Quotes about lessen, page 7
Understanding the Animals
the stomach is an animal
it can be the best of pets
if you can talk to it, get it
to listen and understand you
you can talk to your stomach
to lessen the flood of gastric juices
yon can calm it down by
chanting to it a mantra of peace
and when you have mastered
the art to handle your stomach
transfer that knowledge to any animal
it soon will also nod to you at your every word
understanding your belly s key to understand an animal
talk to it like you talk to the belly
the common bond between all animals
you either live to go into one or live to feed one
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Moon Crazed
Oh, Oh! The full moon is almost full bloom.
I know what that means. Get the straitjacket.
Tie me down; lock me in a padded room.
They say I make a helluva racket.
I don't grow copious hair or large fangs.
Wish I did. This way a stake or bullet
Would end my monthly lunatic harangues.
Either suggestion hasn't been tried yet.
It's god awful, controlled by the damn moon.
I become a different kind of person-
Jekyll in the morn, Hyde by afternoon.
You'd think over time that it would lessen
A bit. Yea, right! I'd have a better chance
Of seeing god perform a song and dance.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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A Style Of Loving
Light now restricts itself
To the top half of trees;
The angled sun
Slants honey-coloured rays
That lessen to the ground
As we bike through
The corridor of Palm Drive
We two
Have reached a safety the years
Can claim to have created:
Unconsumated, therefore
Unjaded, unsated.
Picnic, movie, ice-cream;
Talk; to clear my head
Hot buttered rum - coffee for you;
And so not to bed
And so we have set the question
Aside, gently.
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poem by Vikram Seth
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Sonnet: Aligning With God
Let every suff’ring make me better Lord,
Let every problem closer to Thee bring;
Let every tussle keep to Thine accord;
Let every struggle make me love Thee, sing!
Let every strife, more purify my mind;
Let every passion give my heart relief;
Let every anguish, peace of mind sure find;
Let every labor lessen my heart’s grief.
Let every hurdle encourage my aim;
Let every hardship make my body strong;
Let every defeat add succor, not blame;
Let every challenge teach to avoid wrong.
Let every failure make me to Thee pray!
Let every success happen in thine way.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Poetry Betters Men And The World
I want to make the world a better place,
To live; All-men to think aright and fill
Their hearts with joy; each one to have a face
With smiles and body, mind that are not ill.
I want to contribute my mite in ways,
I can and mitigate the sufferings
Of men; so that they see far better days
And live a life that’s fit for all Earthlings.
I know that Poets cannot save the World;
But they can surely show the road aright,
That leads them to the Almighty, One Lord,
Who is the Way and Truth and Guiding-Light.
As man alone can wonder, imagine,
Then, Poetry will help men lessen sin.
poem by John Celes
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To Mrs. J.S. Blackie
Dear Friend, once, in a dream, I, looking o'er
The Past, saw the Four Seasons slow advance
Dancing, and, dancing, each her cognizance
So gave and took that neither dancer bore
Her sign, but in another's symbol wore
An amulet to lessen or enhance
Herself: till as they fast and faster dance
I see a dance and lose the dancing four.
Thus thy dear Poet, at his sportive will,
Commingling every seasonable mood
Of old and young, and the peculiar ill
Of each still healing with the other's good,
Bends to a circle life's proverbial span
Where childhood, youth, and age are unity in man.
poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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Deep down...
Drowned deep in the bluest ocean
Can't breathe ah find nothing to hold on
Darkest feelings here with no expression
Bloody moon ah plays with the sadist sun
I know nothing here to wait for lady in the oldest house to dig on dirty eyes in shadow or the eclipse laughs mourns the air and all I hear with no witness to lessen the burden to take a share ah bluest ocean
Deep in your lips
Down in your hips
Lost I am lost am I
Don't laugh I don't dare to cry
Don't move lady don't fly
I know nothing here
Lady nothing to show
But dreaming in your eyes
Ah
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poem by Misbah Uddin
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Sonnet: My Wait is Almost Over
A little breeze to blow, I long await,
With summer show’rs of rain to lessen heat;
For God to open yet another gate:
For patience still to pull off my great feat.
For silver lining in the clouds, I wait;
For clouds that hide both sun and moon- to move;
Some writing on the wall to change my fate;
To feel the magic of my Maker’s love.
A ray of light in darkness, I await;
A bit to hope in despair, incessant;
A better weather in my life till date;
My dreams to become true, I badly want.
My world is changing for my good, of late,
And things come round: I know not still the date.
9-17-2002
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: You Know What’s Best and When
A Doctor second, lady you are first!
You ought to choose priorities in Life;
‘Can wait! ’ your knowledge and fiscal thirst;
Her husband, children are wealth to a wife.
So, women must become a mother soon!
And sacrifice a lot of things in life;
The mother’s place at home is sure a boon;
The working mother helps to lessen strife.
Your family is more important, oh doc!
The job is second to a woman then;
What use are key and latch without a lock?
Which home can happy be without children?
So, plan whatever things you must first do!
The joy of children will not wait for you.
8-5-2002
poem by John Celes
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Into Something New
he prepares into something.
it is new, the way to throw possibly all things,
those old polo shirts
unused shoes, so many back packs,
lessen the load, and
possible empty the house
and then what you see are only floors
and walls and
then you start removing those walls
and floors and
for the last time you go down the
stairs and
with the use of an ax you break
each step
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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