Life goes round in circles. Its wheel moves round in circles. What goes a-round Comes back around; What proceeds forth Returns back; What goes down Sprouts up; What goes inwards Reflects outwards; What begins Undoubtedly ends; But what lives Never dies, Because life goes round in circles. Life begins only, But never ends, It starts, and starts, and starts again.... Always moving in circles.
This poem was written by Julius Chingono. It is a great poem, which talks about the undying love of a mother for her child. It is for all mothers.HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY.
I thank thee mother
Your back I wet
when I leaked
like a broken gourd,
your breast I sought
like a blind bat,
on your back
I swung like a little vagabond,
but you said
"It's my vagabond."
I wrote this poem at a time when I was trying to contemplate why we are put on this earth with certain people. I realised that the people in this world, no matter where they are or who they are, are inextricably connected to our own lives. Consider how the decision of someone in America or Africa or anywhere in the world determines the flow of your life, and ultimately the fate of the world. So I compare life and the world to a piece of fabric, where a varied number of individual threads fitted together according to a pattern form unique wholeness, so that the absence of any single thread mars the perfect beauty of the fabric itself (every thread that makes up the fabric). I hope you enjoy it.
Each being is a thread, a fibre Joined to another, and another, and another Forming an interconnection of lives Each independent from the other But very much dependent on each other.
Each thread an individual on its own But still connected to another in the fabric of life Such that the destruction of one Destroys another, and another, and another Until the beauty of the fabric of life is distorted and marred.
Each thread is inextricably connected to the other So that the actions of one Ripples through the fabric of life. Into this fabric is woven Intricate patterns which stay true Never changing, never altering.
Life's fabric is not perfect But it's beautiful Worth donning.
I wrote this to mirror the feeling people get when they lose a loved one(a female loved one). The feeling of loneliness and longing for the past good moments which will not be experienced again, the moments of wonder and shear joy. I hope you'll like it.
It's like winter, When the nights are so cold. It's like harmattan, When there is no beauty, but just.......dryness and emptiness. It's like a rainy day, When the spirit is damp and the soul is awash in despair. It's like a hailstorm, When the soul is battered by threescore and a dozen conflicting emotions. It's like a sunless garden........when she is gone. There ain't no sunshine when she is away.
When she is gone. When she is away. A million miles away. Many mountains and seas away. It feels like torment, like hell, burning and raging like the blue of a flaming inferno. It tastes like a beautiful recipe of life, Missing an essential ingredient. It sounds like the well struck and strung, chorded and keyed music of the universe's orchestra, Lacking a voice as priceless and pure and perfect as her person. It feels like a vision, Bereft of lustre and colour, and brightness as beautiful as the sun repairing to it's home in the horizon beyond. It's like a sunless garden........when she is gone. There just ain't no sunshine when she is away.
When she is gone. Gone.............. Gone.............. Gone with the wind; Gone with the sparkle of the stars- Floating in the silvery blue sea of the sky; With the beauty of spring; With the smile of the sun. It's like a sunless garden.........when she is gone. There ain't no sunshine when she is away.
This piece of writing is about the fact that a prayer, no matter how short or uninteresting, is always heard by God in heaven, provided it comes from the heart. God is always listening when we say a prayer.
This is a common scriptural text used by most to pray. I just decided to write it because it came to me as one of the most touching and thought-provoking piece of writing in the Bible. Just read it as you would any poem, and you would see what I mean.
The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: For thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou prepareth a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me All the days of my life: And I will dwell in the house of the LORD Forever.
No matter what anybody will say to you, you are blessed. The Lord is your shepherd. That should tell you something. Jesus is the Good Shepherd. His flock never hunger nor thirst, nor want. The Lord is your shepherd. - Andy
This poem was originally written by Langston Hughes. He wrote it in typical black-American, uneducated lingo. I just changed the grammar, that's all. I hope you'll enjoy it.
Well, son, I'll tell you: Life for me hasn't been no crystal stair. It's had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards turned up, And places with no carpet on the floor- Bare. But all the time, I have been a-climbing on, And reaching landings, And turning corners, And sometimes going in the dark. So boy, don't you turn back. Don't you sit down on your steps Because you find it kind of hard. Don't you fall now- For I am still going, honey, I am still climbing, And life for me hasn't been no crystal stair.
People of mediocre ability sometimes achieve outstanding success because they don't know when to quit. Most men succeed because they are determined to. - George E. Allen
I don't think there is any other quality so essential to success of any kind as the quality of perseverance. It overcomes almost everything, even nature. - John D. Rockefeller
Success seems to be connected with action. Successful men keep moving. They make mistakes, but they don't quit. -Conrad Hilton
The horizon is out there somewhere, and you just keep chasing it, looking for it, and working for it. - Bob Dole
He who does not tire, tires adversity. - Anonymous
Pay as little attention to discouragement as possible. Plough ahead as a steamer does, rough or smooth- rain or shine.To carry your cargo and make your port is the point. - Maltbie D. B.
Great works are performed, not by strength, but by perseverance. - Dr. Samuel Johnson
