Quotes about useful, page 3
Useful Life
A useful life begins at the home of life,
In the deeds of men are soldiers who learn;
To learn is godly, much too much,
Searing heat has been launched on us.
Homes sing so merrily due to pleasure,
And travelling from the country of worth
Enjoys itself and all its memories.
Gloom and sorrow are the special qualities
Too many in number, there are too many!
Life begins at home as if charity,
The length of coping is required.
More than this time there stands a riddle
So engaging and cruel that we are not useful.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sonnet: Why God Gave Special Senses?
God gave me eyes to see his wondrous work
Of creation that none can ev’r surpass;
God gave me hands to do good things, not shirk,
And help the downtrodden and poorer class.
God gave me ears to hear what Nature says,
Through birds that sing in pleasant notes and songs;
And spend in useful ways, my earthly days,
Listening to good advice, avoiding wrongs.
God gave me skin to feel sun’s warmth/wind’s breeze,
And live a useful life in many climes;
God gave me tongue to taste/ swallow with ease,
Enjoying food that Nature gives all times.
God gave me all these things not to misuse,
But glorify Him by optimum use.
poem by John Celes
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Reality of life...
All those minding the attitude of multitude,
Aren't dragged into the den of solitude,
All those who are at the den of solitude,
Aren't minding the attitude of multitude,
All those who learn to read the mind of people,
Aren't energized to be useful,
All those who are energized to be useful,
Aren't reading the mind of the people,
All those who succeed are not intelligent,
All those who are intelligent are not successful,
All flowers that bloomed will not become seeds,
All those seeds not produce flowers indeed,
All those who succeed in life are not intelligent,
All those who are intelligent are not successful, .
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-48
Golden Trumpet Vine(Allamanda Vine
Allamanda cathartica)
Bush Allamanda(Oleander-Leaved Allamanda
Allamanda neriifolia)
All that ye possess is just simplicity
Simply the yellow bright like sun light
Lighting around to show cluttered leaves
Leaving ye upon just a rubbish atrocity
'Atrocious', ye try to trumpet to all
All but don't hear your toungless voice
Voicing with hidden stamens somewhere ajar
Ajar in rustling dried leaves of yours
Yours albeit a scentless beauty, lot useful
Useful curative cleansing body and mind
Minding when all jasmines fail to bloom
Blooming Lord asks for golden Allamanda
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poem by Indira Renganathan
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Who Discovered The Mirror?
Who discovered the mirror?
We don't, at all, remember.
To show our faces beautiful,
How much it's really useful?
Above the wash basin
The glittering teeth clean
We see first every morn,
Before the day starts on.
The curly hair to comb,
The mustache to trim,
The oily face to foam,
How it helps at home?
Is there any beauty parlor,
Or a fancy dress store,
Or a modern shop tailor,
With no full size mirror?
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poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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When you will tame me
You want to tame me
This wild beast
In the jungle
Intractable
Do you say
You want to soften me
To harness me
To control me
To make me useful
To cultivate me
As one kind of
A plant or a docile
Kind of an animal?
Domesticated and
Submissive?
Will you make me
Savageless?
Deprived of zest
And spiritless?
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Magic
What was the spell she wove for me?
Life was a common useful thing,
An eligible building site
To hold a house to shelter me.
There were no woodlands whispering;
No unimagined dreams at night
About that house had folded wing,
Disordering my life for me.
I was so safe until she came
With starry secrets in her eyes,
And on her lips the word of power.
- Like to the moon of May she came,
That makes men mad who were born wise -
Within her hand the only flower
Man ever plucked from Paradise;
So to my half-built house she came.
She turned my useful plot of land
Into a garden wild and fair,
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poem by Edith Nesbit
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A touch and go
I buried myself long ago
It was just touch and go
One little useful thought
Complete salvation was sought
I had dreamed about many things
I could do nothing much or attained something
It was as usual complete rout
I have nothing more to talk about
My heart remained almost dry
No one came forward and asked why
No river flow was expected
I accepted the fact and never reacted
I had so much to offer
I remained among and never differed
Yet I got kick backs in return
I had nothing to offer in turn
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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They Should Have Provided
I have almost been reduced to a homeless pauper.
This fatal city, Antioch,
has consumed all my money;
this fatal city with its expensive life.
But I am young and in excellent health.
My command of Greek is superb
(I know all there is about Aristotle, Plato;
orators, poets, you name it.)
I have an idea of military affairs,
and have friends among the mercenary chiefs.
I am on the inside of administration as well.
Last year I spent six months in Alexandria;
I have some knowledge (and this is useful) of affairs there:
intentions of the Malefactor, and villainies, et cetera.
Therefore I believe that I am fully
qualified to serve this country,
my beloved homeland Syria.
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poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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To Have Taken The Trouble
I'm practically broke and homeless.
This fatal city, Antioch,
has devoured all my money:
this fatal city with its extravagant life.
But I'm young and extremely healthy.
Prodigious master of Greek,
I know Aristotle and Plato through and through,
poets, orators, or anyone else you could mention.
I have some idea about military matters
and friends among the senior mercenaries.
I also have a foot in the administrative world;
I spent six months in Alexandria last year:
I know (and this is useful) something about what goes on there-
the scheming of Kakergetis, his dirty deals, and the rest of it.
So I consider myself completely qualified
to serve this country,
my beloved fatherland, Syria.
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poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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