Sexual love is the loveliest.
An hour of flirting by lovers
Is worth a year of dull life.
An hour of their union
Is worth a decade of dull life.
22.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.
quote by Aphra Behn
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We should not say that one man's hour is worth another man's hour, but rather that one man during an hour is worth just as much as another man during an hour. Time is everything, man is nothing: he is at the most time's carcass.
Buried By Time
the earth
turns round and round
feeding on time
on and on
second upon second
minute upon minute
hour by hour
year by year
decade by decade
century by century
burying me
till i am nothing
more than
a fraction
of a millionth
of second
a fragment of
bone, small
as dust
a mere breath of air
and too small
for anybody
to give a thought to
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Troilus And Cressida
Can life be a blessing,
Or worth the possessing,
Can life be a blessing if love were away?
Ah no! though our love all night keep us waking,
And though he torment us with cares all the day,
Yet he sweetens, he sweetens our pains in the taking,
There's an hour at the last, there's an hour to repay.
In ev'ry possessing,
The ravishing blessing,
In ev'ry possessing the fruit of our pain,
Poor lovers forget long ages of anguish,
Whate'er they have suffer'd and done to obtain;
'Tis a pleasure, a pleasure to sigh and to languish,
When we hope, when we hope to be happy again.
poem by John Dryden
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Can life be a blessing
Can life be a blessing,
Or worth the possessing,
Can life be a blessing if love were away?
Ah no! though our love all night keep us waking,
And though he torment us with cares all the day,
Yet he sweetens, he sweetens our pains in the taking,
There's an hour at the last, there's an hour to repay.
In ev'ry possessing,
The ravishing blessing,
In ev'ry possessing the fruit of our pain,
Poor lovers forget long ages of anguish,
Whate'er they have suffer'd and done to obtain;
'Tis a pleasure, a pleasure to sigh and to languish,
When we hope, when we hope to be happy again.
poem by John Dryden
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Desolation
I think that the bitterest sorrow or pain
Of love unrequited, or cold death’s woe,
Is sweet, compared to that hour when we know
That some grand passion is on the wane.
When we see that the glory, and glow, and grace
Which lent a splendour to night and day,
Are surely fading, and showing grey
And dull groundwork of the commonplace.
When fond expressions on dull ears fall,
When the hands clasp calmly without one thrill,
When we cannot muster by force of will
The old emotions that came at call.
When the dream has vanished we fain would keep,
When the heart, like a watch, runs out of gear,
And all the savour goes out of the year,
Oh, then is the time – if we could – to weep!
But no tears soften this dull, pale woe;
We must sit and face it with dry, sad eyes.
If we seek to hold it, the swifter joy flies –
We can only be passive, and let it go.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Playground of Life XIX
One hour devoted to the pursuit of Beauty
And Love is worth a full century of glory
Given by the frightened weak to the strong.
From that hour comes man's Truth; and
During that century Truth sleeps between
The restless arms of disturbing dreams.
In that hour the soul sees for herself
The Natural Law, and for that century she
Imprisons herself behind the law of man;
And she is shackled with irons of oppression.
That hour was the inspiration of the Songs
Of Solomon, an that century was the blind
Power which destroyed the temple of Baalbek.
That hour was the birth of the Sermon on the
Mount, and that century wrecked the castles of
Palmyra and the Tower of Babylon.
That hour was the Hegira of Mohammed and that
Century forgot Allah, Golgotha, and Sinai.
One hour devoted to mourning and lamenting the
Stolen equality of the weak is nobler than a
Century filled with greed and usurpation.
It is at that hour when the heart is
Purified by flaming sorrow and
Illuminated by the torch of Love.
And in that century, desires for Truth
Are buried in the bosom of the earth.
That hour is the root which must flourish.
That hour of meditation, the hour of
Prayer, and the hour of a new era of good.
And that century is a life of Nero spent
On self-investment taken solely from
Earthly substance.
This is life.
Portrayed on the stage for ages;
Recorded earthly for centuries;
Lived in strangeness for years;
Sung as a hymn for days;
Exalted but for an hour, but the
Hour is treasured by Eternity as a jewel.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Was It All Worth It
Words and music by queen
What is there left for me to do in this life
Did I achieve what I had set in my sights
Am I a happy man or is this sinking sand
Was it all worth it was it all worth it
Yeah now hear my story let me tell you about it
We bought a drum kit blew my own trumpet
Played the circuit thought we were perfect
Was it all worth it
Giving all my heart and soul and staying up all night
Was it all worth it
Living breathing rocknroll a godforsaken life
Was it all worth it was it all worth it all these years
Put down our money without counting the cost
It didnt matter if we won if we lost
Yes we were vicious yes we could kill
Yes we were hungry yes we were brill
We served a purpose like a bloody circus
We were so dandy we love you madly
Was it all worth it
Living breathing rocknroll this godforsaken life
Was it all worth it was it all worth it
When the hurly burlys done
We went to bali saw God and dali
So mystic surrealistic
Was it all worth it yeah yeah
Giving all my heart and soul staying up all night
Was it all worth it
Living breathing rocknroll this never ending fight
Was it all worth it was it all worth it
Yes it was a worthwhile experience
It was worth it
song performed by by Queen
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One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.
quote by Walter Scott
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There Are No Minutes Kept Backed Up
There are no minutes kept backed up,
To put aside to decide to live them.
There are no minutes that can be stored as such,
For one to decide life is worth living.
There are no minutes kept backed up.
None one can say they have wrapped up.
There is no one on Earth with that much luck...
To decide when their life is worth the living.
People think they should be shown some proof,
That a life they live is worth the living.
While they isolate themselves locked up in coops,
To decide that a life they live is worth the living.
While awaiting for someone to approve what they do,
That a life given to them is worth the living.
With a choosing of every move...
Excusing some choices while others are removed.
To clarify that a life they live is worth the living.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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X'MAS MESSAGE 2012 - The Realities of Earthly Life
Life looks great
when our dreams, desires and accomplishments come through
on time, and as per our expectations.
Life turns dull, dreary and monotonous
when something exciting fails to happen,
and remain elusive for long.
Life becomes sad and worthless
when grief and woes often beset
our compromised earthly life.
Life seems worth living
when our hope and trust is in God alone
and God is with us!
THE GOD OF LIFE
GAVE US EACH OUR LIFE
AND HIS ONLY SON'S PRICELESS LIFE
UPON THE HOLY CROSS
TO REDEEM ALL MANKIND!
WHAT A LOVELY GOD
AND WHAT A WAY TO SHOW HIS LOVE
TO HUMAN BEINGS
HE MADE FROM JUST CLOD!
COPYRIGHT BY Dr John Celes 28-11-12
poem by John Celes
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Was It Worth It?
(tennant/lowe)
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Well I dont know why I was dreaming about you
But I do know that I was dancing without you
Then you smiled, and I was lost
You fall in love, why count the cost?
All I gave to you
All you made me do
I react when I hear people ask
Was it worth it?
Yes its worth living for
Was it worth it?
Yes its worth giving more
If Id had my way this would have happened much sooner
But until that day it was only a rumour
All at once you changed my life
And led me in to paradise
Where I had to do
What I wanted to
I react when I hear people ask
Was it worth it?
Yes its worth living for
Was it worth it?
Yes its worth giving more
I reserve the right to live
My life this way, and I dont give
A damn when I hear people say
Ill pay the price that others pay
cause its worth it
Yes its worth living for
cause its worth it
Yes its worth living for
All I gave to you
All you made me do
I react when I hear people ask
Was it worth it?
Yes its worth living for
Was it worth it?
Yes its worth giving more
And I reserve (what? )
The right to live (where? )
My life this way (how? )
I couldnt give
A damn when I (what? )
Hear people say (who? )
Ill pay the price
That others pay
cause its worth it
Yes its worth living for
cause its worth it
Yes its worth giving more
And its worth it
I dont know why
I never thought Id fall in love
I dont know why
I dont know why
I never thought Id fall in love
I dont know why
I dont know why
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Such is a Woman’s worth
What is a Woman Worth?
What is woman worth in stature
If not a priceless entity of passion and beauty?
A Queen unrivalled in all of nature.
Such is a Woman’s worth
Is she not the bearer of Man?
Then afford her the ultimate Honour
And cherish that notion oft as you can
Such is a Woman’s worth
Above even man, she stands
In all that is life and love and far beyond
Loving heart and warm hands
Such is a Woman’s worth
Man cannot be without her care
Nor find comfort in his kind
For there is no substitute out there
Such is a Woman’s worth.
Such then is a woman's worth.
Born to captivate, man to salivate
Unequaled in rapture, worthy of capture
poem by Martino Fortuin
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A special reason
A special reason
For special person
Not waiting for any season
But is it the special one?
A smile is worth million
A bond worth for union
May have clear lien
A feeling not known to alien
You offered me joy
I laugh it out and enjoy
It was worth to offer you smile
Life is moving smoothly for meanwhile
What a great response to smiling face?
As if river is taking part in race?
No one is sure of meeting the sea
It may still be worth to run as free
I would offer him nothing
It may still be something
It will surely be surrender
But he will not act as offender
I did offer him best
It stood the real test
He has sailed safely to shore
He has everything for me in store
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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One of the illusions of life is that the present hour is not the critical, decisive hour. Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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I wish I could be somebody
I wish I could be somebody’s hero, someone who
People could admire. I wish I could be somebody
I never ask for much, I always am polite
But sometimes I don’t think people listen
When I speak or notice when I smile.
I wish I could be somebody’s hero even for
An hour or so, just to feel as if I had done
Something that was worth it all.
I always wanted to be strong, flex my muscles and
See the weakling run. I always wanted to
Be somebody who could always get the
Girl. I wish I could be somebody’s
Hero, someone who would save the world
I don’t want to fly like Superman or drive a
Fast car like Batman, I just want to do
Something that is worth it all.
I don’t want to be a hero suffering pain. I just
Want to be a hero without gain. I want
To be somebody who is looked upon as
More than a friend, more than a hero.
I wish I was a hero someone who gets
The girl, feel those arms around my neck
And soft lips brushing mine. I just
Want to be something that is worth it all.
I wish I could be somebody who knows what
Life is all about. I want to scream I want to shout
I want to be someone who the world talks
About. I just wish that I could be
Somebody, anybody but me. I wish I was a hero
To the girl in my dreams, I wish she could
Be the reason for my being somebody
Who does something that is worth it all.
©Steve Gregory/Celtic Fish 2000
poem by Steve Gregory
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In Darkness
Must all of worth be travailled for, and those
Life's brightest stars rise from a troubled sea
Must years go by in sad uncertainty
Leaving us doubting whose the conquering blows,
Are we or Fate the victors? Time which shows
All inner meanings will reveal, but we
Shall never know the upshot. Ours to be
Wasted with longing, shattered in the throes,
The agonies of splendid dreams, which day
Dims from our vision, but each night brings back;
We strive to hold their grandeur, and essay
To be the thing we dream. Sudden we lack
The flash of insight, life grows drear and gray,
And hour follows hour, nerveless, slack.
poem by Amy Lowell
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In hour of darkness, I remember you
In hour of darkness,
I remember you
And the darkness of my life quickly flutters away
In hour of happiness,
I remember you
And the happiness comes much more
In hour of difficulty,
I remember you
And my faith goes stronger
In hour of death,
I remember you
And I breathe my last with a smile
In hour of losing courage
I remember you
And I become more confident
In hour of failure,
I remember you
And my failure turns into success due to you
In hour of seeking you
I don’t remember you
Because you are in me and I am in you
poem by Pushkar Bisht
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The Claim
OH! I admit I'm dull and poor,
And plain and gloomy, as you tell me;
And dozens flock around your door
Who in all points but one excel me.
You smile on them, on me you frown,
They worship for the wage you pay;
I lay life, love, and honour down
For you to walk on every day.
I am the only one who sees
That though such gifts can never move you,
A meagre price are gifts like these
For life's high privilege--to love you.
I am the one among your train
Who sees that loving you is worth
A thousand times the certain gain
Of all the heaped-up joys of earth.
And you, who know as well as I,
What your glass tells you every morning--
A kindred soul you should descry,
Dilute with sympathy your scorning.
At least you should approve the intense
Love that gives all for you to waste;
Your other lovers have more sense,
Admit that I have better taste.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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SOUL’s Worth!
A human life is worth
Much more than many beasts’!
The soul of man is priceless,
Compared to any life.
A soul is worth
Much more than
All treasures on earth!
So, keep your goal,
Keep your role,
And, keep your soul,
By walking in the Way,
In the Light,
In the Truth
Always-
That’s Jesus Christ,
THE ONLY WAY
TO REACH
HEAVEN!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-9-2008
poem by John Celes
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