Poetic Verses

You Tell On Yourself
You tell on yourself by the friends you seek,
By the very manner in which you speak,

By the way you employ your leisure time,

By the use you make of dollar and dime.

You tell what you are by the clothes you wear,
By the spirit in which your burdens you bear,

By the kinds of things at which you laugh,

By the records you play on your phonograph.

You show what you are by the way you walk,

By the things of which you delight to talk,

By the manner in which you bear defeat,

By so simple a thing as how you eat.

By the books you choose from a well-filled shelf–

In these ways and others you tell on yourself.

So really there’s not a grain of sense

In trying to keep up a false pretense.


The Real Coloured People
(This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2006, Written by an African Kid)When I born, I blackWhen I grow up, I black

When I go in Sun, I black

When I scared, I black

When I sick, I black

And when I die, I still black


And you white fellow

When you born, you pink

When you grow up, you white

When you go in sun, you red

When you cold, you blue

When you scared, you yellow

When you sick, you green

And when you die, you gray


And you calling me coloured?

Be to her virtues very kind. Be to her faults a little blind.
-Matthew Prior
Firmness of heart is needed for achievement,
but a firm friend does not lack friends.
Be a firm friend, that you may find friends innumerable;
for without friends you will be left helpless.
Generally the wolf seizes his prey at the moment
when a year-old sheep has strayed alone from the flock.
Seek what you wish from God, not from men.
Be satisfied in joy; there is honor therein.
On friends and relatives be not a burden.
Rich is he who hopes from God, not from men.
-Al-Ghazzali, “Ihya Ulum Id-Din”
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Finds us further than to-day.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I’ve learned….
That we should be glad God doesn’t give us everything we ask for.
I’ve learned….
That it’s those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.

I’ve learned…
That under everyone’s hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.

I’ve learned….
That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.

I’ve learned….
That when you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you.

I’ve learned….
That love, not time, heals all wounds.

I’ve learned….
That the easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am.

I’ve learned….
That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.

I’ve learned….
That no one is perfect until you fall in love with them.

I’ve learned….
That life is tough, but I’m tougher.

I’ve learned….
That opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss.

I’ve learned….
That when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere.

I’ve learned….
That one should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them.

I’ve learned….
That a smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.

I’ve learned….
That I can’t choose how I feel, but I can choose what I do about it.

I’ve learned….
That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you’re climbing it.

I’ve learned …..
That it is best to give advice in only two circumstances; when it is requested and when it is a life threatening situation.
I’ve learned….
That the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.

I’ve learned …
The difference between poor and rich is not the lack of wealth but the lack of happiness!

Fear less, hope more;
Whine less, breathe more;
Talk less, say more;
Hate less, love more;
And all good things are yours.
May I a small house, and a large garden have
And a few friends, and many books, both true,
both wise, and both delightful too.
-Abraham Cowley
The stars
I wonder
as I gaze up at the stars
if somewhere,
way out there,
a star is looking back at me
and wondering the same…

What is interesting to me,
although sometimes sad to see,
is on the clearest of nights
with so many twinkling lights
that out there in the starkness
there is even more darkness
and though they still shine by day
the stars are hidden away.
– DreamMatrix


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  1. What a treasure you are. Is the first poem really anonymous or did you write it? It captures my personal creed, and now I know it is how I feel about businesses. Clients want me to help them tell “their story”…one mega software company wants to tell the story of how trustworthy they are…but as I said to 3000 of their people, “First you have to BE trustworthy.” While I was rushed by grateful employees I did not making myself popular with senior management. It doesn’t matter, because there “is not a grain of sense in keeping up a false pretense.” In this case, I do not risk the danger that I would be found out – they desire the false pretense too much – but that I ruin my body with the stress of being what I am not. This monolith of a software company will eventually become congruent, or continue to lose trust. Now I feel that on the individual level being who I am is reward in itself. But organizations successfully use deceit, surprise attack, information hoarding, and false pretenses to achieve great financial awards. In the short term they find many grains of sense in keeping a false pretense. It makes me sad. I need to think of something WISE to say about it. Can I quote this poem? (and link back here of course)

    1. No Annette, I am not the writer of any poem here. good story there and really, false pretense in a sense, is a lie, and you have to cover a lie with another lie. don’t sweat yourself unnecessarily. be yourself and you will be alright wherever you are and in whatever situation you are in. by all means, pls take whatever required from here. and if you link back, you are doing the others a favour. thanks for coming.

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