Shine
Life is something we all share,
Just like oxygen, in the air.
The way we live it is up to us,
With a negative or with a plus.
Life is something, we should cherish,
We never know, when we’ll perish.
Live each and every single day,
Smell the flowers, stop and play.
Life is something, we’ve been blessed,
a choice is yours, choose your quest.
Follow your passions, and you’ll be fine,
With the right attitude, you will shine.
Beauty Of Life
I wonder as I look around
at all the beauty that I’ve found.
I’ve found it in the smallest places.
I’ve found it in the smiles on faces.
I’ve found it in majestic sights.
I’ve found it in an eagle’s flights.
And as I’ve seen it with my eyes
I’ve slowly come to realize
that all the beauty that I see
belongs to you and belongs to me.
This beauty should be shared by all.
Each beating heart should never fall
Quiet, never to beat again
without the memory of where or when
it captured the sights it got to see.
For what is life?
What can it be?
If not for beauty that’s all around
you have not seen, nor have you found
what it is we came here for.
You came to know beauty, nothing more.
Dreams
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Langston HughesL
All The World’s A Stage
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
William Shakesphere
The Four Zoas [Excerpt] – Poem by William Blake
‘What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song?
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy,
And in the wither’d field where the farmer plows for bread in vain.
It is an easy thing to triumph in the summer’s sun
And in the vintage and to sing on the waggon loaded with corn.
It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted,
To speak the laws of prudence to the houseless wanderer,
To listen to the hungry raven’s cry in wintry season
When the red blood is fill’d with wine and with the marrow of lambs.
It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements,
To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter house moan; To see a god on every wind and a blessing on every blast;
To hear sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our enemies’ house; To rejoice in the blight that covers his field, and the sickness that cuts off his children, While our olive and vine sing and laugh round our door, and our children bring fruits and flowers.
Then the groan and the dolor are quite forgotten, and the slave grinding at the mill, And the captive in chains, and the poor in the prison, and the soldier in the field When the shatter’d bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead.
It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity:
Thus could I sing and thus rejoice: but it is not so with me.’
‘Compel the poor to live upon a crust of bread, by soft mild arts.
Smile when they frown, frown when they smile; and when a man looks pale
With labour and abstinence, say he looks healthy and happy;
And when his children sicken, let them die; there are enough
Born, even too many, and our earth will be overrun
Without these arts. If you would make the poor live with temper,
With pomp give every crust of bread you give; with gracious cunning
Magnify small gifts; reduce the man to want a gift, and then give with pomp. Say he smiles if you hear him sigh. If pale, say he is ruddy.
Preach temperance: say he is overgorg’d and drowns his wit
In strong drink, though you know that bread and water are all
He can afford. Flatter his wife, pity his children, till we can
Reduce all to our will, as spaniels are taught with art.’
The sun has left his blackness and has found a fresher morning,
And the mild moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night,
And Man walks forth from midst of the fires: the evil is all consum’d.
His eyes behold the Angelic spheres arising night and day;
The stars consum’d like a lamp blown out, and in their stead, behold
The expanding eyes of Man behold the depths of wondrous worlds!
One Earth, one sea beneath; nor erring globes wander, but stars
Of fire rise up nightly from the ocean; and one sun
Each morning, like a new born man, issues with songs and joy
Calling the Plowman to his labour and the Shepherd to his rest.
He walks upon the Eternal Mountains, raising his heavenly voice,
Conversing with the animal forms of wisdom night and day,
That, risen from the sea of fire, renew’d walk o’er the Earth;
For Tharmas brought his flocks upon the hills, and in the vales
Around the Eternal Man’s bright tent, the little children play
Among the woolly flocks.
The hammer of Urthona sounds
In the deep caves beneath; his limbs renew’d, his Lions roar
Around the Furnaces and in evening sport upon the plains.
They raise their faces from the earth, conversing with the Man:
‘How is it we have walk’d through fires and yet are not consum’d?
How is it that all things are chang’d, even as in ancient times?’
One
One word can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream;
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald Spring.
One smile can bring a friendship,
One handclasp can lift a soul;
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One cheer can obtain a goal.
One vote can change a Nation,
One sunbeam can lift a room;
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.
One look can change two lives;
One kiss can make love bloom.
One step must start each journey,
One word must start each prayer;
One hope can raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.
One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can know what’s true;
One life can make a difference,
One life is me and you….
Shawnee Kellie
Live For Today |By Michael Sage
There are times when life seems to be a dark shade of grey,
Your problems seem overwhelming & your nerves begin to fray,
The expedition you’re on, seems to be in total disarray,
And instead of being the hunter, you feel more like the prey.
Don’t get caught up in slander, nor gossip or hearsay,
Don’t dwell your mind on bad things that others have to say,
Don’t think about disaster or believe the worlds in decay,
Else you’ll continue your slide down that hellish slipway.
Don’t waste time or dwell on the regrets of yesterday,
Or walk around as if you have some broken vertebrae,
No one has burdens than GODS scale cannot weigh,
HE’LL never give you challenges if it would lead you astray.
Believe in the wonders brought forth with each new day,
Feel refreshed so as to tackle whatever comes your way,
Be joyous and happy as you climb on life’s Golden Highway,
Don’t fear tomorrow, plan if you must, but live for today!
Sometimes your song will
be louder than the sound
of your cries,
and your hellos will make you forget about all the goodbyes.
This is a reason why at the end,
passing through the twists and bends,
and waiting out the storm
is worth it…and necessary.
Love
There’s more meaning behind the word of love
It’s not simple to explain
There’s many mixed feelings
None of the same
Love to some means happiness
To others it brings tears
And once you’ve fallen into it
You’re stuck with it for years
There’s no escaping love with ease
For it takes quite some time
Some never find the exit out
For their love is called blind
There’s the love we have for family
And another love for friends
Then there’s that one special love
That lasts and never ends
Throughout my life, I’ve been in love
And watched my love just grow
Not realizing his love for me
Would suddenly just go
I believe that true love
Brings one and one together
Never breaking it apart
Just keeping love forever
By Bridgett | Written after her first heartbreak.
Pain Ends
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let it flow in the breeze.
Let your eyes wander
To all the beauty to be seen.
If those toxic thoughts you still do ponder,
Then let out a scream.
Scream until the pain is gone,
Until you no longer feel afraid.
Open your eyes to a new dawn,
Let the darkness fade.
No longer compare yourself
Or your flaws to others’ perfections.
Take the negativity off the shelf.
Focus on your direction.
Pick the sadness up off the floor,
Sweep it into the wind.
Close the door on self-hatred.
Never let it back in.
For the lies it would often tell you,
You will no longer agree.
Happiness and love are what you should hold onto.
They are whom you should give the key.
Pay no attention to the toxic thoughts,
Listen to those who adore everything you are.
Overthinking was what you once were taught,
But now those thoughts you put in a jar.
Focus on your goals,
Never lose your fight.
It’s time to open new scrolls.
Everything will be all right.
Love Is Enough
Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter:
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
William Morries
Manilla Villa™ 