The Path
What makes us tick?
What's this life all about?
When the going gets tough,
Do you quiver with doubt?
My life it has an order.
Everything has a place.
It's like a casual stroll.
But we think it's a race.
Had I hit that stop light.
Would I have met you?
I am right here, right now,
Because of all I've been through.
It has it's ups and it's downs
And it's ins and it's outs.
Sometimes it rains 'til it floods.
And we go through some droughts.
I'm in a special place now.
Where I've always longed to be.
I thought life was so wrong,
But now I have to agree.
Been there, done that.
I'd do it again.
To see where my path leads me
Leads me in the end.
It all comes together.
After it all falls apart.
A blank piece if canvas,
To a fine piece of art.
It's like an intricate puzzle,
And all the pieces, they fit
You won't see the big picture
If you give up and quit.
Embrace your life journey.
And all the paths you have gone.
All those paths they have lead you,
To the path that you're on.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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8th Grade Graduation
A puzzle together
a puzzle apart
each piece belongs to my heart
each piece is differant
each piece is great
But now they have to take on the long expected fate
They knew it would come
the day was here
the day they dreaded at the beginning of the year
The day they would be pulled apart
the whole would be broken
they knew it from the start
A piece here
and a piece there
how could life be so unfair
The beautiful picture the puzzle protrayed
is now forgotten
the pieces have strayed
They went away
fell beneath the wooden table
the puzzle would never again be stable
But that puzzle is forever in my heart
the memories of each piece
will never fall apart
-For my eighth grade class on graduation-
poem by Summer Song
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The Lords Path
there is a choice that i must make
of which path that i should take.
i was shown the path that leads
to my death and destruction.
but! i must teach my fellow man
the life of a new construction.
the life of following the LORDS word
so it can be taught and heard.
seeing the path which ahead lies.
do i continue and give it a try?
is my faith strong enough
for this path is mighty tough.
so here i stand with choice in hand.
do i help my fellow man?
do i give up my life so that the
world could be free and follow this destiny?
or do i forget my fellow mans needs
of which my LORD had planted this seed.
this is the choice that HE has given to me.
to follow him so that other men could lead.
to lead mankind to the path of light
and be able to see all the LORDS might.
and now this question i propose to you
if you was me what would you do?
(we all know the choice he made, for our salvation)
poem by Louis Rams
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Peace Returns Again
We live, We die.
We mourn. We cry.
And those that are left
pick up the pieces
that were that person's life,
little pieces that fit together
like a puzzle that just like the weather
is filled with changes
of highs and lows,
of happy times
and all their woes.
The last piece of the puzzle
fits right into place
and frames the picture
that was their face.
We keep that puzzle in our heart
and remember with love each little part
that was that person's life.
We then are left with an enigma,
a puzzle that relates their life.
It lives on in the mysteries of this world
but becomes solved in the afterlife.
And peace returns again.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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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
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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
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Bit By Bit
Bit by bit, piece by piece
I shall put this puzzle together.
It will distract my mind
and as I find a piece
that fits, I marvel
that anything so exacting
can be so distracting.
I do not think of cares and woes.
They've taken flight for now.
I think of what is in my hand
and where it will fit somehow.
As I hesitate to finish
for then I must perform
all those perfunctory duties,
routinely as I move.
I try again to fit into this world,
fit into the groove.
Bit by bit, piece by piece
I have put my life together.
Just like the puzzles that are done
I often wonder whether
the end piece of my life
will make a lovely picture?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Missing puzzle
They talk of the puzzle that has the missing piece,
But none mention the piece with the missing puzzle,
It's hard when there is nowhere to turn for release,
And searches for acceptance lead to refusal,
It pains me to hear puzzles constantly complain,
For the piece with a missing puzzle cries in vain,
They try to fit in places that they never can,
And end up with a life like that of a cursed man,
They can pretend they are another puzzle piece,
And then try forcing themselves into a puzzle,
But it will hurt them until they crave for release,
And acknowledge their prospective host's refusal,
They will surely be doomed to tiresomely roam,
In a vain search for a place that they can call home,
Till they declare themselves a puzzle of their own,
And then learn how to be content being alone.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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Karma Theory Of Islam
God has written down in brief
Our endless life story
That is being played
On the seven-storied stage of sky!
.
At the same time it’s also true:
We are the architects
Of our own future
Cause we get result of what we do!
However we’ll have the final result
Of our actions on the Day of Resurrection!
God acts according to plans
We should also plan our future
And try to make it happen.
Even God does not know everything
In absolute detail
And He doesn’t need to know it.
It is an endless story
Even God forgets some things
After zillions and zillions of years
That’s one of the reasons
Why God has written down every important matter
Be it big or small on Laohay Mahfuz.
Therefore we should also read and write
To preserve and spread our wisdom.
There are seventy thousand paths
That lead to paradise
For example
Path of Belief
Path of Truthfulness
Path of Remembrance of God
Path of Charity
Path of Salat
Path of Fasting
Path of Tax
Path of Hajj
And so on.
All the aforesaid paths are straight paths
That leads to respective gates of paradise!
In fact Pool Sirat has seventy thousand levels
All end at the respective gates of paradise!
The Gate of Faith of paradise is the biggest
And it is the must have access to paradise.
However
For a hassle-free journey to paradise
One needs to go through at least
The following paths
Path of Belief
Path of Patience
Path of Preaching of the Truth
And path of any other good work
If you are a firm believer
You will be able to go to paradise
Through the Gate of Belief
If you are a truthful person
You will be able to go to paradise
Through the Gate of Truthfulness
And so forth
So you see it’s very easy to go to paradise
But it’s very difficult
To be very prestigious
In the eyes of God.
N.B. - Laohay Mahfuz is God's Diary and Pool Sirat is bridges of light that will connect the field of Judgment Day and paradise between them will be hell.
poem by Asif Andalib
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The Path of Hope
The Path of Hope
The Path of Life is layed before you
Life is like a novel…It has elements
It has Characters
It has Settings
It has a Plot
It has Ideals and Morals
Like Friendship and Love
Like Faith and Sacrifice
Like Fate and Destiny
Like Hope and Despair
There are Paths…Paths of your destiny
The Path of Good or The Path of Evil
The Path of Darkness or The Path of Light
The Path of Hope or The Path of Despair
Only you can choose your path
But chose wisely…For you can’t turn back time
You must follow your heart…For it will guide you
Never give up on your dreams
Always Believe…Trust your heart
Don’t let the bad people get you down
Just Believe,
Trust your Heart,
Have Faith in your Dreams,
Have Hope in the Despair,
Follow the Light in the Darkness
Find the Euphoria in the Sorrows,
Trust your Friends,
Follow the Stars…They will Guide you
May the Stars be a Light for you when all other Lights go out
Life is like a Novel…
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My Times Are In His Hands
All my times are in the hands of the only true Mighty Sovereign God,
And He is by my side every day, and goes with me every where I trod.
Each day He allows me to choose the very path I would like to take,
But every day He faithfully directs each and every step that I make.
When my choice leads me to follow people down a path that is wrong,
He will very gently guide me away from what could be an evil throng.
When something happens in my life that I simply can not understand,
I just look up to The Lord in prayer, and He take's me by the hand.
When my life for no reason seems to go through unpredictable stages,
The Spirit will gently lead my thoughts to The Rock of All the Ages.
When my life seems to be so uncertain, and I wonder why I am here,
The Lord whispers “I lead you this far so you needn't have to fear.”
When my life takes a turn and I wonder to The Lord where am I going?
The Spirit again reminds me, that my Lord is one who is all knowing.
When by my own choice, I follow my fleshly lusts and begin to stray,
My Father's loving compassion always leads me back to the Only Way.
Even though the choice I make brings into my life a dark aftermath,
The Lord will shine His light down upon me, to guide me on my path.
Finally, when The Lord takes me home, that bright and glorious day,
I will look back upon my life and see He truly lead me all the way.
(Copyright © 03/2003)
Plan of Creation
Life's terms, life's rules.
Rules made up by life,
But not the creator of life.
Life tries to challenge the rules of the creator.
It tries to change the rules of the creator.
But the creator can never be changed.
Nor can His rules.
He should never be challenged.
His wisdom and knowledge is the design.
For I am not the designer.
I am merely a part of the plan.
Of the overall design.
A beautiful creation, by a beautiful creator.
My mind is my cage, my box.
To live outside the box is to be truly free.
The creator's creation is creative.
But I am only a piece of the puzzle.
A puzzle is many pieces, that creates a big picture.
For I am not the big picture,
I am merely just a part of it.
I am not the beginning.
I am not the end.
I am just something in between.
I am stuck in the middle.
And there is no place I would rather be.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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The Voice Says In My Heart
Dreaming of a life of peace,
Though I am shattered to pieces.
A damaged spirit, resulting from a defective mind.
Broken and irreparable, so I think.
But my thoughts got me here in the first place.
On my knees, looking up, I see the light.
Shining down on me from above.
It connects with the light inside.
The voices in my head silence.
My mind clears, true vision appears.
'Pick up the pieces.', the soft voice whispers from within.
'Many pieces, put together, makes a piece.'
'That is what you seek isn't it? '
'Give them to me, for the pieces are heavy'.
'What I have created, only I can fix.'
'It was broken by you in the first place.'
'Because I was not your first place.'
'I was your last. I was your end.'
'But now you have reached me, '
'Let me show you what I can do.'
'For I come with an eternal warranty and a misery back guarantee.'
Piece by piece, I was put back together.
Until I was one.
Not one with my thoughts, but one with my maker.
No longer listening to what the voices in my head say.
But to what the voice says in my heart.
As it whispers to me, I can feel it's voice.
'Peace.'
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Sad picture piece
The picture we took together
And put together piece by piece
All of us as a Group
With smiles on our faces we
Were laughing together
Creating what we thought
Was a big happy picture
Now in the future we look
At that big picture piece
And see a sad picture piece
Comparing it to today, most of us…
Dead, war reached us.
What use to be happy picture piece.
Turned to what it really was.
A sad picture piece we put together
As a Group.
Smiling, laughing, naive
Naïve of what the future
Could bring
Friends dying, revealing what they
Really did with there life
In the past, happy as can be
Together wishing for more
Seeing that picture now
Remembering all the thing’s I had
In the past, also with things I lost
Now you see a picture with lies
But also the truth
Both makes the group shot of friends
We put together
A big, but small sad picture piece.
poem by Marcellus Watts
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Good Life
There is this door in front of you
If you don't open and see what behind it
You are going miss out on a lot
There is
Good life
If you just overcome your fear
There will be something amazing happen
You will never regret yourself if you just do it
If you want something so much
All you have to do is dig a little deeper
There is going to be ups and downs, but
If you believe in yourself and do it
You doing it with flying colors and
Good life
Happen because you did it
Just remeber that you're not alone
There is someone you can go to or lean on
You might think is hard and
Give up on yourself and doubt yourself too
Don't do that and
There is going to be ostacles that going block your way
So just face you fear
Good life
Will come to you and you see that you're strong enough to do it
You will be great when you do it
There is this door in front of you
If you don't open and
See what behind it
You going miss out on a lot
There is a
Good life
If you just overcome your fear
There will be something amazing happen
You will never regret yourself if you just do it
There are these two paths
You have to choose
One can lead you in dark or good path if you lucky enough
Just remember if you made wrong decision
Then next time try making the better choice.
Good life
Will come along way
So just hold on tight and be brave
It going to be worthwhile if you just do it
Good life
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For piece of bread
I have got what I wanted but had not
The scuffle was unnecessarily fought
For a piece of tiny land
As if it was heavenly sent
There is daily struggle for piece of bread
Life is at risk and not peacefully leads
Where to go and find the advice?
Words spoken are coated very nice
I will not know who is friend or foe
I am unsure when he will leave me and go
Yet I have to believe him and retain
Even if no warm but cordial relation to maintain
I know they will stab me at any place
I will find no time to race
Life is reduced to just piece of paper
Bubbles may rise but disappear in water
What have we turned life into?
To gain the hold whether true or untrue
Real hell to visit once in life
Cut the throat with edge of knife
Confine the self in corner of home
No one may object and always welcome
You can not see the real world
The soul and body is already sold
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Hidden Path
My paths conceal the truth of years,
Grass has grown to make reasons;
I shoot in the air to find sins and crimes,
Then the paths make me finish in nastiness.
Let each path believe in itself,
Life teaches us lessons of stupor,
Life ends in the wrong way,
And life guides the strong and weary.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Few Easy Pieces
Piece of this
piece of that
Peace and bliss,
Piece of crap
Peace of mind,
Piece of cake,
piece of work
Piece of steak,
Piece of eight
Piece of the action
Piece of the pie
Peace and satisfaction
Piece in the valley
Piece of glass
piece of my mind
Piece of a….
That’s quite enough now! ! !
Let’s quit this dance
Let’s stop while we’re ahead…
Let’s Give peace a chance
poem by David Whalen
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Life And Time
if life is a book, then time is pen--writing pages of life journey;
if life is a piece of white paper, then time is color--painting more colorful life journey;
if life is a long river, then time is surging waves--pushing forward of life journey;
if life is a tree, then time is pieces of green leaves--enriching life journey;
if life is a door, then time is just the key--opening new start of life journey;
if life is a cup of coffee, then time is a bag of condiments--flavoring into life journey;
if life is a scene of tv play, then time is nameless leading role in it--performing its own speical and unique life journey;
if life is a oil painting, then time is its palette--rendering life journey;
if life is a fast horse, then time is its running greenland--carrying load of life journey;
if life is a greenland, then time is spring rain--moisturing nutrition of life journey
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this is ur own life, a life which only belong to ur own, ur sepcial and unique one.......
poem by Flying Heart
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Knowing Not what’s Ahead
I don’t know what lies ahead, so I look to my Savior instead,
The One Who bore a cross for me, to die a death at Calvary,
He, Who did that for me friend, knows how my path will end,
And so I’ll fix my eyes on Him, as He gives me peace within.
On every path that we trod, we must trust our Lord and God,
For on the path He has us go, our Lord’s desires shall show,
Where that path will end for us, as we follow our Lord Jesus.
And what the outcome will be, within the plan we cannot see.
The Plan of God we must embrace, while living out our days,
As children formed of but dust, an Eternal God we can trust,
For our Lord makes no mistake, on any path He has us take,
As all things work out for good, in His ways not understood.
Whether my path is bright or dim, I must always trust in Him,
He, Who knitted me in the womb, has set up, for me a room,
In His Father’s Home above, where Christ leads by His Love,
Love, He guides me in each day, even upon the darkest way.
Even if I choose my path in life, my way’s directed by Christ,
And upon every path taken, by my Lord I am never forsaken,
Who continues daily leading me, from this earth into Eternity,
Where all things will fall in place, when I see my Savior’s face.
(07/2011)
Life Goes On
It's the rat race
You want to blame,
Or then again
Maybe it's just your given name;
Either way
It's all the same,
Life's a gamble
And life's a game,
Some days it's the sun
Some days it's the rain,
Some days
It's just the same old same.
So, pack up the bags
Lying low beneath your eyes,
Filled with the weight
Of the tears you've cried;
Embrace the new borne air
Rising along a different trail,
Softly breath some of it in,
And put the rest in your sail.
When things are tough
The days are short, the nights are long,
That's just the way it is...
As life goes on, and on and on.
The chances are low
There's anywhere better to go,
But give it a shot anyhow,
Because life does go on and on... somehow.
It's nearly insane
The way everything appears the same,
And whether it's right or wrong
Life surely goes on,
From Tucumcari
To Hong Kong,
So give it your best, and
Stay in the race,
For someday you just may find
Life goes on to a most perfect place.
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