No Joy In Doing Wrong
there is no joy
in doing wrong
as broken is a toy
would be never strong
in seasons of strength
seasons to strengthen
your days
seasons lengthen
your ways
though you threaten
to ignore
and let go
the same season
with no reason
but joy
in (doing) wrong.
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no matter how hidden it might be, if it is wrong it will always be and one day it shall reveal its true colors. make sure you play your tricks safe or you remain a conformist that embraces their true sense of existence. lest you regret tomorrow.
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(r) opn
(c) 05.12.2011
1933hrs
***extract from 'seasons of life' december 2011 ebook
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Render Me A Journey Of Blessings
render me a journey of blessings
for survival and existence
as the flowers grow and blossom
and pollinate their seeds
during and in their seasons
of pollination
to guide me to another season of life
with a blessing of personality and growth
as you grow me a strength of green from birth
and strengthen my being on earth
and water me a rain of thought
as you render me a blessed journey,
this day and yesterday,
probably the next.
(r) opn
(c) 29.03.2012
0937hrs
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extract from 'render me a journey of blessings' poem, from 'pieces of pieces of life' march 2012 ebook.
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Winds Of Seasons With Hands Of Hope
i hear the wind
by the wind sound
talking to the waves
with a wind sound
mounted upon the leaves
on the ground
to wind through
and around the leaves proudly
as it runs through me so loudly
and mannered towards me so gladly
to sing a song
by the winds of seasons
as they change in seasons
and cheer in different joy
i feel the wind under me
i can see the sun shine over me
i can walk along the path to sober me
and sleep around the hands on me
to hold me with hands of hope
as all hands do matter
to hold each soul
with hope
today and the days ever
to let the hands of hope
touch my heart
and cleanse me for yet a season
in winds of seasons
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'winds of seasons with hands of hope'
'hands of hope' book no.9 of 2012
aug.2012
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Season In The Sun
Goodbye to you my trusted friend
We ve known each other since we
Were nine or ten
Together we ve climbed hills and trees
Learned of love and abc s
Skinned our hearts and
Skinned our knees
Goodbye my friend it s hard to die
When all the birds are singing
In the sky
Now that spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I ll be there
We had joy we had fun we had
Seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed were
Just seasons out of time
Goodbye papa please pray for me
I was the black sheep of the family
You tried to teach me right from wrong
Too much wine and too much song
Wonder how I got along
Goodbye papa it s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Little children everywhere
When you see them I ll be there
We had joy we had fun we had
Seasons in the sun
But the wine and the songs like the
Seasons have all gone
We had joy we had fun we had
Seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like
The seasons have all gone
Goodbye michelle my little one
You gave me love and helped
Me find the sun
And every time that I was down
You would always come around
And get my feet back on
The ground
Goodbye michelle it s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in
The sky
Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere
I wish that we could both be there
We had joy we had fun we had
Seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed were
Just seasons out of time
We had joy we had fun we had
Seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the
Seasons have all gone
We had joy we had fun we had
Seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the
Seasons have all gone
We had joy we had fun we had
Seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the
Seasons have all gone
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Irresistible
Seasons come, seasons go
But each season leaves a distinction
For which it is remembered
So once a season came
With a green environment
Rosy plants all around
And I enjoyed the period
Went to the orchard
And picked a flower
That I stayed with long after the season had vanished
But this same flower I had picked
Went with the season
I did not know I could not stay with it
Without its season
Despite all that
There is a wonderful flower I have seen
Which does not vary with seasons
But stays amidst all circumstances and seasons
It has a goon\d name
That every time I mention it
I find myself hungry
Dear sister
Pick the flower too
The all season flower of salvation!
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Of Your Own
...personal compass of your own
you are a divine
point of creative thought
which expresses through your thinking
as you create your life experience
(and personal reality)
you are the yard stick
of your own compass
to guide you
so move on as directed
(wheresoever) by you
for you
***extract from 'patterns of life' november 2011 ebook
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Longİ Ng Through The Seasons
ARE WE CHANGİ NG...or the seasons...the last leaves of the trees...tend no to fall from the trees...the last flowers of fall tend not to bloom again.....are we changing or the seasons...are we changing or the seasons...happy tiny fingers caress the whiteness of the falling snow near the window pane...at the other side...bare feet are shivering in the snow...as though match seller girl of andersen has revived again..some people are begging in the wilderness for piece of bread..are we cahanging or the seasons..an old woman her hair bleached by snow opening her hand..for a stand...are we chaNGİ NG OR THE SEASONS....the last flowers of the seasons of the seasons tend not to bloom again...I envy the struggle between the seasons for being and overwhelming....and when every season changes...I long for a new fresh life and world towards goodnes...beauty...peace and brother hood.............
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Seasons In The Sun
Goodbye my friend its hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky
And all the flowers are everywhere
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I'll be there
Goodbye, Papa, please play for me.
I was the black sheep of the family.
And I don't know the ... all these words.
I have boggy turds.
With my B.B. gun I would kill birds.
We had joy. We had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
but the hills that we climb
were just seasons out of time.
All our lives, we had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
but the hill that we reached
were just starfish on the beach
Goodbye Michelle my little one
I was the apple of the shiny sun.
And la la la la hill we reach.
All my tears are salty.
I think now I will start to read.
We had joy. We had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
but the hills that we climb
were just seasons out of time.
We had joy. We had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
but the hill on the beach
were just starfish on the beach
We had joy. We had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
but the hills that we climb
were just seasons out of time.
I've had joy. We had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
but the stars that we reached
were just starfish on the beach
song performed by by Nirvana
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Love Has It's Ways
Spring in the air
The sun was shining
still the day was cool
Saw her waiting for a bus
as she was going home from school
Looking so cold
I took her home and
that was just the start
We would meet the summer through
and she was always in my heart
Love has it's ways
like seasons come and go
and tomorrow there will be another day
Love has it's ways
and so before you know
when you turn around it may have gone away
Early that fall
I knew I loved her
more than anything
Gave her everything I had
She even got a wedding ring
But in the end
the mind was restless
and she had to go
And the love I'd thought would live
was buried in the winter snow
Love has it's ways
like seasons come and go
and tomorrow there will be another day
Love has it's ways
and so before you know
when you turn around it may have gone away
Love has it's ways
like seasons come and go
and tomorrow there will be another day
Love has it's ways
and so before you know
when you turn around it may have gone away
song performed by by ABBA
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Four Beautiful Seasons
Why there are seasons…
And this may sound strange…
Is to provide good reasons
To justify change!
With no seasons when would birds nest?
When would some fly away
Because winter's a pest?
And Fall colors would be held at bay.
Christmas might well end up in June.
With no seasons no one would care.
Then the cow would jump over the moon.
Now that might roust up a stare!
Luckily for many good reasons
There'll always be change
In four beautiful seasons…
And that's not at all strange!
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Rain On Me O' Rain Rain Rain
o' rain rain rain
come rain on me o' rain
rain on every plant that grow o' dear rain
rain on every resource o' dear rain
rain to green the plants
the plants that of nature's decor
rain on us and never let go
quench my thirst; to get so
rain on me o' rain rain rain
rain for happiness and leisure
rain for our children to play
rain on the soil for us this day
so, we plant more food to feed us this way
go to the fields and gardens; same way
rain o' beautiful rain
rain rain rain
**extract from 'patterns of life' november 2011 ebook
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Old Eyes
a ghost in my vision
shadowed by the day
strange how strong my
thoughts this morning
to manifest later
and by what means of sway?
hold tight
to a tree in a storm
whose roots go well deep
battered, torn and bleeding
hold tight
even when on your knees
only God knows how long He will supply
at what point
will I walk no more
celebrated in the seasons of strength
now strengthen me to celebrate
when those seasons are gone
always mistake my purpose
good for nothing
when nothing's good for long
as a reason equals another
divisible until it comes down to
one
always my motivation
my first care and concern
the only reason my heart exists
the reason that I still learn
they learn best by example
my number one, my three
always have been my purpose
my reason for everything
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Surfers Rule
Its a genuine fact that the surfers rule
Its plastered on the walls all around the school now
(surfers rule, surfers rule)
Becoming just as common as a golden rule now
(surfers rule, surfers rule)
Take it or leave it but you better believe it
Surfers rule
They burnt it in the grass on the football field now
(surfers rule, surfers rule)
Just try to make them cool it and theyll never yield now
(surfers rule, surfers rule)
Take what youve heard now and go pass the word now
Surfers rule
Its a genuine fact that the surfers rule
A woody full of surfers pullin long side a wagon
(surfers rule, surfers rule)
The hodaddies sittin while the surfers are draggin
The surfers are winnin and they say as theyre grinnin
Surfers rule
Surfers rule
(four seasons you better believe it)
Surfers rule
(four seasons you better believe it)
Surfers rule
(four seasons you better believe it)
Surfers rule
(four seasons you better believe it)
Surfers rule
(four seasons you better believe it)
Surfers rule
(four seasons you better believe it)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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The Seasons of Life
A weaver sits
among the beautiful
threads weaving a glorious
tapestry. Brilliant colors reflect
the seasons of life.
Spring offers
many hues of green,
ever so soothing. When
hearts are young, happy and carefree.
having promises for tomorrow.
Still young enough to
believe dreams will come true.
Oh those days
of summer with wonderful
red, thinking we have found
our hearts delight. Enjoying the heat
of the season, passion abounding.
Then Autumn turns
leaves to many shades of
gold, and cascade to the ground.
Leaving painted pictures lying around.
Looking at life differently.
Knowledge obtainable at last.
Finally the majestic
days of winter silver threads
carefully enter woven. In retrospect
with greens, reds, and gold have created
the wonderful seasons of life.
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Time
Why do you measure time when time is measureless?
Why do you adjust your conduct and direct,
The course of your spirit according to hours and seasons?
You’ve made time a stream upon whose bank you sit and watch flowing.
The timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today’s memory and
Tomorrow is but today’s dream.
That which sings and contemplates in you still,
Dwells within the bounds of the first moment which
Scattered the stars into space.
If you must measure time into seasons, let each
Season encircle all the other seasons.
Indeed, let today embrace the past with remembrance,
And the future with sweet longing.
poem by Ray Lucero
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Tomorrow Is Here
Some would dare to say that there is no tomorrow.
As long as we are alive, there will be another day
To dream, imagine, hope and wipe away our sorrow.
Make the best of every day is the only way
To deal with this extraordinary concept.
Few would candidly accept
That tomorrow is just another day
To giggle, laugh, work, pray and play.
Tomorrow is here, tomorrow is today;
Make the best of it without going astray.
The flowers that you enjoy have a future.
Tomorrow is today. Mother Nature
Will always be here, in spite of the constant changes;
Seasons come and go. We come and go like the seasons,
Which come and go like tomorrow.
Tomorrow is here, plan well today
To alleviate the pains and diminish the worries.
Doomsday is coming for all of us, we can only delay
Its arrival and water down the surprises.
Tomorrow is here, it is just another day.
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How Come The World Wont Stop
Hmmm
Somebody told me
You were not coming home
The words are spinnin in time
And the air suddenly went cold
The sun is still shining
But everything feels like rain, oh
And if I had one wish
It would be to see you again
Nothings fair
When we loose
Without a moment to say goodbye
How come the world wont stop spinning
Now that youre gone (now that youre gone)
I know every end has beginnings
But this ones all wrong (this ones all wrong)
So wrong, so wrong
Caught in the middle
Wrong place, wrong time
And Im hopelessly missing you
And I cant stop deny
Nothings fair anymore
And I know theres a better place
And Ill never stop dreaming of you
Ooooh
How come the world wont stop spinning
(now that youre gone) now that youre gone
I know every end has beginnings
But this ones all wrong (this ones all wrong)
So wrong, so wrong
How can the seasons keep changing
Since you disappeared
Oh yeah
(tell me) how come the world wont stop
How come the world wont stop
Sweet tears are shed
This pain we lay to rest
Its hard lettin go
But I keep movin on
In a place I dont belong
How come the world (stop spinning)
Said now that youre gone
I know every end has beginning
Said this ones all wrong
Said this ones all wrong
(how can the seasons) keep changing
Since you disappeared
Oh, youre gone
Youre gone
How come the world wont stop
How come the world wont stop
How come the world wont stop spinning
Now that youre gone
Yeah heya
I know every end has beginning
But this ones all wrong
So wrong
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Changing Of The Seasons
Oh the changing of the seasons it's a pretty thing to see
And though I find this balmy weather pleasin'
There's the wind come from tomorrow and I hear it callin' me
And I'm bound for the changing of the seasons
Oh it's blowin' in Chicago and it's snowin' up in Maine
And the Islands to the south are warm and sunny
And I've got to feel the earth shake and I gotta feel the rain
And I've got to know a taste of more than honey
So don't ask me where I'm goin' or how long I'm gonna be away
Don't make me give you all the hollow reasons
I'll think of you like summer and I might be back some day
When my heart miss the changing of the seasons
Oh it's blowin' in Chicago...
[ guitar ]
Oh it's nothing that you said and it ain't nothing that you done
And I wish I could explain you why I'm leavin'
But there's some men need the winter and there's some men need the sun
And there's some men need the changing of the seasons
Yeah it's blowin' in Chicago...
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Sonnet- Life Is Flexible
It is not wrong to make mistakes often;
It is not wrong to do blunders in life;
It is not wrong to see mishaps happen;
It is not wrong to panic 'midst your strife.
It is not wrong to be lazy some days;
It is not wrong to make decisions wrong;
It is not wrong to squander wealth some ways;
It is not wrong to love a thing for long.
It is not wrong to come late while bell chimes,
It is not wrong to selfish be, at times;
It is not wrong to envy some sometimes;
It is not wrong to sin too many times.
It is not wrong to err where others don't;
'Tis wrong to feel guilty when others won't.
poem by John Celes
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Seasons Change
Cradle the weight of you life
You can survive
What lies before you?
Its only a matter of time
Before the night
Turns into day
It should feel incredible
To know youre not alone
Just look in my eyes
Just look in my eyes
Chorus:
Happy turns to sad
Sometimes life gets bad
Things get rearranged
Nothing stays the same
It just never ends
Here we go again
One thing still remains
Seasons seasons change
Are you scared today?
Running away
I can see the through you
It feels like an eternal haze
But its only a faze
Its all in your mind
When you feel invisible
Just know youre not alone
Just look in my eyes
Just look in my eyes
Chorus:
Happy turns to sad
Sometimes life gets bad
Things get rearranged
Nothing stays the same
It just never ends
Here we go again
One thing still remains
Seasons seasons change
You can feel the air start to change
When youre walking out in the rain
And the colors inside youre brain started fading
Till the winter is washed away
And nothing really feels the same
When sun lights in your eyes
You feel alive
Chorus 3x:
Happy turns to sad
Sometimes life gets bad
Things get rearranged
Nothing stays the same
It just never ends
Here we go again
One thing still remains
Seasons seasons change
song performed by by Anastacia
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In New England When Change Is Guaranteed
Seasons change,
As the rain and cool breezes...
Introduces the shift.
And so noticeable in New England,
Is the quickness done by this.
When a new season approaches,
A cleansing of rain from cloudy skies begins.
And distinctive are the seasons...
Showing characteristics different between them.
After each season has settled in.
There is no mistaking Winter for Spring.
Or Summer for Autumn.
Not in New England when change is guaranteed.
Especially when the leaves turn to brilliant colors,
In the Fall.
Seasons change,
As the rain and cool breezes...
Introduces the shift.
And so noticeable in New England,
Is the quickness done by this.
When a new season approaches,
A cleansing of rain from cloudy skies begins.
And distinctive are the seasons...
Showing characteristics different between them.
After each season has settled in.
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