Quotes about revive, page 9
The Poem At The End Of A Too- Errand Filled Day
THE POEM AT THE END OF A TOO ERRAND- FILLED DAY
The poem at the end of a too errand- filled day
Is a poem of incompleteness.
I might have done more today
I might have found a way to ‘truly write’
I might have reached that feeling
That I am in the true thing.
Tired and errand- troubled
Even afternoon sleep could not revive me.
I write this now
As the last effort
Before the Candles are lit
To enter Shabbat
As if I have earned
The rest
we are about to be blessed with.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Ah those melodies of love
Ah those melodies of love
How they are alike
With stories of love
How sweet they are
Even when they hurt
Though always have an end
They keep living there
Somehow, somewhere
Deeper so deeper of hearts
To remain and sigh
Every while and while
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poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Just A Bit Of Light Is Enough
A bit of light will be enough
To reach again for my lost delights
With a bit of light may I can revive to get back my broken wings
With bit of light I will try
May I can fly
With bit of light may I can once again touch far skies
A bit of light may gives me the courage to scream
May I can freely cry even smile or fall
In love
Just a bit of light will be enough
To gather one more time again to put together my broken spirit
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poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting
Worthy art Thou, O Lord, of praise,
But ah! It's not in me.
My sinking heart I pray Thee raise
So shall I give it Thee.
My life as spider's webb's cut off,
Thus fainting have I said,
And living man no more shall see
But be in silence laid.
My feeble spirit Thou didst revive,
My doubting Thou didst chide,
And though as dead mad'st me alive,
I here a while might 'bide.
Why should I live but to Thy praise?
My life is hid with Thee.
O Lord, no longer be my days
Than I may fruitful be.
poem by Anne Bradstreet
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Psalm 71
In you O lord I put my trust
When you put me to the test
You took me from my mother's womb
You are my Rock and strong fortress
My praise shall ever be of you
You've upheld me since my youth
My mouth is filled with your glorious praise
I gird up my loins with truth
When I am weak uphold me Lord
Some say I've been forsaken
O God do not be far from me
Arise my God, awaken!
O God who is like unto you?
May I praise you and never complain
Raise me up from my despair
O Lord, revive me again
poem by Frank McEleny
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Zest and Zeal!
Life always needs something that is special
The natural fun factor of Life; Zest and Zeal
Lookout for the stupidest reasons to smirk
Moments of fun after times of busy work
Every Day there must be a time to Smile
Anytime is the time, for you to Smile!
Smile makes you revive and thrive
Zest and Zeal are essential to survive
Food, Work and Fun are Good for longer life
A couple is certainly a husband and a wife!
When you smile, you feel a little better
Bread always tastes better with butter! :)
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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Suttee
LAMP of my life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
Naught shall revive thy vanished spark . . .
Love, must I dwell in the living dark?
Tree of my life, Death's cruel foot
Hath crushed thee down to thy hidden root;
Nought shall restore thy glory fled . . .
Shall the blossom live when the tree is dead?
Life of my life, Death's bitter sword
Hath severed us like a broken word,
Rent us in twain who are but one . .
Shall the flesh survive when the soul is gone?
poem by Sarojini Naidu
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The Last Dance With Past
Destroyed and alone i walk to you my past
With opened arms i run to you my past
I knock the doors of distances
There behind them painful memories lies
May can i catch the last chance
To hug the memories of the past
And make with them my last dance
For the last time to try
To arouse the misty pity
And the constancy of the past
To revive the inscrutable pain of the past
May for last time i can remove that insensible gauzy veil
That lies there like an insect between and around
the misty pity of the past
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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When the love is all around
The days are bright
No matter morn or night
Everywhere is shining light
Dreams of heaven came out
Everything is perfect
When the love is around
The angels upon With their white crowns
Are singing prayers upon
In their crystal veil covered ponds
The birds are blue
With the sky they flew
The sky is raining love
Is that true?
My soul wants to fly
Like the birds on the sky
When the blue peace wears the sky
To revive and sigh on the pities of lie
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poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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The Death Of Lovers
We will have beds filled with light scent, and
couches deep as a tomb,
and strange flowers in the room,
blooming for us under skies so pleasant.
Vying to exhaust their last fires
our hearts will be two vast flares,
reflecting their double glares
in our two spirits, twin mirrors.
One evening of mystic blue and rose
we’ll exchange a single brief glow
like a long sob, heavy with goodbye,
and later, opening the doors, the angel who came
faithful and joyful, will revive
the lustreless mirrors, and the lifeless flame.
poem by Charles Baudelaire
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