Small sacrifices here and there
they seem a small price to pay
harmony’s the winning higher power
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People with good memory have a tough time forgetting,
And those with hearts attuned to others’ pain
Find wounds endure, their souls in silence fretting -
Emotions hurt, yet healing seems in vain.
Like bees, learn to take the honey sweet
From blooming flowers in joy’s bright repose.
Let past remain behind, no more repeat;
Reach forth to what before us gently grows.
Press toward the prize - the high and holy call
That God has placed within each soul’s design.
Forget, forgive, let anger’s shadow fall,
Lest covenant blessings we undermine.
We will not miss the prize, nor let it pass -
But live in all that God has willed for us.
A martyr flew through holy throne
Alighted to bowl of prophet water
Sipped and quaffed the holy juice
Almighty Lord picked him from many others
Gates were opened one by one
Greeted him angels all of them
He didn't hesitate on the path
This is how Allah lovers' end
Overshadows beneath the Most Merciful's Throne
Walks with his houris through rivers of heaven
That houri if one descends to earth
Eyes will be blind by her light
If her ankle a little bit shown
Will pass away all daemon and mankind
Every houri every time virgin
Deserved by this world's orphan and bizarre
Left with thirst and hunger to streets
Valueless & oppressed at everybody's eyes
He will poke the committee’s eyes
Wrestling for his own Nobel Prize
He feels he’s a god
Who can push that squad
Like Christ over them he can rise
Poem of the Day!
Wealth, well beyond all our Dreams.
Pennies from Heaven!
Of eleven children he was the first
and from an early age
for research had a thirst
his love of dogs was no surprise
highly regarded
he received the Nobel Prize
altho' no longer around
of all those that ever were
I clearly like the sound
as with food it goes so well
and if nothing else
the name 'Pavlov' rings a bell
we plan our future
but have not added our broken leg
Bam!
Ouch!
Things change fast
We begin to heal
filled with optimism
We can still reach our goal
a temporary side road
we replan, replenish, rehearse
Refocus on our future
Car wreck!
What?
We’re hospitalized and helpless
Rehab takes a long time
Depression might set in
We are disabled, disillusioned and disheveled
Is there a glimmer of hope?
Can we continue our path?
Some of us cannot go on
These souls have not rallied, refreshed or regrouped.
Despair holds them down in the ditch of the side road
Most of us can continue
The luckiest ones find strength and stories in the side roads
Understanding that the goal is not the future,
The journey is the test
and the road we have travelled for a reason.
We are the optimists, and we do well
I can't forget the night we met,
beneath the crystal skies.
I saw the stars, the Moon and Mars
reflected in your eyes.
In light of dawn, we shared a yawn
as darkness fizzled out.
How sweet and light, our love took flight,
defying any doubt.
With all your charm, you held my arm
and then you won my heart.
Of this I'm sure, we shall endure,
our paths will never part.
For now, I know the fervent flow
of love without disguise.
With endless streams you've filled my dreams -
your love is now my prize.
You will know your dad
when you too became a dad!
You shall feel glad
when you realize, he was your launch pad!
You will appreciate his wisdom
when you shoulder responsibilities of the kingdom!
You will realize his care
when he was dissolved into the air!
You will dearly miss him
when alone, against the tides of life, you swim!
You shall honour his glory
when you will appreciate his story!
You shall praise, he is the prize
while he is alive and if you are wise!
Dedicated to all Fathers on this International Father's Day (third Sunday of June)!
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They moved like dawn through shadowed years,
With quiet hands and blazing hearts,
Their dreams outshone the weight of fears,
They rewrote fate in fractured parts.
Marie lit atoms' trembling core,
Her lantern glowed through science' veil;
While Rosa sat and shook the war
Of silence—made the strong rails pale.
Malala, bright with sharpened pen,
Still sings where tyrants silence books;
Jane healed the lives of chimp and den,
With patient heart and watching looks.
Ada wove numbers into flight,
A code that danced before the light—
They rose like stars from time's deep sea,
And left a map for you and me.
If I ruled the world
I'd take the game and change it.
A prize worth the fight.
When a heart grows wings
And we accept a ride
The heavens open
And we are pulled inside
Every fiber of our being comes alive
Our souls become vessels
Where joy reside
We welcome each moment
As a long-for prize
New songs are born
And old ones die
Life’s mountains flee
Away our troubles fly
The universe sparkles
When a heart grows wings
And we accept the ride
The last resort of the department store
Purchasing my bones in the flesh
Native thorns contempting robes
Reciprocities without enough city
Familiar silvers behind glass windows
Tracking of least haunted strain
Fellow of coal
Liberty absconds the brazen doors of eden
Bludgeoning heart muscle of castings lapse
Strung letting of hummingbirds pain
Calling froth of tomorrow
Beastly hauling of coppered stones
Blanks of tomb
Witched at birth
I'm holding on to You Lord
I can't wait to see Your face
I'm blessed to know You care for me
heaven is the perfect place
Come Lord Jesus, come to my aid
Show me a future pure and bright
I can't wait to see Your face
Come down Lord, let me see Your Light
So much so You are my very prize
I feel blessed to know You care for me
I am sure one thing is true
I'm glad You have a hope for me
My heart just feels brand new
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