Long Relations Poems
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Can I return all that I owe to
Persons who gave birth
Persons who showed love
Persons who taught good
Persons who appreciated
Persons who protected
Persons who employed
Persons who supported
Persons who recognized
Can I return all that I owe?
I must say nay; to be true
The love received from mom, dad, all brothers and sisters
The special relationship and moments cherished with spouse
For education from teachers
For encouragement from friends Cousins, uncles, aunts, relatives
Support from kith and kin,
in-laws, employers, well wishers
Can I return all that I owe to:
School and university mates Career and professional colleagues
Clubs and community buddies
Friends of family and friends of children
Godsend strangers and co-travelers
Co-players and residential cohabitants
Relations by marriages; other ties
Local communities and Temples
Good Samaritans at airports, bus and train stations
Helping hand at the pool or gym or a game
By mishaps and hospital stays
At musicals and restaurants!
Can I return what I owe?
May be yes; may be no
We owe it to parents for birth
We owe it to ourselves
To owe nothing to anyone
Be it love, money, apology, service
Before we call it a day!
I once spent a week in the drunk tank
couldn't handle the spirits that I drank
the cuisine wasn't half bad
we even had a few laughs
but I had to guard my butt with a shank
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trying to keep sinking relations afloat
is like patching a old boat with stones
for certain It'll go under
sharks will move in to plunder
then crap out your miserable bones
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"Its a girl" are the deadliest three words
in the history of the world.
They were impoverished,
and the birth of a girl did not bring smiles
as boys were always more cherished,
what it did bring were many options
all of them heart crushing and desperate-
To lay her on a trash heap outside of town
seemed cold and harsh they reasoned
and wild beasts might painfully finished her off..
and to toss her into the froth of the Yangtze,
she might get battered about to much.
How about lovingly putting a hand over her little mouth
but neither one had the heart to do such a thing,
"besides it may take much longer than we think
could we handle the stirrings and quiet screams"...
We could gently place her in the chamber pot
they thought and seal off the top
at least it would be dark and quiet,
but the pot would surely
be a constant reminder...
They finally decided, like million before,
to place her in a basket
perched high in the arms of a tree
at least (they reasoned)
her last day or two would
be spent amidst birdsong
moving along the leaves..
and the breeze might comfort her soul
as it makes its way toward the heavens-
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You and I have met people who become just a flash, and
sooner or later we determine If they are 'a God send' or not
If you should think he is not interesting because he is quiet
Or if you should think that he is quiet because he doesn't care
Or if you suspect him to be uncaring, nonsociable, and indifferent,
You would be mistaken on every count of a most precious person
I tell you, my first encounter with Zenny* caused me pause and inner joy.
Each encounter thereafter grew me closer to a person of substance.
I knew that his prior training contributed to what was flowing from his
Person, but there was more, so much more than a militaristic persona
I knew that the purity from his lips and character could only be
Resulting from experiences in life and personal relations with God.
My brief encounters with him always left me with a good feeling,
And I suspect there is much to be enriched by from this young man.
091719PoSoup*Name changed but a real person I met.
Why do people tell untruths,
And lie about their neighbors,
Spinning tales of guilt and shame.
With tongues as sharp as sabers?
Why spend the time alotted you,
Destroying reputations,
Causing undue anguish 'mongst,
Your friends and close relations?
For one lie just begets one more,
And then the ball starts rolling,
And soon you've told so many lies,
The thing just won't quit growing;
And lies don't just produce more lies,
Oh No, there's that and more,
There's Hate for all the things you said,
And then Revenge for sure;
So lies are not just little things,
They hurt whoever's mentioned.
It doesn't really matter,
What at first was your intention;
For words have power, don't forget,
So guard your tongue with care,
For once the words have passed your lips,
It's said for foul or fair;
And life is such a fleeting thing,
Each day that passes, forfeit.
We really can't afford to waste,
One single, precious moment.
"TO HATE IS TO BE A LIAR, TO SLANDER IS TO BE A FOOL."
Proverbs 10:18
"WHEN A GOOD MAN SPEAKS, HE IS WORTH LISTENING TO BUT THE WORDS OF FOOLS ARE A DIME A DOZEN."
Proverbs 10:20
Angel Gabriel sent from God the Eternal Father
The virgin’s name was Mary
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you
The angel said to her “Do not be afraid Mary”
“You have found favor with God”
“You will conceive in your womb and bear a son”
“You shall name Him Jesus”
He will be great and son of the most High
Of His kingdom, there will be no end
Mary said to angel
How can this be
Since I have no relations with a man
The Holy Spirit will come upon you
The power of the most High will overshadow you
I am the handmaid of the Lord
Be it done to me according to your word
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Well, I'm high on country music.
And my mind, it won't refuse it.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..
And I'm high on constellations.
Buddy, I've got relations.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..
Now, you see it your way.
And baby, I see it my way.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..
'Cause I'm high on country music.
And my mind, it won't refuse it.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..
And I'm high on constellations.
And buddy, I've got relations.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..
Now, you see it your way.
And baby, I see it my way.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..
'Cause I'm high on country music.
And my mind, it won't refuse it.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..
Country Music-Lyric By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1996,2014..ALL rights reserved..
Haven't the brains of beings fractioned into lobes various?
The hearts of creatures have dissections multifarious;
My physique and psyche got several separations,
Like a train or a shelf, yet, these have conjoint relations...!
Classifications and categorizations are good,
If, like good deeds, they're optimistically understood;
Like roots, shoots, and fruits, the sentimental segmentation,
Just as constellations, should have a proper fixation...!
Boundaries are for safety and security we know,
Forming only frontiers, we shouldn't our strength and senses show;
Grouping of goals and prioritization of morals,
Must pave the way, like battles, toward attaining laurels...!
Am I, in the process, keeping away from kith and kin?
Does my passion for lonely liberty lead me to sin?
Do my conflicting thoughts and deeds bring me contradictions?
Does my anxious unconsciousness gift me many frictions?
If self-separation replaces cognitive action,
Compartmentalization is simply a distraction;
As bouquets of various flowers are placed in vases,
Prudent compartmentalization can bring in graces...!!!
2019 to 2020,2020 to2021
Another year has passed by
Time does fly!
Alone to myself I ponder
Did I really enjoy?
Did i use my time wisely?
Another year closer to death
What am I doing about it?
Am I amassing heaps of happy moments?
Or just whiling away my time?
My wealth, my relations, my body will not go with me
Only my good deeds I will carry
How many did i collect this year
As another year dawns
It is time to make a firm resolve
to forgive all those who were bad
to forget agonies of past
to strive for inner peace and joy
to exercise control over desire, senses and laziness
to lead a fruitful, blissful life.
HERE I GO AGAIN
First time I shed a tear
To the man I call “My Dear”
Thinking of the word he said
My heart is slightly afraid
I don’t know if this is right
My mind is obviously in fright
I’m not sure of his explanations
About his past and present relations
I’m a woman of dedication
I’m always right with my intuition
Is this feeling will start again?
Maybe my love will be in deep vain
What if I will find out his deepest secrets?
And will hurt me again to the fullest?
I don’t think I will survive for the thought
Let see, time will come for what is really the truth
September 8, 2012
Believing is possible only by grace
Interior helps the Eternal Holy Spirit
It is no less true that believing is an authentically human act
Trusting in Eternal God and cleaving to the truths he has revealed
Are contrary neither to human freedom onor to human reason
Even in human relations it is not contrary to our dignity to believe
What other persons tell us about themselves
Their intentions or to trust their promises
For example
When a man and a woman marry
To share a communion of life with one another
If this is so
Still less is it contrary to our dignity
To yield by faith the full submission of
Intellect and will to Eternal God who reveals
To share a communion with him
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