Come, Let Us Go For A Walk, O Mind
Come, let us go for a walk, O mind,
to Kali, the Wish-fulfilling Tree,
And there beneath It gather the four fruits of life.
Of your two wives, Dispassion and Worldliness,
Bring along Dispassion only, on your way to the Tree,
And ask her son Discrimination about the Truth.
When will you learn to lie, O mind,
in the abode of Blessedness,
With Cleanliness and Defilement on either side of you?
Only when you have found the way
To keep these wives contentedly under a single roof,
Will you behold the matchless form of Mother Shyama.
Ego and Ignorance, your parents,
instantly banish from your sight;
And should Delusion seek to drag you to its hole,
Manfully cling to the pillar of Patience.
Tie to the post of Unconcern the goats of Vice and Virtue,
Killing them with the sword of Knowledge if they rebel.
With the children of Worldliness, your first wife,
plead from a goodly distance
And, if they will not listen,
drown them in Wisdom's sea.
Says Ramprasad: If you do as I say,
You can submit a good account,
O mind, to the King of Death,
And I shall be well pleased with you
and call you my darling.
[Translated from Bengali by Elizabeth U. Harding]
poem by Ramprasad Sen
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Walk In Love
Husbands do love your wives,
For he who loves his wife as himself loves himself too;
Wives submit to your husbands,
For the husband is the head of the wife;
Of Bar-Iesous,
Of Bar-Jesus,
Of Zeus and Hermes;
Whatever righteous thing anyone does,
He or she will receive the same from Father Yahweh.
Walk in love and learn from the truth always,
Don't let life toss you to and fro;
Children honour your father and mother,
For they are your parents;
Walk in love and learn how to share.
Try to walk circumspectly,
For cunning craftiness does not walk in love;
They always walk to and fro like,
The eyes of your understanding.
Ice, dice, rice, lice, nice, vice, and mice;
Try to understand life and,
Stand against the wiles of this world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Say Goodbye when your Chum is Married
Now this is a rhyme that might well be carried
Gummed in your hat till the end of things:
Say Good-bye when your chum is married;
Say Good-bye while the church-bell rings;
Say Good-bye—if you ask why must you,
’Tis for the sake of old friendship true,
For as sure as death will his wife distrust you
And lead him on to suspect you, too.
Say Good-bye, though he be a brother,
Seek him not when you’re married, too—
Things that you never would tell each other
The wives will carry as young wives do.
Say Good-bye ere their tongues shall strangle
The friendship pledged ere the lights grew dim,
For, as sure as death, will those young wives wrangle,
And drag you into it, you and him.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Vales of the Mind - for C P Sharma
Come, walk with me
Through the vales of my mind,
Climb the high mountains
Of inspiration we will find.
For we are as lovers
As we learn to care
For the wisdom we seek
And the knowledge we share.
Though miles may divide us
Vast oceans so wide
The strong hand of friendship
Draws you to my side
To join the small band
Of lovers who grope
Through the morass of ignorance
For one glimmer of hope.
Poetry is our common language
Life’s rhythms its role
With philosophy our anchor
And truth as our goal
So, come walk with me, friend
Through the vales of our mind
And climb the high mountains
Of inspiration we will find.
poem by Irene C S ClarkHogg
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Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
The children who neglect their parents will be cursed,
The Nature makes such children’s house a hellish dome,
They are lucky children who are blessed by their parents,
It is said that there is a heaven under the legs of mother,
The children love or not to their mother but she loves all,
She embraces good or bad children but she can’t smother,
Mother is habituated to pray to God for all their happiness,
A few children won’t love their parents but love their wives,
In old age parents are in need of only their children’s love,
Who devote God, adore parents will be happy in their lives,
Love of parents always comes to children from the sky above,
God bless those children who are blessed by their parents,
And God curse those children who are cursed by their parents.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Learn My Son
Learn my Son, my Mother said
From the things you’ve seen
To the things you have read,
For there is so much knowledge,
In our small World,
And when you learn it my son
It will become your pearl,
As you will shine it
And you will refine it
You will then display it proudly,
You will then profess it
A then you will confess it
And you will brag of it loudly.
Learn my son, my Mother spoke
As she talked from wisdom of age
As you can learn from many things,
Or by simply turning a page.
You can learn from a tree
If you would sit and watch a seed,
You can even learn from a poor man,
Just look upon his face, and you will be he.
Learn my son, my Mother cried
As tears came to her eyes
You can learn from tears and also smiles
You can even learn from a Child,
You can even learn, from me,
When I pass through my life,
You can learn from all men’s brothers
And why some only wish to die.
So take your knowledge and store it well
Protect it from all other men
For some Men need, what other men own.
And they will steal it as surely as you stand.
And when the years go by, and you're old and gray
In your mind many things will flow,
Some men have their wealth, many Men their gold
But their will be nothing more precious;
Than what you will know.....
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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(W – 2011) Random Musings – 007
Passion breeds poetry
Poetry feeds passion
But mine is dispassionate passion
And passionate dispassion
So I breed nothing
I feed nothing
I remain
Passion, dispassion and poetry
All rolled into one.
Y.. Tree of Life
The tree of life
It has a branch
A money making branch
The bigger the money making branch
The more comfortable our life
But if the money making branch
Is the only branch
On our tree of life
It is such an ugly and unstable tree.
A prayer and devotion branch
Will stabilize the tree of life
Let it be a real big branch
On your tree of life
But if only two branches on a tree
Imagine how ugly it would still be!
So let there be branches
Of Affability and Charity
Of Cheerfulness and Friendliness
Of Gentleness and Honesty
Of Humility and Compassion
Of Spirituality and Wisdom
Of Courage and Hard work
With these branches present,
It will carry soon the lush greenery
Of love and job satisfaction
And soon enough, the tree of life
Will bear the fruits
Of peace of mind and happiness.
A wonderful tree of life I wish you
with many fine branches
and lots of greenery and fruits.
poem by Aufie Zophy
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Race For The Prize
Two scientists were racing
For the good of all mankind
Both of the side by side
So Determined
Locked in heated battle
For the cure that is their prize
But it's so dangerous
But they're determined
Theirs is to win
If it kills them
They're just humans
With wives and children
Upwards to the vanguard
Where the pressure is too high
Under the microscope
Hope against hope
Forging for the future
But to sarcrifice their lives
Both of them side by side
So determined
Theirs is to win
If it kills them
They're just humans
With wives and children
Theirs is to win
It will kill them
They're just humans
With wives and children
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Life’s Lessons
From our very birth we enroll in life’s school,
Adhere to wisdom and don’t be counted a fool,
After we first learn to dine, converse and walk,
We find instruction on teachers board in chalk,
Then much advanced education we seek to find,
Merely with worldly jumble we pack our mind,
Truthful wisdom to us our ancestors did impart,
From which we chose straight away to depart,
Moral principles from our youth we were taught,
But after worldly gratification it was we sought,
Youthful life was lived fast; rolling and rocking,
Then the school of hard knocks came a knocking,
And for true knowledge my empty soul yearned,
But only selfishness in everything I had learned,
So blinded by worldly mind-set I could not see,
Others mattered and that it was not all about me,
The golden rule I’ve found to be absolutely true,
Do unto others as you would have them do to you,
Ancient wisdom makes for much brighter days,
Abundant truth can only be found in GOD’s ways!
poem by Joseph Blitch
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Read Your Bible Again
Mongamy or polygamy,
One, two, twenty or more wives!
There are bo scriptural verses that say having another wife is sin;
So read your Bible again.
Almost all the Great Men spoken about in the Bible had many wives,
And no direct speech from any verse spoke against them;
But only the Creator knows why it is so.
Whether you have a wife or many wives,
I am not against you either;
For the truth is always in the Scriptures!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Reservation For One
This is my tree, my tree, my tree,
My one lone tree, pear tree,
It grows, overflows, it grows it’s fruit,
Alone, only for me.
If I could go to a far-away place,
With just me and my tree, pear tree,
I’d pack my bags, my bags I’d pack,
I’d pick up my bags and flee.
There’s nothing at all, no nothing,
At all, that films me more with glee,
Than those globes, those globes,
Of precious fruit in my tree, pear tree.
I sit beneath, beneath I sit,
Its laden canopy, I polish it’s leafs then,
Set a table of fruits,
Of wine, and bread and brie.
This tree, my tree, could feed the world,
Find me a wife and camaraderie,
It’s powers, it’s powers are vast but I
Can’t pass on its secret sadly.
I’d tell the world, the world I’d tell,
If they weren’t all so hungry, you see.
But my fruit, my fruits, my laboured.
Fruits, I grew only for me, for me,
No none are as hungry as me.
poem by Suzanne Louise Bishop
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Trouble In Mind
by Bob Dylan
I got to know, Lord, when to pull back on the reins,
Death can be the result of the most underrated pain.
Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,
But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."
Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind,
Lord, take away this trouble in mind.
When the deeds that you do don't add up to zero,
It's what's inside that counts, ask any war hero.
You think you can hide but you're never alone,
Ask Lot what he thought when his wife turned to stone.
Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind,
Lord, take away this trouble in mind.
Here comes Satan, prince of the power of the air,
He's gonna make you a law unto yourself, gonna build a bird's nest in your hair.
He's gonna deaden your conscience 'til you worship the work of your own hands,
You'll be serving strangers in a strange, forsaken land.
Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind,
Lord, take away this trouble in mind.
Well, your true love has caught you where you don't belong,
You say, "Baby, everybody's doing it so I guess it can't be wrong."
The truth is far from you, so you know you got to lie,
Then you're all the time defending what you can never justify.
Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind,
Lord, take away this trouble in mind.
So many of my brothers, they still want to be the boss,
They can't relate to the Lord's kingdom, they can't relate to the cross.
They self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives,
Put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs or their wives.
Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind,
Lord, take away this trouble in mind.
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,
How long must I suffer, Lord, how long must I be provoked?
Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,
Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Headstrong
[ music: natalie merchant/words: natalie merchant ]
To your common sense firm arguments
I wont listen to your voice of reason trying to change my mind.
I mind my feelings and not your words.
Didnt you notice Im so headstrong even when I know Im wrong?
Take this to your heart and into your head now:
Before you waste your time, call a truce and call a draw.
Whats the use in mapping your views out in orderly form
When it does nothing but confuse and anger me more?
I mind my feelings and not your words.
Didnt you notice Im so headstrong.
Youre talking to a deaf stone wall.
Take this to your heart and into your head now:
The old wives tale is true, Ill repeat it.
All is fair in love and war, thats how the famous saying goes.
Open up your eyes, see me for what I am:
Cast in iron, I wont break and I wont bend.
Take this to your heart and into your head now:
The old wives tale is true, Ill repeat it.
All is fair in love and war, thats how the famous saying goes.
If I told you we were out to sea in a bottomless boat,
Youd try anything to save us, youd try anything to keep us afloat.
And if we were living in a house afire,
I dont believe that you could rush out and escape it and not rescue me.
Take this to your heart and into your head now:
The old wives tale is true, Ill repeat it.
All is fair in love and war, thats how the famous saying goes.
Listen, I think they were talking to you.
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXVII
I will release my soul of argument.
He that would love must follow with shut eyes.
My reason of the years was discontent,
My treasure for all hope a vain surmise.
I will have done with wisdom's sophistries,
Her insolence of wit. What man shall say
He comfort takes in the short hour that dies,
Because he knew it mortal yesterday?
The tree of knowledge bears a bitter fruit.
This is that other tree, whose branches hold
Fair store of faith, peace, pity absolute,
And deeds of virtue for a world grown cold.
If by its fruits the tree of life be known,
Here is a truth undreamed of Solomon.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Without Them We Wouldn't Be Here
Ask yourself this question right now,
Is your view on your elders to mock,
If it is it's time ask yourself why,
You must put yourself in the dock.
To properly assess your role in this life,
Your history you just have to respect,
Those generations who have went before,
On them take some time to reflect.
Would you seek advice from your elders,
Or does the thought of that leave you cold,
Life is short so don't ever forget,
One day you yourself will grow old.
Throughout history our Mothers and Fathers,
Have encouraged their offspring to learn,
That the gift of life you must treasure,
The respect of all others you must earn.
Do you really know your Grandparents,
If not you must ask yourself why,
The knowledge they've gained is invaluable,
They also have an unlimited supply.
When they impart their vision of life to you,
Wisdom comes to the one who listens,
Our elders are worth far more than you think,
Remember it's is not just gold that glistens.
They also had parents who loved them,
If they've passed do you know their location,
Find out where they've been laid to rest,
It's a search which will bring such elation.
You'll then find it highly rewarding to find,
You're but a branch on a very large tree,
That generation gap will be cast to the side,
The knowledge gained will set your mind free.
Finally you'll have learned the meaning of life,
Age should never be used as a barrier,
We are all growing old from the day we are born,
Of that message you are now the carrier.
That question you posed will be answered,
Your life will become crystal clear,
We've a lot to thank our elders for,
‘' Without Them We Wouldn't Be Here ''
Respect Him more
I was....
Like to criticize other
Like to make fun other
Like to give a wrong judgment
Like to think i always right
Like to push someone to follow me
Like to think maybe other girl jealous of me
Like to think well.... i am cute, boys will love me
Like to think well.... i am smart, i can work everywhere i want
But now, Lord open my mind and soul
After i married to this man
He makes me change my mind
I use my feeling more then anything
I choose to be an observer
Then if i write
It's more about me
and it's like a mirror to see my own
Then, i can change what should i have to change
I always be a optimist person
Like my brother always remind me
Now, i know what his means
I thank to God to have those brothers who love me
Who say my name on their prayers
To those lovely wives
Beautiful and smart wives
Bring cheerful and happiness in to my ordinary life
Then, i give my heart to be build by God
When me and my husband learn to respect Him more
All of My Greatest Thanks!
Let my heart speaks to you now, my brothers
Sisters who raised me by the absence of mother
That weaned my childhood's ignorance of death
And of which love I had yet to learn since birth
My mind while it's still unsullied to its buoy
Fields of memories wherein my boyhood a coy
Pieces of right and wrong, like a puzzle to fit
One picture, at the end, you molded me right
Though I envy your children, siblings of my father
You shared all your wisdom as if I am one of yours
To grandpa who stilled me yet all my fears
And grandma who embraced me to be braver
Siblings of my mother you all fed my hunger
Though I know not I was a bee of your shelter
To grandma who taught me the value of sharing
And the diktat of how to wait with patience
Indeed, my heart leaves no one was part of me
Your love that nurtured my growth and pride
But the truth to which I confer my greatest thanks
My father, my eldest sister: the braces of my stand
My wife and my two sons: the sources of my faith
Inspirational friends, cousins, nieces and nephews
Uncles and Aunts, you are all my wings of joy
And to God, this heart has now spoken the truth
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Eatting Fruits
Eat fruits
Eat...
Every day...
Each
Break fast...
Lunch...
Dinner...
Eat...
Fruits...
Fruits is
Good for health...
Fruits is
Good for Taste
Fruits is
Good for mind...
Fruits is
Good for god...
So...
Fruits is
Good for hole and
Hoe body...
Any fruits...
Any time...
Eat eat eat...
Avoide all all
Disease...
Thats all...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Ankomeah
Out of the royal bounty and out of peace,
Cling unto love to swing with the muse;
But be careful about life at times with,
Apes and peacocks as the signature tune.
Ankomeah, i desired your love but you left me lonely;
But King Solomon had 700 royal wives and 300 concubines.
Oh Queen Tahpenes, do extend my regards to Ankomeah;
And do lift up your staff and stretch it out over the Red Sea,
For my lover had left me in the cold.
Life is like to gather stubble to use for straw,
Of a pillar of cloud dy day and a pillar of fire by night;
I am now drowed in the Red sea of love because,
Ankomeah had left me in the cold.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ask, Seek, Knock
I sank in my quicksand life of confusion,
Had knowledge and learning, had a degree,
Engulfed in theology and false religion
But I did not have spiritual eyes that see.
So much learning will never fill the space
In the human heart that's reserved for God
For only His Truth and His loving Grace
Had set me free from the limbo I had.
Moses said 'His Words are not just idle words'
For 'They are spirit and they are life'
The beginning of Wisdom and Truth accord
An active living sword, sharper than a knife.
'Ask and you shall receive' This I have done.
'Seek and you will find, ' and Truth had set me free,
'Knock and it will opened unto you, ' change had begun,
This seeker found in Christ full victory!
From Darkness to Light
From Emptiness to Fullness
From Brokenness to Wholeness
From Cursed to Blessedness
What more can I ask, what more left to seek?
Christ had turned my mourning into dancing!
Peace, Joy, Freedom, from the Lamb so meek
Each day His work in me goes on transforming.
Like a good movie I had seen, I have to tell you
For if I fail, the rocks and the trees will shout
What God did for me, He can also do for you
As you ask, seek, knock, for Him with no doubt.
'The Lord is near to all who call on Him,
to all who call on Him in truth.'
Psalm 145: 18
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 21,2010
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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