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Poem - What is Our Life About?

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By Ezra Bayda

Our aspirations, our calling, our desire for a genuine life,
is to see the truth of who we really are—
that the nature of our Being is connectedness and love,
not the illusion of a separate self to which our suffering clings.
It is from this awareness that Life can flow through us;
the Unconditioned manifesting freely as our conditioned body.

And what is the path?
To learn to reside in whatever life presents.
To learn to attend to all those things
that block the flow of a more open life;
and to see them as the very path of awakening—
all the of the constructs, the identities,
the holding back, the protections,
all of the fears, the self-judgments, the blame—
all that separates us from letting Life be.

And what is the path?
To turn away from constantly seeking comfort
and trying to avoid pain.
To open to the willingness to just be,
in this very moment,
exactly as it is.
No longer ready to be caught
in the relentlessly spinning mind.
Practice is about awakening to the true Self;
no one special to be, nowhere to go.
Residing in the Heart, just Being.

We are so much more than just this body
just this personal drama.
As we cling to our fear,
and our shame, and our suffering,
we forsake the gratitude of living from our natural Being.

So where, in this very moment, do we cling to our views?

Softening around the mind’s incessant judgment,
we can awaken the heart that seeks to be awakened.

And when the veil of separation rises,
Life simply unfolds as it will.
No longer caught in the self-centered dream,
we can give ourselves to others,
like a white bird in the snow.

Time is fleeting.
Don’t hold back.
Appreciate this precious life.

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What is Life?

By John Clare.

And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run,
A mist retreating from the morning sun,
A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream.
Its length? A minute's pause, a moment's thought.
And Happiness? A bubble on the stream,
That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought.

And what is Hope? The puffing gale of morn,
That of its charms divests the dewy lawn,
And robs each flow'ret of its gem -and dies;
A cobweb, hiding disappointment's thorn,
Which stings more keenly through the thin disguise.

And what is Death? Is still the cause unfound?
That dark mysterious name of horrid sound?
A long and lingering sleep the weary crave.
And Peace? Where can its happiness abound?
Nowhere at all, save heaven and the grave.

Then what is Life? When stripped of its disguise,
A thing to be desired it cannot be;
Since everything that meets our foolish eyes
Gives proof sufficient of its vanity.
'Tis but a trial all must undergo,
To teach unthankful mortals how to prize
That happiness vain man's denied to know,
Until he's called to claim it in the skies.
 

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Poems on Life

When we reach a certain age where we find ourselves looking back at all the tears, all the laughter, and all the joy, we also discover that those memories are what keeps us holding on.

A Book Of Memories

This poem by Kathleen Sheppard

Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I would like to share.

My hopes,
my dreams,
old photographs,
of good times and bad times that make me laugh.

The joy of a hug,
the thrill of a kiss,
leaves me to remember the pure, simple bliss.

I cry for the fun,
and giggle for the pain,
I enjoyed the good life I was able to maintain.

The thoughts and wishes,
they all stay with me,
all of these contained in my book of memories.
 

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Re: Poems on Life

When such tragic events occur such as the recent terroristic attack with such an incredible and unexpected loss of life, we are reminded to be thankful for every minute we have and for the blessings that have been bestowed on us.

This poem by Michael Mack

Tomorrow

Tomorrow smile at someone
That you've never seen before.
Take time to think of others that
You feel compassion for.

Tomorrow tell somebody
How they brighten up your day.
Let random acts of kindness
Put your feelings on display.

Tomorrow hug your children
Somewhat tighter than before.
Be sure to think of all the things
You can be thankful for.

Pat your dog a little longer.
Hug and kiss your husband/wife.
Thank your God for granting you
Another day of life.
 

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W. H. Davies

Leisure

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
 

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Re: Sex Poem :smile:

Behind Closed Doors

Black lace hugs my vanilla flavored skin
Scarlet lips ready to sin
Ass begging to sting
Tight little pussy ready to expand
Blind folded and tied
Waiting for his commands

Resonating in my ears is the porn
Playing on the 42" screen
He begins to stroke himself
Trembling like a feene
At the sight of me strapped to the bed
Pussy waiting to be fed

I wonder if he's aware
That he brings me back to life
Freeing me from boredom
And my usual empty stare

The touch of his hands
Transform and renews me
The stroke of his cock
Erases this painful scripted me
And behind closed doors
The minutiae of life is gone

I kiss him with passion
Implicitly I trust
I indulge in the freedom
Of ruthlessly fucking the one I love
 

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My Special Hero

by Christine McClimans

When I was a baby
You would hold me in your arms
I felt the love and tenderness
Keeping me safe from harm.

I would look up into your eyes
And all the love I would see
How did I get so lucky
You were the dad chosen for me.

There is something special
About a Father's love
Seems it was sent to me
From someplace up above.

Our love is everlasting
I just wanted you to know
That you are my special hero
And wanted to tell you so.
 

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A truly sad poem about the rape of a 16 year old who now has no reason to live. A few years ago, this happened to my friend and I wanted people to know about the disgusting ways of rapists.

This poem by Alotta

Lost Wanderer


Here I stand,
alone and afraid;
feeling filthy and unwanted.

he took my soul;
my virginity;
my life;
my hopes;
my dreams.

I am nothing now.
nothing but a lost wanderer.
wandering this cruel world
thinking why he did what he did, to me.

I didn't deserve this punishment.
didn't deserve it at all.
but when he grabbed me and began ripping my dignity away bit by bit,
the fear arose within me.

he touched me over and over.
told me I would soon die.
told me I was a "whore".
but why?

in a way, I did die.
in a way, I am still here.

a lost wanderer.
alone and afraid.
 

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This is a poem I wrote when I first was diagnosed with Social Anxiety. It was a way for me to look for hope and keep trying. It's about how I would feel everyday.

This poem by Star711

Power Of Pain

I sat alone another day.
The world was moving all around me,
but it seemed as if my life was in a standstill.
The doctors say its anxiety.
Everyone thinks anxiety means nervousness or fear,
but it is deeper than that.
Anxiety holds you prisoner.
You can't leave your house.

Ding
Dong
Ding
Dong

The doorbell rings but I can't answer.
There is too much fear inside.
You can't answer the phone.

Ring
Ring
Ring

"Telephone for you!" my family yells. I
tell them to say that I will call back, but I won't.
You can't eat.

Chomp
Bite
Chew

No, not me. The anxiety
even controls that. All the pain rushes back up with
every little thing I eat.
You can't go out.

Step
Step
Step

Everyone walking around me, but I can't move, the
apprehension paralyzes me.
Everyone says, "Be brave. You can do it. You'll make it out of this."
But sometimes I wonder if I will.
I try to combat it all, but if I attempt to do anything,
it all starts over again.

Thump
Thump
Thump

My heart beats faster and faster.
I can feel it in my chest.

Beads of sweat
Racing
Falling
Running down my forehead.
All the thoughts swarm in my brain.
The fear picks up.
It is unbearable.
I'm so frightened, but I don't know what of.
The paranoia sweeps over my body like a giant wave.
Every day I have to fight what seems to be a losing battle.
But then . . . I look outside.
I see the colors.
I see the life.
I see spirit.
I know I can do this.

Hope
Pray
Win
 

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Re: Poems on Life

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly; Italian: Il buono, il brutto, il cattivo :biggrin:
You the poet and scholar? Clinty in that spaghetti western was stylo mylo with whilstle theme:p Six shooter and duels
 
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Re: Poems on Life

Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I would like to share.

My hopes,
my dreams,
old photographs,
of good times and bad times that make me laugh.

The joy of a hug,
the thrill of a kiss,
leaves me to remember the pure, simple bliss.

I cry for the fun,
and giggle for the pain,
I enjoyed the good life I was able to maintain.

The thoughts and wishes,
they all stay with me,
all of these contained in my book of memories
 

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Re: Poems on Life

You the poet and scholar? Clinty in that spaghetti western was stylo mylo with whilstle theme:p Six shooter and duels

Yeah man, the trio; Clint Eastwood (the Good), Lee Van Cleef (the Bad) and Eli Wallach (the Ugly) are stylo mylo in this flim made in 1967. I watched it when I was in Sec. Sch.

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....for a few dollars more....hang them high...

enjoyed these spaghetti Westerns


Yeah man, the trio; Clint Eastwood (the Good), Lee Van Cleef (the Bad) and Eli Wallach (the Ugly) are stylo mylo in this flim made in 1967. I watched it when I was in Sec. Sch.

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Erotic Poems to share

Deflowered

Silk for skin
Milk for color
Ravens for hair
Undiscovered
Emeralds for eyes
Strawberry lips
Porcelin thighs
Narrowing hips
Legs like highways
Rolling for days
Breasts to grant
all of my wishes
Nipples like pink hersheys kisses
Wet mouth
Bilingual tongue
A moment of splendor
Had finally come
Slowly disrobing
Softly my mouth
Completely controling
I headed down south
I spoke in slight whispers
calming her nerves
Poetic advances
With beautiful words
Laid out on the bed
What a glorious spread
By the time I could taste her
She was soaking and wet
Rattlesnake tongue
Her hips began writhing
Deeply her moans
Inviting, exciting,
Lightning, delighting
Moans became gasps
Brave new world
Palms on her ass
Educating the girl
My tongue twisting circles
and deep driven swirls
Swollen I was just as she'd
never been
Orgasmic explosions
again and again
Educating fellatio
Cunillingus Author
Euphoric Utopia
The time came to pop her
Hard flesh of mine
Without another word said
Creating a friction
I smoothed in the head
A fraction of time
A pause in her breathing
Her eyes met mine
Her defenses depleeting
A gentle push through the wall
A small bit of bleeding
The pleasure seeped in
Her resistance defeating
Long even thrusts
Metranone stride
I awakened the Jungle cat
Sleeping inside
Deep in her eyes
I watched her innoscence die
Emerging a woman
of power and grace
It was so long ago
its hard to remember her face
Though in my memory somewhere
I still have her taste
 
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