Poem for Today

11/1/03


Spending Time
A thousand years will seem like a day,
Or a day like a thousand years.
Your view is based upon the way
You spend it - in joy or tears.

In our daily walk there is the choice
To waste it in deep regret,
Or simply overflowing with joy
The choice seems clear - and yet,

Many will go with their head bent o're
Their choice is very clear.
They appear to love self pity more
Than all their words declare.

Others will live and their faces reveal
A smile for all to see.
Determined that, "Life will not steal
All that God has for me."

The choice is how you spend your time
You can make it never ending,
Or fill your day with so much love
The end will be as the beginning.



Author-Kenn Francart

11/02/03

The Paradox of Time

Time goes, you say? Ah no!
Alas, Time stays, we go;
Or else, were this not so,
What need to chain the hours,
For Youth were always ours?
Time goes, you say?- ah no!

Ours is the eyes' deceit
Of men whose flying feet
Lead through some landscape low;
We pass, and think we see
The earth's fixed surface flee:-
Alas, Time stays,- we go!

Once in the days of old,
Your locks were curling gold,
And mine had shamed the crow.
Now, in the self-same stage,
We've reached the silver age;
Time goes, you say?- ah no!

Once, when my voice was strong,
I filled the woods with song
To praise your "rose" and "snow";
My bird, that sang, is dead;
Where are your roses fled?
Alas, Time stays,- we go!

See, in what traversed ways,
What backward Fate delays
The hopes we used to know;
Where are our old desires?-
Ah, where those vanished fires?
Time goes, you say?- ah no!

How far, how far, O Sweet,
The past behind our feet
Lies in the even-glow!
Now, on the forward way,
Let us fold hands, and pray;
Alas, Time stays,- we go!


By Henry Austin Dobson

those are really beautiful poems...curious as to why u chose to post those specific poems?

Heaven, a ressurection
with all our dreams fulfilled
beyond understanding,
happiness, salvation

God will provide.

Faith leads us on,
no matter now the cost,
to that momentous time
when all the tears are gone.

God will provide.

Surrounded by
unbounded joy,
rememberance fades
of those who lie.

In everlasting sleep.

But if they're few
we leave behind,
the hard hearted, the blind,
is it true

Not one of us will weep?

Those loved ones
who shared our misery,
not then our destiny?

These loved ones
who eased the pain,
by love do not remain?

Shall we not beg
in their behalf
to this god of life,

or will our joy
erase the memory of
a husband's love, a wife's?

Then eternal love
from the poets song
was just a poets whim.

This God provides
a new, a perfect love,
a sad, a lonely kind of thing.

It wasn't you
but your softness,
wasn't you
but your sighs.
It wasn't love
but the thought of it
that held me to you.
Too late I learned of love.
And now when I'm missing you,
it's not your softness,
not your sighs,
but you

Oh dangerous heart!
look what you have done..
lead me to a life of misery.

In the darkness
I can still see your face
the smile, I can't erase.

Where did the goodness go?
of your mind, your heart, your soul?
shameless abandon.

To yourself,do you lie?
forgive yourself,
you must try.

take away all your guilt.
I will heal,time will tell.
you will love again.

Oh my friend
I am still here
just as you left me

Tear stained eyes,
oh how they hide
shallow feelings of remorse.

The Meaning

To love is to share life together
to build special plans just for two
To work side by side
and then smile with pride
As one by one, dreams all come true.

To love is to help and encourage
with smiles and sincere words of praise
To take time to share
to listen and care
In tender, affectionate ways.

To love is to have someone special
one who you can always depend
To be there through the years
sharing laughter and tears
As a partner, a lover, a friend.

To love is to make special memories
of moments you love to recall
Of all the good things
that sharing life brings
Love is the greatest of all.

I've learned the full meaning
of sharing and caring
and having my dreams all come true;
I've learned the full meaning
of being in love
by being and loving with you


i wrote this a long time ago

11/03/03

You, Me and
The Wheel of Time

Along this wheel, O my son!
I spent my childhood and exhausted my youth
And now when the sun of my existence
Is about to set
I bequeath this wheel to you, O my son!
So that you know and realize
Through which sanguine yet barren paths
Your father has brought you up over here.

It hurts me that I could give no better gift to you
No comforts, no solaces, no peace
Nor power, nor pelf
Neither dreams nor hopes
Nor a penny, nor a dime
I bequeath you only this wheel of time.

But this wheel must move
On the earth making its rut
Traversing the green fields of wheat,
Millet and maize - blooming out of your sweat.
And when you, too, O my son!
Come of age
And grow exhausting your youthful days
Hand over this wheel to your son
Neither dreams, nor hopes, nor thought
The earth wants labor, the earth wants fraught.
Tell him that this is the man's station sublime
From generation to generation
Carry away the wheel of time.

Suniti Chandra Mishra

Whispers of Love

Love whispers in my ear,
"Better to be a prey than a hunter.
Make yourself My fool.
Stp trying to be the sun and become a speck!
Dwell at My door and be homeless.
Don't pretend to be a candle, be a moth,
so you may taste the savor of Life
and know the power hidden in serving".

Rumi
(Mathnawi V, 411-414, translated by Kabir Helminski)

Where are you forsaken love?
You are near for you dwell where no man can see,
where no one has ever been but you.
For you are said to be true love.

How true is a love that hurts without an ending
until the pain inflicted pierces the heart?

Forsaken and true was I.
For I gave when giving was shunned
as though it were a curse upon the soul of its intended.

'Tis said true love is the greatest gift one can give another.
Yet when another has shielded themselves from such
then the love becomes an endless pain.
'Tis an overwhelming agony where the heart
is broken without a doubt intentionally,
without a doubt true love has been forsaken.

When did true love become an enemy to your soul?
When did everlasting become nevermore?
Was it when true love was said to be eternal?
Was it when your fate became imminent,
as it was witnessed by blinded eyes?

Forsaken one I weep for you.
For the depth of your gentle, devoted heart shall never be known.
Your eternal commitment shall never be witnessed.

For fear became your intended's friend and confidant.
It became all they knew,
all they cared to be.
For it is simpler to be comforted in one's own fear
than to pledge one's eternal love to another.

Yet my heart shall not fear true love
For it has been known in its entirety within me
It has laughed at those who said it could never be
It has cheered in its triumph
over all who said it is not real

For it is the passion of life
It is joy eternal
for it does exist even when it is forsaken
It does thrive within my heart for my true love.

Sonji Rush
Copyright 2000-2003

Free to be me…

Not so long ago,
I held a man so near,
In my heart and soul,
Our love was so dear.

But he loved an ideal,
Of what he wanted to see,
Dissatisfied with reality,
I wasn’t free to be me.

If only his eyes could have opened,
Looked deep into my eyes,
Seen the gift bestowed upon him,
But instead, he turned to lies.

During this painful time,
I found the room to grow.
Who I wasn’t… became apparent,
Who I am, …I now know.

Honest, loving, and loyal,
Getting the most out of life,
Affectionate and funny,
I really was a good wife.

This love I held so dear,
Is now a remnant of the past,
My strength is here to stay.
My heart is healing fast,

Looking back I see the pain,
The tears and regret.
Lessons that were learned,
A need that was not met.

A new path I have taken,
My soul’s been set free,
A gift given to myself,
The precious freedom to be me.

As feelings persist and ache for release
I repress the urges that fill my mind
Remembering messages sent and received
With sorrow concede I’d rather be blind
To ecstasy dreamed, with imagination
To love’s foreplay, but never tasted
To a beautiful soul I can never reach
For a heart I’d love, but know it’s wasted
Joy consumes as my temperature rises
Enjoying subliminal feelings sent
Revelling in life’s gift of friendship
But aching for a taste of what might be meant
Fear holds my tongue from speaking more
And stills my hands from writing it
Not fear of opening the door of love
But the hand that reaches out to close it
And so my heart rests silently here
Awaiting the key to its release
As all that this life will deal for now
Is the bond of souls that search for peace

The Magic Of Love

Love is like magic
And it always will be.
For love still remains
Life's sweet mystery!!
Love works in ways
That are wondrous and strange
And there's nothing in life
That love cannot change!!
Love can transform
The most commonplace
Into beauty and splendor
And sweetness and grace.
Love is unselfish,
Understanding and kind,
For it sees with it's heart
And not with it's mind!!
Love is the answer
That everyone seeks....
Love is the language,
That every heart speaks.
Love can't be bought,
It is priceless and free,
Love, like pure magic,
Is life's sweet mystery!!


writen by brian (bigbri)

They say Life and Death are not in anyone's hands.

They are things that just happen every time and with everyone. Same is the case with time. Most of the times we take it for granted that there is always plenty of time. Due to this perhaps we indulge in various activities, which are a wholesale waste of time.

The clock is always ticking. The seconds keep on ticking just like busy ants. The ants keep themselves always busy by always hunting for food everywhere. Similarly the seconds always keep on ticking to attain short-term goals of making a minute with 60 ticks. After reaching a milestone of a minute the second's hand of a clock don't take a break, but start afresh for another round of 60 ticks. The take it minute by minute and inadvertently reach a quarter of an hour, and hour and then a day. They always focus on the smaller targets- that is a minute and the bigger aim of the clock itself gets fulfilled. That's why the minutes hand have to work less, as the seconds hand does most of the running around. The minute hand just has to make 60 movements on a clock dial. The hours hand is the luckiest of the lot. It just moves for 12 times in an hour. But the seconds hand movies for 3600 times around the dial for the same hour!

Parallel to this, in our life to we never realizes that we have lots to do. Between every big task we can always find enough time to fit in a plethora of smaller tasks. If you are waiting for a train at the station, you can always read a magazine or rather chalk out your study timetable for exams. While traveling in the bus too one can find enough time to at least skim through the previous days notes.

Be like the clock. Always keep on ticking by involving yourself in various things and learning new things. These small knowledge and experience modules will perhaps one day take you to your bigger goal some day. They say "Time and Tide waits for no man". If so, now stop staring at the screen and utilize your time effectively!

– Deepak Chandrasekaran
April 21, 2002

To realize The value of a sister:
Ask someone who doesn't have one.

To realize The value of ten years:
Ask a newly divorced couple.

To realize the value of four years:
Ask a graduate.

To realize the value of one year:
Ask a student who has failed a final exam.

To realize the value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.

To realize the value of one month:
Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.

To realize the value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize the value of one hour:
Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

To realize the value of one minute:
Ask a person who has missed the train, bus or plane.

To realize the value of one second:
Ask a person who has survived an accident.

To realize the value of one millisecond:
Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics


author unknown

What Got him was Noth
ing & nothings exACT
ly what any
one Living (or some
body Dead
like
even a Poet) could
hardly express what
i Mean is
what knocked him over Wasn't
(for instance) the Knowing your
whole (yes god
damned) life is a Flop or even
to
Feel how
Everything (dreamed
& hoped &
prayed for
months & weeks &days & years
& nights &
forever) is Less than
Nothing (which would have been
Something) what got him was nothing

e.e.cummings

Can there be a more piercing pain?
a more grueling existance?
Yet people will search until the days
crumble into dust and night reigns
forever just to have the honor of
experiencing this excrutiation

Love makes martyrs of us all
Reason and reality have no meaning
when all your being screaches and
implores for a single glimpse
into his eyes

Hope is a merciless torturer
He dangles His prize just
out of reach
But you can smell the warm sweetness
And you can feel the soft cool
breath on your cheek.

Therefore abandon Hope
Give up
Forsake the insecure misery for a
secure and certain one
At least lonliness is definate
You know it will never leave you
for another.

Lonliness is true


Leda (age 13)

Originally posted by Trish
Wow, Swan! That's very good. Depressing, but very good. I don't think I was so profound at 13.

Yeah thanks, I was like Morticia Adams growing up. :D

THE SUN

The sun is rising upon another day
Just as so many have before
Yet something seems not quite the same.
Have I changed so much I wonder
Or is the world changing around me?
I sit at times and wonder who or what I am
And yet I know
I am an eagle soaring through the sky above
Up where no one can reach me uninvited
Living in the world which I have created for myself
riding clouds on winds which only I can see or feel.
I am the earth itself
Centuries old and yet forever young.
I am the sphinx of egypt as well as the pyramids
Watching the world pass before my eyes
Remembering all that I have heard and seen
And feeling again and again all that I have ever felt.
I am an ever flowing river of emotion
Running through all of time and existance
But look upon me and watch only from a safe distance
And do not approach or stand too close to my side
Or I may want to carry you away with me into the future.

A. Bacon

When shades of night begin to fall,
And shadows lengthen on the wall,
My thoughts roll back to days of yore;
Like waves that gently lap the shore.

The youth I lost, so long ago.
Just where it went, I do not know.
Too soon, a young man took his place.
Then, age replaced that smiling face.

The child I raised, from very birth,
Has gone to find his place on earth.
He, too, will find that time flies by.
'Tis but a twinkle of God's eye.

I live my memories, o'er and o'er,
And wonder if I could have done more.
Not one of those days were perfect spent.
And yet, the next was duly sent.

I tried and tried, with all my might,
But never did get one just right.
I've lived for many thousand days;
A testament to God's patient ways.

And now, my memories, good and bad,
Remind me of the chance I had
To live my life the way I should;
To shun the bad, embrace the good.

And yet, I trod the time worn road.
I walked alone, with heavy load;
Too proud to think that God would care,
My many burdens to gladly share.

And then, one day, I was wholly spent.
So, down from heaven, His Son He sent.
Not only did He lift my earthly load,
But put me back on the narrow road.

So now, my mind is full at ease,
No longer tossed like heavy seas.
Whatever life, now, has in store,
I have a haven on yonder shore.

It's not a prize that I have won,
But the gift, from God, of His precious Son.


Robert winters