keys
to the locks of my
doors that i closed
a long time
ago
you open them
one by one
and give life at once
to the dusty floors
your thoughts
make mine open to the wind
to the sun
i could have been
a broken house until your
thoughts
came like hammers
and saws
now i have a garden of flowers too
roses bloom
because of you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Notions Abound
So swift the evening’s descended,
Grey skies turn to black.
Once more the long day has ended,
My head hit’s the sack
Waves of fatigue overwhelm me,
Eyelids close and stay,
Calmness is making me drowsy,
Soft thoughts start to play.
But sleep’s far off in the distance,
Dreams are not to be.
Night gives no kind of assistance,
Slumber seems to flee.
The brain is over attentive,
Thoughts spinning around.
My mind is now so inventive,
That notions abound.
Some more early nights are needed,
For I’m overtired.
It’s something I should have heeded,
Late hours have backfired.
There’s too much burning of candles,
At both ends it seems.
Ones life, one badly mishandles,
Heading to extremes.
Oh, for a rest from counting sheep.
Oh, for perfect bliss.
Oh, for such a slumberous deep,
Who’d not wish for this.
An answer to ones constant prayers.
Would be so divine.
To do away with all nightmares,
Knowing sleep is mine.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Everywhere There Is A Medic
Isn't it easier to criticize,
Anyone doing something with their life...
They seem to like to do with a doing done.
Than it is to stop from feeling aggravated...
That no one gives us the time of day to listen,
To everything negative we say and can find...
That describes why we are such miserable people.
All the time.
With a tuning into grief as if to be treated by it,
On a daily basis to feed on diets of aches and pains.
We keep those feelings bottled up,
And ready to blow...
To explode!
As mean streaks steam...
From jealousies we can't let go.
Oh yeah we keep those feelings bottled up,
And ready to blow...
To explode!
As mean streaks steam...
From jealousies we can't let go.
And everywhere there is a medic.
Over here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
And everywhere there is a medic.
Over here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
We keep those feelings bottled up,
And ready to blow...
To explode!
As mean streaks steam...
From jealousies we can't let go.
And over there there is a medic.
And everywhere there is a medic.
And even here there is a medic,
Oh yeah!
And everywhere there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
And even here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
And over there there is a medic.
And everywhere there is a medic.
And even here there is a medic,
Oh yeah!
And everywhere there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
And even here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Philosophy aims at the logical clarification of thoughts. Philosophy is not a body of doctrine but an activity. A philosophical work consists essentially of elucidations. Philosophy does not result in "philosophical propositions", but rather in the clarification of propositions. Without philosophy thoughts are, as it were, cloudy and indistinct: its task is to make them clear and to give them sharp boundaries.
quote by Ludwig Wittgenstein
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Let’s create windows In our minds
Houses and buildings
Have Windows
Buses and trains
Too have windows
When open
Light and fresh air
Comes in through them
Allows foul air to go out
When closed
Prevents Dust and filth
From coming in
Let’s create windows
In our minds
Allow good thoughts
To come in and enlighten
The mind
Let the bad thoughts go out
Close the window of the mind
When bad thoughts
Try to intrude in
Listen to what people say
With an open mind
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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You Are Born
Knowledge is in need of action when you recite it from the heart,
Rote memory is required, but the limbs from the prior souls also, for you are one born.
The mothers have given birth to you, your father is godly for he is good,
Let his soul be at one with Him, the conquest of knowledge is from him though, for you are born.
The families of eternity shall bear you all along, testing your thoughts forever,
The thanks given is the superior deed, of worship, of speech, of tomorrow, for you were born.
The excellence of wisdom is so great that the Lord shall question you on wise men
And the men of wisdom reply to Him Alone, learning is on tiptoe, for it is born.
The storage of thoughts will supply good deeds enough to succeed over those in wealth,
A major event happened to be with supplication to throw, for we are all born.
Those who practice the whole number of pages need small tests,
Big examinations are like those from God, and He questions the souls of woe since we were born.
Any more thinking of the same subject needs moderate leanings, the whole of the mind
And the soul are employed, and those in illness shall never winnow since they were born.
The philosophy and scholarship best described by the discussions is little
Compared to my heart’s thought and point - to look at Hell’s volcano, ever since you were born.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Myasthenia Gravis
In times of darkness I have found
When illness numbs my brain,
I open my mind to HIS thoughts
And I can see again.
When my Myasthenia rears its head,
And I de-stabilise,
It is HIS test of my Faith
That I do realise.
HE will stabilise me soon,
But only when HE's ready,
For rushing healing will not do,
And I must take things steady.
Copyright © Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 20 October 2003
poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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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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Concord
Tremulous with love thy soul's hand pressures mine heart
So gently thy squeeze an impulse in me and I think of thee
Irresistible dost mine blood rush to mine mind smart
And in my mind, thy beauty with my intelligence I see.
Thy timid and shy engraved on mine love's ornament so faint
Impressing color on mine gray thoughts humorously and keen
With a palette of colors, thy beauty doth weave with thine perfect paint
The most magical charm one's thought hath ever seen.
As though thou read mine mind and played thy part
In harmony with thy gentle hand streaming blood to mine thought
Mine mind in concord with mine tremulous heart
Sincerely revels as thy soul designed from soul and wrought
A noble woman endowed with love's strength and mind
A gentlewoman like thee, understanding and kind..
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Philosophy In My Mind
That idea in my mind is indispensable,
Thoughts conquer another man’s philosophy,
The ideal way of life contrives justice and scholarship.
May we tread in these puddles of knowledge,
Must we stammer, resolve or curse when hitting solutions?
The problems are bred by innocent helpers,
A penny spent excuses our anatomy,
And prison sells its shadow on us.
The idea, the idea will flow with rushing ones,
Philosophy argues and argues spectacularly.
poem by Naveed Akram
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