Truth
Inayat Khan
Read by Paul Phillips
The face of truth is open
The eyes of truth are bright
The lips of truth are ever closed
The head of truth is upright
The breast of truth stands forward
The gaze of truth is straight
Truth has neither fear nor doubt
Truth has patience to wait
The words of truth are touching
The voice of truth is deep
The law of truth is simple
All you sow you reap.
The soul of truth is flaming
The heart of truth is warm
The mind of truth is clear
And firm through rain and storm
Facts are only its shadow
Truth stands above all sin
Great be the battle of lice
Truth in the end shall win.
Life of truth is eternal
Immortal is its past
Power of truth shall endure
Truth shall hold to the last.
The image of truth is the cross
Wisdom’s message is its rod
The sign of truth is Christ
And the soul of truth is God.
Coulda-Shoulda-Woulda
Sheldon Alan Silverstein
Read by Moddy Muponisi
If I didn’t know how to write poetry
I could have been losing my mind,
Building my anger or nothing at all.
If you did know how to write poetry
You woulda, coulda, shoulda
Laying in the sun
Talking about the things
You woulda, coulda, shoulda
All ran away ad hide from one little did
Writing poetry
North Star
Barney Kanjela
You are like the North Star
Everyone can see you
As star above you can see me whole
And I look in your eyes.
I see the sun rising from your eyes
Rays touch my soul
So warm and heartening
You are like the North Star.
Your smile melts my hardened heart
Your smile creates dimples on you
Dimples that look like boobs
You are like the North Star.
What will my world be without you?
What would I look at?
There would be no sun rays
And I would have no reason to live.
You are like the North Star
You are the North Star
Hope I can see you when I am dead
To keep me alive
The poem on truth, seemingly attributed to “Paul Phillips” here is actually a Muhammad Ali poem… that’s plagiarism!
Sebastian,
Thanks for pointing out the discrepancy. We have checked with Lydia and she agreed it was a mistake in the information provided. It was supposed to read: “Read by Paul Phillips.”
Muhamad Ali (Ali claims he wrote the poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USkZ6HvH4iI ), while others attribute it to Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/say/nirtan_alankaras.htm)((1882–1927)).