We Do Not Outgrow Our Own Sadnesses
WE DO NOT OUTGROW OUR OWN SADNESSES
We do not outgrow our own Sadnesses
We remain lost in them.
No matter how far
We wander from home-
Life is not easy
And we wherever we are
Suffer the sadnesses
We have borne as ourselves
From the beginning.
How we get by
How we manage to get through the world
A mystery each answers in his own way-
Blessedness- or not.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Life and Its Sadnesses Does Not Leave Me
LIFE AND ITS SADNESSES DOES NOT LEAVE ME
Life and its sadnesses does not leave me-
Quiet I hear and know
Pains of others pains of friends
Time’s wounds
I cannot heal-
Blessed now I painless walk through the world
Sadness is something else -
Pains of others are their pains not mine
Why should I be blessed
When others my age suffer so now?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Who Knows All The Sadnesses That Death Brings
Who knows all the sadnesses that death brings
The hidden wounds that never heal?
The darknesses that remain black forever?
Who knows the hidden pains that death brings
And the darknesses and the sadnesses
And the cryings forever
Of what is lost and will always be lost in all of us?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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All These Complaints And Sadnesses
ALL THESE COMPLAINTS AND SADNESSES
All these complaints and sadnesses
All these ironies and doubts
All these self- mockings and inner musings
What do they give to those
Who long for Love
And Inspiration
Who need to perceive Life in more joyful ways?
All these kvetchings
What do they give?
Beauty Love Light Happiness -
Give them
You fool
Or shut up.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Light
Red corals and blue algae,
Wet sadnesses and swimming love
Need their own light.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Progressive societies outgrow institutions as children outgrow clothes.
quote by Henry George
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When We Were Young
WHEN WE WERE YOUNG
1)
When we were young
The world was young
Now we are old
And the world is old too.
2)
When we were young
The world was young
Now we are old
And the world is younger
than we are.
3)
When the world was young
I was not young
Now I am old
And the world is older- also.
4)
To be old is to be sadder
So much is not here any more
One will never be
What one was-
One can still hope faintly to be
One what longed to be-
But one knows
This too probably
Will not be given.
5)
Oh how Youth flies by in it all its glory
Oh how Time leaves us alone
With our memories and sadnesses
Our fears
For what is yet to come.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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When The Day Of Darkness Comes
WHEN THE DAY OF DARKNESS COMES
When the day of darkness comes
And it will come-
And when I can no longer see or feel the world-
When I am gone
Forever gone-
The same flowers and trees
The same sky
The same morning light
The same human dreams
The same loves and hates and sadnesses and joys
The same human condition
Will still be-
When I am no longer here
You will go on as you always have-
O world,
What will I do without you?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Just as we outgrow a pair of trousers, we outgrow acquaintances, libraries, principles, etc., at times before they're worn out and times - and this is the worst of all - before we have new ones.
quote by Georg C. Lichtenberg
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I Do Not Know I Wake Where I Do
I DO NOT KNOW WHY I WAKE WHERE I DO
I do not know why I wake where I do -
But first light makes me hope again-
The sadnesses in my mind are many
But the love of life also great -
True we are all contradictions
But I seem more so
Even in my old age-
Yet happier now
Quieter inside now
I go on -
It has been a long road-
I do not know how much longer the road will be-
I feel blessed now thank G-d
Because of the children and grandchildren-
Oh in old age how one needs the young to love life still and stronger.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Music Evokes Feelings In Me
MUSIC EVOKES FEELINGS IN ME
Music evokes feelings in me
I did not know I could have-
Longings and sadnesses
Hints of memory
Quiet joys
Beauty that brings tears
Deep deep love of life.
As if there were far far more in me
And in the world
Than I had ever known.
Music reveals me to myself
As nothing else does.
Wordless or not-
It teaches me a world within myself
How I love to feel and be in listening
Deep deep soul in me and of God's world.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Adios beautiful world, Adios
Adios beautiful world
With all your dirts and hurts
The times my heart would burst
With all ups and downs
With all pros and cons
At last i am free
I can reach my hands to the sun
Then i will have fun
Or will i have the fun?
Adios beautiful world Adios
With all the sadnesses and happinesses
I bless you for the romantic times
I forgive you for the bitter wines
Adios to those who pushed me on my knees
Adios to those who helped me back on my feet
Adios beautiful world Adios
I had the fun when you took my youth
poem by Nader Baheri
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Remember The Revelation!
There are times when my soul feels weak
As if a heartache permeates it,
Engulfs it and takes it over
And darkness that was not there,
Comes to visit me as if I were its new home...
The sadness that accompanies it feels heavy,
Wearisome and tedious, for that is its nature,
But I do not welcome such darknesses or sadnesses,
I am like Saint Paul, shaking off their effects,
Cutting them down to size with the sword of the Spirit.
I was not born to be consumed by the negatives of this world,
To have them fastened to my flesh like leeches,
I was not meant to sail this world with barnacles,
I make the sailing boat clean so it glides through the seas.
And when the darknesses and the sadnesses visit me,
I test them to see if they speak truths or lies,
What mixture of each applies, for such deceptions are shared,
And is not the past forgiven me, and is not hope within me,
And is not light stronger than darkness?
I reflect upon my visitation, the time of revelation,
When sleeping one night, the dream began for me,
For there I was and made aware physically of my dream,
Standing, upon the slope of a hill, one leg higher than the other,
Balanced there, by my own decision, becoming more aware...
Beyond my hill was another hill, yet upon it a silhouette,
That of a man hoisted high upon a cross, crucified,
And I will not deny what I saw before any man,
For it was Christ crucified, revealed to me at that time,
For there He was, squirming in agony upon that cross...
At first, I made out His form and the cross clearly seen,
Then I saw Him in agony, though distanced from me,
With no sounds of His screams made for my ears to hear,
But then something else happened that was unexpected,
Something I have never experienced happening before...
Above the cross was a focus beam of light from Heaven,
Straight down upon that cross it fell, quite suddenly,
No prior warning given, but that this light was like flames,
I stood still, quite baffled and amazed, yet not scared at first,
Thinking this was merely a beam of light and nothing more...
But then the light hit the cross and was redirected at me,
I saw it cross the hill and the space between Him and me,
Then I was engulfed in the blood red fire light in seconds,
I felt a fire flood within me, warming me, quickening my soul,
But instead of judgment and death as I first expected,
All I felt was love...
A sudden realisation that it was because of Jesus I was spared,
Yet not just spared and left to fend for myself as if unloved,
No, everything had changed because of what Jesus did for me,
So I stood there, still balanced, one leg raised higher,
Yet now completely bathed in fire, light and love...
And while the dream stopped there, as if all was said and done,
Every now and then, God reminds me of the revelation,
That I am not alone, that I am fully known, fully loved,
That I am not a child of darkness but a child of light,
My life no longer devoid of hope as for those who are lost...
This memory is my shield of faith against the darknesses,
This memory is my helmet of salvation against the sadnesses,
This memory is my armour against all the fears and the doubts,
For my soul is eternal and preserved beyond both time and space,
No longer can I say I am not loved or that I stand alone...
Though I stood alone upon my hill, yet the Lord was with me...
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581
as well as the WATCH NOW link on
the revelationtv-dot-com website...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Cryptic Utterances Make a Foolish Kind Of Poetry
Cryptic utterances make a foolish kind of poetry
At the other side of the rose is a flower whose name we do not know-
Where the lights of love flicker the moonlight flickers also
Where we are in our lives and where we will be in our deaths
Are not the same song-
A man walks down a road and never comes home-
The cities on the hill are all filled with pioneering sadnesses-
Time and memory play out their losses without mercy-
All we are and all we know waits for us on the other side of a distant star-
Cryptic utterances make a foolish kind of poetry
And I in my laughter play a game with words
Until the silence like the waves of the sea
Covers us with miniscule grains unknown.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Shining smile! Shine...Shine again
Shining smile! Shine...Shine again
Upon my face and hide again
Those tears of mine
Like you did before a while,
Shining smile! Shine...Shine again
Like the sun that is shining there Upon at the sky And hide again all sadnesses of my heart,
Shining smile! Shine...Shine again
Let my soul run underthat bright sky just once again
May once again becomes a child for a while just for a while.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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To Some, this Year, Diwali is Sad…
To some, this year, the lamps can’t glow
To brighten home and gifts won’t flow;
New dresses can’t be bought or worn;
The festive mood can’t home adorn!
To some, this year, sadnesses fill
The hearts and minds, with inmates ill;
Some kind of grief, demise or woes
Has crept onto the peaceful shores!
Even the thought of God doesn’t come;
The strife that came was unwelcome;
The taste-buds will not crave for sweet;
No cards or cracker-noise can greet!
Why everything has gone hay-wire?
Why water can’t quench this big fire?
Why pall of gloom afills the house?
No smile or laughter’s seen on spouse!
To some, this Diwali is sad!
No gaiety can make persons glad;
The recent shocking events stole
The happiness of life and goal!
Yet, things will make a U-turn soon!
The sky will have a bright sun, moon!
Life’s darkness will be filled by light
That grows to brighten day and night!
God will usher that season fast;
The lament will be thing of past;
New hope will light your life on earth;
Your home will flood with smiles and mirth!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-11-10
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Poets'food
I find poetry in my life
In my smiles
In my tears
In my day to day sufferings
I find poetry in my sadnesses
Humiliations, disillusionments
I find poetry from the night badly slept
From my dreams badly dreamed,
Lost in the blackout of my life
I find poetry of what I could have lived
And I didn’t.
I find poetry from everything I have lost,
Of what I tried to give but I couldn’t
I find poetry from my soul,
from my viscera so that everybody
Can smile.
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ALIMENTO DOS POETAS
Tiro a poesia
de minha vida
dos meus sorrisos
de minhas lágrimas
de meus sofrimentos
do dia a dia.
tiro a poesia,
das minhas tristezas
humilhações, decepções
tiro a poesia
das noites mal dormidas
dos meus sonhos
mal sonhados, perdidos
na escuridão de minha vida
tiro a poesia
daquilo que poderia
ter vivido e não vivi.
tiro a poesia de tudo que perdi,
daquilo que tentei dar e não consegui
tiro a poesia
da minha alma,
das minhas entranhas
para que todos possam sorrir.
Translated by Nelson Francisco de Andrade
poem by UMBELINA FROTA Linhares Pimenta Bastos
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If youth is a defect, it is one we outgrow too soon.
quote by Robert Lowell
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Christmas Day
The christmas spirit grows with each new day
And its so close but seems so far away
And yet it comes only once a year
And fore you know it, its already here
The streets are filled with laughter
And so many hearts are gay
Everybody helps to make the spirit bright
The houses turn on their christmas lights at night
Its worth the wait the whole year through
Just to make happy someone like you
And Ill never outgrow the thrill of christmas day
Its worth the wait the whole year through
Just to make happy someone like you
And Ill never outgrow the thrill of christmas day
Its worth the wait the whole year through
Just to make happy someone like you
song performed by by Beach Boys
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If youth be a defect, it is one that we outgrow only too soon.
quote by James Russell Lowell
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Grow we must, if we outgrow all that loves us.
quote by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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