Thinking...
it is it that thinks that we think
works most
too convincing
just as it is elucidating
trying to give all the answers
yet at the end
what happens? dead ends
inevitable,
gates locked and there
are no keys,
the labyrinths are leading
us to nowhere
and then we sit under the tree
unthinking what has been
thought
merely receiving air
engulfing it with all the rooms
of our lungs
breathing and savoring
coolness
and gazing at the spread of grass
the trips of clouds
and then as light dims to make a night
we rest on our beds
less the thoughts
but only the prayers
that all is well
because we have finally get rid
of the belief
in thoughts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Thanks
Today, after going through your verses
It has become much easier to understand the path of life
Now I finally know, that it was a game for you
I cannot blame you, whatever your reasons may be
Finally, I have got the answers
The answers I had been waiting for so long
May be my destiny wanted me to read your actual thoughts
Now, yes I will actually love someone else
Since, after reading those dates when you wrote your thoughts
I know the answer of everything now.
I wish that I had read those thoughts of yours before
As unnecessarily I was torturing myself for so long
Now I know the truth as it is
Thank you My SAI BABA......You Actually Saved Me
This is the end of sorrow.
Goofy, is going to be born now
This sweet goofy will spread love, only love
She actually was never mine, now I know
From this moment on, I am single who is ready to finally mingle.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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The Beginning Of Understanding....
it is not the head
do not be misled
it is not the finer thoughts
but the shady ones
where you must find comfort
and it is not
in those neurons of
convoluted matter
that will make the finest
being in you
than the rest of this ocean
of humanity
rest a little
do not think
unload what bias of thoughts are there
be renewed,
anew
feel the coolness of the tree
listen to the song of the
sea breeze
lay your head on the breasts
of this earth
it is where
the heart is.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Light Beyond the Door
A place where I have found answers ahead
Turning back will only give me more questions and doubts
With my thoughts cleared from my mind once clouded I move on
Confident of answers leading me to a different path
Many stairs stretch toward the top with no sight of the end
Ignoring the frustration in my thoughts I will start toward the top
With each step I took towards the top I felt tiresome
Using the strength I had left I was able to move forward
Almost all the strength I have is depleted
I was forced on my hands and knees until I could move again
Just when I was about to lose consciousness
I see a blinding light beyond a door to begin my journey
poem by Sarah Bruun
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The Mower's Song
My Mind was once the true survey
Of all these Medows fresh and gay;
And in the greenness of the Grass
Did see its Hopes as in a Glass;
When Juliana came, and she
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.
But these, while I with Sorrow pine,
Grew more luxuriant still and fine;
That not one Blade of Grass you spy'd,
But had a Flower on either side;
When Juliana came, and She
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.
Unthankful Meadows, could you so
A fellowship so true forego,
And in your gawdy May-games meet,
While I lay trodden under feet?
When Juliana came , and She
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.
But what you in Compassion ought,
Shall now by my Revenge be wrought:
And Flow'rs, and Grass, and I and all,
Will in one common Ruine fall.
For Juliana comes, and She
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.
And thus, ye Meadows, which have been
Companions of my thoughts more green,
Shall now the Heraldry become
With which I shall adorn my Tomb;
For Juliana comes, and She
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.
poem by Andrew Marvell
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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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Finally
It was you and always you,
The thoughts I had were new,
The thoughts you had just a few,
My whisper so louder than your scream,
Despite all the efforts I tried to put,
All the methods I tried to use,
I thought It was me in love,
Yet you looked at me and laugh,
A purposeful mirage
The hate you feel for me,
The pain I give to you,
The space you always wish for,
And the freedom ive always taken,
With the liberty I have stolen,
A sweet escape is dawning for you
The guilty of a selfish man,
Slicing every thought I have for you,
The position you put me in,
Treating me like a dangerous creature,
When im loving you with adventure,
Your hopes and all your wishes,
The paths are opened for you
And finally my tears are starting to fall,
And finally my passion is starting to fade,
Until when shall I force you to love,
Until when shall I beg your love,
Until when shall I try and try
And finally my hope is starting to go,
And finally my efforts are starting to cease,
And finally my tears are starting to dry,
Untill when shall I make you cry,
Until when shall I confuse you,
Until when shall I always be a problem,
Finally, space and peace are yours
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Phantoms
It is the night, it is the night
When they come - those
Phantom thoughts that
plague my quiet,
They crowd around my bed
and mock me, these phantom
thoughts, they stop me sleeping
I cannot rest, I cannot rest.
I long for the morning when
the light will chase those
phantoms away, but all too soon
comes the night, it is the night,
It is the night when they come,
the night...
poem by Glenda PalmerVibert
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Rain
Thoughts of rain at sunset
Clouds of rainbow blue
Thoughts of sun on sand-dunes
Where the seabirds flew
This was our season, and we said it couldnt end
But my love left with the rain.
Thoughts of leaves in autumn
Falling from the trees
Thoughts of hoaring tree tops
Leading to the sea
This was our season, no lies and no pretend
But my love left with the rain.
Thoughts of springtime rainfall
Touching flowers that bend
Thoughts of wind in willows
Days that never end
This was our season, but sorrow waited round the bend
For my love left with the rain.
Rains the way you move now
Sun the way you seem
Leaves the way you wonder
Flowers the way you dream
This was our season, and we said it couldnt end
But my love left with the rain
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Paper Rain
From miles above
poured the paper rain
Flooding the streets
whiteing out the clear September day
peoples thoughts floated from the hell fire
like paper rain
First like a mist
then like a monsoon
the paper rain spread across the city
engulfing the running masses below
in a hurricane of paper rain
When the storm stopped
and the clouds of fire ceased
millons of unread words litter the streets
like a sea
of paper rain
Swept into the gutters
went the thoughts of the dead
the paper rain gone
Until the next unpredicted storm arises
and the heavens pour down peoples sorrows
ON PAPER RAIN
GOD BLESS ALL THE VICTIMS AND THERE FAMILYS
OF THE SEPTEMBER 11 TRAGEDY
poem by Vincent Armone
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Oh, who is afraid of life
Oh, who is afraid of life
The passion the sorrow and the strife?
In front of my window the multitudes are asleep
Sheltered so easily in their beds
Happy in their sleep as if they were dead
Yet I am alone and not dead
I wish not to lie in bed
Dead, dead, dead
Dead without any company
Here alone on my bed
with all these gracious thoughts about the world
These thoughts are fed by the sun
O life there is about you
This deep sense of sweet being
I would not have been without you here
Yet, you without me would have been the same
So let me stay, and stay more with you
Sweetness, joy, breath and rebirth
Keep away the death
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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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Magic Wishing tree
They peered through toy kaleidoscopes and murmured thoughts I shan’t relate for you see…
This dark secret is just for you and me. For you see this diversity is something we cant not be. For you see this is something that is going to stay locked away in our magic wishing tree.
This is something just for you and me this is our magic wishing tree where you wish anything away. Where your thoughts and feelings just take away to everything weird in a funny kind of way.
So you see this wishing tree is not like any other tree when you wished for something everything you wanted was just there everyday next to the magic wishing tree.
This tree is like any other this tree could be your brother!
So peer through our toy kaleidoscope and tell use what you see but remember say it in a murmured voice so no one else can hear you and me.
poem by Aleesha Henry
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Maybe Next Time.
Today is the day theres no doubt,
I'm gonna talk to her, I'm gonna let it all out.
I'm walking with such confidence, bravery, I'm so Prepared.
But on the inside, why have I never been so scared?
I've been thinking about it all night,
I know what I'm gonna say, that smile of hers ever so bright.
This is no delusion, this is real,
But how does she truly feel?
I'm nervous, shyness is engulfing my mind and actions,
My mind is going blank, my thoughts are such distractions.
Time is flying by, its the last minute! Where did it all go?
I seem to have misplaced it, I need courage! Oh no.
My overflowing thoughts have been subjected to a drought,
I need courage to stand out.
Courage to be me,
This courage I wish I had so drastically!
Alright, okay I need to calm down,
I cant permit myself to look like a clown.
The importance of this to me should not be ignored,
This is what I've been working so hard toward.
I've thought about this long enough,
I need to show her, I'm Mr.Wonderful, I'm tough!
Just how difficult is this? Perhaps no one knows,
Its finally ti- O shoot! There she goes!
poem by Charles Rodriguez
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Get Unstuck
Leaves from the Tree of Life;
brown and withered,
dried with growing old,
dislodged by the touch of Time;
or green,
with veins still swelling
with rising sap,
torn free by an untimely wind.
What are they,
these dancing treasures?
The more the tree creates,
pushing and budding
out of reaching, branching fingers,
the more they spiral down
and spin and congregate
like giant midges
in every gust and eddy.
What are they,
these dancing treasures
separating
from the Tree of Life?
Thoughts. Thoughts. Thoughts.
Each contains in its form
the whole tree.
Each contains in its form
nothing
the denuded tree
cannot do without.
Spiralling, spinning,
congregating,
they clog drains
and streams
and waterways;
make paths treacherous.
Good for nothing
but rotting down
and feeding
the insatiable hunger,
the thousand breathing mouths
of the sangsara!
poem by Brian Taylor
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No Prayer For The Dying
there are times when i wondered
and times when i cried
when my prayers they were answered
at times when i've lied
but if you asked me a question
would i tell you the truth
now there's something to bet on
you've got nothing to lose
when i've sat by the window
and gazed at the rain
with an ache in my heart
but never feeling the pain
if you would tell me
just what my life means
walking in a long doar
never reaching the end
god give me the answers to my life
god give me the answers to my dreams
god give me the answers to my prayers
god give me the answers to my being
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Information Clouds
Information clouds in my thoughts like smoke.
The more I seem to learn, the less I see.
Does all knowledge lie in obscurity
With purpose to augment doubt—to provoke?
Is there understanding that facts revoke,
A pollution spread by zealous study?
The more I seem to learn, the less I see.
Information clouds in my thoughts like smoke.
What does this heaviest of fogs evoke
Beyond its acherontic density?
Past these overcast skies, is space empty,
A void beneath this aerosol cloak?
Information clouds in my thoughts like smoke.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Brephos
Although it is easy for one to think, it is not always easy for one to write
Not all thoughts can be expressed into words, nor should they. Rousseau said in his solitary walks or was it his confessions? That his most beautiful thoughts died in him as quick as he thought them and how he at the time wished he had a pen in hand to write them all down. Those thoughts are dead, but perhaps those same thoughts are born in others written down somewhere in all of infinite time. Some thoughts like some lives are not meant to be born. The seed of this thought, watered by my serene tears, germinates in my soul as I write this letter. Still I can't find the words to express its beauty, its paradox, its mystery. The seed germinates but no plant is born, no flower blooms. For every child that isn't born, for every thought trapped in the moral order nature's thought; the ineffable, the unborn, the unknown, I hope one day you find expression and tell the world what you are and what beauty really is—To eloquence that never speaks, to thought that never thinks, to life that never lives, in my heart you speak, think and live.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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At Deaths Door
When they have a short time to live
And you’ve given all you can give.
When there s nothing more you can do.
Then you make the last days of their lives
Seem like it’s been paradise.
Show all the love that you’ve had locked up inside
This is something that you should not hide.
Bring up happy memories of times
gone by, and of moments shared.
These are things in their mind that last.
Make their lives as comfortable as can be
For this is the last thing that they will see.
For some it is not easy to pass to the other side
Because fear makes them blind.
But it is a place of love and light
They will not see the darkness of night.
Don’t show your love when they are dead
Show your love while they’re lying in that bed.
They need to be loved while they’re here on earth
This is what we crave from our birth.
If the brain still functions on its own
Then so does the heart.
And from you they do not wish to part.
They are thinking the same as you
When they’re gone, what are you going to do.
Any bills that may be left behind
On your shoulders they will climb.
these same thoughts may race through
Your head, and it’s something that you both do dread.
But these are the first thoughts that
Should be put into that grave
Give them happy memories that they can save.
Let them go to the other side comfortably
And on their face- that smile you’ll see.
We’ll all be going to that other side
And will need someone to welcome us there
And the love that you showed on earth
Will now be shared.
poem by Louis Rams
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Lines Written In Early Spring
I HEARD a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:---
But the least motion which they made,
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
poem by William Wordsworth
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