I bargained with life for a penny, And life would pay no more, However I begged at evening When I counted my scanty store; For life is a just employer, He gives you what you ask, But once you have set

Of all the things you can do, Promise yourself you will try. If doesn't even matter if you win, As long as you apply. No one can ask of anything, Of you, except yourself. If you don't want to make a move,

A drop of water, said the poet, Make it cold and it will freeze to solid Then add some heat or warmth to it And it immediately becomes fluid The solid icy phase is static, cannot move Just like a bitter

Art as we know it helps in many ways. It helps people express themselves in different ways and it also helps the people who view the work of art appreciate and understand beauty. Let us all help and spread

The smell of the sea was more precious, more lovely than that of a rose in spring The sounds of the waves, real music Mozart, Bach, never heard such a thing. Turquoise blue and green and white surf caressing

Get ready Get ready for beauty Get ready, Man Get ready, M'am Get ready boys and girls Beauty is in the sky Beauty on the water, under the water On the ground, in the ground, under it In your soul, in

Whenever I think I know myself Something happens that makes me doubt I do know a bit about myself I set out my own principles Principles I love, I want to live by But then so often I fail Why do I fail?

Who is guaranteeing salvation for some And wilfully misleading others Is it our most gracious and most forgiving Creator Or the ego of our preachers? Who is promising heaven for followers of the same And

I live my life on a wire Set ablaze by my fire I've tried to acquire my desires But what I get...imaginations expired Back on my wire Fighting as they conspire I ire but dare not aspire They inspired...

THIS IS A SHORT POEM I WROTE TO EXPRESS HOW I FEEL Haven't really given it much thought,  Really haven't been able to figure out my voice in it,  I guess it doesn't have to be for me,  It

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