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I must be a Monk

Taking care of the poor weary

Eyes of coal

Squinting for diamonds

ever has been nice

 

With handles of knowledge

imbibe teach

A ghostly angel

Quiet to the bone

 

almost fading

Yet glad to help

 

There is no one here

across encumbered land

 

Wroughtful waste beckons

A slow moving hand

 

A corral of eclipsed wonder

across long shores of the mind

Winds greif agitates

waters calm

 

an illusion stuck in time

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maybe that is my lot in life

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©4 October 2015 - 10:43pm — schmuckjones
18 November 2015 - 4:23am — bishu
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Nice to read..... Mr Jones

A few days back one of my cousin brothers came for a short visit. He said that "why not be a monk.. They get food without asking... " I replied that he should TRY to live in the today instead of thinking of yesterday & tomorrow. I think you must've read the poem by Longfellow which please read again if you so like :::

 

A Psalm of Life

BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
   Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
   And things are not what they seem.

 

Life is real! Life is earnest!
   And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
   Was not spoken of the soul.

 

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
   Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
   Find us farther than to-day.

 

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
   And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
   Funeral marches to the grave.

 

In the world’s broad field of battle,
   In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
   Be a hero in the strife!

 

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
   Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
   Heart within, and God o’erhead!

 

Lives of great men all remind us
   We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
   Footprints on the sands of time;

 

Footprints, that perhaps another,
   Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
   Seeing, shall take heart again.

 

Let us, then, be up and doing,
   With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
   Learn to labor and to wait.
 

©bishu 

 

24 November 2015 - 1:05pm — schmuckjones
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Thank you Respected Bishu

I have not read Longfellow's Psalm of Life.  Thank you for sharing it.  I enjoyed it very much, Longfellows words really resonate with me.  Thanks again for taking time to comment.

22 October 2015 - 1:05pm — deepinyourdreams
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yoyo...

Nice write......"I think life itself is an illusion"

"Deepinyourdreams"

10 October 2015 - 3:00pm — allets
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I Love Your Writing

u rock. Taking a leave of publishing on PP. Will check in on you from time to time. u Smoothing, Bishu, Dove, and Daniel-59. It has been an amazing 3 years and I'm glad you were a part of it. Never stop writing - the poetry world needs great artists ~Stella~

 

 

 

10 October 2015 - 3:07pm — schmuckjones
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Thank you Stella

With great pain comes great artistry, I do believe.  And thank you again for always finding a word.  Take care :)

12 October 2015 - 3:07pm — allets
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U 2

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