FAITH, NATURE & INSPIRATIONAL (Book) http://www.Writing.Com/main/books.php/item_id/959448-FAITH-NATURE--INSPIRATIONAL THE WORD THAT IS LOVE Love is a four lettered word, But it’s four fathoms deep. None in the world, without love, Can his sanity keep. Without the mother’s love we Would be lost long ago. She’s the one who nurtures us And life’s path does us show. Without the love of the spouse, Life would be truly hell. This...[Read Full Post] Tue, 27 Mar 2007 22:40:50 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/496915 DON’T PANIC Don’t panic, there’s help at hand When you need it the most. He’s with you, but of His help, He does not ever boast. He is just a call away, But you must surrender To Him completely, only Then he would help render. Your pride in your might is what Comes between Him and you. That you are the one who...[Read Full Post] Tue, 06 Mar 2007 03:13:48 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/492850 THE UNWISE Some laugh out loud, some smile too soft, Some shout and some whisper. Some are sullen, some are morose, Some could not be crisper. Some walk too fast, some lag behind, Some stay glued to a spot. Some argue loud, some think silent, Some never have a thought. Some live in past, some in future, But some in the present. Som...[Read Full Post] Mon, 05 Mar 2007 13:31:12 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/492672 THE VILLAGE OAK Once I too was a mighty oak That ruled the village side, My stem solid like iron, My branches far and wide. My verdant shade was heaven for The lonely traveler. I gave succor to all who came, I refused it never. But now that I am old and weak My branches are rotting. My leaves are no longer shiny. On dry roots I&#82...[Read Full Post] Wed, 28 Feb 2007 13:57:20 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/491221 WHAT’S THAT WHICH I NEED TO HAVE What’s that which I need to have, But which I have not got. How to live, chasing wishes, I have rather forgot. Is it not enough I have A body in good health. For my two meals and a roof, I have sufficient wealth. I don’t need a palace, nor, A Rolls-Royce to drive? Without royal lu...[Read Full Post] Wed, 28 Feb 2007 12:41:42 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/491203 WHO?—a quinzaine Men and beast and fowl and fish. If it was not God, Who made them? * A quinzaine is an unrhymed verse of fifteen syllables, distributed as 7/5/3. The first line makes a statement. The next two lines ask a question related to the statement]. • REQUEST—While reviewing, please copy and paste the following i...[Read Full Post] Fri, 02 Feb 2007 15:02:01 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/485215 AN ISLAND BEACH I want to get out of this rut, Where man is a machine. I spend all time with computer, The cell and limousine. Too far from nature, I live in A jungle of concrete. My house is air-conditioned, I don’t know cold or heat. I wish I could get out and go To a white mountain top, Where in the silent vastness, time D...[Read Full Post] Wed, 31 Jan 2007 12:03:44 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/484706 ONE DAY I WILL BE NO MORE One day I will be no more but My essence will be there. My body will decay but my Thoughts would be everywhere. My thoughts and feelings are those that Touch a chord in all hearts. It’s with a thought, a deep feeling, From which a poem starts. Maybe my poems outlast me. Even if they do not, They would ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 28 Feb 2007 12:16:04 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/484656 HE DELAYS NOT HIS COMING When each breath is too much laboured, When each step is shaky, unsure, When life seems as if worse than death, When living is a torture pure; When not a friendly soul is near, When shrieks of loneliness are loud, When one needs help but none is there, And to seek alms, one is too proud; When heart is pained m...[Read Full Post] Sat, 11 Jul 2009 20:33:44 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/477178 IN A MOMENT’S SPACE Is not, in fact, man just a slave of time? Upon his own birth he has no control. He’s conceived in the space of a moment, And in a moment he’s gone from the world. There are many moments when life itself Is altered in the twinkling of an eye. Two strangers meet and exchange a mere glance, Lifelong lov...[Read Full Post] Fri, 02 Feb 2007 02:30:14 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/476464 A NOBLE ADDICTION I had addictions galore. You name it and I had, From good ones, like writing, to Those that were truly bad. I wasted all of my time In leisurely pursuits. For living seriously, I did not care three hoots. But one day, when I was down, I had from Him a call. I suddenly realized The folly of it all. I gave up all...[Read Full Post] Wed, 03 Jan 2007 22:12:05 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/475568 SUNRISE IN THE DESERT Rays of gold from beyond the Horizon do assert, Marching slowly through the vast And undulant desert. What was still and dark so far Is alive once again. Birds and beetles move across Coarse and sandy terrain. Caravans wind up their tents And resume their sojourn, Till the desert sand gets hot And the face an...[Read Full Post] Sun, 10 Dec 2006 21:56:19 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/472832 HOW SHALL I GO WHEN I DO GO? How shall I go when I do go? Why should that bother me? I should think about my duty, Not about destiny. I controlled not how I was born, My death I can’t control. But I can control how I live. Let that my aim be sole. If at all, though, I pray to God About how shall I go, I pray I pass off without ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 06 Dec 2006 00:33:41 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/472375 MY TIME WILL COME Though I’m today downtrodden, yet, I know one day my time will come. I will be at top of the world, Though, today, I am like the scum. Though I’m at the end of the race, I won’t give up, till end I’ll run. You will see me victorious. I need not trumpet my own drum. It’s true I have wasted...[Read Full Post] Fri, 01 Dec 2006 06:41:39 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/472331 SHALL I ?—a sonnet Shall I yet live to see tomorrow’s dawn? Or,shall this sunset truly be my last? Shall I be remembered with love or scorn? Or, shall I be in oblivion cast? Shall my friends of today become my foes? Or, shall my foes be converted to friends? Shall my admirers shower on me blows? Shall my detractors obey my er...[Read Full Post] Sun, 12 Nov 2006 00:38:38 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/468190 BLESS ME, LORD [Late life thoughts of years wasted; yearning for God's bliss] What is the purpose of life? I don’t know, yet I live. When you do call me,O Lord, I hope you, me, forgive. I lived a loose unplanned life, For none in world I cared. I pursued pleasure and to Temptation, myself, bared. I feel I wasted my life....[Read Full Post] Fri, 10 Nov 2006 23:25:20 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/467968 HOLY SPAGHETTI MONSTER Holy Spaghetti Monster, The real creator, Rules the world, yet he is not Bad as a dictator. It was in two thousand five That Bobby Henderson, A physicist by training, Drew to you attention. Holy Spaghetti Monster You are the ultimate. If you wish, you can alter A man’s or woman’s fate. Your tene...[Read Full Post] Sun, 11 Feb 2007 02:54:50 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/466706 A BOUNTY OF APPRECIATION At Thanksgiving, I offer My appreciation, True and bountiful, O Lord, From my humble station. God I am grateful You have Given me all I need. I have nothing more to ask, Yet one thing do I plead. I pray I may have bounty Of appreciation, For all that I have received From this my great nation. Let me app...[Read Full Post] Wed, 13 Dec 2006 21:47:01 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/466235 BUT ONE DAY I TOO SHALL BE GONE Today whole world I want to own, But one day I too shall be gone. Why should I try to possess all? I may soon get my final call. About that call why should I moan? When one day I too shall be gone? There’s no harm in amassing wealth, If it is through work, not through stealth. I ought to be chari...[Read Full Post] Sat, 11 Nov 2006 02:54:09 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/466220 INSCRIPTION ON A TOMB Move ahead, don’t mourn for me. For me, don’t shed a tear. Let me lie in peace at last, Without a doubt or fear. Move ahead, don’t waste for me More than just a moment. In that moment I would tell You never to repent. ‘Move ahead’ is the advice, I give to all who care. Life is shor...[Read Full Post] Wed, 18 Oct 2006 13:03:24 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/462659 JULUCA: a sonnet For months have I been out on my errand, With my faithful horse as my company. And now at mountain cliff alone I stand, And Lo! I see there something quite funny. As I look DOWN the clouds and heavy mist, I see a rainbow in its full colours. I’m thrilled, surprised at nature’s wonder twist, Though rainbows I...[Read Full Post] Mon, 09 Oct 2006 23:31:38 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/460332 FALTERING SOUL Mine is a faltering soul, It's neither here nor there. I don’t know it’s doomed or saved, Nor, it is destined where. I have been living this life Almost as laissez faire. I committed no sins, for Worship I had no flair. I lived from morn to sunset As if there is no God. To seek Him in the church I Ne...[Read Full Post] Thu, 19 Oct 2006 04:36:12 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/459923 MONSTERS: a sonnet Calm down, O monsters of my memories. I can’t endure your jabbing any more. Calm down and let my mind be at some ease. You’ve tortured me enough, of that I’m sure. You are the mirror of all that I did, Or what the others have done unto me. The past is past and now I do forbid You to play these g...[Read Full Post] Fri, 27 Oct 2006 12:41:55 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/458923 WHAT IS YOUTH? What is youth? Youth is a force That knows no direction. It goes after its heart and Rejects contradiction. What is youth? Youth is a leaf Plucked off the parent stem. It knows not whither to go. It has no stratagem. What is youth? Youth is a farce, A show of a dandy: Jeans and tattoos, hippy hair, Chewing gum and ca...[Read Full Post] Wed, 27 Sep 2006 07:34:24 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/457566 IF I MUST GO If I must go then how shall I? I don’t know but I hope, My end may come in any way, But never through a rope. I don’t want to hang on gallows, Publicly to be jeered. Nor do I wish to hang myself, And let my name be smeared. I don’t mind dying of old age, Or, maybe, of tumour. I don’t mind if of pois...[Read Full Post] Mon, 23 Oct 2006 01:40:55 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/456111