Random Elegy Poems (75)

Once a Junior School teacher asked her students to bring some potatoes in a plastic bag to school. Each potato will be given a name of the person whom that child hates. Like this, the number of potatoes will be equal to the number of persons they hate. On a decided day, the children brought their potatoes well addressed. Some had two, some had three and some had even five potatoes.The teacher said they have to carry these potatoes with them everywhere they go for a week. As the days passed the children started to complain about the spoiled smell that started coming from these potatoes. Also some students who had many potatoes complained that it was very heavy to carry them all around. The children got rid of this assignment after a week, when it got over.



The teacher asked, "How did you feel in this one week?" The children discussed their problems about the smell and weight. Then the teacher said, "This situation is very similar to what you carry in your heart when you don't like some people. This hatred makes your heart unhealthy and you carry that hatred in your heart everywhere you go. If you can’t bear the smell of spoiled potatoes for a week, imagine the impact on your heart of this hatred that you carry throughout your life…



MORAL:

* Our heart is a beautiful garden that needs a regular cleaning of unwanted weeds.*

Forgive those who have not behaved with you as expected and forget the bad things.

This also makes room available for storing good things



HAVE A LOVELY POTATO-FREE WEEK!!

This Blue Train

tasting the sweet rain tracing down my face...
unitelligible sounds and benign utterances break the silence...
i watch the blue fog slowly move in,
penetrating each and every glance of mine eye...


the blue train slowly passes by ~
soon to chase away the distance between now and then....
acquiring rights of an assumed passenger ~
warming my feet within her cabin's frame,
passing in review before her porters and residents...I ask...

what will they see of me?

who will i let them see?

not me...

not now...

i want to ferry the passageways incognito....
empty and void is how i feel,
still warm to touch,
but too cold to feel...

like this blue train...

like this choking blue smoke...

like the blue cloak of the morning fog.

meloncholy is my mask and mood,

just now...

on this blue train.

gm sexton

He sits at his blank canvas pondering what to paint
Brushes ready he ponders what to paint
will it be a land scape today pondering he thinks
resting his head on his knee he thinks

he looks at the views all around deciding on his view today
a nice water view he desides to do today
boats floating up and down on the water
the calmness of the gentle floating water seagulls flying over head

the gentle sea breeze the coldness of the day
he warms his hands to take away the chill
with brushes in hands,he paints away

his background color white of course
he covers his canvass in no time at all
ready to start he draws his figures he moulds his scene like the paccso he his, gentley sketching his figures come to life boats there
figures there, seagulls of course floating in the air

his talent has no bounds a paccaso he is
now with brushes in hand he slowly lovingly glides his brushes like a work of art painting many colors on his work of art
slowly he builds up his picture brightly lite colors

his picture opens wide to let spectators view inside his work of art
now open to view
now finished and open to view
they come and stir and glare at his art some smile some people laugh
they stare containtly for major detail all looking at his art

with a beaming smile and pride, he joins them and smiles looking at his art

Oh my friend
Ya made me laugh.
Loved the spirit, I never had it by half!
Inspired my spirit
You never bowed to any f*ckwit
Living life wild n free
As many should be
So rest easy old mate,
We had a laugh (or 2) at the wake
RIP Jeff.

THE GENTLE MOTION OF THE RIPLING WAVES
THE BACK AND FORTH OF THE TIDE
THE PEBBLES ON THE SEA SHORE STACKED IN ROWS
THE UNDULATING SAND BENEATH MY FEET

BAREFOOT AM I, WALKING ON THE BEACH
ALONG THE WATERS EDGE
THE GENTLE WATERS ,WASHING, BATHING MY FEET AS I GO BYE
THE COLDNESS OF THE SEA THE HEAT OF THE MID DAY SUN
THE GENTLE BREEZE OF THE SUMMERS DAY

THE PEACEFULLNESS OF THE LONESOME BEACH
THE RUSTLE OF THE LEAVES THE SWAYING BRANCHES
THE BIRDS SINGING IN THE TREES
SEAGULLS OVER HEAD THEIR CALLING SOUNDS TO ONE AND ALL

AT PEACE AM I AS I STROLL ALONG THE BEACH
THE PASSING SHIPS SAILING AS THEY GO BYE
AS I GAZE INTO THE DISTANCE NO ONE TO BE SEEN ALONE AM I ON THIS DESERTED BEACH

Into the abyss
One ventures in time
From birth to
Heaven

One dwells in time
As we age
Changes we not notice
for we change

With a blink of an eye
from childs knowledge
We gain matter and thought
are knowledge expands we gain

Are mind active are
are bodies decay
Inside we dwell keeping the world outside
We protect are selfs

As we grow old
We look in mirrors at are souls
For death is near
The reppers bell tolls

As we age we grow old

IS IT THE UNIFORM THAT TURNS WOMAN ON
OR THE SOUL THE BODY OF THE MAN BENEATH
IS IT THE SMILE OF HIS PEARLY WHITE TEETH
THAT TURNS A WOMAN ON

IS IT THE WARRIOR OF THE MAN IN UNIFORM
THE ROUGH THE TOUGH BODY THAT TURNS A WOMAN ON
OR HIS CHARMS, IS IT THE SEDUCTIVE CHARMS HIS GENTLE PERSONALITY
THAT TURNS A WOMAN ON

LIKE LORD DARCY HE PRANCES UP AND DOWN GLOWING IN HIS UNIFORM
AS HE PRANCES UP AND DOWN
HE MAYBE POSH HE MAYBE POOR
A SOLDIER ,A FIREMAN,A DOCTOR HE CAN BE THEM ALL

IS IT THE CHARM THAT FRILLS THE SILENT WOMAN, LOOKING GAZING AT HIM DRWELLING WITH EXTACY, FOR THE MAN SHE WANTS MUST BE IN UNIFORM

He is all one of us,Serves all for with time....
And we remember them only,by murmering few lines.
He is also one of a son,Who serves for the country...
And all such sacrifice let,nation grow like a tree.

Lets think of them also,only salutes are not enough....
They serves us all boders by,either some day dont have dough.
Let be not so selfish all,We enjoy all eve with our members....
For them nation only is family,The one thing only they remember.

Age has a no
Whats your no may I ask
Are you old are you young
You may ask

Will I tell
Or give you a no don't ask
What is age have you
Lived a life of stiff have you chilled with a life of ease you may ask will I tell you may have to find out
Is my skin smooth is my skin old
What's your age you may ask

Sad Shattered Broken And Alone...Im Back To Where I Belong
Into The Realms Of Sadness...Deep Into The Depths Of Sorrow
I Moan And Weep In Agony...No Ones Here To Hear Me Cry
Cursing My Pathetic Life...As It Mocks At My Helplessness

Tired And Full Of Remorse...Solitude Consumes Me Again

Lived My Life Like A Dog...Always Faithful To Everyone Around
Hurtful Stones Pelted At Me...Never Understood My Crime
They Welcomed With Open Arms...Then Feeded Me With Poisoned Words
Leashed With Pain And Hurt...Battered My Faith Without Mercy

This Dog Is Mad Again...But Then Whos To Blame

Vulnerable Like A Glass...Im Tryin To Be Strong
Strugglin Not To Give Up...Fightin My Inner Demons
A Million Thins In Life...Thought Right But Went Wrong
A Pathetic Loser I Was...A Pathetic Loser I Am

Waited Too Long For A Miracle...To Be Fortunate Again

Afraid To Sleep And Dream...Nightmares Makin Me Insane
My Head Full Of Thoughts...To Terminate My Existence
Hopes Of Survival...Interred Deep Beyond My Sanity
Soul Strugglin To Be Free...Free From Painful Misery

Im Rottin Here In Silence...Waitin To End My Affliction