Arthur Nelson was a curious, studious fellow, like pearly moon glowing,
Ten years old and spectacled, for all is adventure, when you're growing.
Arthur lived in a one story home, with his brothers and their parents;
And also their huge, green turtle, a pet that everyone called, Clarence.
Arthur liked watching ants work avidly, like honeybees' sweet industry;
Or the frogs' lilypad, evening chorus, near the rainbow eucalyptus tree.
Fat, fluffy clouds free floated afar, when friends called upon fiery noon;
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When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
when the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
when the funds are low and the debts are high,
and you want to smile but you have to sigh,
when care is pressing you down a bit - rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns.
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a fellow turns about when he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow - you may succeed with another blow.
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We all know the path
which had come across.
We live in the present
by the promises of future
and lessons of the past,
If the lessons are weak and
the promises mean to break
The Present has no meaning.
Here is the question
What are you gonna learn
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In the end
Light wins over dark
Love over hate
Goodness over evil
Freedom over oppression
Balance
Truth over lies
Integrity over corruption
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I was a Poet!
But I did not know it,
Neither did my Mother,
Nor my Sister nor my Brother.
The Rich were not aware of it;
The Poor took no care of it.
The Reverend Mr. Drewitt
Never knew it.
The High did not suspect it;
The Low could not detect it.
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Arthur Nelson was a curious, studious fellow, like pearly moon glowing,
Ten years old and spectacled, for all is adventure, when you're growing.
Arthur lived in a one story home, with his brothers and their parents;
And also their huge, green turtle, a pet that everyone called, Clarence.
Arthur liked watching ants work avidly, like honeybees' sweet industry;
Or the frogs' lilypad, evening chorus, near the rainbow eucalyptus tree.
Fat, fluffy clouds free floated afar, when friends called upon fiery noon;
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In the quiet chambers, where the soul resides, There lies a sacred wisdom, where true knowledge hides. Beyond the realms of logic, beyond the mind's vast art, There blooms a deeper knowing, the knowledge of the heart.
It whispers in the silence, in the spaces in between, In moments soft and tender, in visions deeply seen. It's felt in every heartbeat, in the rhythm of life's song, A truth that's pure and timeless, where hearts forever long.
This knowledge needs no language, no words to understand, It's written in the actions, in the touch of a loving hand. It sees beyond the surface, to the essence deep inside, A bridge that spans the distance, where souls can safely hide.
For in the heart's own knowing, there's a wisdom vast and true, A guide through all the shadows, a light in every hue. It teaches us compassion, to see with loving eyes, The beauty in each moment, where grace and wonder lie.
So trust the heart's own wisdom, let its knowledge be your guide, In every step you take, in every tear you've cried. For in the heart's own keeping, there's a wisdom pure and bright, A path to deeper meaning, where day transforms to night.
In the quiet chambers, where the soul resides, There lies a sacred wisdom, where true knowledge hides. Beyond the realms of logic, beyond the mind's vast art, There blooms a deeper knowing, the knowledge of the heart.
It whispers in the silence, in the spaces in between, In moments soft and tender, in visions deeply seen. It's felt in every heartbeat, in the rhythm of life's song, A truth that's pure and timeless, where hearts forever long.
This knowledge needs no language, no words to understand, It's written in the actions, in the touch of a loving hand. It sees beyond the surface, to the essence deep inside, A bridge that spans the distance, where souls can safely hide.
For in the heart's own knowing, there's a wisdom vast and true, A guide through all the shadows, a light in every hue. It teaches us compassion, to see with loving eyes, The beauty in each moment, where grace and wonder lie.
So trust the heart's own wisdom, let its knowledge be your guide, In every step you take, in every tear you've cried. For in the heart's own keeping, there's a wisdom pure and bright, A path to deeper meaning, where day transforms to night.
We are lost without a cause
Father
We had bought some lottery tickets
And we also won the lottery
We don't need all the money for
Our selves
We need to pay some bills
The rest of the money
We will give to a charity
So that they can use the money
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This poem was inspired by scots poems and is about inspiration that can be found in nature. I saw a visitor's book from Corrour Bothy from the 1930s which was the catalyst of inspiration for this poem.
Some translations for non-scots understanding readers:
Bothy - small remote shelter for hillwalkers
Braw - if something is braw it is good
Bonnie - pretty
Baltic - freezing
Dreich - dull
Drookit - drenches
Burn - small river
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