The Twins, The Thesis And The Antithesis....
she is free at last
but this she did
by accepting all those that wait
and all those who
come now
inside her house: failures and
successes
sadness and its twin sister
happiness
fears and confidences
wins and losses
the truths are here
all in two's or pairs
listen to grief as its partner joy
tells her stories
come, come, this is the boat
that Noah built
before the great flood
arrives
the pair elephants
come on, are but metaphors....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The important thing to recognize is that it takes a team, and the team ought to get credit for the wins and the losses. Successes have many fathers, failures have none.
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The Biggest Flood
The Biggest Flood
Pakistan, the biggest flood ever recorded the newscaster tells me,
has he forgotten about the biblical flood and Noah?
I could be that after years of flooding in Noahland that he got
the idea of building a boat, big enough for his family and cattle.
Of course his neighbours thought he had lost it, his sons too were
skeptical but helped their father building a wide hulled boat;
in the inn at night they often got into fist fights, when funny
remarks were made about their father’s crazy venture.
After weeks of rain he boarded and boat and it didn’t sink.
When the rain stopped and the sky was clear all Noah could see
was water everywhere. Not a navigator Noah just drifted about
hoping to find land; and as water level fell he hit a reef which
turned out to be a grassy mountain slope. The biblical story is
certainly true, if it isn’t it is still worth thinking about its wisdom.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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getting over a failure (for Liza)
be attuned, there is no such
thing as a permanent failure,
there are only preludes
success even is temporary
how much for failures?
do not diminish yourself
failures are merely suspended
successes, be patient for
it is just but a matter of time
failures are but temporary guests
the uninvited ones whom you
can even dismiss at any time
but don't be too harsh upon
failures and upon yourself
like everyone else that you meet
give them time to speak and
be with you, they also have something
to say, though not nice, but there
is also so much to learn from them.
that ugly guy over there, welcome
him inside your house, serve him
tea and company, he has something
more important to say, than that
handsome man over there, who like
a magician, gives you only illusions.
sometimes what is more real
let me say this once, is failure.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Failures
When failures come, oh, do not fret;
For failures, you must not regret;
Through failures, one can turn perfect,
As failure isn’t a great defect!
Each failure gives us chance again;
Through failures, we have much to gain;
So, failures are a boon, not bane;
Yes, failures make a man much sane!
All cannot win in life always;
Set-backs do come to us some days;
With failures, one makes strong a base;
Our failures bestow bolder face!
With failures come, added wisdom;
’Tis hard to hold a large kingdom;
Failures in life are much welcome,
As successes will always come.
Failures help us to love God more;
Failures are winning signs in core;
Failures can open newer door;
Failures can take us to the fore!
Which man on earth had always won?
With rain, there comes a brighter sun;
With failures, one can have much fun;
Failures aid us to faster run!
Failures can help us fare better;
Failures aren’t man’s strongest fetter;
Failures are just a trend-setter;
Failures make us a win-getter!
By failures, one can stop awhile;
Through failures, you run longer mile;
Failures do not remain life’s bile;
Failures help us finish in style!
Failures help us see truth again;
Failures remove the pride and feign;
Failures help us take newer lane;
Failures help us win in the main!
Through failures, we begin again,
And success smiles, easing out pain!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-17-2010
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Noah's Flood (Bible Poems for Children)
God told Noak, to build a boat.
Large enough so it will float.
The people were bad, and mean,
God, would destroy that scene.
There will be a flood someday,
Everything will wash away.
Two of each animal, went inside,
There they would abide.
Rains came, it was a sight,
Forty days, forty nights.
One day, the boat stopped,
Landed on a mountain top.
Noah went outside to see,
A beautiful rainbow, waiting for
he.
God promised to never send,
A big flood like that again.
poem by Heather Burns
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The Beauty That Resides In Sadness
it is with great sadness that
i write
you a letter,
everything in it is all about sadness
it is not just about us
or you,
it is about the whole massive humanity
that is never drowned
with sadness but struggles in that ocean
of choices and so alone
amidst the
storms and the
other survivors
it is with great sadness that we gather here
and begin to hear
the sounds of all these forms and shapes and
colors of
sadness
i listen to you on an impromptu
and you listen to me
with all patience and with all sadness we embrace ourselves
share sadness with hugs and
at the end
we are filled with so much beauty
feeling so beautiful with
these massive sadness that
never leaves us free
we are bound, and yet when we face ourselves in the mirror of
ourselves
my goodness, we are so
beautiful
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If the truth be known, most successes are built on a multitude of failures.
Any Street In Any Town
Look down any street
in any town across the land
at the rows of houses there.
Then you begin to wonder
what memories each house shares.
Some of happiness
where dreams have come true.
Some are of sadness
where lives have been hurt by pain.
Some with tragic stories
they never want to share again.
Each house will have many stories
of the individuals whom lived there.
Each story will be different
from all the rest.
Each leave memories
in every room they slept.
Their stories are unending
as new families come along.
22 November 2007
poem by David Harris
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About The Winner
he was once the winner
and they listened to him
every word he says becomes
their new laws and he amazed
them with all his wits
and they all liked him
he made a name for himself
and for this
he forgot his real name
the one given by this mother
when he was born
and for that new name
he invented
all the stories about himself
how he was as a warrior who slayed
the dragon in their heads
how he saved the princess from the
clutches of the beast
how he built his castle in the clouds
where they can all be happy
and all his stories were recorded
as truths and
they all believed them
until finally
he lost his face
and hands and
he kept on looking
for all of these
in the sands of the desert
under the orange moon
and then one day he found
his pair of eyes
and opened it before all of them
he told the truth
that all his stories are lies
that he who is now making a speech before them
is no longer himself
he is a lie. and that is the truth.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Inside my happiness...
Inside my happiness, there is nothing but happiness for me.
Inside my happiness, the colors are so bright and vivid and I am able to see everything clearly.
Inside my happiness, there were no dark times because in my happiness the sun always shines.
Inside my happiness, there is no pain, there is no fear and there certainly is no doubt.
Inside my happiness, we all live as one and there is peace for all beings.
Inside my happiness, there is God and he has planned all of this for me.
Inside my happiness, addiction never happend.
Inside my happiness, there are no sorrows and no tears for the hurt doesnt exist.
Inside my happiness, there is you, and you are everything.
Inside my happiness, there is a woman who is ready for life.
Inside my happiness, there is nothing but happiness for me.
poem by Amber Swiney
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Portrait of a Friend
I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts, or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will search for answers.
I can't change the past with all its heartache and pain, nor the future with its untild stories. But I can be there now when you need me to care.
I can't keep your feet from stumbling. I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.
Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine. Yet I can share in your laughter.
Your decisions in life are not mine to make nor to judge. I can only support you, encourage you, and help you when you ask.
I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship, from your values, from me. I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.
I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you. But I can give you the room to change, room to grow, room to be yourself.
I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting. But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces and put them back in place.
I can't tell you who you are. I can only love you and be your friend.
poem by Tiana Webb
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So Many Like You
You tell everyone of your greatness of how wonderful you think you are
And they wink behind your back when you tell them of your recent big buy your brand new car
They look on you as rather boastful since your own praises you only sing
In self esteem you are not lacking and that in itself is a good thing,
Those you tell your success stories to their own success stories only like to tell
They are not sincere in their praises when they tell you that you have done well
You do not understand that many others are like you their own success stories they like to relate
And though out of politeness they say you have done well
they do not really think you are great
Many like to tell of their own successes and of the successes of others would rather not hear
For many into self promotion or at least that's how it does appear
So many like you have big egos and for to promote themselves are not shy
And why they sing their own praises to others is not hard to understand why
Since we live in the age of the aspirational so many to greatness aspire
And only those who are seen to be successful are people that others admire.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Inside my happiness
Inside my happiness, there is nothing
But happiness for me
Inside my happiness, the colours are
So bright and vivid and i am able
To see everything clearly
Inside my happiness, there was no
Dark times because in my happiness
The sun always shines
Inside my happiness, there is no
Pain, there is no fear
And there is certainly no doubt
Inside my happiness, we all live as
One and there is peace
For all beings
Inside my happiness, addiction never happened
Inside my happiness, there are no sorrows
And no tears, so the hurt doesn’t exist
Inside my happiness, there is god
And he planned all this for me
Inside my happiness, there is nothing
But happiness for me
poem by Maryam Kazmi
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I mean, the truth of the matter is, I like the failures as much as I like the successes, it's only the world that doesn't like the failures.
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The truth of the matter is, I like the failures as much as I like the successes, it's only the world that doesn't like the failures.
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A Man Young And Old: IX. The Secrets Of The Old
I have old women's secrets now
That had those of the young;
Madge tells me what I dared not think
When my blood was strong,
And what had drowned a lover once
Sounds like an old song.
Though Margery is stricken dumb
If thrown in Madge's way,
We three make up a solitude;
For none alive to-day
Can know the stories that we know
Or say the things we say:
How such a man pleased women most
Of all that are gone,
How such a pair loved many years
And such a pair but one,
Stories of the bed of straw
Or the bed of down.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Sister Sister
Sister Sister
My sister is funny
she likes to eat money
I can't wait till she goes to school
she might have a lot of work to do
I will have to teach her how to spell
I never want to be in hell
My Sister is a tease
She is always making me freeze
She is so great
I do believe in fate
I am only seven
But I know all about heaven
My sister is almost two
I will have to teach her to tie her shoes
My sister I love to death
She is sometimes a mess
My sister i will never forget
She needs to learn not to hit
SISTER SISTER
I love you so
Thank you for being my sister
I will miss you so
poem by Sierra Breeland
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Listen, Just Listen!
years ago...
i worked in a hospital
as a male aide.
and i used to sit
with the elderly,
as they lay dying,
who often had no family
to be there.
and i learned one of
the great truths of life...
listen!
to the stories of living,
to both the pain,
and the joy,
in the voice...
to the hope that
can only be faith...
to the hum of love.
to the defiant heart beating,
to the sound
of the last door opening...
to the sound the hand makes,
when it lets go!
listen, just listen!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Memorial Day For The War Dead
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now
the grief of all your losses to their grief,
even of a woman that has left you. Mix
sorrow with sorrow, like time-saving history,
which stacks holiday and sacrifice and mourning
on one day for easy, convenient memory.
Oh, sweet world soaked, like bread,
in sweet milk for the terrible toothless God.
"Behind all this some great happiness is hiding."
No use to weep inside and to scream outside.
Behind all this perhaps some great happiness is hiding.
Memorial day. Bitter salt is dressed up
as a little girl with flowers.
The streets are cordoned off with ropes,
for the marching together of the living and the dead.
Children with a grief not their own march slowly,
like stepping over broken glass.
The flautist's mouth will stay like that for many days.
A dead soldier swims above little heads
with the swimming movements of the dead,
with the ancient error the dead have
about the place of the living water.
A flag loses contact with reality and flies off.
A shopwindow is decorated with
dresses of beautiful women, in blue and white.
And everything in three languages:
Hebrew, Arabic, and Death.
A great and royal animal is dying
all through the night under the jasmine
tree with a constant stare at the world.
A man whose son died in the war walks in the street
like a woman with a dead embryo in her womb.
"Behind all this some great happiness is hiding."
poem by Yehuda Amichai
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The World
the reason why the world
is round
is that there are always
reasons
circuitous in
fact where the premise
sometimes
becomes the
conclusion
and vice-versa
where
the end at the
end seems
to be the beginning
of another
beginning
endless
perpetual
eter nal
that seems
to be what
this world
is all about
failures strictly
speaking
become successes
and seemingly
enough
successes also
become failures
we just don't know
what is this
all about
then and now
and where this
world is really
heading
or tailing
and that is what
is this world
is all about
now & then
the surprises, the excitement
of what is next
to come to follow
calm down baby
let's get moving
on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
it is the journey itself and the feelings
not even a thought
it is this
moving
on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
so calm down, baby,
go, go, go, go
be always on the go
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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