Glinda's Theme
Come over here and rest awhile
Look at the trip you've made
I know you must be tired by now
So rest here in the shade
Oh, the journey that you've had to make
I've watched you bear the load
But you can always stay at my place
When you come off the road
And if you ever need someone (need someone)
Count on me anytime (you can count on me)
I'll be here to pick you up
Because a rested body is a rested mind
Because a rested body is a rested mind
(Because a rested body is a rested mind)
A rested body is a rested mind
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Mother's Death
(for Tony Liao whose mother died)
she is rested and will be travelling to another
world beyond ours
she will be remembered as a mother
who gave birth to you
and took care of you
so that you are what you are now
my friend
we shall offer her flowers
and prayers
she is rested now, and we shall not disturb her some more
the world takes care of her flesh and bones
the heavens shall welcome her soul
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Abraham
The rivulet-loving wanderer Abraham
Through waterless wastes tracing his fields of pasture
Led his Chaldean herds and fattening flocks
With the meandering art of wavering water
That seeks and finds, yet does not know its way.
He came, rested and prospered, and went on,
Scattering behind him little pastoral kingdoms,
And over each one its own particular sky,
Not the great rounded sky through which he journeyed,
That went with him but when he rested changed.
His mind was full of names
Learned from strange peoples speaking alien tongues,
And all that was theirs one day he would inherit.
He died content and full of years, though still
The Promise had not come, and left his bones,
Far from his father's house, in alien Canaan.
poem by Edwin Muir
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Promise of Renewal
As I walked in the woods
Feeling sad and subdued,
I stepped on dry dead leaves
And realised autumn had set in.
A sharp gust of wind
Made me unsteady on my feet
I instinctively reached out,
To avoid a fall, for support.
As my hands rested on the trunk
Of the nearby tree, I was struck
That it kind of looked shrivelled and dead
I just rested my weary head
Against it, and thought it would soon
Be cut and pruned
To bear signs of new life by spring
Will my heart ever again soar and sing?
How could nature have forgotten to keep
Its promise of renewal to me?
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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The Balance
After he had journeyed,
And his feet were sore,
And he was tired,
He came upon an orange grove
And he rested
And he lay in the cool,
And while he rested, he took to himself an orange and tasted it,
And it was good.
And he felt the earth to his spine,
And he asked, and he saw the tree above him, and the stars,
And the veins in the leaf,
And the light, and the balance.
And he saw magnificent perfection,
Whereon he thought of himself in balance,
And he knew he was.
Just open your eyes,
And realize, the way its always been.
Just open your mind
And you will find
The way its always been.
Just open your heart
And thats a start.
And he thought of those he angered,
For he was not a violent man,
And he thought of those he hurt
For he was not a cruel man
And he thought of those he frightened
For he was not an evil man,
And he understood.
He understood himself.
Upon this he saw that when he was of anger or knew hurt or felt fear,
It was because he was not understanding,
And he learned, compassion.
And with his eye of compassion.
He saw his enemies like unto himself,
And he learned love.
Then, he was answered.
Just open your eyes,
And realize, the way its always been.
Just open your mind
And you will find
The way its always been.
Just open your heart
And thats a start.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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I shall need to sleep three weeks on end to get rested from the rest I've had.
quote by Thomas Mann
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Take rest; a field that has rested gives a beautiful crop.
Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.
Kundus
Very soon it will be very hot!
And you can't hide away from me any more;
So how sweet are your apples oh Kundus?
For the people around you are still not at peace,
And i have not rested my mind on you as well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Typhoid Cycles Unique Hells
ascended fevered
two flights
of mammoth stairs
on glass legs
splintered shards
sticks drained powerless
acute bones aches
never ending faint tired
sleeping endless hours
oceanic cycle sleeps
wake shaky to urinate
immediately rehydrate
delirious pass days
endured in sleep bliss
depression confused dawns
fever breaking starts
no deep sleep retreats
strength awake curses
rendered bed ridden spells
typhoid cycles unique hells
brain like scrambled eggs
hurts aches brain eyes
for recovery numb days
medicated man mumbles
rested bored patients
not feeling much bliss
hope to raise tomorrow
best wishes seed dreams
medicated rested bored
enjoying final extra rests
prepare body mind muscles
for challenge return work face
life normal responsibilities
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Understand
Soul, you must understand
how this body sleeps with you.
Soul, you must remember
it has separate manners with you.
Soul, learn the sensual pleasures
of this body, its twists and turns,
its crooked ways, its perverted ways,
its insatiability, even its evil ways,
Soul, you have all the patience,
when the body is rested before its
time is over, Soul, awaken it,
shake it, let it shed off its dusts
of errors, its stains of lusts,
wash it with fasting, and repentance
Soul, be wise, and kind enough to
save this Body, until it rusts and
to dust it shall return, and Soul
when you go up there, Forget.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Soul Please Understand
Soul, you must understand
how this body sleeps with you.
Soul, you must remember
it has separate manners with you.
Soul, learn the sensual pleasures
of this body, its twists and turns,
its crooked ways, its perverted ways,
its insatiability, even its evil ways,
Soul, you have all the patience,
when the body is rested before its
time is over, Soul, awaken it,
shake it, let it shed off its dusts
of errors, its stains of lusts,
wash it with fasting, and repentance
Soul, be wise, and kind enough to
save this Body, until it rusts and
to dust it shall return, and Soul
when you go up there, Forget.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Touches of the Night
Brought by a mischievous wind, a sound –
Like a long whisper ringing in to my ear,
Seducing my naked form as it now rested,
From the cruelty of my fiendish mind;
As the clouds erased the face of the moon,
A prism of light crept into my misty room,
Upon which I saw the shadow of my soul,
Forbidding my idled-body to sleep no more;
By torrid touches of the night awakened I,
In a tug of war between evil and good,
A crucial race of life and death did I see?
The eclipse of my body and soul or shall I say,
Am I lucky or luckily I breathed again -?
For whom I’ve given the riddle if death became mine.
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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3. Our Little Angel
I believe there is another place
Than where we are today
I believe that heaven has a space
Where good souls go to stay
I believe that angels care for them
To help them take a rest
I believe that you are with them now
Being cared for by the best
I believe when you have rested
You will want to take your wings
I believe you are an angel
Up there doing angel things
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Your Sweet Memory
bed rested and badly wounded
body in a twisted wreck as i lay
on my back losing consciousness
my eyes slip away as your
name whispers into my ear
i feel your warm lips press
against mine as
the hours time hold still
as am here wide awake with only you
on my mind, i visualize a place where is
just us no pain no
shame roaming freely
with love as our passion
i cried out for savior
and received a blessing
as i lose consciousness
i see your face in my
dreams as i smile and pass away
poem by Robert Roberts
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Butterfly (Funny Story)
Memories
today i calmly sat in a park bench,
a butterfly came dangling resting on my elbow,
it's magnificent beauty reminded me about my childhood.
I remembered that day,
carrying a big basin and creeping down the blades of grass,
with my big basin i wud try to trap the butterflies in our yard.
Everytime i tried the butterflies would fly zigzagly and escape,
mama saw it all,
she came to the yard too,
holding my tiny shoulders as i rested in the big basin,
she said 'to catch a butterfly, just relax and extend your elbow, don't say a world or tremble, the butterfly will come to you'.
Then she left.
And true, a beautiful butterfly rested in my small palm.
Mmmh vote if you think its awesme out of 10.
poem by Prince Froggy Mwalimu
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Seventh Day
He rested on the Seventh Day and,
It was joy to know how he lives along with the muse of his life;
So i prepared a lovely meal for him to enjoy his rest.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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M3...
the dance of life is a circle
few have realized that there is a need to escape it
bore a hole somewhere
and break the
cycle
they say out there there is more to
this circle
there is no sorrow
and mind you there is also no happiness
and they say it is perfection
what mind are they using?
what light? what walls are still there that
they speak so differently?
until now
like a buffalo i wallow in mud
but with due respect
i am so well rested
in the murky waters of my
content
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I wait for the next opportunity to have something to do with food. If I get rested, my mind just starts creating new dishes - click, click, click.
quote by Paul Prudhomme
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A Touch Of A Hand A Kiss
a simple touch of the hand
a kiss on the cheek then into the lips
tongues sliding on
top of the other
a skin rubbing another skin
body to body
without love
all these do not mean a
thing
love beyond eroticism
love beyond ourselves
love on top of love
love rubbing against love
love licking and love penetrating
and love penetrated
love well rested
in perfection
we do not have it yet
what we have are mere stains
off-white and pungent
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Little Fatigue
I felt little fatigue and tiredness
It reflected clearly on my face
I searched for tree's shed
The feet were unable to lead
It started with deep breathing
Lungs were in trouble and heart was beating
Faster than the rate permissible
I felt deeply and sensed it as trouble
Sun was at its height
I thought it will be too late
It was certain to be taken over by fate
I decided to rush towards gate
I don't know how far I rested
But my patience was tested
I was approaching some dead end
Now I must think seriously and change the trend
I never saw shade of body this before
I was arrogant in behavior therefore
I never thought that I am growing old
One day I may have to bid bye to the world
First time I witnessed shadow
I had not allowed it to grow
Kept body fit and exercised
But last leg of journey was not revised
The shadow was taking me over
It had grown larger than my full body cover
I realized it was real life with evening
The crisis was not over but deepening
First time I felt like and old man
Far away from the truth as human
Life was never meant to result in such tragedy
I felt over it several times already
I shall not be dejected
As mind had over reacted
It is blessed cycle of eternity
Put into practice by almighty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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