Living Life
upon a race
to win
one must dash his way
towards
the finishing line
it could be like life
when we want to win
we dash
to such speed that we
ignore the faces
of those
beside us
we imagine the cheers
and the awarding
ceremony
you know very well
life is never a race
and the finishing line
is kept concealed
there is no point dashing then
or ignoring those behind
or beside us
life is living life
moment by moment
glass per glass
chew carefully what our
forks carry inside our
mouths,
savor, don't rush,
intertwine, commune
on bare feet feel the
texture of the ground.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Enjoy this inevitable run of life
Life is just a run
Not a race
As in a race
We compete with others
And the quicker we run
We reach the destination
Ahead of others
And get declared a winner
Life is just a ran
Not a race
As in life
We have only one track
Drawn exclusively for us
And we only and alone run it
No one else is running this track
And nothing like
Winning or losing
It is only living
Life is just a run
Not a race
We reach our destination
With a speed
That is determined by our skills
And with an ease
That is determined by our attitude
While speed is no matter
As we do not compete with others
Ease varies with our attitudes
Life is just a run
Not a race
As the track you run is
Exclusively laid for you
And know, you run it alone
Till you reach the dead end
There is no victory stand
There is no spectator
There is no medal
There is no honour
You are the spectator
You honour yourself
You clap and celebrate your victory
All alone and in silence
Life is just a run
Not a race
More than anything else
With how much you ease
You ran it
Will be remembered
So finetune your attitude
To life, people around
And the environment you are in
To enjoy this inevitable run of life
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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It rain the baseball bat is not broken
if we fall, the ground is ready to carry, if we slept the
soil is freaky and if we toe to the mud, the whole body
will get uneasy
as we go on high life lighted us to fall and as we sip us
down the gravity magnetized ourselves living behind no
traces of time
life comes in the most splendid moment, we where not
the entity of neither the past nor the spirit of the future, but we
are the living being of this moment
a time to see of what is today, life to ponder of what will
be the presence of the next moment, very elusive to
believe yet! a revealing of what life must be for the next
tomorrow
though it rain the game is still the final decision, where
life as to go on, without fear of no where to end, always
see the beauty, nor close your eyes that behind the rain
sun is dawning for you to live......
- Published 2009/01/26
poem by Antonio Liao
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Breaking Boundaries
Cheers of the same glass
Here we live in togetherness
In a classy wine glass or just a table cup
But, still in layers, we never mixed up
As oil and water forever split up
A line of separation
Draw boundary between us
Touch each other surfaces but never hold phases
Never, upside cross the line to reach down
While, impossible is the line, false mind?
Forever isolating us, you and I
As you an oil and me, water
Undelivered lavender fumed words by you
Stayed there without pass the unbreakable line
Never, i know, cant have your adored scent in me
As there is a boundary, a thin door, locked for us
Tried, yes we tried, again and again
Essence of crimson red heart color
Dropped in our shared glass
Tried to be one by persuading our eyes
Hiding the differences of our layers
Again it can't, dissolved in me, unstained you
We stay as two layers of colors and perfume
In a traditional destiny of oil and water
Together we live, but by layers we always be
In a crystal glass or in that old jar
Close enough we are but a line make it far
Here we still, but our life never be one
Because of this boundary, nothing is easy
Expanding our hearts, as yours surfaced on mine
Exchange understanding, transferred between us
Emulsify the boundary, dissolving separator line
Resolving mind, for heart to heart bind
Holding together after found a place to fit
Swirling our souls, breaking all boundaries
As whole applied to share a fumes of lavender
Be in the bliss of red heart, crimson color
The rule of oil and water now is gone
For a mixture of love
Bound heart to heart
Understanding, breaks boundaries
Unison of different classes
Cheer in the same glass
Togetherness, we share life,
Finally, be as one
Just one
A class in a glass
Cheers! !
poem by Unwritten Soul
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Life
Life is not a bed of roses
Life is full of ups and downs
Life, they say, is what you make it
Or, maybe, how you make it
But it seems to me rather curious
Why a greater group of God's creations
Would choose to make their lives
Bumpy, lumpy and clumpy
Instead of bouncy and bubbly
Some clearly act carelessly
Do things remarkably recklessly
Never learning from their bloopers
Always blooming in their bloomers
Making for themselves
Lives lined with lack
Presences padded with pointless poverty
Life is palpably how they play it
But what about those humans
Who loyally lead their lives
Striving to do the right things
Actually doing them perfectly
Yet try, very hard, as they could
Find themselves, struggling
To get disentangled
From life's strangling
Is life how they made it?
Is life as they like it?
Questions begging for answers
But it seems that poet is right
He wrote: some men are born great
Others achieve greatness
While others have greatness thrust upon them
Life is thus not only how you make it
But also how you are helped to make it
The funding firstly from the Father
Then furthermore from the world
Parents, family, friends or others
Whatever the source of the support
Proper purpose is primary
To reaping the required reward
And enhancing your life
But one thing seems crystal clear
No matter what one does
Born with silver spoon in mouth
Or born unto a mound
Life is seldom a smooth situation
It is a war of many worries
It is a race on a tedious track
With Life's rumples really revealed
When a person travels that trail
Life is not our type of race
What counts with life's race
Is the resolve with which you race
And whether you complete the chase
Finishing gallantly is winning
This qualifies you for an accolade
As many as finish the course
Are thus worthy winners
In life's challenging race
Complete the course with zest
And cross the line with zeal
That is what certainly counts.
It will make you to be counted
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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Racing
every day of my life I feel like Im in a race
with a mini and I’m the yearling
who keeps tripping, falling, or stumbling over life
but never giving up
for I shall win the race
I win when the mini gives up
but I keep on running and running
away away from something
that’s not there
but I keep running from life
life it’s self is what’s scaring me
for life it’s self is what we all should be scared of
cause life it’s self can and will
kill you
it’s the most dangerous obstacle you’ll ever face
cause winning the race is not what counts
what counts is living throw life
that is the real challenge
and
the real race you should be winning
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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The race and the entrants
Running the RaceRunning the race, the entrant is thinking,
How shall I go, shall I be fast tracking;
The man calls their names and they each get down,
But someone starts off early, oh what a frown.
They all get ready, and the man says ready, set go,
Off they all start, around the track they all know,
The runner he thinks, as he races along there,
Have I done enough practice, as the crowd do stare.
But; soon he starts to put speed in each step,
And races ahead, The pace has some depth;
As they come up fast to the first time round,
One of the runners knocks another to the ground.
The runner is now fifteen feet ahead of the rest,
He wants to win the race, another medal in his nest;
As the race comes soon to the end for each one,
That entrant remembered the race of life soon to come.
As Paul had spoken of the race we all run,
In life it's not how much we have, but what we've done;
We run the race of life, seeking to live right,
Serving God our Father, walking in the light.
As we get to the end of the race we run,
When we finish our race well hear hopefully well done;
We can't go wrong when we do right and serve the Lord,
Pray, show kindness and care, and study His Word.
poem by Margaret Haig
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All My Life
All my life, without a doubt I give you
All my life, now and forever till the
Day I die, you and I will share
All the things this changing world can offer
So I sing, Id be happy just to
Stay this way, spend each day, with you
There was a time, that I just thought
That I would lose my mind
You came along and then the sun did shine
We started on our way
I do recall that every moment spent
Was wasted time but then I chose to lay it on the line
I put the past away
I put the past away
I put the past away
All my life, I will carry you through
All my life, between each hour of the passing days
I will stay with you
There was a time, that I just thought
That I would lose my mind
You came along and then the sun did shine
We started on our way
I do recall that every moment spent
Was wasted time then I chose to lay it on the line
I want this all my life
I want this all my life
I want this all my life
I want this all my life
I want this all my life
I wanted this all my life
song performed by by America
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Persistence
Persistence
is staying in the game
until the end.
When you run a race,
persistence is not the winning,
but the finishing.
Whether you are, first or last
it doesn’t really matter,
so long as you get to
the finishing post.
20 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Imagine the World
Imagine the world ……………………….
Imagine the world without wars…
Imagine the world without your laws
Imagine your life without fear
Imagine your eyes without a tear
Imagine all men were real men
Imagine…imagine…imagine…
Imagine life without hate
Imagine you knew your own fate
Imagine all children were happy
Imagine all nations were free
What would life be like?
Imagine no-one were blind
Imagine all the woes behind
Imagine…….imagine……..imagine….
Imagi ne earth were flat
Imagine man without a heart
Imagine the day without light
Imagine the dark without the night
Imagine……….imagine……imagine……
Imagine faces without a smile
Imagine birds without a nightingale
Imagine …imagine…imagine
What would life be like?
poem by Bouche Cousue
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Returning Home
pages of time has turn to an end, like a pattern
of design accolades the signature of perfection
as it signal its trumpets that the finishing line
of the race is over
scroll down the salutation of honor, prestige,
and power, all hunt the table of prizes, where
the alluring faces lay down its head to the
wisher of the ages
let the sky witness the clouds that floats
encompasses the direction of the wind, going
beyond the heaven, believing that the night
may come in the halo of the day
all what we have only is a delay of that
moment to come, knocking at the doorstep of
the limbo of darkness of eternal home, for the
eternal truth leaves no regret in the dunes of the
sand harbor in the shadow of infinite lasting
memory of rest
leave nothing for we came nothing to remember
of our journey, the voiceless soul goes in the
pedestal of the living, a haven for us to live
forever ……..
poem by Antonio Liao
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Sydney Cup 1899
Of course they say if this Bobadil starts
He'll settle 'em all in a flash:
For the pace he can go will be breaking their hearts,
And he ends with the "Bobadil dash".
But there's one in the race is a fance of mine
Whenever the distance is far --
Crosslake! He's inbred to the Yattendon line,
And we know what the Yattendons are.
His feet are his trouble: they're tender as gum!
If only his feet are got straight,
If the field were all Bobadils --let 'em all come
So long as they carry the weight.
For a three-year-old colt with nine-three on his back --
Well, he needs to be rather a star!
And with seven stone ten we will trust the old black,
For we know what the Yattendons are.
He is sired by Lochiel, which ensures that his pace
Is enough, and a little to spare.
But the blood that will tell at the end of the race
Is the blood of the Yattendon mare.
And this "Bobby" will find, when the whips are about,
It's a very fast journey and far.
And there's just the least doubt -- will he battle it out?
Nut we know what the Yattendons are.
In the rest of the field there are some that can stay,
And a few that can fly -- while they last.
But the old black outsider will go all the way,
And finish uncommonly fast.
If his feet last him out to the end of the trip --
Bare-footed or shod with a bar --
If he once gets this Bobadil under the whip,
Then he'll show what the Yattendons are.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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In This Moment
In life there comes a moment when all things are made clear, and my clarity is in this moment.
In this moment I know that I want to live the rest of my life beside you.
In this moment I know I want to start my own branch on my family tree with you.
In this moment I know that I love you.
So as I take your hand and gaze into your eyes I know that this moment is the right moment to ask you to be my wife.
Now, before you say yes think because if you do our life together forever begins
in this moment.
Breath Upon The Looking Glass
My breath expressed
Upon the looking glass
A living veil
Composed of gas
Eyes kept without
Breath held within
A visual shout
A ghastly grin
That fades away
As does the breath
As sure and certain
As life and death
The looking glass
Now free of mist
Lays bare my soul
And doing so insists
That I observe
The exposed nerve
That in said glass
Persists
I hastily breath anew
On said looking glass
To renew said veil
of living gas
Then Hie away
Before it fades
And draws me fast (and forever)
Into the looking glass
poem by David Whalen
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Carry On
1st VERSE:
There was something in your eyes that I saw tonight,
I never thought that I would see it,
Now there's holes in my walls and there's glass on the floor
And you said you didn't mean it.
You went from zero to none in these past three months on your level of affection
I ain't gonna be that girl that cries herself to sleep putting up with your rejection cause,
CHORUS:
I can't carry on living life like this, (living like this)
This can't be what it is,
I don't wanna live my life like this (2x)
2nd VERSE:
When I try to make sense out of what we have I always fall into depression
Because I know in my heart that we both grown apart ain't no use of us pretending
We never talk on the phone and you're never at home and if you are there's always tension,
I ain't gonna be that girl that ends up staying sitting around just regretting cause,
CHORUS:
I can't carry on living life like this, (living life like this)
This can't be what it is,
I don't wanna live my life like this (2x)
3rd VERSE:
I'm tired of fighting,
I'm tired of spiting,
My life is a storm full of raining and lighting my insides are pleading from all of the screaming sometimes I just feel like I'm no longer breathing.
I look in your eyes all I see is a demon,
I'm tired of wearing my heart on my sleeve and I just don't know why I stay cause day after day I continue to say
CHORUS:
I can't carry on living life like this, (living like this)
This can't be what it is,
I don't wanna live my life like this (2x)
song performed by by Ashanti
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Running The Race
Living life is like running a race
You have to go on and live each day
With courage and hope no matter what you face
Whatever the seasons that may come your way.
Life is a marathon as you keep on running
Each step is a choice and a gamble
The future is uncertain yet you keep going
The risks are many and sometimes you stumble.
But with family and friends by your side
You find strength to do it and go on
Running the race with God as your Guide
You find the finish line is there and you have won!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Its Only Life
Hey, do you know whats going on
Do you?
Come on, play it! wooh!
Are you awake?
Have you anything to say?
Are you aware of what surrounds you?
And all the times you tried to please everyone
Can you admit it doesnt matter?
Ooh theres never a dull moment in my life
And I dont mind the ride
I dont mind the ride, yes
So listen
Dont live a lifeless life
When you could be living it right
Dont be one to be led (ahah)
Its a heavy world in my small world
Get up get out of bed
Ooh theres never a dull moment in my life
And I dont mind the ride
Chorus:
Dont you know its only life
Its only life
Taking you on a constant flight
Dont you know that its only life
There is no wrong there could be no right
Whatever youre doing
However youre doing it
Youll be living your life
Yes its only life
So there is no wrong, no right
Ooh its a constant flight
A constant flight
Movin on...
Are you awake?
I dont think I have the answer
Is there no one on the other line?
No
Now its a heavy world in my small world
But Im feeling just fine
Ooh theres never a still moment in my life
And I dont mind the ride
(chorus)
Life
Dont you know
Crying
Its only life, its only life
Dont you know
Crying
Its only life, its only life
Im crying
(ah) (whooh)
Dont you know its only life
Taking you on a constant flight
Dont you know that its only life
There is no wrong there could be no right
Whatever youre doin
However youre doing it
Youll be living your life
Dont you know its only life
And everyone pushes to get by
We go here
Were going there
Somebody tell me why
Dont you know that its only life
There is no wrong
There could be no right
Whatever youre doing
However youre doing
Youll be living your life
Dont you know its only life
Dont you know its only life...
Dont you know
Dont you know its only life
Fade
song performed by by Wilson Phillips
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The relay race
I may have been the slowest child
to ever run in track and field
I was a foodie even then
with not the fastest set of wheels.
I still have the medal that I won
for finishing in second place.
awarded to our relay team
In a two team relay race
I was the anchor(aptly named)
they could have called me 'ball and chain'
The other three were none to spry
We were well matched those three and I.
By the time the baton reached my hand
My competitor neared the promised land
I set out full steam(for me)
as he crossed the line to victory.
I gamely tried to speed in haste
for what I knew was second place
and I was genuinely surprised
when they gave medals to us guys.
I never after won a race
nor finished either show or place.
I prize the medal that I got.
If I was a horse, they'd have me shot.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Alone Among A Sea Of Faces
alone in this world
among strange seas
oceans of new faces
sail into the wind
if need is cutting speed
sail with the wind
mysterious faces uncharted lands
stretch out past present horizons
race the wind to adventure lands
alone we step into new life
many wait bless new life
welcome promise new life
new life must grow through stages
new life must step into changes
new life must soul search out dreams
poem by Terence George Craddock
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An Easy Pace
I am a man who does not like rushing;
I like to take life at an easy pace.
Friends joke about it
saying a snail just overtook you.
I take no notice and just laugh it off.
If the world wants to go at a faster pace
that is all right with me.
I’ll just take my time
and always get there in the end.
I always think that if you rush about
you miss out on so much.
You see drivers on the motorway
racing along doing a ton
and I often wonder
are they out to commit suicide.
I just drive along at sixty
and that is comfortable for me.
The only thing I seem to be quick at
is when it comes to writing poetry.
With them, I dash them off
at an incredible rate.
Where most will write one a day
I can dash sometimes up to ten.
I have even been known
to do more than that occasionally,
but everything else in life
I take at an easy pace.
12 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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A Race Already Won
We’re in a race already won, in the race we daily run,
It is the race we call life, won for us by Jesus Christ,
A race we run so many ways, living out all our days,
Racing upon this earth, for a crown of Eternal worth.
As we run for that prize, in this race, we fix our eyes,
On The Author of our faith, guiding us by His Grace,
For as we live this daily life, we run into undue strife,
Difficulties along our way, we go through every day.
We remember as we run, that the race has been won,
For this Truth we receive, when, in Christ, we believe,
Our Lord, in Who we trust, won this race for all of us,
When He finished at Calvary, providing to us Victory.
So when we run into a test, in our Lord, we shall rest,
As we are in God’s Hand, when we don’t understand,
So in the midst of the race, we simply seek His face,
Then He gives to us peace, as we run doesn’t cease.
Anyone today can choose, this race, they can’t lose,
The race that’s been won, by Jesus, God’s own Son,
And to Him alone we raise, as a victor, eternal praise,
As we gain Eternal Life, in this race with Jesus Christ.
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