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Crença
O meu e o Seu coração
pode assumir qualquer forma:
1. Um prado para gazelas,
2. Um claustro para monges,
3. Um bálsamo para doentes
4. solo sagrado para crentes.
O credo do coração
é amor;
presente onde quer
que seu caminho se desvie.
Isso é a crença do coração
a fé do coração.
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Morrer para renascer
Sempre pergunte:
"Estou pronta para
mudar a minha vida,
estou pronta
para me mudar?”“.
Em qualquer idade
seja o que for que passamos,
é sempre possível renascer.
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Dificuldades, Problemas e Erros Linguísticos
A maioria
das Dificuldades
e dos problemas do mundo
deriva de erros linguísticos
e simples mal-entendidos.
Evite os erros:
nunca tome palavras pelo valor de face.
Quando você entra na zona do amor,
a linguagem como a conhecemos
se torna obsoleta.
Aquilo que não pode ser colocado
em palavras
só pode ser compreendido
através do silêncio.
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Ecos da montanha e o mundo
Este mundo é como uma montanha.
Seu eco depende de você.
Se você gritar coisas boas, o mundo vai devolver.
Se você gritar coisas ruins, o mundo vai devolver.
Fale sempre o bem.
Seja grata.
Mude seu coração para mudar o mundo.
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Passado e Futuro
O passado é uma interpretação.
O futuro está na ilusão.
O mundo não se move no tempo
procedendo do passado
para o futuro.
O tempo passa através
e dentro de nós,
em espirais infinitas.
A eternidade é intemporalidade.
Se quer experimentar
a iluminação eterna,
coloque o passado
e o futuro
fora de sua mente
e permaneça no momento presente.
Assim,
Vai criar um grande futuro
Hoje.
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Onde procurar
Onde procurar o céu
e o inferno no futuro.
Acredite:
ambos estão agora presentes.
sempre que conseguimos amar sem expectativas,
amar sem cálculos,
sem negociações,
estamos de fato no céu.
Sempre que brigamos,
Ou odiamos, estamos no inferno.
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Pacienciar
O que significa
pacienciar?
Significa
olhar para o espinho
e ver a rosa,
olhar a noite
e ver o amanhecer.
Impaciência significa
ter visão curta
e não ver a fruta
na semente.
Pessoas bem resolvidas
Pacienciam e
sabem que o tempo
é necessário
para que a lua crescente
se torne plena
a semente crie frutas.
Hola, te escribo en esta noche callada,
preguntando si tu alma aún no está helada.
Espero que estés bien, aunque ya no estés,
te quiero, aunque duela, aunque no me ves.
Ojalá respondieras, aunque sé que no,
el destino nos dicta este cruel adiós.
Te extraño, lo siento, no puedo evitar
sentir que este ciclo no quiere acabar.
Hice algo malo, no hay vuelta atrás,
no espero perdón, no pido más.
Solo me queda el peso del viento,
y un corazón que grita: "Lo siento".
Al final del camino, ¿qué fue lo peor?
Tal vez demostrarte mi tonto amor.
Tú, que las sombras no puedes soltar,
no sabes querer, ni sabes amar.
Me desgasto en dudas, ¿qué pude hacer?
Pero es inútil, no vas a entender.
No sé quién te hirió, ni cuánto dolió,
pero mi corazón, también destrozó.
Llevo meses en pena, sin ver claridad,
te sigo queriendo con intensidad.
Lamento ser poca, ser solo un error,
mientras tú te escondes detrás del temor.
Todo se estanca, todo se ahoga,
tus promesas falsas, mi mente sofoca.
Dijiste amarme, lo hiciste creer,
pero fue mentira... y no quiero volver.
Algún día, quizás, estaré mejor,
sin este deseo de perder el control.
Mi pecho se rompe de tanto quererte,
pero amarte... no, eso es perderme.
¿Recuerdas la nota? Aquella verdad,
que llamé amor, sin oportunidad.
No hubo un futuro, no hubo un final,
porque así lo quisiste… no hubo un "quizás".
Hace unos días, tu voz regresó,
pero el tiempo, en mí, todo cambió.
No puedo odiarte, ni guardar rencor,
pero ya no te amo... se marchó el dolor.
Sigo perdida, sin rumbo, sin fe,
mi vida no encuentra razón ni porqué.
Aún me reflejo en lo que eres tú,
y eso es lo triste… me pierdo aún más.
Lo siento, lo digo, lo vuelvo a escribir,
pero esta vez... ya no quiero sufrir.
Después de poco tiempo decidí entender
que no debía pensarte hasta enloquecer.
Busqué el sentido de mi existir
y en este inicio, comienzo a vivir.
Esos meses en pena quedaron atrás,
solo un eco de lo que fue y no será.
Y aunque te extraño, mi pecho es sereno,
pues verte de nuevo… ya no es veneno.
Poco a poco, suelto el rencor,
el dolor, la sombra de tu desamor.
Tus palabras frías ya no me duelen,
ya no me hieren, ya no me pueden.
Sé que aún no he sanado del todo,
pero avanzo firme, aunque sea en el lodo.
Camino despacio, sin desesperación,
poco a poco… hacia mi salvación.
World all praise, everybody praise...
Man worship the true and only Father
Mankind open up,
And out of your mouths
Comes language only the Farther knows
Alleluia
and out of your mouths
Let the rejoicings start
Say..Alleluia
Sing..Praise Hallelujah
SPANISH VERSE...
Mundo todo elogio
El hombre adora al verdadero y unico Padre...
La humanidad se abre
Y de tu boca
Que comience la alegria
Di...Hallehuia
Canta...Alabanza Hallehuia
El mas alto
El mayor elogio
Hay..es HALLEHUIA
Say..Alleluia
Sing..Praise Hallelujah,Hallelujah
SWAHILI VERSE...
Dunia yote sifa
Mtu anaabudu Baba wa kewli na peke yake...
Wanadamu wanafungua
Na kutoka kinywani mwako
Hebu kufurahi kuanza
Sema..Aleluia
Imba.. Sifa Halleluya
Ya juu zaidi
PRAISE kubwa
Kuna..ni Halleluya
FILIPINO VERSE...
Buong mundo ang papauri
Sinasamba ng teo ang tunay at tanging Ama...
Bukas ang sangkatauhan
At mula sa iyong mga bibig
Hayaang magsimula ang pagsasaya
Say..Alleluia
Pinakamataas
Ang pinakadakilang PRAISE
Mayroong ay Halleluiah
Alleluia
FRENCH VERSE...
Monde tous les eloges
L'humanite s'ouvre
Et hors de ta bouche
Que la joie commence
Say...Alleluia
Chantez..Louange Alleluia
Le plus haut
La plus grange louang
II y a..est Alleluia
NEPALI VERSE
Visva sabai prasansa
manisa samco ra matra pitako upasana gardacha...
Manisajati khula cha
ra timro mukhabata bahira
rama'ilo suru garaum
bhannuhos..Lambiya
gaum..Prasansa hilaliuaha
uccatama
sabaibhanda thulo premi
tyaham cha.. Hilaleiaha ho
Let the rejoicings start
Say..Alleluia
Sing..Praise Hallelujah
SUNDANESE VERSE
Dunya sadaya puhian
Lalakai nyembah ka Bapa leres sareng wungkul...
Umat manusa buka nepi
Tur kaluar tina mouths Anjeun
Anggap rejoicing dimimitian
Say.. Alleluia
Nyanyi..Puji Halleluiah
Pangluhurna
Panggen mikahoyong pannggedena
Aya..neyaeta Halleluiah
...
~Just a few languages I've been around in the last two decades
from my former job...
All I know now is that in any language
Halleluiah is Halleluiah nyaeta Halleluiah is Halleluiah ay Halleluiah Alleluia est Alleluia Hallelujah hai Hallelujah Halleluya ni Halleluya Halleluiah is Halleluiah
In any language is ALL languages the highest praise is
Halleluiah
6/10/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
from anthology "INTERMITTENT PRAISE"
Patradoot or The Messenger 5/Many
English version by
Ravindra K Kapoor
If there wicked hands will ever catch you,
Your body will be mutilated in pieces,
And then, you would never be able to see,
My beloved to convey my message, dear letter.
Ravindra
Kanpur India. 13th May 2010 to continue in 6
Background of this Epic
The Patradoot was written originally by my late father
Dr.Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932. He had joined India’s
Freedom struggle in 1920 on the call of Mahatma Gandhi.
From 1920 till 1947 (India became free in 1947)
my father was in active movement as Congressman &
Gandhi’s non-violent soldier. For many times he was
imprisoned for many months and sometime, even for more
than a year. He dedicated the entire writing work to his
dear wife, my late mother, who was also a co-partner with
him in the freedom struggle in creating mass awareness.
During one such imprisonment at Faizabad jail, he wrote
this epic and sent it to my mother secretly as a gift for her
and to get it printed & circulated among the masses to
create awareness for India’s freedom. The book was
printed by my mother in Hindi and some of this epic were
circulated also, but the British confiscated the book and the
press of my father around 1933. I was born in 1950 in a free
India. I am trying to bring this great writing of my father in
English which portrays more than the translation of the epic,
so the world may come to know about this otherwise lost
and forgotten great great writing and the sacrifices of my
patents towards India’s freedom struggle.
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor left active politics after 1947
and devoted rest of his life in writing easy mass literature
and wrote many Dramas, Poetry books, epics etc. All his
other literary works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990.
He left this mortal world in 1994. Unfortunately many of his
World class works could not be published so far and Patradoot
is one of them.
Ravindra
Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.
Kutil Kuron Me Pur Kur Unke,
Aunga Bhunga Ho Jayega,
Purna Roop Se Priya Darshan Ko,
Phir Tu Kabhi Na Payega.
Patradoot in Hindi written by
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections
“True love stories never have endings.” –
True happiness is a feeling. It is an immersive feeling that everything is good inside. It is not just about riches or wealth; it is a state of mind in which one has a fulfilling and satisfying feeling that his heart is truly at rest.
Is kadar pyar hai tumse ae humsafar O my better half, I'm in love with you in such a manner that
Is kadar pyar hai tumse ae humsafar O my better half,I'm in love with you in such a manner that
Ab toh jeete hai hum bas tumhe dekhkar Now I live only by looking at you
Tumhari har ada, tumhari har nazar Every style of yours and every look of yours
Yeh kya kehne lagi tumhe hai kya khabar You don't know what they're saying
Is kadar pyar hai tumse ae humsafar O my better half, I'm in love with you in such a manner that
Ab toh jeete hai hum bas tumhe dekhkar Now I live only by looking at you
Dil mein hai betaabiyan, neend udne lagi My heart is restless and I've lost my sleep
Tere khayalon se hi aankh judne lagi My eyes have started to connect with your thoughts
Har pal tumko dekha maine kehti hai meri nazar My eyes say that I've been staring at you all the time
Tumhari har ada, tumhari har nazar Every style of yours and every look of yours
Yeh kya kehne lagi tumhe hai kya khabar You don't know what they're saying
Is kadar pyar hai tumse ae humsafar O my better half, I'm in love with you in such a manner that
Ab toh jeete hai hum bas tumhe dekhkar Now I live only by looking at you
Saanson mein basne lagi jabse tu o jaaneja Since the time you've settled in my breaths o beloved
Apna sa lagne laga mujhko sara jahaan The entire world seems to be mine
Mehka mehka lagta mujhko khushiyon se dil ka nagar And the colony of my heart seems to be full of joy
Tumhari har ada, tumhari har nazar Every style of yours and every look of yours
Yeh kya kehne lagi tumhe hai kya khabar You don't know what they're saying
Is kadar pyar hai tumse ae humsafar O my better half, I'm in love with you in such a manner that
Ab toh jeete hai hum bas tumhe dekhkar Now I live only by looking at you
Tumhari har ada, tumhari har nazar Every style of yours and every look of yours
Yeh kya kehne lagi tumhe hai kya khabar You don't know what they're saying
“ The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.” — ...
https://youtu.be/VcbzW874Qag
La conciencia no aguanto el remordimiento
el sufrimiento va consumiéndome Lento
pero se bien que yo me Lo eh ganado
eh pecado y por ti seré castigada
puedo mentirle a Los demás pero a ti no dios
se que observas cada paso que doy allá en el cielo
tu que me trajiste a este mundo con un propósito
si te eh fallado créeme que no Lo hago apropósito
gracias por estar cuando te necesito ...dios me escucho y la mano de el tome ...mi espíritu tendrá La Paz y de este mundo oscuro que destruyo mi vida...será liberada... Ya no tiene sentido pensar en el pasado En lo que hice o lo que pude haber hecho Solo sé que ya caminé un buen trecho y sufrí demasiado lloré por mis errores por mi falta de carácter ... porque no pude salir de mi mundo oscuro que me tenia en esa agonía atormentada vivía todos los días le pedía perdón de corazón y que me diera la paz que tanto necesitaba ..talvez no entiendan y se questionen por que no hice las cosas diferentes nadie puede juzgarme porque no estuvieron en ese mundo que me termino quitando las esperanzas y la fe que día con día Morian lentamente como lo hacía yo .,, yo page por mis errores y pecados y fue un preciso muy alto que añadie le deceo pasar por eso
Aunque no sé cuanto he avanzado
Unos dirán que fui demasiado buena
Otros en cambio me tildarán de mala
Algunos habrán dicho la verdad
Otros una simple mentira piadosa
Solo Dios sabrá juzgar mi realidad
Unos me habrán querido demasiado
Y no faltarán quienes me hayan odiado
Pues como todo humano soy imperfecta
Y tengo tantas virtudes como defectos
Mas si en este mi largo recorrido
Sin querer a alguien he lastimado
Le pido perdón a Dios arrepentida
Por el daño que hubiera causado
Hoy que llego al final de mi camino
Que mas le puedo pedir al destino
Si tengo el tesoro más precioso
Que la vida generosa me regaló y la dicha de aver sido madre de ese angelito Aaron siempre viviré en tu corazón mientras tu no me olvides.... la dicha de aver tenido ami abuelita y que pronto la voy a ver ,,, la dicha de tener ami tia carina y ami madre hermanos amis tias y tíos ...primas que fueron como hermanas ,, y un tío que fue mi figura paterna Tio Jorge desde el cielo a todos los cuídare y dios me los cuide y ami angelito se los encargó me voy pero siempre estaré en sus corazones si a si me lo permiten me duele no poder míralos una vez más
Mi Padre, 2012
V. Ortiz Vazquez ©
Bears the mark since child birth
Incognito until childhood
Development blocks transformed part of his destiny
Twin brother carries the severe load
Not only does he stumble when speaking but also when walking
Both deteriorating with the passing of
Seconds, minutes, hours
Days, weeks, months, years
To remember the days when family went out for a jog
To ride the memory lanes when outings took us to the mountains
Rivers
Lechón Asado
Monitas, Crab hunting
Mud beyond the ankles
To peddle through strange terrain brings the day you taught me how to ride my bike
Hanging on the tree’s branches
Result of your way of teaching
“You have two choices; break or crash,” you said
Remember my swimming training?
“You either swim or drown,” you stated as you threw me into the deep waters
To this day, panic comes when I cannot touch the floor
Next stage in my life a new lesson
To learn how to drive
18 was I, a family friend my teacher this time
Keeping in mind the words you said to me once
“If you want to learn how to drive, watch what I do”
So many words yet no practical techniques with them
Formal education left you at an early age
Life’s education provided you with lifelong lessons
Handy man you became
Trick of trades pass down to you
Childhood road blocks no impediments to you
Sharp mind even when learning was tough at times
Hands no stranger to hard labor
No competition to formal education
Building your life’s traveling path one block at a time
First, you stole my mom
Your wife
Second, came my brother
Then, me and my sister
To wake one day to learn of your demise
Explanation to the changes within you
No longer active
Your hands no longer take pleasure of fixing things
Captive between four walls
Your mind
Diagnosis of schizophrenia
Johnny, Christian, Vadeline, Carlitos, Chadwick, Cody
How long until you can no longer enjoy grandchild’s laugh?
Touch?
Conversations?
Cheated you were, are
Compensated with a wife, children, grandchildren
Nurture with richness of a simple man
Patiently I wait until the next time you say, “Tonta. Así no se hace”
And, in your father’s role explain to me what I already know
Don’t seem to understand
To call you later and ask for your handy hands
No time of waiting
Refuse to part with slipping mind
Sharp hands
The whole truth
and nothing but the fu(king truth
That laws, and math, only help solve
local temporary problems,
All of which fall way short
on the infinite needs scale
were we rely on estimates, theories,
and other manmade truths
Still here we are,
alone on a goldilocks planet
All 8 billion of us milling around,
living our lives
guaranteed nothing
other than this moment
and whatever came before
To think otherwise
would be presumptuously human
As for choice is there really any
other than try feed ourselves
and sate the instinct to survive and thrive
We are a civilisation built on
disparate societal values and creeds
Each day is an imperceptible handover
from one generation to the next,
with no guarantee they’ll do a better job
But the real problem is not truth,
It’s why!
Why anything at all,
Why life
Why the fu(k am I asking these questions
I’m apostate, No!
I have little faith, No!
I am honest, No!
A nihilist, No
It’s because I have a sentient,
curious, unapologetic mind
that compels me to ask why!
Sometimes I think
i’d be better off a sponge
floating in crystal clear turquoise balmy oceans
Soaking up oblivious unintelligible surroundings
Indifferent to mortality and the universe,
popping off a few buds every once in a while,
or whatever sponges
brainlessly do to further their species
Such basic life is so very tempting
but just doesn’t sit right
Never to experience love
however fleeting,
Never to endure pain
However crushing,
Never to feel like throwing in the towel,
Even if just to mop blood
off the floor like a sponge
See, I’ve had moments
unimaginably beautiful,
Alongside unconscionably awful ones,
Moments so real
they can’t have been synthesised
by any stretch of any imagination
I believe a God or the universe
created me as a vessel of interpretation
to perceive itself
from my unique perspective
Well not unique per se,
more a personalised handicapped view
I am nothing and everything
in the grand scheme of things
No more! No less!
One that uses swear words
language you may not like,
yet clearly understand
The weirdest part is not the feeling
I’ve written this fu(ked up poem
in previous carnations
It’s my swearing
just seems to be getting worse
By
David Kavanagh
The (former) Double Life Of Matthew Scott Harris
Dove finch he following iniquitous
licentious, lecherous longing
extinguished quite
some years ago,
when eldest daughter
stopped being polite
actually she ceased - might
tee angry talking heads
to this papa for months, whose
only asks prays foe praise,
and who doth newt
wish to ignite
animosity from any beloved fan,
whose critical judgement
toward my errant friskiness,
aye snuffed out light
and accepts dues
against prickly don'ts,
and opted to risk broad
casting general height
full actions, which attestation
spiritedly burst asunder
blitzing Lenovo external
screen within minutes bite
mutt hung lest
censorious replies pillory
this sensitive chap
I merely uncorked
irrepressible facet
(asian iron maiden
strangle choke hold)
forced these words
to help give hollow explain
nations of this nada
so shiny white knight
philanderer (juiced now cum
ming clean) by night just
an oon din
aery in Das scribe
bubble during -
the day until...zee...
wife found me absent - yee
(ping, and sowing, thee
rather desiccated oats)
celibacy playing tree
men dose impetus tryst,
viz midlife crisis spree
from sleeping quarters re:
at 724 West Rail
road Avenue, pre
planned within
the basement nee
tricked out as cellar quasi
pent house suite for me
comfortable sleep
ping accommodations,
pleasing this wander
lusting NON GMO lee
burr teen, sans mat,
(and also Scottish Matt)
tress atop boxspring key
ping stockpiles of prurient frilly
laced female lingerie, je
nais se quois, no matter
escapade usual lee
took place in pitch black dark
accouterments singularly, solely,
and strictly necessitated,
arousing, coaxing, and
exciting libido asper
one barenaked lady for
yours truly, whereat
aye do blatantly
confess flute'n glute'n guilt free
to concocting, hat
ching, and orchestrating
profligate secrete
rendezvous aspirations
toward sordid man of la
cherry munch ching Lothario
(a combination Casanova,
Don Juan) wannabe.
Que solo soy un muerta sobre la faz
Que no me he dado cuenta nadamas
Que mi estancia en el mundo se acabó
Mi misión persona simplemente fracasó Puras culpas y desilusiones y tristeza cargo en mi alma
Que voy a conocer pronto el infierno
Que permanentemente iré a dormir
Y que próximamente sabré que se siente morir pero con mi Coca Cola Por que no quiero ir me sola ....
Señor cuida a mi hijo y a los míos, líbralos de todo mal
Hay quien dijo que más de un round no les iba aguantar y gane varias peleas
Un saludo dela muerta que sigue dando de qué hablar
Por que no a todos me quisieron con una mano cuento los verdaderos amigos y me sobran dedos ,, en la otra con la familia que cuento y también me sobran tres dedos incondicionalmente mi abuelita y mi tía querida como las extraño...
Sé que hay una raya que ya no voy a omitir no le temo ala muerte porque muerta mi alma está desde hace tiempo vive atormentada por los recuerdos que duelen día con día
Que el destino es quien va a decidir
Como será mi muerte ....
Más allá de la noche que me cubre,
negra como el abismo insondable, En la azarosas garras de las circunstancias
no he gemido ni llorado.
Sometida a los golpes del azar
mi alma sangra,
Más allá de este lugar de ira y llantos
yace sino el horror de la sombra,
Y aún la amenaza de los años
me halla y me hallará sin temor.
No importa cuán estrecha sea la puerta, del infierno
soy la dueña de mi destino, me empujó a este tumulto entre las nubes;
todo parecía sueño , de todo hice memoria,
los años por venir me parecieron
vano aliento,
vano aliento los años transcurridos
en igualdad con esta vida y esta muerte que no odio a quienes son mis enemigos,
no amo a quienes debo defender nunca supe como querer por que no me supe querer ami misma ... mi vida amorosa un fracaso como la Coca Cola mala En la amarga muerte encontre mi destino.
En la amarga muerte te vi y con una sonrisa te deje partir.
En la amarga muerte vi tu rostro y tu oscuridad con gusto recibi,en tu morada habite, en tus labios me perdi y no senti mas la muerte. la amarga muerte
te ame hasta la muerte
ahora se que mi muerte fuisteis tu
cabalgas en mi cerebro
y mueres en mi corazon
mi muerte fuiste tu
por eso me encuentro aqui sola y llorando con un sentimiento que no puedo explicar