No life map
Road maps are there.
Paths can be chosen
No maps are for life.
Time reveals the path.
23.05.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Maps And Legends
He's not to be reached he's to be reached.
He's not to be reached he's to be reached.
Called the fool and the company
On his own where he'd rather be.
Where he ought to be he sees what you can't see can't you see that?
Maybe he's caught in the legend
maybe he's caught in the mood.
Maybe these maps and legends
have been misunderstood.
Down the way the road's divided
Paint me the places you have seen.
Those who know what I don't know
refer to the yellow, red and green
Maybe he's caught in the legend,
maybe he's caught in the mood.
Maybe these maps and legends
have been misunderstood.
He's not to be reached, he's to be reached. (4 times)
The map that you painted didn't seem real.
He just sings whatever he's seen
Point to the legend, point to the east,
Point to the yellow, red and green
Maybe he's caught in the legend,
maybe he's caught in the mood.
Maybe these maps and legends
have been misunderstood, been misunderstood. (Maps and legends)
(Maps and legends) Is he to be reached? He's not to be reached.
(Maps and legends) Is he to be reached? He's not to be reached.
(Maps and legends) Is he to be reached? He's not to be reached anymore
song performed by by REM
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Maps & Legends
Hes not to be reached, hes to be reached.
Hes not to be reached, hes to be reached.
Called the fool and the company,
On his own where hed rather be.
Where he ought to be, he sees what you cant see,
Cant you see that?
Maybe hes caught in the legend,
Maybe hes caught in the mood.
Maybe these maps and legends
Have been misunderstood.
Down the way the roads divided,
Paint me the places you have seen.
Those who know what I dont know
Refer to the yellow, red and green
Maybe hes caught in the legend,
Maybe hes caught in the mood.
Maybe these maps and legends
Have been misunderstood.
Hes not to be reached, hes to be reached. (4 times)
The map that you painted didnt seem real.
He just sings whatever hes seen
Point to the legend, point to the east,
Point to the yellow, red and green
Maybe hes caught in the legend,
Maybe hes caught in the mood.
Maybe these maps and legends
Have been misunderstood, been misunderstood.
(maps and legends)
(maps and legends) is he to be reached?
Hes not to be reached.
(maps and legends) is he to be reached?
Hes not to be reached.
(maps and legends) is he to be reached?
Hes not to be reached anymore.
song performed by by REM
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Some Got a Battle On Their Maps
I use to hate to
Re-organize
My life
For someone...
Who did not know who to appreciate.
I use to hate to
Re-organize
My life
For someone...
Who did not know who to appreciate.
I use to hate to
Re-organize
My life
For someone...
Who did not know who to appreciate.
People are like that,
They do not appreciate.
Some can be so ruthless,
They do not appreciate.
People are like that.
Sad is the fact.
People are like that.
Some got a battle on their maps.
People are like that!
Some got a battle on their maps.
People are like that!
Sad is the fact.
People are like that!
Some got a battle on their maps.
People are like that!
Some got a battle on their maps.
People are like that!
Some got a battle on their maps.
People are like that!
Some got a battle on their maps.
I use to hate to
Re-organize
My life
For someone...
Who did not know who to appreciate.
People are like that,
They do not appreciate.
Some can be so ruthless,
They do not appreciate.
People are like that.
Sad is the fact.
People are like that.
Some got a battle on their maps.
People are like that!
Some got a battle on their maps.
People are like that!
Some got a battle on their maps.
People are like that!
Some got a battle on their maps.
Some gotta battle
Some gotta battle
Some got a battle on their maps.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your goals are the road maps that guide you and show you what is possible for your life.
Sometimes I Wonder
Is there a place to which I belong?
Which I have searched already so long
Since all time is to me...?
Where are the signs or directions?
Somewhere on these roads are connections
That indicate the way?
Sometimes I wonder...
Perhaps there are maps others have found,
Written paths leading to holy grounds,
With buried treasure within...
The chance is here to find and explore
And seeing which is the golden door
Stop short of entering...
Resisting discoveries beyond
Mortal security holding on,
Knowing imperfection...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Paths 2
Some paths lead to dead ends,
some lead to pastures new,
but whatever path you take
it is always up to you.
Some paths are filled with beauty
colourfully decorated on either side.
Some paths are not so cheerful
and gloom hangs from every branch.
Some paths are well worn
where many feet have gone through.
Some paths have not been ventured on
and these always hold something new,
but whatever path you take
it is always up to you.
26 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Hush
Im a long long way from yesterday
And with time my ideals change
I want to spend all of my time
The way that it should be spent
Road maps here of 20 towns
Flights a faithless place
I eat another milk bar down
Yawn and wash my face
You know youre nervous when you see me sway
Too much time by yourself
You know you always seem to back away
Dont hide within yourself
Theres a certain hill I want to climb
Like tar bubbles on the path
When they all pop up in summertime
Forever my climb will last
Road maps here of 20 towns
Flights a faithless place
I eat another milk bar down
Yawn and wash my face
You know youre nervous when you see me sway
Too much time by yourself
You know you always seem to back away
Dont hide within yourself
Hush hush shhh
Hush hush shhh
Hush hush shhh
Hush hush shhh
You know youre nervous when you see me sway
Too much time by yourself
You know you always seem to back away
Dont hide within yourself
song performed by by Texas
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The End Of The Tunnel
The site at sight, I threw the road maps.
No more learning; no need of guidelines.
To eat, drink and be merry is enough.
Feeding the senses is the rest of my life.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Reading The Poems Of Other People
honestly i should be flattered
why you keep on
following every poem
that i have written
i know how hard it is since
there are thousands and
thousands
of these
posts,
i know what you think
that poems are maps
towards
who i am really
roads that lead to a
city
a rainbow that gives
the myth
that at the end of it
is the
pot of gold
you really flatter me
but what if these are not
maps
or there is no rainbow
of there is no
pot of gold?
what if we have the same
thinking
that there is really no
self
no city
no map
what if there are only
whims
or there is only shame
or death
what if
these are just footsteps
of a lost man
and at the end there
is only a cliff
where the man jumped
and killed
himself
it could be
so horrible
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lifes path
There are so many paths in life
I guess I could say
I ve walked them all
The right path
The wrong path
The path of pain
The path of good
The path of bad
Which path do I now take
At this present time of life
The path I take is the path of pain.
The path of hurt
So many paths I have walked
But im lost in the path
The path of pain
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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We're all pilgrims on the same journey - but some pilgrims have better road maps.
quote by Nelson DeMille
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The path we have chosen for the present is full of hazards, as all paths are. The cost of freedom is always high, but Americans have always paid it. And one path we shall never choose, and that is the path of surrender, or submission.
quote by John F. Kennedy
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You can map your life through your favorite movies, and no two people's maps will be the same.
quote by Mary Schmich
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A Wondering Soul
There is a place to which I belong,
In there, I have searched for long,
For the natural light
That would for always
Cover my life's pathway,
Since all time is mine...
Where are the signs-the directions?
Somewhere on these roads are connections
That indicate the way...
Perhaps, there are maps others have found,
Or written paths leading to holy grounds
With buried treasures within...
The chance is here to find and explore
And seeing which is the golden door
That shall be wide-opened for me to go through...
No resisting discoveries beyond,
Mortal security holding on,
Knowing once and for all
That my imperfection is real,
So, now, vanished are all my fears
And I have become a restful soul...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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The reinvention of daily life means marching off the edge of our maps.
Hardwork
the heart does not cease
pumping blood,
neither has the mind
stopped to think
neither must we cease
to love
to care to dream
the moon does not
stop shining
neither does the sun
or the stars
the orbits the planets follow
neither must our
feet stop rejoicing about
the new paths
our hands on their new maps
of touch
our eyes on the beautiful
landscapes
God has put.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Scientific way of canal digging
The governments should adopt scientific way
Of canal digging with an eye to
Solve flood problem, mitigate irrigation crisis
And open up new avenue of fishery.
At first the area where flood water overflow
From the rivers should be pointed out
And nearby barren lands should be identified
Then maps of the required canals can be drawn.
Subsequently the canals should be dug up
From the last points of maps
Which will end at near the mouth of the canals
Then with the aim of joining the canals
With the rivers dynamite should be blasted off.
The government will compensate the people
Whose lands will be acquired for the project.
In this way
The government will be able to give its people
A great relief and satisfaction.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Traipse
In the hearth of the slumbering road
Where you saunter to extemporize maps
The amber tinkers with the pulsations
And thaw everything that darts through
Making a cesspool where everything sank
Including I and my futile endeavors
Amalgamating with the last tears
Of the austerely saturated gloaming.
poem by Norman Santos
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The Paths
The path to destruction is invisible,
It is travelled on by the wise,
Giving an enterprise to behold,
Like a gesture too meek.
The paths are long and hard,
In one complete stroke you have moved,
In a single movement the damage is received
As the paths lead to roads leading to fatigue.
This path we allow on the rest of the world
Is narrow and far too long to achieve,
Success needed wending like a path,
A meandering path carried a difference.
Only a road is higher than a path
For it is tortuous in a full condition,
Its heavenly splendour is exciting
Like the eating of apples attached to a tree.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Heading Home
It has to be the warmest of feelings.
You have been away, and seen exciting scenes,
and eaten foods you never ate before,
and tasted delicacy.
And walked a stranger kind of street.
Then, near the end, of that nomadic path,
you know the tickets booked,
the train leaves prompt at nine,
and down you go,
with bags packed.
Like an exodus, others too, excited take their seats
and out pulls the train, goodbye that newer way.
Goodbye too the faces seen that journey on that path,
with maps and water and nomadic stare,
and home the heart is moved.
poem by Bernard Kennedy
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