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Time Rages At The Quiet Of My Soul

TIME RAGES AT THE QUIET OF MY SOUL

Time rages at the quiet of my soul-
My children are so busy now
With the errands of life
I cannot help much-

All my worry for them is irrelevant
They are deep in the duties of life

And I am old with retirement
Wishing I could help more-

And praying for their well- being with all my inquiet and irrelevant soul-

poem by Shalom Freedman
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No Time

at present
so busy
no time

time keeps slip
slip slip... sliding away

so busy with work
so busy with myriads
of things needing to be done

a working solo mum
is always on the run
so little time to get all done

not enough time
contained to work in each days sun
to complete so many errands
she must continually run run run to get all done

stop take a breathe
stop take a needful rest
stop take a needful quiet peaceful rest

rest body spirit soul
rest body spirit soul then rise
rise to spread the loving glory of your light

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Errands Of Life Forfeit The Soul

THE ERRANDS OF LIFE FORFEIT THE SOUL

The errands of life forfeit the soul
One needs time alone with oneself
To truly be what one is-
All day long I have been somewhere else doing things for others-
Now tired at the end of the day
I am at last where
I can write the few lines
Which mean what I am this day-
And though they be poor and bleak
Still writing them here
I know I am myself – at last.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Silent Rages

There are silent rages
that go on behind the masks of man.
They fight for what is good
and for what is bad.
At times its hard to tell
which is winning or losing
within the struggle for supremacy
that takes place within our soul.
We seek answers daily
to sooth our troubles within
calling upon a higher order
to give us serenity
and calm the silent rages
that continue to torment our soul.

4 January 2009

poem by David Harris
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A Fire Within My Heart (Vengeance)

There is a fire in my soul, it has burnt me to the bone
There is a fire in my heart, it has melted flesh to stone
There is an inferno in my breast, it rages out of control
There is a firestorm in my chest, it has consumed my being whole

There is a fire in my heart, it has melted flesh to stone
There is a rage with in my soul, vengeance will by my own
There is a burning in my mind, for death I am hell-bent
There is a desire in my conscious, filled with devilish intent

There is a fire within my soul, and it rages just for you
This fire burns with anger, may it guide my sword hand true.

poem by Tim Vallie
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Quiet Man

Quiet man of the Moors
Against the bricks of revocation
Invasion
When the mind is disturbed
When quiet is torn
Burning man of the soul
We die slowly when sold

Color is grand life
Shut your door
Keep the world out
Open your window
Let the garden in
Regain the deep serene joy
Quiet man of the heart

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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To Quiet... To Hold On

Each life needs
It’s own quiet place
Each life needs
To savor joy’s taste
A place where time stops
But for a moment worry is gone
Each life needs to quiet...
To hold on

Floating with the grace
Of the resting fawn
Each life needs to quiet...
To go on

Each life needs
A quiet place where tears can dropp
Where life’s eddies of trouble
Spinning downward
To be changed into joy
Foaming joy, floats to the top
Expanding like bubbles
Beginning to pop

Each life needs to quiet...
To bring their best to the top

It’s where all thoughts come together
Making the connections
In my heart and mind
I travel to this place by reflection

In this quiet place letting go
Can cause tears quite a bit
But like a river
Joy flows right through it

(Inspired by the memory of a weekend stay at the Cascade River after returning from the service.)

poem by Duane Botzek
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No Time F

there is chaos
deep within the soul
yet i have no time
to think about sadness
i am happy from within
there are wailings
of the feet on hot streets
but i have no time for hearing
i am busy sharing
my time for the dying
there are litlle wars
between little minds
yet i do not care for little wars
i love my quiet peace
inside my heart
there is gloom
ruling the days
of disturbed minds
yet i do not care
my days are bright
i have a caring heart
and a loving soul

poem by Villiamor Calventas
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Quiet Life

Somethings happenin but Im just gonna turn a blind eye.
If I see no evil, ask no questions, and I hear no lies.
Cant communicate with minds that are small,
With some people its like talkin to the wall
And a fellow who walks away,
Lives to battle another day.
And Ive really got no appetite
For a fight,
Not tonight.
All I want is a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
No ambition to rock the boat
When I can just stay afloat.
Be content with a quiet life
All I want is a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil at all.
Confidentially, between these walls,
Im on top of it all.
Id rather have em think Im deaf, dumb, and blind
Than aggravation every time I speak my mind
Keep _________ at a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
I could easily blow my top,
Start a row,
But why start now?
Give your daddy a quiet life.
Give your mother a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
[instrumental section]
Give your daddy a quiet life.
Give your mother a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
Confidentially, between these walls,
Im on top of it all.

song performed by by Kinks
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Roaming...

when the soul is blocked
there is a reason, could be that the soul has become too familiar
and as it insists, has become too unpleasant
for the body,

at 2: 30 in the morning the body is behaving like a dead man,
pretending, perhaps since there is still that
alcoholic breath, saliva sticking and
nostrils wriggling

a mosquito bite becomes too irrelevant,
a cockroach tumbles down on your hair and
laughs,

nothing is happening to life,
the soul and body at war, there is this room closed,
morning light seeking an entrance
to a night window
that is still magnetized to
dream.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There Was a Poem Written Long Ago

There was a poem
Written long ago
A quiet poem
I cannot read it now
I will not write it again-

A quiet poem
We wrote
That went deep
Into my soul
And made it know
That life
Is forever good and beautiful-

A quiet poem
that will never be written
for me
again.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Hero in Time

My soul is feeling extremely blue,
so blue as the azure-hued sky.
Seemingly devoid of any hope, only despair in it lies.
The light unseen, only the pain seems real.
Melancholy is all there is to claim.
Passively waiting on a timely clue, to draw its way near.
To rid this heavy burden, paying life's plain fined.
To break the spell, a hollowed grip that jails this soul of mine.

Return must I to grandeur gazes
where the moonlight shines so sweet
Splendidly soothing this sullen soul
like the illuminable stars in the scattered dark deep

Time does emerge from the midst of gloom,
to ease the troubled mind.
A hero, the aid, to walk me to the light.
Time indeed, is a calm escape
that takes me to a place, where the sea no longer rages.
and the storm no longer surges.
Atlast all things are made renewed,
within the pass of time.

poem by Godfrey Morris
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Lost is My Quiet

Lost is what I am.
Lost is who I am.
Lost is who I have been.
Every since I Lost you I have been Lost too.

Quiet is my lost.
Quiet is my sound.
Quiet is what I am.
Quiet is what I have been.
Since I lost you i have been nothing but Quiet.

Love is what I lost.
Love is what I want.
Love is what I will never find.
Love is what I had been.
When you left you took my Love with you.

Lost is my Quiet.
Quiet is my Soul.
Soul is my cage.
But forever more
Lost is my quiet.

poem by Kelsea Osterman
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Prayer and love^ t

Pray!
Whom? Immaterial.
If he hear? Irrelevant.
Will he reward? Inconsistent

Love
Whom? Immaterial.
If he/she knows? Irrelevant.
Will he/she yield? Inconsistent.

In prying you unload;
In loving you recharge.

In praying you beg;
In loving you offer.

The one who loves is superior.
02.08.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Sleep of Ages

O how I long to sleep the sleep of ages,
To slumber deep in cold Egyptian tombs,
In cobweb-covered catacombs and cages,
Encased by dust and musty old mushrooms!

My lonely, jaded soul I'll trade to Time,
With fragments of my faded hopes and dreams,
Exchanging them for something more sublime-
A toothless skull to hold my folded schemes!

And outside life still rumbles, roars and rages!
But not for me, oh no, but not for me,
For I am deep within that sleep of ages,
So faraway, and happy as can be!

poem by Joshua Dinkin
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If you bump into a soul

if you bump into a soul
never raise the word 'death'
for it is taboo to the other world
it's something fashioned for men
to put them in their place
for having tried to be God
to put them not only in their knees
but their head, back, torsos in one line
and lower than the ground
if you bump into a soul
just be quiet and look into his eyes
and - that's enough
for he is as different to you
as a butterfly is to a larvae
one crawls and eats
the other fully garbed
to blaze through the other world
if you meet a soul
just be quiet and let him roam where he wishes
for you and the soul are two entities
as different as the sun is to the moon
one warm and the other cold
and if you wish to know more
ask for the favours of God

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Lonely Soul

The lonely soul wanders
Alone in the walks of life
No other soul as his companion
The lonely soul wanders

Alone in the daybreak
He does his duties
In the walks of life
The lonely soul wanders

Alone in the life
He meets many other souls
Who comes to be
Unfit for the lonely soul
The lonely soul wanders

As the days pass by
The lonely soul became
More lonely, with no other
souls as his companion
The lonely soul wanders

Alone in the walks of life
The lonely soul decides
Not to die, but to face
Life in all its hardships
The lonely soul wanders

poem by Anto Thermadam
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The lonely soul Wanders

This is to show that despite people may feel lonely, they truly wallow in their own pity.How pathetic.

The lonely soul wanders
Alone in the walks of life
No other soul as his companion
The lonely soul wanders

Alone in the daybreak
He does his duties
In the walks of life
The lonely soul wanders

Alone in the life
He meets many other souls
Who come to be
Unfit for the lonely soul
The lonely soul wanders

poem by Damien Kai
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What's behind my eyes

What is behind my eyes?
A genius,
A lonely soul
One searching for comfort
Hoping for acceptance

What is behind my eyes?
A fighter
A lonely soul
Only wanting final peace
Wishing for a true friend

What is behind my eyes?
A school boy
A lonely soul
Who can't quite grasp reality
Learning new aspects of life

What is behind my eyes?
A peacekeeper
A lonely soul
Who always solves others' problems
Praying to solve his own

What is behind my eyes?
A student
A lonely soul
Constantly studying forms
Looking for some reason to live

What is behind my eyes?
A lost child
A lonely soul
Always whining and cowering
Searching for his family

What is behind my eyes?
A young teacher
A lonely soul
Never resting so that she may help
Dreaming of past happiness

What is behind my eyes?
A companion
A lonely soul
One who lends out comfort
Hoping to receive its own

What is behind my eyes?

poem by Yuki Cross
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What's Behind My Eyes