Life's Plan
When you are sick with worries
And for yourself you feel sorry
Then know oh dear man
Life doesn't come with a plan
So you have to learn to deal
And from life you have to steal
A part of fain and pleasure
For this is life's great treasure
that help in ups and downs
When you're stuck with frown
So try to contribute to fun
Before life's days are done
And know of dear man
Life doesn't come with a plan
So you have to learn to deal
And from life you have to steal
A part of fain and pleasure
For this life is a great treasure.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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The World Through My Window
Bright sunshine and golden afternoon
Is what I see from my window at noon
Where tender smiles of the lovely clouds
All clear my life's pain and doubt
I learn to impose the rhythm of life
In all the moments and events that survive
When I let go all my past fear
And swap them fairly with faith and cheer
And I put my faith in Gracious God
Who holds my hands in every odd
And heal my wounds and my pain
To show me a glimpse of peace and fain
This is what I see and feel
When I learn to hold on life's deal
And re-establish my faith in life
Where I am bound to live and survive
Life opens the gift of bliss and peace
On my injured life with hopeful lease
Where I do somersaults in rainbow hue
And brighten my life with sun's warmth too
And this is what I see now dear
The world through my window with cheer
Where life smiles back with faith and hope
To show me new vision of life without mope.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Happier Out Look
Let happier be your out look
Let you find joy in every nook
Let you seek for the pleasure
That comes with fain as a treasure
For life is really another name
Of pain and trouble in life's lane
So forget the tears and learn to smile
That can spread joy for a while
So for that have a happier out look
And let you find joy in every nook.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Life
Life is a possibility, embrace it.
Life is beautiful, admire it.
Life is wonderful, enjoy it.
Life is a dream, follow it.
Life is a bewilderment, face it.
Life is a mission, fulfill it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a treasure, cherish it.
Life is rich, savior it.
Life is lovely, revere it.
Life is a mystery, uncover it.
Life is pain, endure it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a tragedy, forbear it.
Life is luck, benefit from it.
Life is an adventure, be regardful of it.
Life is very precious, delight in it.
Life is a war, learn from it.
Life is life, fight for it.
poem by Mother Theresa, translated by Masiela Lusha
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A Clay Vessel
The Lord has taken a vessel like me, and shaped it for an eternity.
An empty, cracked vessel like this, He has filled with Eternal Bliss.
All my sin, Christ has set apart, as God began a work in my heart.
He cleansed me first of all my sin, then He started a change within.
I am molded by God’s loving hand, in ways I may not understand.
God’s the potter and I’m the clay, to be molded in His perfect way.
Who am I to even think or say, in suggesting to God a better way?
For God lifted me out of the mire, to shape my life per His desire.
We are created for God’s pleasure, as part of His Eternal treasure.
We are given a New Life to glorify, Jesus Christ, who lives on high.
We’re here to serve The Living God, on this temporal earth we trod.
Friend, in this life, I can not ill afford, to question the will of my Lord.
God has my life under His control, along with every other living soul.
I’m just a tiny part of God’s plan, to bring His Salvation to every man.
And I am blessed as God uses me, in pointing other men to eternity.
To the cross of His Son Jesus Christ, the eternal author of every life.
God knows the plans He has for me, sure plans for future prosperity.
It may not seem to be of worth, compared to the values of this earth.
But as a part of God’s pleasure, He’s storing for me eternal treasure.
So one thing that I can surely say; I am so blessed to be God’s Clay.
Wasila
Of your life for his life,
Of your life for her life,
Of your life for my life,
Of my life for your life,
But this place is used for a latrine;
So come up with a different plan on this issue.
You are in the House of Baal and,
I am in the House of Yahweh;
You are in the House of Beth-El and,
I am still in the House of Yahweh;
So come up with a different plan on this issue.
Wasila, are you of the same mind with me?
Then try to be yourself at all times to learn from others;
Because, Yahweh has shorten the borders of Israyl.
Such is life and we have to learn always,
Such is the muse and we have to keep on moving;
For the tides of life do change at all times.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Part Of Life, That is
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Stuck with sticking emotions felt in my gut...
Unable to abandon them.
Or give them up...
Had been a place I'd been,
Back then.
With no one but myself...
And faith,
To help me slowly break away...
Of a hold I had on them to mend.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
I have learned to feel grief deeply,
Where it is felt.
Let it visit.
And then from it to leave!
Not to forget the process...
But to breathe!
Remembering...
With an agony upon my letting go,
Knowing what I felt was painful...
It was also,
Part of life!
A part of life,
That is!
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Buried Treasure
Now if the aim in your life is to settle me down I couldn't change my point of view
I got a lady in red at the back of my head but the woman in white is you
Do you wanna be the only one, fade away in the mornin' sun
I could love you all of my life, you are my wife, haven't I let you know-ow
We don't need no buried treasure, no buried treasure, we don't need it
We don't stand on ceremony but life is phony in spite of it
You can never be all you wanna be when you're searchin' for gold
We don't need no buried treasure, I've still got you (still got you, still got you)
I've still got you in my sou-ou-oul
Well it's a long way down and you gotta get up, you gotta figure on a master plan
You couldn't do it, if you don't get ready, you'll be beaten by the other man
Do you wanna be the last one in, play the game that you just don't win
I can see me makin' you cry, sayin' goodbye, but I could never let you go-o
We don't need no buried treasure, no buried treasure, we don't need it
We don't stand on ceremony but life is phony in spite of it
You can never be all you wanna be when you're searchin' for gold
We don't need no buried treasure, I've still got you (still got you, still got you)
I've still got you in my sou-ou-oul
Well you're takin' my life in the palm of your hand, make you mine for another day
Ain't nobody doesn't need anybody when the good times turn away
I don't wanna be the lonely one, fade away in the evenin' sun
I could love you all of my life, you are my wife, haven't I told you so-o
We don't need no buried treasure, no buried treasure, we don't need it
(Baby we don't need i-i-it)
We don't stand on ceremony but life is
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Learn
when broken
learn
when happy
learn
when bored
learn
when you float and does not know what to do
learn just the same
when filled with idealism
learn
when fed with what you cannot swallow
learn again
when the times get rough and you want to kill yourself
learn, learn, learn
you still have many things to learn
faces of life
bodies of life
learn, learn, learn everything
do not surrender
for in truth, you do not do what you only want
you will also do what you are told to do
no questions asked
or you will be left out
or you will be not a part of the picture
this life
learn, learn, learn, always learn
do not surrender
live, learn, live, learn
you will soon do all that others will tell you
learn, learn and learn again
and sooner you will have learned everything
and then do what you want to do
with firm conviction
you know now what is right
and that is what you will do,
now without even being told
you have become yourself
but still learn, learn, and learn again
because
you might be wrong,
try thinking some more, learn
relearn, learn, learn, learn, forevermore....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Old Man
Me and my old man
Don't see eye to eye
We take our walks outside
Underneath the birch trees
He said I think it's gonna freeze this year
I said I gotta get away from here
Me and my old man
Me and my old man
Should have been enough to know
That you'd let us all down
Could have been enough to try
Without making a sound
It's all part of the plan my dear
It's all part of the plan my dear
So we walked along the mending walls
Laid beneath the tortured talls
And we sang a song of newfound cheer
Laughed at the passing years
Yeah we talked about things to come
Talked about the battles won
He said I think it's gonna freeze this year
I said I gotta get away from here
Should have been enough to know
That you'd let us all down
Could have been enough to try
Could have been enough to try
Oh I've been such a fool
Spent my life waiting for you
Through these trees I see
With my father's eyes
I realize the weight
Should have been enough to know
That you'd let us all down
Could have been enough to try
Without making a sound
It's all part of the plan my dear
It's all part of the plan my dear
It's all part of the plan my dear
Between me and my old man
Gotta get away from here
Gotta get away from here
song performed by by Tonic from Lemon Parade
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Im Living My Life
Part of my life is tatoo's, penetentry rules
When running yo mouth only seperates the men from the fools
Part of my life is bullets, guns, blood, sweat and tears
This is the part of my life that I've lived for years
Part of my life is dreams, wishes, hopes, happyness
Where I could care less about the world and its current happenings
Part of my life is lies, deciet, greed, envy, and hate
Which so many leaders of our world think is great
Part of my life is all the above
Cause everyday I see sadness and very little love
Part of my life has so much love to give
But I'm catching up with death fast, from the life that I live
Part of my life is wrong nor right
But I need no sympathy, cause I'm living my life.
poem by Daniel Chapman
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Patience Pays, Impatience Costs!
Patiently Plan your life,
Or
wait patiently for Life's plan for
you! In other words,
Don't try to solve questions of
life,
Before you can answer one,
Life can pose too many
questions! Anyway isn't it true,
patience pays,
Impatience costs? Life is neither a riddle nor puzzle! Sometimes may Look like
crossword puzzle,
When one's words cross other's, If not one learn what is silence,
when and how this precious tool
works, ego clash may cause hot
atmosphere
instead of warm one!
You are a part of nature and society,
the part depends on whole,
And whole depends on part! May it be liver or brain,
May it be heart or spleen,
One can be healthy, if all tissues
and organs are healthy,
All organs remain healthy,
if one cares for their health!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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A short poem on life
Life is a gift
life can be cruel
life can be kind
life can be hard
life can be tough.
life is mysterious
life is strange
life is complex
life is weird.
life has twists
life has turns
life has ups
life has downs.
life for good
life for bad
life for war
life for peace.
life and love
life and hate
life and growth
life and death.
poem by Kevin Halls
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Life Goes On
Life goes on with or with out you,
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be a bird to fly away from this mess,
When we all die life goes on its like a cycle you can not break,
Life is a precious gift of them all some treasures it and some abuse it,
Some live life to the fullest,
Some commit suicide,
Some die to drunk driving,
There is all kinds of way to die,
When we die our soul lives on,
Life is something we all need to treasure cause you’ll never know when your life ends,
Always remember to treasure your life and always live your life to the fullest and treasure your friends and loved ones.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Life
Life is a beautiful place,
It is how you make it to be.
Life is about believing in
yourself,
This is your life and what
you choose to do with your
life is up to you.
You respect others and they
will respect you too.
Life is never all that easy,
We learn to simply grow
strong and grow wise each
day.
We learn through our mistakes,
That is how we simply turn them
around and start over again.
Life is precious as you are,
Keep the faith and never
let go.
Life has many mysteries for us
to solve,
That is why we learn to put the
pieces of the puzzle together.
When goals are completed we know
we have earned a big star,
We all walk proud knowing we have
done well.
Life has a powerful meaning,
We all must always feel proud to
walk this earth.
Life has has given to many of us,
A chance to live, laugh
and to learn.
Remember, life is too short
to feel grumpy,
We learn to turn that grumpy
little frown into happiness.
poem by Derek James
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One Life
Waste not this precious life.
Live it up in this life.
Don't wish for another life.
Sometimes it's a fleeting life,
Death can cut short one's life,
Alcohol, Drugs, purse snatchers plight,
Accidents, Murders, tragic suicides.
Sickness, Cancers, Genocides.
Drop the worries, the 'have not',
'what ifs', the regrets, the lot.
What you possess, why measure?
Build, protect your treasure.
A short life, a long life,
A hard life, a good life.
Each, different, yet the same life,
We have but one life.
Lifes Real
*There are so many things in life you face
There are many things in life that brings you down
But, life’s short, sometimes you have to keep going and just smile
Try not staying down to long
Try to put it aside and move on
You can’t live your life stressing on how to deal with things
Life’s much more than that
Sometimes it’s thinking things through
And deal with the important things first
And worry about the other things later
I know you battle with you brain
And your thoughts you chase
I know dealing with feelings and stress is one big debate
*Life’s has a lot of hard work
Life has a lot of headaches
Life has a lot of drama
But believe it or not stressing not the way to deal with things
Life has a way to put you down
And makes you feel you’re beneath it
But, you have to put yourself on top
*Life may play tricks on your mind
That you start to go crazy
Or just plain out of your mind
But believe it or not
There’s always a way to shine
*Life’s real, that I understand
Life’s real, Life you have to EXCEPT
Life you can’t STRESS
Life you have to live at your BEST
Life also you must live to the FULLEST
poem by Chaymeriyia Moncrief
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Like water bubble
May be mystery involved yet life is fully evolved,
We are to live here purposefully as resolved
We may express sorrow, pain and despair
But nature is there to welcome us with fresh air
How long we will go on blaming life impasse?
It has its own version and special class
Not all can enjoy it freely and purposefully
For it needs life angle to lead it successfully?
It can be taken as fun when everything is at feet
You can afford to mingle with people and greet
You are gifted with all sorts of luxury and treasure
Life is at ease and can be spent with pleasure
See the lie of starved people and dejected
They feel curse and all the time rejected
Their aim in life is not less than animals
Who carry on life aimlessly after arrivals?
Their aim is restricted to two square meals
They have nothing to hide or make deals
They are simply leading life for the sake of survival
No plan, no enthusiasm on their part for any revival
Everybody is aware of that life is like water bubble
With little slackness you can be in trouble
Life can be finished if you are not cautious
It must be prolonged and kept in motion or continuous
We are not sure of life after death
It is expressed in religious books as faith
Not much credence can be given without proof
And no one may listen to even if we shout on roof
So at the best we can make good use
Life as it is ours and we can choose
Where to go and how to spend?
Life is limited and may face any time its end
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Degree Of Joy
Emit joy's light
And make things bright
For people around you
And show then fain's view
Where joy and pleasure
Are treated as a treasure
And where well lived life
teaches the art to survive
In both dull and bright
Phases that are right
Where joy and sorrow meet
To make our life complete.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Your Box
Life must be of treasure box full of unexpectation.
whenever anything comes along
improvise as you feel it
and make others around you warmed up
and learn who you are, what you are and what they like from the chemistry
and also
you have got to be brave to deceive your enemies
with your health and smile
Have your treasure box full of your pleasure
Life Has Its Way....
Life is like the waves it has its ups and downs
Life is like a roller coaster it has its twists and turns
Life is like a sport it just depends on what we play
Life is like a game of poker it just depends on what we are dealt
Life can be given life can be taken
Life can be a curse life can be a blessing
Life can be a pain life can be in sain
Life has its ways life has its days
Life has its love life has its hate
Life has its gentler touch but it has its harder punch
Life brings you your knees when you feel in need
Life brings you a lot of things
but in the end it depends on what we do!
poem by Sushana Vittaldev
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