Gratitude Is The Juice
A harvest comes tenfold of the seed sown
And one tenth of the blossom produced.
Gratitude comes one tenth of the help done
And not tenfold of the deed; be content.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Tenth
the tenth is always my ending
the tenth of a day
and the tenth of what i am
the rest shall not be yours
for the universe owns it
the rest scatters itself
a no man's land
a place for all air and dusts
a place for all the shining stars
there is light, and space and
eternity
like the longings of the heart
like the droplets
of memories
the tenth as gift
and nothing more.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tenth Avenue Freeze-out
Tear drops on the city
Bad scooter searching for his groove
Seem like the whole world walking pretty
And you cant find the room to move
Well everybody better move over, thats all
Im running on the bad side
And I got my back to the wall
Tenth avenue freeze-out, tenth avenue freeze-out
Im stranded in the jungle
Taking all the heat they was giving
The night is dark but the sidewalks bright
And lined with the light of the living
From a tenement window a transistor blasts
Turn around the corner things got real quiet real fast
She hit me with a tenth avenue freeze-out
Tenth avenue freeze-out
And Im all alone, Im all alone
And kid you better get the picture
And Im on my own, Im on my own
And I cant go home
When the change was made uptown
And the big man joined the band
From the coastline to the city
All the little pretties raise their hands
Im gonna sit back right easy and laugh
When scooter and the big man bust this city in half
With a tenth avenue freeze-out, tenth avenue freeze-out
Tenth avenue freeze-out...
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Ten Little Indians
Ten little indian boys
The first little indian gave squaw pretty feather
(little indian boy)
The second little indian made her an indian dollar
(fighting over a squaw)
Well the third little indian gave her moccasin leather
(little indian boy)
The squaw didnt like em at all
The fourth little indian took her riding in his big canoe
(little indian boy)
The fifth little indian took her down the waterfall
(fighting over a squaw)
The sixth little indian taught the squaw how to woo-woo
(little indian boy)
But the squaw didnt like em at all
One little, two little, three little indians
(keep us humming were the ten little indians)
Four little, five little, six little indians
(keep us humming were the ten little indians)
Seven little, eight little, nine little indians
(keep us humming were the ten little indians)
Ten little indian boys
The seventh little indian took her over to his teepee
(little indian boy)
The eighth little indian tried to give her a love poem
(fighting over a squaw)
The ninth little indian said youre my kemosabe
(little indian boy)
The squaw didnt like em at all
The tenth little indian said it really didnt matter
(little indian boy)
He acted like himself and he didnt look at her
(fighting over a squaw)
The squaw didnt care if he never did a thing
(little indian boy)
Cause she loved the tenth indian boy
Loved the tenth indian boy
Loved the tenth indian boy
Loved the tenth indian boy
song performed by by Beach Boys
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10 - 80 - 10
A tenth bright a tenth dark.
The gray eighty depends on your spark
Light it so that nothing hinders;
Ignite it and there are only cinders.
Enjoy that bright tenth for such a short time,
Converting the 80 to something sublime.
This brilliance will brighten that 10 dark spot,
Which is a part of what every life’s got.
A fool takes the 80 and turns off the light by
Whining about the top 10 and how it’s not right.
How it’s not fair that others have more
As its top 10 teeters and its 80 become poor.
In this life of 100 we choose where to live,
Taking and hating or loving to give.
Live the top 10 then the others will follow.
Choose the dark 10 and the rest will be hollow.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Ten ways to restful mind
Give one-sixth extra time for travel.
Provide one tenth income for old age.
Buy, only when driven by demand.
Lend not, instead, gift one tenth of it.
Hold words, unless asked for.
Help or not, but never hurt.
Expect one-third less output.
Anticipate one-third more input.
Leave wealth only by a Will.
Never exploit others’ weakness.
Then you will have fewer worries.
05.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In Bronze Chains
On every side,
The city wall was broken through!
But in the Tenth Moon and,
On the tenth day of the moon i will meet you;
And by night,
And by the way of the gate between the two walls of love!
Wick trimmers,
Sentence!
Pots, shovels, dishes and sprinkling bowls;
But the city wall was broken through,
And you are now in bronze chains to write our your mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Our Healthy First Year
The sun is shining brightly
It is a warm and beautiful day
The children are running
The birds are singing
As our little Viva plays
You know, father time is passing by
Seems a happy baby seldom cries
No sign of God’s love could be more clear
Today we give thanks to our healthy first year
We give thanks to our Lord
On this tenth of May
Cause mommy was born
On the very same day
We give thanks to our maker
On this tenth of May
Cause daddy met mommy
On the very same day
poem by Mustafa Marconi
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That one plant should be sown and another be produced cannot happen; whatever seed is sown, a plant of that kind even comes forth.
quote by Guru Nanak
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When There's Peace, And Love Within!
When love spills out of the heart, peace rushes in , where there's
peace, and love within! When confronting another individual with
peace, then love return, when there's peace, and love within! When
peace is lived love rushes within tenfold; when there's peace and
love, within! There for went servicing another in time of needs;
then love and peace is restored tenfold; when there's peace, and
love within! To reflect ones on moral standard give rise to self
esteem, and motivation to those whom watches he's day to day
routine, when there' peace and love within! However, when
peace and love is point in the same direction, obstacle fall as peace
paves a widen path for love to travel upon to service other in time
need, When There's peace, and Love Within!
poem by William Clark
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Harvest For The World
All babies together
Evry one a seed
Half of us are satisfied
The other half of us in need
Loves bountiful in us
Tarnished by our greed
Oh, when will there be a harvest.. for the world?
(harvest for the world)
A nations planted
So concerned with gain
As the seasons come and go, we wont wait in vain
Far too many, feelin the strain
(chorus)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest for the world)
Dress me up for battle
When all I want is peace
Those of us who pay the price
Come home with the least
And nation after nation, tuning into beasts
(chorus)
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest..
song performed by by Duran Duran
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9 Times A Day
Well they dance with my mind
through these traits undefined
you and you and you alike
well you all seem to
Blow me away
Nice times a day then
By the tenth time
I'm drifting away
And you all gather in my brain
And you dance with my mind
I like to intercept your trance
Dissect the stories that you share
While all the rhythm feeds my soul
It all swells up and
Blows me away
Nine times a day then
By the tenth time
I'm drifting away
And you all gather in my brain
And you dance with my mind
You blow me away
Nine times a day then
By the tenth time
I'm drifting away
And you all gather in my brain
And you dance with my mind
Well they dance with my mind
through these traits undefined
you and you and you alike
well you all seem to
you dance with my mind
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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9 Times A Day
Well they dance with my mind
through these traits undefined
you and you and you alike
well you all seem to
Blow me away
Nice times a day then
By the tenth time
I'm drifting away
And you all gather in my brain
And you dance with my mind
I like to intercept your trance
Dissect the stories that you share
While all the rhythm feeds my soul
It all swells up and
Blows me away
Nine times a day then
By the tenth time
I'm drifting away
And you all gather in my brain
And you dance with my mind
You blow me away
Nine times a day then
By the tenth time
I'm drifting away
And you all gather in my brain
And you dance with my mind
Well they dance with my mind
through these traits undefined
you and you and you alike
well you all seem to
you dance with my mind
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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A harvest of peace is produced from a seed of contentment.
The Lord's Harvest of Plenty
What a truly awesome thought indeed,
That throughout your day you live among seed.
Not the seeds that one would find in the ground,
These are not seen, but in the heart they are found.
These seeds are planted by the children of God,
As they simply follow the path The Savior has trod.
Your life as a Christian is not merely good deeds,
As your faithful witness could plant one of these seeds.
Or your life may be busy with a seed you don't know,
And your faithful witness is helping that little seed grow.
Planting and watering, as a Christian, is all we afford,
While all of the growth of that seed comes from the Lord.
After a little growth it is no longer a seed,
But a new vibrant Christian prepared for a deed.
The deed that has been prepared, I'm sure that you know,
Is to plant some new seed and to help water and help grow.
Once they have grown, they are cut with God's sickle of love,
And taken by The Lord to their Father's Home up above.
Whether the numbers are few or they are many,
You can be part of The Lord's Harvest of Plenty.
(Copyright © 08/2002)
With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.
quote by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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To Genevieve On Her Twenty Ninth Birthday
Happy Birthday to you Genevieve today you are twenty nine
And with age you have grown mellow like the good expensive wine
And on looking back a decade the years simply seemed to fly
And hope this tenth day of August is a day you will enjoy.
I remember in your teen years you had dreadlocks in your hair
And when things were going against you at your mum you used to swear
But the years have made you mellow and you see things differently
And now with you and mummy dearest it's mostly love and harmony.
Happy Birthday Genevieve Ladds you are twenty nine years old
And you are a special person and your's is a heart of gold
And your friends to you important and they seem to multiply
And hope this tenth day of August is a day you will enjoy.
poem by Francis Duggan
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God's-Acre
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls
The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just;
It consecrates each grave within its walls,
And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust.
God's-Acre! Yes, that blessed name imparts
Comfort to those, who in the grave have sown
The seed that they had garnered in their hearts,
Their bread of life, alas! no more their own.
Into its furrows shall we all be cast,
In the sure faith, that we shall rise again
At the great harvest, when the archangel's blast
Shall winnow, like a fan, the chaff and grain.
Then shall the good stand in immortal bloom,
In the fair gardens of that second birth;
And each bright blossom mingle its perfume
With that of flowers, which never bloomed on earth.
With thy rude ploughahare, Death, turn up the sod,
And spread the furrow for the seed we sow;
This is the field and Acre of our God,
This is the place where human harvests grow!
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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On The First Of Seven's Night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
for the world, ag'n christmas sight
on the first of seven's night
when the light of heaven is light
it's the world of two thousand seven bright
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
see, she is smiling in alone
ah! in love she is gone
'n' now she has got the tone
to say! to wish a new morn..ing
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
oh! it's the hit of 12'o clock
but who are they in morning flock
look it's you 'n' that is me
in between it's bond of thee
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
hey! who is playing these notes so cute
it must be octaves from lord krishnas flute
no! on the first of seven with the rythm inherent
a boy to a girl with the happys of heaven
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
and you! what are you doing over here
go to the fields and harvest your share
my blackberrys ripen with the dawn of the sun
hares and birds may already be having there fun
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
poem by Amit Ranjan
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Stepping On The Stairs
in wanting to go up
you step on the stairs
on the first step
you have to please this black dog
with the meat of a cat
on the second step
you have to deceive this white cat
with the whiskers of a fish
on the third step
you have to please this pink mouse
with a collar of a black dog
rising on the fourth step
you have to convince the hawk
that the white cat is dead
advancing on the fifth step
the bull demands that the fish
must be caught with its fins clipped off
the sixth step is meticulous
you have to find a way to
reconcile the black cat and the white dog
on the seventh you will be confused
what to do and whom to really please
to reach the eight step
the ninth step has this owl
speaking to you to finally proceed
to the tenth step
and you want to advance some more
trying to figure out what these animals
are asking you to do without
creating all the chaos
you want to please them all
to get what you want
finally you take the tenth step
and you are too weary and guilty
and up there you find
there is really nothing worth
the taking at the end
there is just the wind
blowing your hair telling you nothing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lament
To the Immortal Tenth (Irish) Division
Suvla, name of bitterness,
Myrrh and aloes in the mouth,
Salt as Dead Sea water is!
All that splendour, all that youth,
All that nobleness! Oh, waste
Of the dearest, loveliest!
Sands of Suvla, scarlet-dyed,
Where the Cross is down in shame
And the Crescent flaunts its pride!
Was it for this they went aflame,
The young shining sons we nursed,
For the fire and the fierce thirst?
Suvla, that is holy ground
Sown so thick with martyr's seed:
There's no Christ now, but Mahound,
Now the Prophet and his breed
Hold the hill, their glorious grave,
Where they died but could not save.
Savage sun and brassy sky,
Rocks from which no waters sprung,
Was it for this we gave to die
All our beautiful, our young
Dear dead darlings sacrificed?
Thou, -- wilt Thou repay, Lord Christ?
poem by Katharine Tynan
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