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Life isn't fair for all, that much is true, There's a path for me and everyone of you. In the brevity of our days, We're tasked with choosing life's ways. Forgive who hurt, let grudges fade, Memories to linger, they've been made. Stay true to self, in every deed, For authenticity is what humans need. Make peace with ghosts of yesteryears, They're but echoes in our ears. Comparison is a thief of joy, Each life is its own unique floy. A engine, the brain, and heart too, Powering thoughts and desires anew. Happiness lies within your grasp, No other holds that sacred clasp. Time is the great healer, stitches wounds, Turning sorrow into tunes. Embrace your quirks, be eccentric, In diversity, find the magic. Life's a journey, not a race, Laugh, love, and find your grace. Believe in miracles, they're near, In every smile and in every tear. Envy breeds resentment, it's true, But your journey's yours, others cannot pursue. My friend, the best is yet to unfold, In our stories which should shine as gold. It's never too late to seize the day, To chase your dreams, come what may. So let these truths light your way, In the dance of life, let's sway. By Sanji-Paul Arvind
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Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 1:42 AM UTC
A Short Life
I thank God for friends like you Who live their lives in simple truth They help a friend along the way And count their blessings everyday They found love is not in word but deed And care enough to plant the seeds That grow into a friendship deep They live to grow and play to keep. So don't let the years twist the truth Just keep on being friends like you.
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Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 9:13 AM UTC
Friends Like You
Long time  No, see how you  Be good and nice, that's all. Do one good deed a day, happy  You'll be
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Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 11:08 AM UTC
Good deed a day
I bleed to produce seed for my flower bed of creed yet the flowers I need didn’t grow, instead unwanted weeds flourish as it dirtied my deeds upon deeds of neglect, I heed.
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Nov 14, 2023
Nov 14, 2023 at 3:52 AM UTC
flowers I need
good to perceive a need - better to fulfill it with a deed Mark Toney © 2023
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May 15, 2023
May 15, 2023 at 12:30 PM UTC
Taking Action
Blue **** sparrows and some rather pretty birds indeed Gathering around their special wooden box of feed Respectfully waiting for their turns to pick a seed Then they fly away and I'm thrilled about my good deed For I'm the supplier - in their eyes the Mighty Lord I know a few things but mainly where the food is stored Feeling a little superior is my reward Though most times they believe I deserve to be ignored
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Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 10:18 AM UTC
The Bird Feeder
Sweet thoughts, a loving heart, and kind deeds radiate happiness like the scent of a flower. Hussein Dekmak
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Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 4:45 PM UTC
Scent of a Flower
Come to me, my dearest one. Let me get inside you more;      naivety is your nature, thus eager to please and to be pleased —time flies like a fleeting bluebird, a fairy in its blue bright spirit,     and still you’re nearing my presence.     Almost there, so be afraid of me,     and yet fond of me, for I'll never let you stray off anymore —stop your wandering, no more— and ‘tis the proof that I hold you so dear. I long to relish that imminent moment     where you’ll give me the enjoyable tickles     while struggling in my arms tightly locked, kept held in my blooming ***** in ominous anticipation. Alas, I'm much eager to please you so   —and I do expect, you would feel the same;      that is what I know from your eyes trying to shun my eagerness, still neglecting my attentive gesture beckoning you to join me,     but you will hide it no longer,     for all of your struggles, big or small no matter,     fans my fanatic yearning for your soul. So accept me, my foolish child (so carefree, but still shuddering) as the dim evening clouds would shroud the skies above, sealing off the passage of light   that was once so brilliant, but now without a reason to exist. And you, the courted,     don't just stand there     when I come to embrace you heartily, so induce me—do ****** me, and betray your fear to be accepted by me, and only. Do me a favor, and this shall work as a token of passion for me; the perfection is all yours: the purification of our intents, the petrifaction of our conscience, the completion of our unison, ceasing the compliance with the rigid standards of the unworthy.     Wings of the butterfly collapse     altogether, and you will be     awaken, knowing that, my love,     you are truly a butterfly.     Like a pair of moths,     we fly into the torchlight burning incandescent.
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Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 5:54 AM UTC
Enthralled
Come to me, my dearest one. Let me get inside you more;      naivety is your nature, thus eager to please and to be pleased —time flies like a fleeting bluebird, a fairy in its blue bright spirit,     and still you’re nearing my presence.     Almost there, so be afraid of me,     and yet fond of me, for I'll never let you stray off anymore —stop your wandering, no more— and ‘tis the proof that I hold you so dear. I long to relish that imminent moment     where you’ll give me the enjoyable tickles     while struggling in my arms tightly locked, kept held in my blooming ***** in ominous anticipation. Alas, I'm much eager to please you so   —and I do expect, you would feel the same;      that is what I know from your eyes trying to shun my eagerness, still neglecting my attentive gesture beckoning you to join me,     but you will hide it no longer,     for all of your struggles, big or small no matter,     fans my fanatic yearning for your soul. So accept me, my foolish child (so carefree, but still shuddering) as the dim evening clouds would shroud the skies above, sealing off the passage of light   that was once so brilliant, but now without a reason to exist. And you, the courted,     don't just stand there     when I come to embrace you heartily, so induce me—do ****** me, and betray your fear to be accepted by me, and only. Do me a favor, and this shall work as a token of passion for me; the perfection is all yours: the purification of our intents, the petrifaction of our conscience, the completion of our unison, ceasing the compliance with the rigid standards of the unworthy.     Wings of the butterfly collapse     altogether, and you will be     awaken, knowing that, my love,     you are truly a butterfly.     Like a pair of moths,     we fly into the torchlight burning incandescent.
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I wanted everyone to like me without giving them a reason to I wanted them to like me without even trying to change their view I wanted to be good, without doing a good deed I wanted to succeed but to grow, you need to first plant the seed.
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Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
first things first
What is man without action? Resulting choice? What is a man without action indeed? Just a voice.
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Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 6:21 PM UTC
Merit
My soul is the master, My body is an obedient servant. Without a soul, My body is just a corpse, A wasted husk. The beauty of my body lies when it is in partnership with my soul, Just as you need to exercise and go to a gym to maintain your body's fitness, You need to go to a mosque,church or temple to maintain your soul's purity. Your body is a carcass that is going to decompose in the soil, Your soul is destined for your hereafter, Your soul will be accountable for your deeds good or bad, Your soul will accumulate Allah's rewards and blessings. That can only be done by fasting,praying and giving alms, Not to forget pilgrimage, Which imbibes piety and certainty in you, Guards you against evil, Restrains you from shameful and unjustful deeds, Cleanses and purifies your soul, So that  it leaves your body with least pain, And the Angels come with joy to wrap in soft musk scented cloth, And take you to your creator. 7/6/2019
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May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 9:32 AM UTC
My Body vs My Soul
The silence wrapping our words was not born out of a deed or two. Or out of lack of love. We didn’t wake up one day and began feeling alone. The day we held hands, we felt the alienation that only love can bring. No great love can change what we were. Where the plains of our own lives and its insecurities met there we see a crack, to remind us everyday that we never fit with each other.
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 1:38 AM UTC
The day we held hands
You are suggesting my Soul to wait, When time is ripe and future in shape. But present in sight, which I may control, This body may fight, and not my soul. Water change its form, and Man his faith, But sitting and waiting not changes the fate. By itself the Water, not changes its nature. when freezes, turn ice, when heated is Vapour, Lord Rama killed Bali, Behind his Back, Bhima picked  thigh, in war to Attack. Krishna once broken his promise his word, Pandava bet wife, lost pride and Sword. When time hostile , situation more worse , Condition challenging and getting adverse . Then character of a man examined indeed, Standing on your feet or changing in need. Things which eternal in world,  not I met. It depends how handle , example you set. Deed of a man earns name bad or earns fame, This only decides, one's fortune, ones fate. Ajay Amitabh Suman
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 6:51 AM UTC
Why Should I trust my fate?
You are suggesting my Soul to wait, When time is ripe and future in shape. But present in sight, which I may control, This body may fight, and not my soul. Water change its form, and Man his faith, But sitting and waiting not changes the fate. By itself the Water, not changes its nature. when freezes, turn ice, when heated is Vapour, Lord Rama killed Bali, Behind his Back, Bhima picked  thigh, in war to Attack. Krishna once broken his promise his word, Pandava bet wife, lost pride and Sword. When time hostile , situation more worse , Condition challenging and getting adverse . Then character of a man examined indeed, Standing on your feet or changing in need. Things which eternal in world,  not I met. It depends how handle , example you set. Deed of a man earns name bad or earns fame, This only decides, one's fortune, ones fate. Ajay Amitabh Suman Ajay Amitabh Suman
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Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC
Deed or Fate
My life isn't drowning With grudges of past I withhold my powers To see, what comes last Night brings in fear Of being tortured again Still I continue to live As long as I am sane I am strong willed, alone Not a coward as you may think My heart has become a stone It lets all my feelings sink I may die one day Without even your touch In a deep sleep, unwaken I know, you don't care much * Alone, I was born Then I was raised Later got torn Others were amazed Brimed to the top With your beautiful love Then my wings, you chopped And let me fall from above You showed me light In the darkest hour before Now, you prove wrong, right Consuming me in your internal war I am not weak to fight We can still talk it out These chains are tight But I will not scream or shout If death chose, you as my reaper So enjoy you grateful deed Lord is my souls keeper He will deliver my prayers, indeed! * ©sim
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 4:23 AM UTC
My Souls Keeper
Good deeds are seeds, germinate indeed, and divinity feeds....                             )   (                              ) (                                     (*)                               √                             √ √√                            √√√√√
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Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
Seeds
I cleansed my hands of corruption today For I had done a filthy deed I gazed into the mirror I saw corruptions seed In harvest of its fruits My ends justified my means And although there's not a mark I'll not be truly clean You may question what I did But it is my belief That it's better to feel something Even if it makes you bleed
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Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
Tainted
If I sleep, breathe, feed One thing & one thing only Is that called dedication Or just a bad possessed need Either way isn't it a sheer blessing   To serve a purpose, a deed Finally you get a seat at the table But the hunger is now just greed Greed is pure, greed makes you win Don't be fooled otherwise by the sheep Frolicking away is the real true sin Anyhow, galaxy will drown you deep That's when you must hold onto the deed Jaw deep into the gutter, now you see Even when you spend your life in pure greed It won't be enough until you learn to let it be
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Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 5:54 AM UTC
"Good Karma"
Every deed that I do, Leads me unto you. Wherever you may go, You are in my vision. You're unable to control, Your own ego. I don't fear separation, But I fear your harm. And your ego can take you low, It can drown you in its charm. At present it gives you pride, Vain pride it gives to you. But I am here only, Just for you. Lest you decide, To make a comeback.
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Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 2:38 AM UTC
Every Deed That I Do
You think you can cheat me being young and energetic I tell you I have seen you very many through my journey I am a man with experience and you are innocent chick There is no dearth of just like you and me in this ***** city So the only chance remains when we take love in reality The taste and the intoxication is where ever we just opt Being addicts of love no one can stop us we are but free The mode and manner we have liberty to select and adopt But chastity and purity make the affair more fair to take Love and beauty either corrupted with lust and greed All those who cross limits for taste and spice are but fake Innocence of heart and eyes make pleasant a deed indeed Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 2:10 PM UTC
Innocent Deed
who's the current holder of the shop's deed when did he obtain an ownership creed we have pondered on this very matter but no answer has yet come to the fore that will satisfy our questioning score we've long thought his plate shingle hung on the gate with letters saying this is York's estate though there's little of proprietary clatter been audible at the place for some while this has so troubled our concerned bile on him displaying the paper's freehold   we'll have ken of his legal possession this will be a rock solid expression which is penned in ink ever so bold
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 9:14 PM UTC
Shop's Deed (Rosarian Sonnet)
Peacock dances in its pride of beauty Still unhappy about its limitation to fly high Cuckoo sings in its pride of voice Still unhappy about not being a beauty The Crow, with no Beauty and Pride Helping the earth in Vegetation by dispersing seeds With no knowledge of its good deed Happy and content with its birth!
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Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 5:30 AM UTC
Beauty in Deeds
Let me take you to the dark side of the woods All that dies here is the good Let me show you that spot This is where I fought He had me tied, I could go no where I was terrified and scared He did his deed And left my soul forever to bleed It will always seep with rage and anguish Part of me will always remain and languish There in the dark side of woods That day all that died in me was the good
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May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
Dark Side of the Woods
**To find equilibrium may be the hardest deed Between the passions and the fun seems similar indeed Sometimes we want to run But to stay is all we need Though a immediate solution would be just simply not to sleep**
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC
Sleep