In The Middle Of The Journey
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE JOURNEY
In the middle of the journey
Though closer to the end
With still perhaps some years to go
Old and yet not the oldest of the old
I try to begin again.
I know
If I have not done it yet
I probably never will.
I know all the years
I did not make effort enough
Are not mine
To make effort in
In the future.
I know I probably will never get there.
I know it is not ‘beginning’
I should be doing now.
I do not then ‘begin again’
I continue from where I am
Which is not very far
On the road
Which is longer than I can see.
Will I get there?
All the evidence says ‘no’.
Nonetheless
I write this
As another small step on the way
To where I probably will not go.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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There isn’t no story
The tales that begin with the end
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In the middle of nowhere
The legend’s made to be forgotten
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Till where will u come?
A ruthless journey
On a path unexplored
I see U
How far will u come?
High up in the valley
Depp down in the sea
Destiny undecided
I may lose myself
How far will u come?
Darkness descends upon
I see no shadow of mine
Every step is an effort
How far will u come?
A journey begins
A journey ends
All questions answered
Except one
I still see u there
How far will u come?
Waking
WAKING
There are so many dreams no one ever realizes
We wake and try to understand where we are
What we have done in all the years seems folly
Nothing can justify this morning or the day to come
We have forgotten who we are and where we have been
The prayer that helps us and connects us back to God
Revives
We begin to live or try to begin to live
Our names are not known and our work uncelebrated
Our songs are not sung and our labors not blessed
We look out and up at the sky and feel light
We do not know how or why or in what way
But we understand that God has given mornings to begin again
We will take the first step and word and taste and sound
And all we feel and be will begin to revive
We will connect ourselves again with where we are
We will begin to work
And as the day slowly comes back to us we will come back to ourselves
Every day is a new beginning and a world G-d will make
We too are that world and that beginning
In all the many days of blessings and the years of this life
God has enabled us to begin again
This time now too is now different
And these words say we are here now for this morning
So long as this morning is in us.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Roads Of Life Keep Winding Up And Down
The roads of life keep winding up and down
They take us to obscurity and renown
It is a journey we must undertake
And along the way there's joy and there's heartbreak.
A journey that one day does have an end
Along the way we do make many a friend
And having said that here and there a foe
As on the road that leads through life we go.
Their road through life to fame some people lead
They are the people destined to succeed
Whilst many fame and fortune never know
For their life journey little they do show.
The journey through life at birth does begin
For baby who is born free of sin
But the innocence of youth is quickly lost
Survival instincts come at a great cost.
And the innocence we are born with erode
As we journey on along our great life's road
A new day and new challenge greets us at every bend
On our journey that one day must have an end.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A New Year Should Begin Again With New Hope
A New Year should begin with new hope-
Beginning again-
But after so many beginnings and so many years
And in Old Age?
I write these lines as if I had written them many times before
What if a new beginning is only a repetition of what one has already done before?
I try to begin again
I force myself forward
An old man tries too to walk faster
And sometimes he can
But slowness and sadness are his essence.
I will begin again
But more slowly than before.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Journey With You
Taking the long journey
To the middle of no where
Is a journey i am willing to take
The fact that i care about you so much
is myself i am willing to hate
If i had to be with someone one
I'd hope it was with you
To help me do things that id never really do
As we go through obstacles
and life takes a flash
Together i say we've accomplish
and fought through all the task
Taking a journey to the middle of no where
is a journey im willing to take
I'll be okay through it all as long as your in my fate
poem by Chey Tru Love
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Journey From A Small Place
I think I'll journey out some day to wondrous lands afar,
Or even chart a journey to a distant blazing star.
I make a journey in a paper
A contemplation ink in white field
I make a journey inside the book
Traveling my imagination in the word ocean
I make a journey under the table
A furious food battle on the ground
I make a journey on top of the roof
Transforming myself among the cloud in the sky
I make a journey outside the glass
A different possibility faces on the transparent canvas
I make a journey at the bridge
Clearing the dark shadow with the water current
I make a journey above the tree
An adventure child who never stops to grow
I make a journey over my pillow
Bringing a piece of dream to reality world
poem by Selam G. Sekuar
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Journey From Small Place
I make a journey in a paper
A contemplation ink in white field
I make a journey inside the book
Traveling my imagination in the word ocean
I make a journey under the table
A furious food battle on the ground
I make a journey on top of the roof
Transforming myself among the cloud in the sky
I make a journey outside the glass
A different possibility faces on the transparent canvas
I make a journey at the bridge
Clearing the dark shadow with the water current
I make a journey above the tree
An adventure child who never stop to grow
I make a journey over my pillow
Bringing a piece of dream to reality world
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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For Everyone The Life Journey
For everyone the life journey is different though a journey that for all of us must end
Along the way we meet some who do not like us But we also do make many a good friend
And on the journey we learn many lessons we've been learning from life since before we did crawl
And every day we live in life for us a lesson and that applies to you and me and all
And on our life journey we make many mistakes and for every one of them some price to pay
But we must struggle onwards towards the finish and every dawning for us a new day
For many life's road more uphill than downhill it is a hard journey to undertake
We have the good days and we have the bad days and every dawn to a new challenge we wake
Tomorrow is another day they will tell you and tomorrow in it's own good time will come
But tomorrow will not be for everybody today's will be the last sunset for some
For every one of us life's journey is different so different for you as it is for me
And our thinking on most things are quite different we all look at life so very differently
For everyone the life journey has to end sometime but where or when we are not meant to know
For some it will end before they reach their prime years and for some when they are walking slow.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Endless Journey
The journey we make in life is long and hard. This
journey which has its crossroads. . . when we get to them.
we have to decide on which road to take, what path to
make and what's down that road. This journey that we must make has many obstacles,
many detours, many signs. We see the signs, but never
heed its warnings, we see the detours in life, but seem
to stray the other way. Life is rough and so is this journey that we're making.
This journey we make has its trail of tears and its path
of happiness, the two never meeting. When finally, we choose our path, we must follow it to
the end, to the end of its road, which is our destiny in
life. That's when life begins.
poem by Anthony Taimanglo Taitano
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It Is Always Difficult To Begin The Week
IT IS ALWAYS DIFFICULT TO BEGIN THE WEEK
It is always difficult to begin the week
One's body is lost in a previous sleep
One's mind is still held down and back
Into resting -
The world is bleak
It is empty and difficult
I am empty inside
I have nothing to do
I have too much to do-
Still I must begin
I will do the usual routine assignments
Slowly I will get back into the motion and mind of my work
I am already trying now-
Even a small effort should bring forth suggestions for further effort
It will take time
Slowly I will find the way
From task to task
Into the real work -
Somehow the week will begin again
It always does-
Though now I am still slow and not there yet
I feel as if in writing this
I have somehow already begun to work again-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Dangerous Journey Of Love! ! !
Love is a one way journey, in which it is easy to get in,
every heart makes this journey, hoping someday they win,
some hearts never stop and make this journey way to far,
and realize their mistake, only when they end up with a scar.
Every heart walks thinking their destiny is in this way,
building dreams upon dreams, every night and every day,
from their lips hundreds of prayers goes into the skies,
hoping to meet their love, every time they close their eyes.
Some get stranded in the middle, not knowing what to do,
the pain begins to creep in, to break their heart in two,
the path that was once was thought to be a bed of roses,
seems to turned into a nightmare, as all the door closes.
Still some pursue their dreams, hoping they will make it,
shedding blood and tears all the way, and never say i quit,
overcoming all the barriers, some somehow make it through,
to just hear those three magical words, which is I LOVE YOU.
Some set their soul free by embracing death with their hands,
writing another love chapter as they sleep beneath the sands,
they had no other option, as their journey signaled THE END,
their hearts were broken beyond any force on earth could mend.
This is one journey, in which each step teaches something new,
millions take this journey but successful journeys are few,
still many make this journey, ignoring the warning from above,
this is not summer trip, it is 'The Dangerous Journey Of Love'.
poem by Kumar Kumar
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On occasion we need to make a second effort - and a third effort, and a fourth effort, and as many degrees of effort as may be required to accomplish what we strive to achieve.
quote by Thomas S. Monson
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The Work of Many Years
The work of many years
Lies in piles
Hidden from my care-
Years of effort
On pages most likely
Never to be read-
I don’t have the courage
To confront it
And try to save it all-
How much hope and effort did I give to those pages
No one will ever know?
How much of my life has simply been wasted
And will be thrown out in an hour as if it never were?
For years now I have been running away
From work done years before -
This poem too is a small escape
That will not save a single page
Of all I have done before.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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If I Could Walk a Million Miles
If I could walk a million miles where would I begin my journey?
I would probably begin my Journey with a talk With God.
I would ask him why he made my legs unable to walk.
Then after my talk with God I’d walk a few more miles until I came upon my mother.
I stop and ask her is it because of my disability you treated me like I’m not one of your children.
Now after my mother denies that she doesn’t do such a thing; I’d continue my journey of a million miles.
Now at the end of my journey when I have walked a million miles before I rest I hope that while walking
these million miles that in some of the steps I took my footprints left an impression behind.
If I could walk a million miles
That Nameless Island
when he makes a world
of his own
and this takes too little
time and effort
when he draws a small circle
around his world
and then you find out
that you are excluded no matter
how small that circle is
he knows what you feel
you are excluded, at worst,
you feel ostracized
and then you begin to feel
that pain of
exclusion
and then you begin to understand
what it is
to be excluded, a mutant,
an outsider,
the unwanted, the possible
intruder
to be in that circle again
you must make a promise and you must
make it right now
you see
that island that has no name in the
most stormy part of the ocean
when you are
thrown into the vast uncharted sea
is what you need
it is what you badly need
because you are now
in trouble
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Final Preparation....
leaves, just beginning to turn,
and the silent shout of rust
deafens the empty room.
bare feet leave no tracks in gravel,
yet the birds' wings scar the sky
as they begin their journey.
the plow sits motionless weeping,
the skillet whistles to the fire.
a squirrel sits atop the woodpile,
the mountains' breathing become labored.
and the wind packs its few belongings,
tips a hat to my shadowed soul.
as we begin the long journey,
the final preparation for beginning!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Meet In The Middle
(chaplin hartford/jim foster/don pfrimmer)
It was seven hundred fenceposts from your place to ours
Neither one of us was old enough to drive a car
Sometimes it was raining, sometimes it would shine
We wore out that gravel road between your house and mine
Id start walking your way
Youd start walking mine
Wed meet in the middle
neath that old georgia pine
Wed gain a lot of ground
cause wed both give a little
And their aint no road to long
When you meet in the middle
Its been seven years tomorrow since we said our vows
Under that old pine tree, you ought to see it now
Standing in the back yard reminding me and you
That if we dont see eye to eye theres something we can do
Id start walking your way
Youd start walking mine
Wed meet in the middle
neath that old georgia pine
Wed gain a lot of ground
cause wed both give a little
And their aint no road to long
When you meet in the middle
Babe I love the way we work it out
Thats what loves about
Id start walking your way
Youd start walking mine
Wed meet in the middle
neath that old georgia pine
Wed gain a lot of ground
cause wed both give a little
And their aint no road to long
When you meet in the middle
Id start walking your way
Youd start walking mine
Wed meet in the middle
neath that old georgia pine
Wed gain a lot of ground
cause wed both give a little
And their aint no road to long
When you meet in the middle
Id start walking your way
Youd start walking mine
Wed meet in the middle
neath that old georgia pine
Wed gain a lot of ground
cause wed both give a little
And their aint no road to long
When you meet in the middle
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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50 States in fifty states
The journey begins with all forms of transportation, for all speeds and conditions that will persist and exist.
You will travel as far as able with no destination but the desire to see and experience everything within a nation.
Your means are determined by the location and situation with which you find your self in and at the time of needed transportation.
Your journey begins from within the state you reside.
It is from here that you will travel north, south, east, or west in destination for nowhere, but everywhere... somewhere to rest.
You travel through Washington, in the middle of a rainstorm.
Through Oregon you journey along the beautiful but treacherous coast.
California is long and covers many moods, but in the end it is so beautiful.
Idaho, you see potatoes, and Craters Of The Moon, beautiful unless winter, which always comes too soon.
Nevada is next, the deserts are so plain, gambling keeps your mind off of the mundane.
Utah's mountains are a sight to see, tough to travel through but worth the scenery.
Arizona dries you out, unless you’re north away from the drought.
The west-coast is only the beginning, a foreshadowing of what will come in your sojourning.
You see the mountains, and the plains, you journey through forests, fields and rains.
This is only the beginning to greater feats yet pending.
You can travel on, in hopes of dreams that can be fulfilled, or rest yourself and retire at will.
You can travel on to see the hills, the plains, the swamps and the oceans reigns, or you can end your journey having seen enough to fulfill your lives dreams.
There is no problem with this route, it just ends and that is your way out.
For those that continue, come vast amounts of precious venues.
They shall see the political places, the capitols of business, the arts, music, and races. They will find the different paths it takes to make your journey a success.
They will see the many options and scenes that make up this journey we continually believe.
They will learn the ins and outs that make it tough, yet in the end they will be greater and more capable to handle the rough.
This journey takes place now, and until the end.
For this journey is
LIFE from start to end.
poem by Jeff Rushton
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Can The Middle Of The Darkest Night/Be Morning?
CAN THE MIDDLE OF THE DARKEST NIGHT/ BE MORNING?
Can the middle of the darkest night
Be morning?
Can we begin again
When all seems lost?
Is there a way out
When there seems no way out?
The dark rain falls and the dark rain gives all living things life
But in the middle of the night
Inside
The warmth and the walls say all.
Can we begin again?
Can I begin again?
I don’t know.
Morning light will come again to the world.
But will it come for me?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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