The Pursuit Of Happiness
the irony of this pursuit is this:
the more you pursue it
the more it escapes
away from your grasp
you think your hands
finally catch
happiness, and you
hold on to it
tightly like you
are a bird with claws
like an eagle holding
on to the monkey
then blood drifts
on the holy mountains
the paradox lies
not in the taking of happiness
but in giving it away
and then the magic happens
the mountains dance
the caves open
and the rivers sing
it is clear, when you take it
you simply release it
then you are happy
and the pursuit is nothing
but
in simply the giving
the patience of waiting
like a tree whose fruits
are ripe where children
climb
gather the fruits
and chew and swallow
every sweetness of
the pulp,
the fiber
juice sliding smoothly
inside innocent their throats
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Grace the world with your glow of happiness
Do not chase happiness
Search within you
There are lot many things
Inside you
Which have reasons
To make you happy
You pursuit or search for happiness outside
Does not take you anywhere
As what seemingly has a stock of happiness
Once you reach or achieve it
You realize that happiness
Lies further ahead somewhere
And you hunt for happiness
Takes a new turn
And this goes on and on
Only to make you understand
That you are back in square one
Devoid of happiness, your original search
Happiness, thus, cannot be anywhere else
But within you
Do not be on a stealthy stalk for happiness
Simply because others do so
Search within and discover
The happiness in you
Do not be on a race for happiness
But grace the world
With the glow of
Happiness within you
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The Joy Of Loving
the joy of loving
is not in that taking but in the giving
i tried taking too much and put them in my hands
oh! everything becomes a mess
there are spills and dirt everywhere
i take the other option
of simply opening my hands and letting things go
like letting five butterflies fly away from my palms
into the garden of flowers
like setting free the two lovebirds spending all their lifetime
inside the metal cage that mother bought
like giving away the last saving of my life
so that you may find finally the person that you really love
i have emptied myself of everything i keep
now happiness comes
and fills every hollow corner of my being
i walk along the shores of my life.
singing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In This Bin
in this bin
i put
everything
pains, sorrows,
&
joys, happiness
my bin
and my own alone
like some mailbox
of my
emotions
this is a world
where
i am: open, close
mystery,
double talk
whisper
shout
angry, scream, howl,
wail,
this is where
i can be everything: a mocking bird, a werewolf, an angel,
devil,
crocodile, merman, worm, fish, butterfly
eagle
monkey, ghost, soul,
passionate body
fingers, hands, feet
lips
all the feelings and colors
of my mind
feel me, as i too feel you
what have i to gain
what have i to lose
you say, you think, words, words, and nothing but words,
no,
no,
do not reduce everything to simple terms of words
and letters
and syllables,
this is a field where i have sown the seeds of my self
and some flowers
begin to bloom here, and some fruits are ripe for the picking
i like you being the child who climbs
the tree where my fruits are sweet and ripe
i like you being the lady who comes along
and picks my flowers
i like you being the wind that helps my clouds
drift only to be alive
crossing the boundaries of space between
peaks of mountains
this is not a dustbin anymore, this is my house
this is my dwelling
there is a soft easy chair in my mind
a glass vase with a red rose
glazed with dew
like my tears, like my eyes that i am hiding
for you not to clearly see
this is not just a dustbin, this is now my home
come
come
come
make this your home, enter my door, follow me
in the labyrinths of my feelings
my hopes and dreams
come
come
come
take a seat, and have breakfast with
me
see the glass window opening to a view
of the pines and the green mountains
a little frost may blind us
but here we are, i have prepared you tea
and
sympathy and some stories about myself
listen, and be free, to tell your stories too,
the sun has just shone
and indeed, it is a very new day.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Law Of Nature
the tree is not here to please
us, that will be too much to require it
it is already too pleasing
with its shade and fruits and wood
we are trying to make it understand
it cannot, with
or without us the tree simply unloads
what it cannot keep forever
it is the law of nature embedded
in its barks
and pith
to simply give and not us why
to be all self-giving without asking anything
in return
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Because They Are There
Come on a journey with me
Travel life's weary road will we
From eagle heights to the earth below
Where man doth sorrowfully go
We find ourselves staring up mountains
Some scared, some meek, some defiant
We feel a shrinking inside
As we face this mountain that doth arise
Tis' three things we can do
We can run around, go up, or tunnel through
Some harder, some easy, but please,
Be careful, the choices made with ease.
Cause these mountains, they big
These mountains make our hearts sink
Most days, we want to run away
We think that we'll live to fight another day
So we spend our time, tunnelling through
Giving the effort without the view
Or we try to run around, taking detours
Till surrounded by mountains, we're finally caught
One must finally face a climb, if he wants to move on
Of life in the valley, one must never grow fond
Because we will never survive the dark and gloom.
Every valley, eventually will bring our doom
But in the end, the real reason that we climb
Is to just a glimpse perhaps find
Of what we were made for, a paradise we lost
That's why we climb, no matter the cost
We stumble, crawl, and fight our way up
By rocks our hands and feet are cut
Our blood soaks into the stone
And at times we lie in a ditch, crying alone
But our password's ‘victory' and we will fight
All throughout the day, and into the cold night
Ever will we say die? No! Never!
We will never say die ever!
We will go until there's no more to climb
We will push, until we have crossed the line
Till we reach the pinnacle, till we raise our hands
Till we are crowned, the conquering man
At the mountaintop, we find traces of glory
The remnants of a fairy-tale's story
From there we see where none have been
We see the greater goal we want to achieve
Let the chill run through our bones
Let the brave venture on alone
Some go round mountains because they're there
The brave climb them because they are there!
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Fruits Of The Tree
What fruits we have!
Glittering with evil,
To shed innocent blood,
Shining with greed,
And we end in comfort that lasts only a moment
What fruits we bare!
Lost in ambition and passion
That we preach prosperity and success
As if they last an eternity
Swelling with pride that lasts a stint
Fruits of the tree
That the master has planted.
They can choose to ripen, or to stay raw!
They can choose to rot, or to stay ripe!
But, every fruit stands the test of time.
In the end, Ripe with truth and love,
Victory is imminent.
Rotten with deception and hatred,
Destruction waits:
The fruits from the tree of life
poem by Timothy muggaga
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Hold On To Everything
surely you have hands and surely you know how to use
your hands
like holding on tightly to joys and sorrows
holding on to pains and reliefs
holding on to misgivings and thanksgivings
and hate and love and giving and taking and speaking and silence
you hold on to whatever
in the place where you are an alien
to all things honorable and miserable, defeats and triumphs,
losses and gains, you must hold on, you must tightly hold on
to life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Happiness Is?
Happiness is?
A cigar called Hamlet?
The taste of Martini?
Fairy soft hands?
Happiness is?
Holidays in the sun?
Ski-ing in the snow?
An awayday?
Happiness is?
A talk on the phone?
A Slumberland bed?
Being a Flora man?
Happiness is
Giving to others
Seeing you smile
Directing the way
Happiness is
A tree in Bud
Wind in your hair
A mackerel sky
Happiness is
The silence of night
The song bird
Loving each other.
poem by James Tipp
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The World Waits For You...
saturday, there are so many choices
the hammock lies waiting
swaying,
the green fields have trees
teeming with the ripeness of their fruits
they lack harvesters
the pathways are like open arms
the junctions are like vendors calling for
more customers
the clouds are umbrellas opening
without hands to hold them
the rains are planning to create
more rivers
the valleys are giving in to the
clarity of the plains
all for you.
Still asleep on last night's
hangover from those
wild merry-go-rounds.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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New Mountains
Each day I climb new mountains
in the struggle for life.
Sometimes my limbs get weary
and I want to give, but I have to go on.
Giving up would mean losing
everything my life was meant for.
Therefore, I must struggle
never giving my body a rest.
I must climb these new mountains
or I am doomed forever more.
There is no turning back once started,
as it doesn’t work that way.
Each day there is a new mountains
that gets bigger with each day
and we must reach the summit by nightfall
or get stuck on the mountain going nowhere.
The harder we climb,
the higher we get
until we reach
the pinnacle of our dreams.
8 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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On His First Year In The Study Of Law
soon you will learn
how power is sown
here
they all start from the
good grasp of the law
memorizing
the essence of
its spirit
intended for that perpetual
quest of justice
and peace but at this early
you must have realized
mr. novice
that that is only a matter
of euphemism
for after all those years
of hardship
you shall then insist on
reaping the fruits of your
intellectual labor
for in the skill of your hands
and your wits
less now the humor
you will know by then
how to make the needed twists
and blend the turns
the law now becoming
your ardent servant
to pursue that most private
pursuit of personal happiness
totally disregarding
the demands of public welfare
that greatest law
set aside
in favor of your
selfish interest...
welcome
take the initial seat of power
and now we prepare
you for that insatiable greed
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just stop for a minute and you'll realize you're happy just being. I think it's the pursuit that screws up happiness. If we drop the pursuit, it's right here.
quote by James Hillman
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The Mango Tree And The Children
the mango tree
blooms on the month
of May
fruits are heavy
soon
on all its branches
is opulence
Comes June
the children come
with their sticks
and slings
and stones
the mango tree is
hit once again
and all the fruits
fall to the
ground
the children
have all the fun
saliva flows from
tongues
dipping in
salt
as early as that
they know what fun is
by hurting those
that fruit so well
by taking the fruits
beyond
what they actually
need
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Happiness Is
happiness
is bliss
happiness,
is when you get a new puppy
happiness,
is when you get married
happiness,
is when you go on you first date
happiness,
is making your own decisions
happiness,
is graduating
happiness,
is getting you first job
happiness,
is falling in love
happiness
is being proud of who you are
happiness
is bliss
happiness,
is glowing
happiness,
is fun
happiness,
is an amazing feeling
happiness,
is when you smile all day
happiness,
is giving someone a hug just because you can
happiness,
is that light in your eyes
happiness,
is what makes the world go around
happiness,
is bliss
Happiness, Happiness, You are that happiness!
Happiness, happiness,
is it everywhere?
The mirage that life shows,
That runs away and laughs somewhere,
On those run after it,
Soiling hands by toiling with trifles,
Hoping for catching flying birds,
Letting those in their hands!
And that hope make it happen,
Faith that makes all the difference,
only a step at time can make it possible,
Possible, that were looking impossible
Happiness is not in running for some thing great,
When one learn nothing is great,
It will be too late to be happy!
The colourful stars not give us anything,
wonderfull clouds may not give us anything,
Colourful singing birds,
Colourful fragment flowers,
Or trees with full of fruits,
Green mountains and mountain dews,
nothing they give than that strange impulses!
Some flickering thoughts makes us happy,
And some thoughts, selfish and ego centred,
Such thoughts and actions when click!
All that happiness is untrue,
It is a curse in disguise,
But sometime sorrow that brings out the best of one,
And sorrow is blessing in disguise!
Delusion of ego throws in illusion,
Most of us are schizophrenic,
And ignorant, about happiness,
Tree if swing to wind may break or fall!
Either we should be elastic, and we should be rigid,
Yet happiness is neither earned,
Happiness is not gained,
Yet can be lost easily
Paradise is neither can be gained nor attained,
Yet easily can be lost and slip into hell!
Soul is that in paradise and happiness reside,
Soul is that in which all sorrow and hell too reside,
Self is that abode of one where no hell or no paradise lies,
But Self is paradise of paradise,
The supreme paradise is that SELF
out of reach of all paradoxes
Parity
and beyond all parodies!
Happiness is your another name,
As god is your another name,
Your name and shape
is painted on that colourless,
Vacuum,
Which is the source of all happiness.
All life and your dreams!
Look at yourself, thy nature is happiness,
And you can only make all happy,
You art that, who can be all the time happy
What ever happen anywhere,
You are that,
You are that bring all happiness,
All, all, all happiness to all!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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The pursuit of happiness is a most ridiculous phrase: if you pursue happiness you'll never find it.
quote by Carrie P. Snow
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The pursuit of happiness is a most ridiculous phrase; if you pursue happiness you'll never find it.
quote by C.P. Snow
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for Jayson P.
wake up early. Fold your blanket smoothly
on your bed. Dust off the linens and the pillows.
Look at yourself in the mirror.
Clean the dirt in your eyes and face.
Wash. Have the scented soap.
Scrub. Brush your hair. Gargle
your breath with mint.Put some
gel. Look fine. Glossy self.
It is your day today. Tell the servant
to catch the finest chicken and
have it cooked. Have some blood
for your forehead. It brings you luck.
Tell your mama, you are going to
church on this Saturday. You are
praying for prosperity, health and
more good luck.
As you pass by the bakery, buy
yourself a chiffon cake. Have it wrapped
with silver paper and have it tied
with a golden ribbon. Buy some
colored candles too to jibe with your age.
Smile. Laugh. Think of happy moments.
Sadness shall have no place in your heart.
At least today, a very important day of
your life. Be happy. Have some chunks
of joys. Take bliss. Choose the cheers.
Wipe out the tears of yesteryears.
Do not make mountains of your moles
of lapses. Give yourself a break. Make
more promises. Embrace hope. There
is so much for life. Destiny is waiting
out there. So much sunlight. Warmth
from the many people who love you.
Do not disappoint them. They are
all waiting in the house. There are
red roses in the vase. On the table
there are ripe fruits and some food.
IT is your birthday today. Cheers
To life! To Joy! To happiness!
To prosperity! Kiss yourself. Kiss her.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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God cares for all Creatures
The guava sapling planted has grown big;
The tree is laden with ripe fruits many;
How many can I pluck or eat each day?
Lie fruits unseen at heights, I cannot reach.
I see the parrots enjoy tasty fruits;
I see the squirrels gnaw the fine ripe ones;
I see bats with voracious appetites;
And many more fall down by force of winds.
God fills the tree with fruits for each season;
Man cannot eat all fruits the tree can bear;
God feeds each bird of the air with care;
He made them all and that’s the chief reason.
When God can feed His other creatures well,
So many human beings starve to death;
Oh, what a man-made tragedy, we see,
As tons of food goes rotten every day!
God loves all human beings even more
Than all His other creatures whom He made;
Both food and drink turn scarce by acts of men;
Why blame God for our misdemeanor, then?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-3-2008
poem by John Celes
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Mine Doesn't
as i once told you
it is easy to rhyme like
roses are red
violets are blue
flush the toilet
when you are through
or try
this one
eine meine meine moo
catch the monkey by the
tor
but i do not like
rhyming
it is simply
not enduring
it is a matter of
style
and anyone can
be a poet
if he simply
devotes time
to the bursting of emotions
like sun, like
the first day
when rays spread like
hands on the
breasts of the
mountains
most poems rhyme
mine doesn't.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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