Quotes about paddy, page 12
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A donkey with stacks on its back
Takes what joy in his traipse on roads flinty
Be they sand bags or sandal planks
Earns those same hayricks, as ultimate fees
For a menial, crushing clods
What Sunshine in life, his moil can dawn
In paddy fields or for precious lodes
Rakes the same rewards of few steel coins
Mind you! The meaning of these alms
Tossed by mean masters at their thralls’ grovel
“Alive they come for one more Diem
To fill rosters at the chime of the bell”
With ample breath to toil and shrivel
But not enough to question and rebel
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Goodbye Lovely
my words get lost in the air
you don't answer or don't care
again not a word to me today
what is it that you don't wanne say
only when u need me u call me
is this how it's suppose to be
i can't believe that it's true
i feel nothing but love for you
no matter how bad u treat me
you are the only one i want to see
i dream about holding you close
but now my heart did froze
i just didn't see that you and me
were just not ever meant to be
i will hold you forever in my heart
but from now we will be apart
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poem by Paddy Jansen
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My Mind
there is so much i want to say
but my mind gets in the way
i want to tell u how much i care
but my mind won't let me share
beeing with you seems like a dream
but my mind gets in between
beside you is where i want to be
but again my mind wont let me
i want to hold you trough the night
but my mind fights with all it's might
i want our love to be forever
but my mind is mean and clever
and prevents me from what i want to say
by taking my true and only voice away
therefore i will never be able to say
what i truly wanted to say on this day
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poem by Paddy Jansen
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Sonnet: Vie Not With Others
So light is the wood of the willow-tree,
Yet, strong enough for cricket-bats to make;
So hard is the wood of the ebony,
Which heavy trunks of elephants dare take.
The bamboo-shoot, a musical reed makes,
And when ’tis green, elephants eat like cakes;
The paddy-straw is fit for just the cow;
The tallest grass to wind must always bow.
Each flower, frond, plant, tree, creatures on earth,
Has a role to play, predestined from birth;
One need not try to copy the other;
One can do just what one is meant for, brother.
There is nothing to vie with the next man;
Each one must do just whatever he can.
poem by John Celes
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Endless walk part 2
while my body continues to move forward
the rain gets harder and the wind stronger
my thoughts are tormenting me i try to stay focused
ahead of me i see a dark light i'm terrified
because i know who is holding the light
i try to fight my body that keeps moving forward
why won't it listen to me, why won't it stop walking
i look around and see what's seems to be a door
it's open i reach for it will all my might but my arms don't move
while i'm slowly passing the door i break inside
i stop to fight my body that already not seems to be mine
i hear the door closing and prepare myself
for when i reach the one holding the dark light
poem by Paddy Jansen
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God's Humor
lying on the ground
only hearing the sound
of my beating heart
with flesh ripped apart
screaming out in pain
sounds get muffled by the rain
veins can be seen
a knife stabbed in ur spleen
blood dripping on the floor
i don't wanne live no more
take my soul away
u start to pray
to the sun, rain or air
or to one that doesn't care
with all thats done to you
u get picked up for round two
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poem by Paddy Jansen
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The Tropics
LOVE we the warmth and light of tropic lands,
The strange bright fruit, the feathery fanspread leaves,
The glowing mornings and the mellow eves,
The strange shells scattered on the golden sands,
The curious handiwork of Eastern hands,
The little carts ambled by humpbacked beeves,
The narrow outrigged native boat which cleaves,
Unscathed, the surf outside the coral strands.
Love we the blaze of color, the rich red
Of broad tiled-roof and turban, the bright green
Of plantain-frond and paddy-field, nor dread
The fierceness of the noon. The sky serene,
The chill-less air, quaint sights, and tropic trees,
Seem like a dream fulfilled of lotus-ease.
poem by Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen
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Faded Rose
i promised never more would i let someone close
you crossed my path and we shared a fragile rose
i still can't believe how it could be
in the end it was you and not me
now you're sending messages my way
thoughts of you spin in my head the whole day
you wanne help me and stop the bleeding
i can't trust you i'm sorry your to misleading
you say i should not add to your mistake
is it my heart again you want to break
how can you be afraid and hope it's not to late
did u forgot how you were my soulmate
that fragile rose we shared has faded
now you hate the darkness you created
what is it that you want me to say
already said expect nothing from me okey!
poem by Paddy Jansen
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Autumn Vavroovahana Patra
Autumn reigns on Earth;
In all creatures plays waves of mirth.
Chilly breeze blows on Earth;
People enjoy the beauty with mirth.
Green paddy plants smile in the lap of Nature;
Goddess operates the lives of all creatures.
Is the Deity of all Deities;
Is our Almighty.
Creatures surrender on mother’s feet;
She is our lives savior, delight.
Provides duty;
Chanting hymns we live with gaiety.
Beauteous looks Autumn firmament.
In all creatures plays waves of merriment;
Silvery cloudy play in the sky;
In poet’s mind plays gay.
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poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Welcome home!
As soon as I walked in, Kilmartin called out,
'Welcome home, brave Ulysses, from the strife! '
Now I was glad to be back in the neighborhood,
you can count on that, and the red-faced Kilmartin
with his exuberant Irish greeting, set my heart at ease.
All the lads who had dodged the draft and avoided combat
were sitting on stools at the mahogany bar in Kilmartin's
Kennel Club, waiting patiently for a live one to buy drinks.
Three years in the Far East had changed me, and fighting
in paddy fields had awakened me to what the world had
in store for a dumb mick from the south side of Chicago!
Sink or swim, lad, I thought as I scanned the crowd.
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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