Pick up thy fruit
it's harvest time,
Play thy lute, and
follow this rhyme,
Don't go mute, tune
up thy chime,
Thy sorrow shoot,
it is no crime.
This old oak tree,
gives peace of mind
Thou'll be free,
nothing thy soul can bind
Two days or three,
thyself thou'll find
Come hither pre thy
heart goes blind.
Come hither and with
thyself reconcile
Let nothing in the
world thy soul defile.
29/5/1999
Wow...beautiful rhyme-meter.
ReplyDeleteI guess you wrote it in some inspirational moments.
Hope to read more of your writings.
Antoine our philosopher your poem is as sensitive as your soul.
ReplyDeleteI guess too that u wrote it:)
ReplyDelete"Let nothing in the world thyself defile" really nice
thank you all for your comments and appreciation to what I have written.
ReplyDeletethe human mind, which generates his thoughts, can sometimes create a precise description of life and what it is really like, other times it can create a picture of what it expects or wishes life should be like.nature has a great inspirational effect on the human mind.
You always astonish us with new and interesting thoughts and knowledge!
ReplyDeleteHello Antoine, this absolutely an amazing and inspirational poem, you have allowed me to see that our minds are never ending oceans of thoughts and ideas that permitt us to view the world in the manner we want it to be perceived,thank you for sharing your thoughts!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rima for your valuable comment, I Really liked your description of the human mind comparing it to oceans of thought. Yes, the human mind is his ultimate power, it is the source of all the righteousness as well as all the evil. I am Really glad my poem was inspirational, what inspired me in the first place was nature, it's beauty, tranquility and greatness.
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