Poets Corner

Live A Life That Matters
Ready or not, someday it will come to an end.
There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.
All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else.
Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.
It will not matter what you owned, or what you were owed.
Your grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies will disappear.
So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans, and to-do lists will expire.
The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.
It won’t matter where you came from, or what side of the tracks you lived, at the end.
It won’t matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant;
Even your gender or your skin color will be irrelevant.
So what will matter?
How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built;
Not what you got, but what you gave.
What will matter is not your success but your significance.
What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.
What will matter is your every act of integrity, compassion, courage, or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others — to emulate your example.
What will matter is not your competence, but your character.
What will matter is not how many people you knew,
But how many people will feel a lasting loss when you’re gone.
What will matter is not your memories,
But the memories that live in those who loved you.
What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom, and for what.
Living a life that matters doesn’t happen by accident.
It’s not a matter of circumstance, but of choice.
Choose to live a life that matters.

 

Once again Dumaguetenia....excellent piece of poetry/philosophy.
best wishes......JB

 

The sky turn's grey
And the Sun is hidden by clouds
A gentle breeze
and the rain pour's down
Looking from my window
People hurry bye
No time to speak today
As they quickly pass-by
The leaves on the trees gently varnished and shine
Waving to and fro in rhythmic time
The surface water drains quietly
in the gutter
Nature gently washes away it's mess while leaving it's scent
For those who venture out
The clouds disperse and the Sun re-appears to dry the ground
and warm the air
All is well again and the birds begin to sing
Nature at it's best especially in Spring
..........JB

 

Flowers

The daisy scatter'd on each mead and down,
A golden tuft within a silver crown;
(Fair fall that dainty flower! and may there be
No shepherd grac'd that doth not honour thee!)
The primrose, when with six leaves gotten grace
Maids as a true-love in their bosoms place;
The spotless lily, by whose pure leaves be
Noted the chaste thoughts of virginity;
Carnations sweet with colour like the fire,
The fit impresas for inflam'd desire;
The harebell for her stainless azur'd hue
Claims to be worn of none but those are true;
The rose, like ready youth, enticing stands,
And would be cropp'd if it might choose the hands,
The yellow kingcup Flora them assign'd
To be the badges of a jealous mind;
The orange-tawny marigold: the night
Hides not her colour from a searching sight....
The columbine in tawny often taken,
Is then ascrib'd to such as are forsaken;
Flora's choice buttons of a russet dye
Is hope even in the depth of misery.

 

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Hi JB,

winter is over and the ground is cleared
longer day and short night
this season come so short that all i want
is to injoy my garden of flowers and the new
renewed excitement of love all around me.
My honey is back home so i am preparing
dinner for two if you decide to come over
bring a wine with you and dont forget your honey too.

Happy day to you john boy and all the forum members old and new.

 

Dumaguetenia.....thanks for the kind invitation, if only it was possible.
Enjoy your time together enjoy the Summer months....maybe one day we will meet up, I hope so...take care, God Bless.... John

 

hello john boy,thats a very touching poem that your father wrote for your mom..you seldom find guys now a days that write poems to their loved ones..do you have anymore poems?

 

Poetry the food of Live

Hi there Weena
Working on one or two at moment, but not always inspired.
Try it, its a good way to express your feelings, Glad Bad or Sad :D
also good for the Soul.
Some beautiful poetry has been shared by lots of members self penned or otherwise.
Thanks for your interest.....john

 

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JB, we keep the hope..yes someday count for destiny. God Bless too...(Norsita)

 

hi john boy..yes it is really a good way to express my feelings..heres another one..love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get; it's what you are expected to give..which is everything."As it gives, it continues to receive."