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The Most Important Things in Life

The most important things in life
Are not ‘things,’ most know
It’s the people in our lives
Who make our Hearts grow

Our family of Loved ones
Are the most important of all
They fill our lives with memories
Especially those who are small

The little simple moments
A smile, a hug, or glance
Whether in a photo, or our minds
Makes our Hearts sing and dance

Some friends are like family
They bloom perfectly in our Heart
Whether grown over the years
Or there right from the very start

Love, our greatest possession
It’s who we truly are
Giving and receiving Unconditionally
In life, we will go far

Good health is often taken for granted
Until something in the body goes wrong
Focusing on anything positive
Can bring relief along

Feeling appreciation
Speaking of our gratitude
Being thankful for all things
Is a Blessed attitude

Keeping an open mind
To learning all our days
Growth continues and expands
In hundreds of delightful ways

Shining our Inner-Light
Helping others along their way
Respecting the differences
Letting all have their own say

Tranquillity and Peace
A rested and calm mind
Practising meditation
Our own way, we can find

Faith, an individual thing
Not just for those religious
Simple hope, or a belief
That life is truly glorious

Inspiration lifts our Spirit
Helps us reach our goal
Whether given or received
It delights our eternal Soul

People are important
And the memories we build
Good health for a vital life
Inspiration, to be fulfilled

Appreciating and respecting
All of life, everywhere
Having faith in the Peace
And happiness to share

These are life’s treasures
And money has no part
But the greatest of them all
Is the Love in everyone’s Heart!

Quiet Reliance Poem

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The Language

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Im Not Really 60

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Ode Written On The First Of January

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A Soldier

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The Road Not Taken

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Why Do I Love You Sir?

In “Why Do I Love You Sir,” Emily Dickinson explores love’s irrational nature. She compares love to natural phenomena like the wind and lightning, emphasizing that true affection does not require explanation. The poem suggests that love exists beyond reason, embraced through its innate, unspoken power and beauty.

Remembrance

Maya Angelou’s “Remembrance Poem” captures the profound longing and intimate connection between lovers. The poem evokes the warmth of shared moments, emphasizing physical touch and emotional resonance. Through vivid imagery, it conveys the speaker’s yearning for the lingering essence of love, highlighting the transformative power of intimacy and memory.

Gratitude by Cornelius Eady

Gratitude

I’m here
             to tell you 
                             an old story. 
                             This
Appears to be
                 my work.
                                I live
                                in the world,
Walk
         the streets
                          of New York,
                          this
Dear city.
             I want
                          to tell you
                          I’m 36
Years old,
             I have lived
                                in and against
                                my blood.
I want to tell you
                          I am grateful,
                                            because,
                                           (after all),
I am a black,
               American poet!
                                   I’m 36,
                                   and no one
Has to tell me
              about luck.
                            I mean:
                            after a reading
Someone asked me
                             once:
                                      If
                                      you weren’t
Doing this,
             what
                    (if anything)
                    would you be doing?
And I didn’t say
                      what we both
                                         understood.
                                         I’m
A black, American male.
                                      I own
                                              this particular story
                                              on this particular street
At this particular moment.
                                   This appears
                                                     to be
                                                     my work.
I’m 36 years old,
                         and all I have to do
                                                      is repeat
                                                      what I notice
Over
    and over,
                  all I have to do
                  is remember.
And to the famous poet
                                      who thinks
                                                       literature holds
                                                       no small musics:
Love.
       And to the publishers
                                           who believe
                                           in their marrow
There’s no profit
                             on the fringes:
                                                    Love.
                                                    And to those
Who need
                 the promise of wind,
                                                  the sound of branches
                                                  stirring
Beneath the line:
                           here’s
                                   another environment
                                   poised
To open.
              Everyone reminds me
                                                 what an amazing
                                                 Odyssey
I’m undertaking,
                          as well they should.
                                                         After all,
                                                         I’m a black,
American poet,
                          and my greatest weakness
                                                                     is an inability
                                                                     to sustain rage.
Who knows
                   what’ll happen next?
                                                    This appears to be one
                                                     for the books,
If you
        train your ears
                                for what’s
                                unstated
Beneath the congratulations(!)
                                                  That silence
                                                                     is my story,
                                                                     the pure celebration
(And shock)
                    of my face
                                     defying
                                     its gravity,
So to speak.
                     I claim
                               this tiny glee
                               not just
For myself,
                  but for my parents,
                                                 who shook their heads.
                                                 I’m older now
Than my father was
                                   when he had me,
                                                             which is no big deal,
                                                             except
I have personal knowledge
                                           of the wind
                                                             that tilts the head back.
                                                             And I claim
This loose-seed-in-the-air glee
                                                    on behalf of the
                                                    social studies teacher
I had in the tenth grade,
                                      a real bastard
                                                           who took me aside
                                                           after class
The afternoon
                     he heard I was leaving
                                                           for a private school,
                                                           just to let me know
He expected me
                       to drown out there,
                                                           that I held the knowledge
                                                           of the drowned man,
The regret
                 of ruined flesh
                                         in my eyes;
                                         which was fair enough,
Except
           I believe I’ve been teaching
                                                       far longer now
                                                       than he had that day,
And I know
                the blessing
                                   of a
                                   narrow escape.
And I claim
                this rooster-pull-down-morning glee
                                                                             on behalf of anyone
                                                                             who saw me coming.
And said yes,
                   even
                         when I was loud, cocky, 
                         insecure,
Even
      when all they could have seen
                                                        was the promise of a germ, 
                                                        even
When it meant
                       yielding ground.
                                                I am a bit older 
                                                than they were 
When I walked
                       into that room,
                                              or class
                                              or party, 
And I understand the value
                                            of the unstated push.
                                                                              A lucky man
                                                                              gets to sing
his name.
               I have survived
                                        long enough 
                                        to tell a bit 
Of an old story.
                        And to those
                                              who defend poetry
                                              against all foreign tongues:
Love.
         And to those who believe
                                                  a dropped clause
                                                  signifies encroachment:
Love. 
         And to the bullies who need
                                                       the musty air of
                                                       the clubhouse
All to themselves:
                            I am a brick in a house
                                                                 that is being built
                                                                 around your house.
I’m 36 years old,
                           a black, American poet.
                                                               Nearly all the things
                                                               that weren’t supposed to occur
Have happened, (anyway),
                                          and I have
                                                          a natural inability
                                                          to sustain rage,
Despite
             the evidence.
                                I have proof,
                                and a job that comes
As simple to me
                          as breathing.

I am Thankful for by Nancy J Carmody

I Am Thankful For by Nancy J Carmody I am thankful for …..the mess to clean up after a partybecause it means I have been surrounded by friends. ​…..the taxes that I paybecause it means that I’m employed. …..the clothes that fit a little too snugbecause it means I have…

Gratitude by Edgar Albert Guest

Gratitude by Edgar Albert Guest Be grateful for the kindly friends that walk along your way,Be grateful for the skies of blue that smile from day to day,Be grateful for the health you own, the work you find to do,For round about you there are men less fortunate than…

A Poem of Gratitude by Traveling Mitch

I’m grateful for change, the ups and the downs, Both happiness and sadness, the smiles and the frowns.I’m grateful to writing for giving me pause, To examine the world, for its beauty and flaws. To cheese, I thank you for obvious reasons, And I too must show love to…

The Most Important Things In Life

The Most Important Things in Life The most important things in life Are not ‘things,’ most know It’s the people in our lives Who make our Hearts grow Our family of Loved ones Are the most important of all They fill our lives with memories Especially those who are…

Peace by Matshona Dhliwayo

PEACE

“When there is no peace in Heaven
there is no peace in the universe,
when there is no peace in the universe
there is no peace in the cosmos,
when there is no peace in the cosmos
there is no peace in the sky,
and when there is no peace in the sky
there is no peace on Earth.

When there is no peace in your soul
there is no peace in your heart,
when there is no peace in your heart
there is no peace in your mind,
when there is no peace in your mind
there is no peace in your life,
and when there is no peace in your life
there is no peace in your world.

When there is peace in Heaven
there is peace in the universe,
when there is peace in the universe
there is peace in the cosmos,
when there is peace in the cosmos
there is peace in the sky,
and when there is peace in the sky
there is peace on Earth.

When there is peace in your soul
there is peace in your heart,
when there is peace in your heart
there is peace in your mind,
when there is peace in your mind
there is peace in your life,
and when there is peace in your life
there is peace in your world.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

How To Acquire Peace

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A Prayer for Victory over Temptation

A Prayer for Victory over Temptation
Haste to me, Lord, when this fool-heart of mine
Begins to gnaw itself with selfish craving;
Or, like a foul thing scarcely worth the saving,
Swoln up with wrath, desireth vengeance fine.
Haste, Lord, to help, when reason favours wrong;
Haste when thy soul, the high-born thing divine,
Is torn by passion’s raving, maniac throng.

A Prayer For You

A Prayer For You by Lenora McWhorter

I lifted you to the Lord today
as I spent some time in prayer.
I asked God to be near you
and your burdens help you bear.

I could feel the Father smile
each time I called your name
because I talk to Him quite often
and my prayers are the same.

A Wish for Peace

A Wish for Peace I wish for you,I wish for me,I wish for all the world to live in harmony. When I look into the sky at night and see the stars above,I wish for peace, I wish for love. I wish for you…I wish for youI wish for me…I wish for me I wish for all the world to…

Peace Is Holy Sacred by Terence George Craddock

Peace Is Holy Sacred

peace by human civilizations under rated
peace by entity humanity under rated
peace by dictators transgressions slighted

peace by megalomaniac leaders crushed

peace so precious
peace so glorious
peace so miraculous

peace so holy sacred

peace an enlightened state of mind
peace a revered state of mind
peace aspired to by enlightened souls;

peace pure God given blessings
peace gifts prosperity potentials
peace blesses multiple cultures

peace blesses societies countries
peace blesses ordinary people families
peace loves sacred peace makers;

Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)

How To Acquire Peace

How To Acquire Peace Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul On changeable Earth human beings are wise,They want to perpetuate the progress in rise.Some vie in earning wealth to live happily,Attractive edifices they build to reside properly.To lead a prosperous life some are on…

A Prayer for Victory over Temptation

A Prayer for Victory over Temptation
Haste to me, Lord, when this fool-heart of mine
Begins to gnaw itself with selfish craving;
Or, like a foul thing scarcely worth the saving,
Swoln up with wrath, desireth vengeance fine.
Haste, Lord, to help, when reason favours wrong;
Haste when thy soul, the high-born thing divine,
Is torn by passion’s raving, maniac throng.

A Prayer For You

A Prayer For You by Lenora McWhorter

I lifted you to the Lord today
as I spent some time in prayer.
I asked God to be near you
and your burdens help you bear.

I could feel the Father smile
each time I called your name
because I talk to Him quite often
and my prayers are the same.

I Love Peace Mohammad Younus

I love peace,
The foundation of the world is peace—
Do not shake it.

I choose peace,
Above all that the world offers,
Even at the highest price.
I still choose peace.

I choose peace,
Over the mundane that fades away.
Peace transcends truths and facts,
Unveiling deeper spiritual realities.

I choose peace.
When I have peace, I have it all—
A peace that surpasses all
Human understanding.

I choose peace,
The only peace that embodies
Perpetual ecstasy,
The only peace infused with love,
Immortal peace.

I choose peace,
An invaluable treasure.
Nothing can purchase
Eternal peace,
Which endures endlessly.

I choose peace.
Peace is the promised gift—
Tranquility,
Lawfulness,
A savior.

I choose peace.
Peace is divine grace.
When the Divine knocks and doors open,
He enters, and peace settles within.
Peace is the Gracious God—
His being is peace,
His attributes are peace,
His actions are peace.

How To Acquire Peace

How To Acquire Peace Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul On changeable Earth human beings are wise,They want to perpetuate the progress in rise.Some vie in earning wealth to live happily,Attractive edifices they build to reside properly.To lead a prosperous life some are on…

A Prayer for Victory over Temptation

A Prayer for Victory over Temptation
Haste to me, Lord, when this fool-heart of mine
Begins to gnaw itself with selfish craving;
Or, like a foul thing scarcely worth the saving,
Swoln up with wrath, desireth vengeance fine.
Haste, Lord, to help, when reason favours wrong;
Haste when thy soul, the high-born thing divine,
Is torn by passion’s raving, maniac throng.

A Prayer For You

A Prayer For You by Lenora McWhorter

I lifted you to the Lord today
as I spent some time in prayer.
I asked God to be near you
and your burdens help you bear.

I could feel the Father smile
each time I called your name
because I talk to Him quite often
and my prayers are the same.

A Wish for Peace

A Wish for Peace I wish for you,I wish for me,I wish for all the world to live in harmony. When I look into the sky at night and see the stars above,I wish for peace, I wish for love. I wish for you…I wish for youI wish for me…I wish for me I wish for all the world to…

Peace by Gerard Manley Hopkins

When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut,
Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs?
When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? I'll not play hypocrite
To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but
That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows
Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it?

O surely, reaving Peace, my Lord should leave in lieu
Some good! And so he does leave Patience exquisite,
That plumes to Peace thereafter. And when Peace here does house
He comes with work to do, he does not come to coo,
He comes to brood and sit.

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