Tiny Distractions
Those things in our lives
that do not bear dwelling upon
at a guess are legion
and
so are tiny distractions
that alleviate our despair
poem by Isabelle Cooper
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Distractions
What is this thing in life that persuades me to spend
Time away from you?
If you can answer this you can have the moon.
This is the place to be, anyway you can see
Theres a lovely view.
Why are there always so many other things to do?
Distractions, like butterflies are buzzing round my head,
When Im alone I think of you
And the life wed lead if we could only be free
From these distractions.
The postmans at the door
While the telephone rings on the kitchen wall,
Pretend were not at home and theyll disappear.
I want to be with you, tell me what I can do,
Nothing is too small
Away from all this jazz we could do anything at all.
Distractions, like butterflies are buzzing round my head.
When Im alone I think of you
And the things wed do if we could only be through
With these distractions.
Ill fond the peaceful place far a way from the noise of a busy
Day
Where we can spend our nights counting shooting stars,
Distractions, like butterflies are buzzing round my head.
When Im alone I think of you
And the things wed do if we could only be through
With these distractions, like butterflies theyre
Buzzing round my head, when Im alone I think of you
And the life wed lead if we could only be free
From these distractions.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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But Don't Despair
Despair, if you must –
But how's it going to pull you through?
Despair, when you trust
Naught since then there's naught to do.
Despair, should you thrust
Aside your pride, your self-esteem.
And so despair, if it's dust,
The only substance that you deem.
Despair, when a gust
Of slightly breeze can break your stance.
And do despair, when lust
Is your interpretation of romance.
But don't despair, if you can care
About the plight of any other being.
And you can focus on the help,
Support, and altruistic further actions
For the seeing. Be believing,
As despair will start receding
All around – simply since you found
A way to steer you clear
From this: the very cause of your despair!
So give to others; give them all a helping lift:
Despair, you'll find will disappear –
And that has got to be a well-deserved
And saintly gift!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Man On A Mission
I got a one track mind, my blinders up
Now all I gotta do is get up, go out an get her
Got the first step down, I know what I want
All seven senses tryin to deliver
My baby, let me fill you up inside (up inside)
Spread your wings an open wide (open wide)
So hot, so hot, so hot
Im a man on a mission, straight ahead
Lets talk, more action, with no distractions
Im all conditioned, is it alright
Go for the action, with no distractions
You get every inch, play splat an bone
And its all wrapped up in a tight little bundle
I got an open mind, do anything
I am aware the ball might roll or tumble
So right down to the bottom of the top (ooh ooh)
Im gonna get it all in one big pot (one big pot)
Yeah, she got, she got me hot
Uh, Im a man on a mission, straight ahead
Lets talk, more action, with no distractions
Im all conditioned, Im far off red
Lets talk, more action, with no distractions
Oh yeah, uh, I got no expections, so get on in the way
Only thing thats on my mind - ah, shes forgotten my attention
What you takes the real kind - aw!
(solo)
Uh! ah! come on, she got, she got, ah!
Man on a mission, straight ahead
No talk, more action, I got no distractions
Im all conditioned, what I say
A man on a mission, up ahead
Ah yeah, whew, my kinda action, aw, uh
No distractions, I got no distractions
No distractions, ah, no distractions, Im on a mission, whew, aw
song performed by by Van Halen
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An Old Twenty-Third Man
“Is that the Three-and-Twentieth, Strabo mine,
Marching below, and we still gulping wine?”
From the sad magic of his fragrant cup
The red-faced old centurion started up,
Cursed, battered on the table. “No,” he said,
“Not that! The Three-and-Twentieth Legion’s dead,
Dead in the first year of this damned campaign—
The Legion’s dead, dead, and won’t rise again.
Pity? Rome pities her brave lads that die,
But we need pity also, you and I,
Whom Gallic spear and Belgian arrow miss,
Who live to see the Legion come to this,
Unsoldierlike, slovenly, bent on loot,
Grumblers, diseased, unskilled to thrust or shoot.
O, brown cheek, muscled shoulder, sturdy thigh!
Where are they now? God! watch it struggle by,
The sullen pack of ragged ugly swine.
Is that the Legion, Gracchus? Quick, the wine!”
“Strabo,” said Gracchus, “you are strange tonight.
The Legion is the Legion; it’s all right.
If these new men are slovenly, in your thinking,
God damn it! you’ll not better them by drinking.
They all try, Strabo; trust their hearts and hands.
The Legion is the Legion while Rome stands,
And these same men before the autumn’s fall
Shall bang old Vercingetorix out of Gaul.”
poem by Robert Graves
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Despair Of The Early Morning
DESPAIR OF THE EARLY MORNING
Despair of the early morning
Despair of the darkness
Despair of the Despair
Despair of Old Age
Despair of the road closed
Despair of nothing to do
Despair of nowhere to go
Despair of endless errands
Despair of money running out
Despair of the message of Despair
One transmits to those one loves.
Despair that has to be resisted
Despair that the light of the day
Will help me overcome
Despair I will pray my way out of
Despair I will in the course of the day
Sometime overcome.
Not the great Despair
The unending Despair
The final Despair.
The small Despair of who I am and where I am now.
The Despair that still can be resisted,
By the writing of a few awkward lines
Early in the morning.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Tiny Drop
Waste of Tiny, Tiny Water Drops.
Always Trigger my Conscious Thoughts.
A Tiny Water Drop can make a Sapling Laugh
Tiny, Tiny water Drops can get you sweet Pod.
Tiny, Tiny Water Drops can make a Plant to Stand
As a Tree, This can give Shelter to a Lot.
Because of Waste of Tiny, Tiny water Drops
Many lives have become short.
So try to save even tiny water Drop, Which will
Get you Heartily Laugh.
poem by Narendra Kuppan
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Guess Things Happen That Way
(johnny cash)
Well, you ask me if Ill forget my baby
I guess I will some day
I dont like it but I guess things happen that way
You ask me if Ill get along
I guess I will some way
I dont like it but I guess things happen that way
God gave me that girl to lean on, then he put me on my own
Heaven help me be a man and have the strength to stand alone
I dont like it but I guess things happen that way
You ask me if Ill miss her kisses
I guess I will every day
I dont like it but I guess things happen that way
You ask me if Ill find another
I dont know, I cant say
I dont like it but I guess things happen that way
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Despair Is Darkness
DESPAIR IS DARKNESS
Despair is darkness-
Despair is death inside and death in the world and death in one’s own sad soul-
Despair is no way out -
Despair is the place where one is forever stuck -
Despair is the realization that one has done what one could – and one is not going anywhere else-
Despair is the admission of failure-
Despair is no sign of help anywhere around-
Despair is so much lost-
Despair is one‘s life is over-
Despair is regret-
Despair is the sense that one will never have the time to have another chance -
Despair is ‘it’s finished’-
Despair is no way out-
Despair is going down and more down and more dark and more afraid all the time -
Despair is the scream which hurts and does not stop the hurting -
Despair is the understanding that even Death will not save one -
Despair is that the pain will never end-not even with death.
Despair is no way out again and again and again- without end.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Christmas Tiny Feet
don't you hear that beat of little tiny feet
tiny feet running across the floor
tiny feet at your door
to hear the pitter patter of those feet on christmas morn
and the twinkle in their eyes
seeing that expression of surprise
as they open up all their gifts that they put on their christmas list
this is one of the few things that make all the heartaches worth while
when you see their beautiful smile.
christmas is a day to rejoice the birth of our king
who has given us all these things.
so as we share this day with our children
let us remember who gave us this day
and thank him in every way.
rejoice in the birth of our new born king
for he is everything.
he has given us the pitter patter of tiny feet
and has made our lives complete.
poem by Louis Rams
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Meet My Despair
Meet my despair,
She doesn't even show signs of care.
She knows she'll be my destruction,
That's the meaning behind her construction.
Meet my despair,
You can taste the foul death in the air.
She smirks at the cause of my untimly death,
It makes her lose her frigid breath.
Meet my despair,
She's my burden to bear.
She'll dance on my grave,
Ah, she's so brave.
Meet my despair,
her name's.357 magnum.
She's truly lovely.
She's truly mine,
My despair.
poem by Steven Elsner
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Break Away
Disaster causes action
Bringing horrendous distractions
Swelling and submerging
Contentment…dispersing and diverging
Fleeing from despair
Seeking help from anywhere
Looking for a way
To emerge…can’t stay
5/29/08
poem by Theresa Ann Moore
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Creation of His Wish
Can we detach ourselves from distractions?
Can we allow explorations to expand within our minds,
And finding the Universe more than a place
Confining us to taste limitations?
There is so much for us to perceive.
So much to adventure and much more to receive!
On a threaded existence that's how we survive.
Just one snap of that thread and time for us is denied.
This living 'thing' we call cosmic space...
Has much more to offer us,
Something 'divine'
Keep Earth's spin in place.
We hold on to concepts that we alone exist.
And yet there is proof other beings pay us visits!
Many are in denial with thoughts of disbelief.
Close your eyes and view what is seen...
A vastness we are part of,
And yet out of our reach!
Something is there to attract us to IT!
A consciousness more developed,
Must certainly exist!
Can we detach ourselves from distractions,
To ask this entity...
For a more enlightened state of mind,
Such as 'that' which we can not see?
We pray to God to materialize wishes...
And God is ALL of IT!
If we can detach ourselves from distractions...
More 'gifts' from God will come to benefit.
Since all that is witnessed is a creation of His wish!
If we can detach ourselves from distractions...
We can see God in ALL of 'this'!
There is so much for us to perceive.
So much to adventure and much more to receive!
Can you and me...
They and we,
Detach ourselves from distractions,
To validate our destiny?
If 'anything' is possible for God to provide,
Love and peace are not mere illusions...
But in fact realities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Commitment As A Tiny Sun
above me is a tiny sun
it is dancing
only for me
it lives inside my head
warms my heart
it shines and sets only
for me
it is a dream
that i yet have to hold with
my own hands
around me are planets and places
they pull me
but i fell like a feather so light
and i float
and undisturbed and i exist
only for the tiny sun
i am a place where i let the sun
settle down
and i listen to no other sound
except its
hush which is more like a whisper
of a friend
to another friend
who lives for no other
reason
except themselves
the planets fall
the other places of the heart crumble
but the tiny sun
continues
to shine and set within
myself
because we promise
because
we fulfill.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lunas
Drawing the dreams
of a hundred suitors
stroking her silver bow
diaphanous, duplicitous
diametric Diametre's
divining the dreamer’s soul
She lives the lives
of her legion lovers’
nocturnal alter-egos
livid lavender
Lady Lunas
eclipsing coptic glow
poem by Randy Resh
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Hypocrisy And Ignorance...
cutie the little chihuahua
lives inside the bath tub
near the music room of
tom,
the whole night the chihuahua
barks asking for
a hot-dog
for supper but cruel tom
listens to rock
and hears nothing about the tiny barks
of the tiny dog,
the following morning
tom gets wild
why his tiny dog died
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-17
Marudaani(Henna, Lawsonia inermis)
Inconspicuous on a tiny branchlet a tiny angel
Yet conspicuous with bunchy angels around special
Wing and winged her stamen and sepal four ordinal
Where from, you guess, is she nascent original
Marudaani..droplet of heavenly perfume she is
Most intense and inviting is her sacred redolence
Mirrored flawless in her leafy guard glabrous
What for, you guess, is she born much wondrous
Marudaani..all patterned with a loving heart
Flowery, flowery velvetty nature to impart
All her care of scented nursing fine and smart
How then, you guess, you're drowsy by Henna's floret
poem by Indira Renganathan
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There Once Was A Tiny Girl
there once
was a tiny girl
who grew up
in this world
there once
was a tiny girl
who cried herself to sleep
every night
there once
was a tiny girl
who wore the same dress
every day
there once
was a tiny girl
who wouldn't go out
and play
there once
was a tiny girl
who would bleed and have bruises
from head to toe
there once
was a tiny girl
who begged
daddy, please no more
there once
was a tiny girl
who the angels
heard her prayer
they came down
and took her
to a better place
where that tiny girl
found love
instead of hate
by: crystal sonier
age: 15
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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The prime goal is to alleviate suffering, and not to prolong life. And if your treatment does not alleviate suffering, but only prolongs life, that treatment should be stopped.
quote by Christiaan Barnard
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Valentine's Day
Oh! I wish I were a tiny browny bird from out the south,
Settled among the alder-holts, and twittering by the stream;
I would put my tiny tail down, and put up my tiny mouth,
And sing my tiny life away in one melodious dream.
I would sing about the blossoms, and the sunshine and the sky,
And the tiny wife I mean to have in such a cosy nest;
And if some one came and shot me dead, why then I could but die,
With my tiny life and tiny song just ended at their best.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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A 4th World
Here we are under these particular stars
Here we stand Victorian
Where the white folk can grow to no so
Very little about the black folk
The same folk who rightfully own
This piece of beauty that we call our home
Well negativity is often heard from society
With conviction they preach
Not even knowing of whom they speak
I guess its each to there own
Those that want to will know
I guess its each to there own
Because from the top the views are old and grey
Well I feel so ashamed
Of this system and these ways
The tiny hearts that lead our nation
And tiny minds that let them in
And I see your confusion
I see your pain
I see your pain and your confusion
And theres still some with my skin
Who still try and hide the reason
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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