Quotes about feat, page 11
Youth Is Splendour
Young bore young when in small age,
Though my time coincided with my life’s battling
And my praiseworthy feat was destroyed.
Young people bitterly reject, utterly in loss
Of the world at large, their bellies ache from slaughtering
The elder lot and sharing food, this may ache.
Yet youth forbade the old, the aged, strict, loving and kind,
Having laughter and so much to despise.
We should be young who are mindful of age,
Let us love oneself as well, just when young hearts describe
Themselves in the deep world.
The youth is splendid, the older periods of life are a consequence
Of splendour.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Desire
Desire intends to merge
With addiction
Crossfire, in between the feat
Body wasting…
Mind jumps into brazen pool
Honey melts, drips in crushes
Soul catching soul
Diaphragm of craving enlarges
Waves of blood, rush incessantly
Desire floods the veins
Longing invades taste
As long as the Sun is alive
I can see the hope, shining so bright
As long as the nights, painted in blue
I can see the twining possible
Dear, dearer dearest
Catch me…
Let me breathe your soiled love
Weighed in heavy drooling lust
Allow me to swim in your ocean of devotion
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A God Filled Humor, Is God Of All.
God filled humor...
For God gave us the ability to think and have a sense of humor.
We breathe...
A feat given to us by God.
And only...Thru his final nod...
For He is God.
Every thing is God like...
Even a toy made by man was actually made by God in a way-a bike.
Every thing is God inspired..
As are we-God like-wired.
For He is God, our God of gods...
For without He, we'd not have our bods.
God is every where and everything...
God even invented the bat's wing and even a swing.
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Sonnet: The Man of Wisdom!
Most labor for immediate good returns;
Some work all life to pull off great a feat;
For benefits and earthly gains, heart yearns;
We always want success to come and greet!
The man of wisdom does not wish for these;
He does his duties all whole-heartedly;
He only wants at mind and heart some peace;
He prays to God all life repeatedly!
All earthly things are transient, worthless;
Our stay on earth prepares our soul for God;
Our needs of life God gives, nevertheless;
This human life’s most precious gift from Lord!
God’s blessings give anyone good awards;
God-willingly anyone gets rewards.
7-2-2006
poem by John Celes
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Man In The Street
I am just a man in the street
Who knows my stock, my stint,
My wait and my thoughts?
I see the world as world naked
The way it exists, manifests and acts
No one wears goggles to conceal his leers
Nor veils to cover his dirty deals
Every good, bad and ugly feat
Is gazzetted by my sharp ommatea
I see them all, in awe, sometimes smiling
Sometimes surprising and often despising
One casual stroll into a crowded road
I collect enough meat to feed
The hungry poet lurking in my heart
Every morning I wake up happy
With handful of boisterous letters
That rear to fly free into the air
To create all around, terrible flutters
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The Rose Mentor
As I look back on my life
And all that I have done.
I remember all the struggles
The battles that I’ve won.
Hope and inspiration
Are destined for a few.
An outstanding individual
Helped me make it thru.
Life with new direction
Is life that starts a new.
A love of growing roses
Your gift to me from you.
This gift that I will treasure
The whole of my life thru.
A life that’s full of roses
Will remind me long of you.
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Sonnet: Our Children Is Our True Wealth
How nice to see one's children win applause?
What joy when children perform truly great?
How lovely seeing them live for a cause!
What thrill to see them get rewards till date.
The joy of parents is really more,
When children win a trophy, shield in race;
When people clap their hands and them adore;
And laughter, smiles adorn their weary face.
Yes, children are the apple of their eyes;
To see them well is parents' only aim;
So, parents slog all life to make them wise;
Their minds are filled with joy when they get fame.
Is there a better wealth than children's feat?
A plant is proud to bear its golden wheat.
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Sonnet: The Man on the Holy Cross
In Calvary, stood long ago a Cross!
That bore a special man called Jesus Christ,
The Son of God who died for us because,
Redeeming sinners forever- His thirst.
Though many had been crucified before,
The Savior’s death was fore-old in scriptures;
Maimed, humiliated, tortured to the core,
He shed His blood, suffered for man’s future.
And Jesus rose from death on the third day!
All on His own for He was Son of God;
All Christians thenceforth shall follow His way,
And men of other faiths too, tho’ from clod.
The Savior’s Resurrection was a feat!
All Satan’s devils could not Him defeat.
9-22-2002
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Sonnet: The Omnipotent God
The wealth of planet earth belongs to those
Who are God’s righteous and beloved creatures;
Ill-gotten wealth of evil people goes
To chosen ones of God, and of Nature’s.
The Master of the universe is rich;
To uplift one is not a feat for Him;
The sin of man is obviously the hitch,
That makes God unfriendly, and man’s life grim.
God can create a calm within a storm;
God can produce a lull in hurricane;
God can protect a corpse from every worm;
God can bring boon out of something that’s bane.
Impossible is not a word for God;
His kindness makes one to escape His rod!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-2-2008
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Sonnet-In Virtues, I'll Be Steadfast
More humanely than they deserve, I treat;
Their weaknesses, I tend to much ignore;
In ways I can, I improve their poor feat;
Ungrateful yet, behave they, all the more.
Their minds I prop, whenever in despair;
I comfort them when sorrow hits their heart;
I protect them and do all things thats fair;
The things they do are clumsy on their part.
Oh, why colleagues behave like this, confounds?
Should I keep them like slaves, under my thumb?
Their attitudes, unfair, my heart much pounds;
Should I turn cruel and keep my skin numb?
The more humane you be, less is respect;
God's punishments come surely, I expect.
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