A genuine gift is like water when it flows out it can never return.
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Genuine Praises
Praises are genuine when given,
With no intent for any return.
I love her and my love is genuine
As I continue though ignored.
(23.04.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Holloween poem
She loves to move alone over cold water,
She knows to move over the dark, cold water;
She loves to toss a coin into the cold, dark water,
To know it is lost beneath the water,
To later know it alone beneath the dark water.
Under the city, in the dark,
Water flows over perpetual rock.
She knows her tower above the city,
She loves to hover over the city, to see
The marrow pulse and glow, she knows
The death moan of the city, how it jewles,
How it counts, how it stretches over the shuttered provinces,
To the farthest border.
Under the city, in the dark,
Water flows over perpetual rock.
She is a ghost in the air, an Ariel;
She tells the screamers till there is silence,
She silences the wolf and the seal, the fouled horse;
She stares the hollow to remorse, to
Recall the cold, the dark, she loves
To move alone with the dark, cold water.
Under the silk-crack, the skyscape,
Under the cry-field, the tool room,
Under the city, in the dark,
Water flows over perpetual rock
poem by Rozen Maiden
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Unfortunate man
Unfortunate man
No lamp burns
As the lamp of love
No cloud rains
As the cloud of love
No water flows
As the water of love
No wind blows
As the wind of love
No pleasure is more
Than the pleasure of giving
No return is more golden
Than the return of love
But he who does not know
How to dissolve
Surely he is an unfortunate man.
He who believes in taking only
Surely he is a miser man
How does he know,
What is the pleasure in dismantlement?
poem by Abdul Wahab
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The Tide Of Salvation
the sacred water flows leaving bygones - the good, bad and ugly
the sacred river flows bidding swift parting to land
water inches this way, the earth the other way
this side is studded a spiritual bliss out to sea, paradise
the other to earth's carnal pleasures and allures
they dwindle in their appeal as water joins the
grander sphere of heaven's treasure chest where graces flow
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Life's A Gift
Life’s a gift for you to send
Life’s a gift for god to end
Life’s a gift now you’re with me
Life’s a gift for all to see
Life’s a gift when love is true
Life’s a gift when times look blue
Life’s a gift with the one you trust
Life’s a gift even if UN just
Life’s a gift a ray of sun
Life’s a gift though your heads held to a gun
Life’s a gift when its handed on a tray
Life’s a gift even though it’s always on display
Life’s a gift it’s hard to understand how
Life’s a gift so take advantage of it now
poem by SharonAnn Dawson
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Sharing The Ultimate Gift
I want to share a special gift with you that God has given to me,
This gift like most others that you will receive is absolutely free.
However unlike other gifts that you may have received in the past,
This special gift and this one alone through all eternity will last.
Although you can't see this gift, it's the greatest you can receive,
This gift is not in a box, but in the heart of all those who believe.
And even though this gift is one of a kind and very special indeed,
You'll surely want to give this gift away as soon as it is received.
Don't be concerned about giving away something you didn't use,
For God said “Blessed are the feet of those who bring good news.”
This gift will surprise you on the day you decide to give it away,
You won't feel any loss at all with more to give the following day.
My friend you will be Eternally Grateful when you finally choose,
To truly embrace but give away this gift that you can never lose.
By now you know this gift is none other than Jesus Christ the Lord,
And your faithful sharing of this gift, by Him, will not be ignored.
For our Great Blessed Hope, who through the ages many have adored,
At His return will bring to all His faithful, an Everlasting Reward.
So the next gift you receive and think you'll treasure forevermore,
Remember that the only truly lasting gift is Jesus Christ The Lord.
(Copyright © 12/2002)
Eden
In the hills
Where the slope ends
Huge rocks
As strings of sitar
To the water that flows
Haunted by village lasses
Singing to its tune
Washing clothes
And with awe the water flows
Tempts them to such an extent
Takes a plunge
Swirls
To caress them
Where the slope ends.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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Obvious Gift
gifts lead every hearts to go nearer to what
the soul reunited in your emotion, a value that
penny can't buy something that the spirited soul
makes; what the world made it wonderful, diluted
to lay everything, just to risen the ageless motion of
self giving
everything is move and cease to believe, what
makes it to begin as the clouds, since in time of
memorial floats in the sky, where and where it goes,
as the rain drops and wet flowering seeds to grow
and leads fiddler of insect to feed and learn to live,
with no one guide the beginning of survival
obvious gift never ends it always flows, like
stream in the highest mountains that always look a
distance way to settle the fresh hyacinth of cool water,
for a gift of rejoicing takes an everlasting memory
to remember
life as gift, always take a foundation to craft, beautiful
and stronger pillar making it more acceptable to live,
of what every soul ponder, shading the past into the future
of today; as the day comes to an end, remembering is a
heart to believe that all is just nothing but a special gift
ready to be shared to the out most of you, a love in your
life
an immortal gift, willing to give and release, not as
poison in you for other to live, but a perfume to smell
so that other may grow and ignited to refresh, for
life is but, an endless will of feeling but a power in you,
wonting to make the best of what is life
a gift is not a gift unless it is shared; obvious it may looks,
yet! its obvious if it may not be shared the gift in you….be
a gift to other
poem by Antonio Liao
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A liberal is a person who believes that water can be made to run uphill. A conservative is someone who believes everybody should pay for his water. I'm somewhere in between: I believe water should be free, but that water flows downhill.
quote by Theodore White
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The River, Grace
Lift me up,
Take me down
From my rack.
Suspended on meat hooks
Just under my shoulder blades,
The weight of me hangs.
The river comes to me.
The river flows on.
Grace wakes up,
Says, “I will watch with you
We will be watchers
Together.”
Take me down.
Let the river run
Through my wounds;
Cleanse;
Heal.
The river comes.
The river flows.
Wash out all the refuse;
Toxic trash flushed away
Forever from me
Clear
Free
The river comes.
The river flows.
Fill me up with goodness.
Purity, rush into these holes;
Saturate in light, then
Stop up the access,
Make me whole.
River, come to me.
River, flow on.
And the river is God’s Gift.
And the river is Grace.
Lay me new baptized
In the tall grass
On the bank
Let me hear
Talking light
Beat back the night.
They sing of your source,
Your redemption renowned.
Now I join the chorus.
And the river, God’s gift,
Lift me up.
And the river, Grace
Carry me on.
poem by Lee Ann Schaffer
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There And Back Again For Jt Ellison
The river flows unhurriedly
on its long journey to the sea
Sometimes flows fast and sometimes slow.
It does not matter really though
.
All rivers will eventually
become part of the great salt sea.
From whence they came as clouds and rain
to which they must return again
The sea and Sun co operate.
Evaporate, precipitate
Recycling water constantly.
All rivers flow into the sea.
Where they evaporate and rise
as water vapour to the skies.
The chill will change its state again
from water vapour into rain.
Which falls upon the earth below
to nourish all the plants that grow
Without the rain then there would be
no rivers flowing to the sea.
The world be a desert place
of growing plants no single trace.
A world of grey and brown and dun
Defeated by the burning sun.
Although the rain can be a curse
no rain at all would be much worse.
Accepting philosophically
the rain must fall and frequently.
Though sometimes inconveniently
Without the rain where would be
Extinct I think without a doubt
I much prefer the rain to drought.
Though it may rain on your parade
and spoil the plans which you have made.
You should be thankful for the rain,
you have small reason to complain.
Nature recycles constantly.
water the prime necessity.
If she did not then we would die
Beneath a blue and cloudless sky.
6-Dec-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Vouchsafe Yourself to God
If there's a pot with a hole
Water poured into it flows out whole.
When in water is immersed this pot
Water in the pot is fully got.
In this world money is enough never
But if you vouchsafe yourself to God
Happiness fills you for ever and ever!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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People that have had genuine abduction experiences that I've met that seem very genuine to me, but they're just confused about why it happened. I've met a lot of people like which I regard as being very genuine... but there's a lot of crazy people out there.
quote by Dave Davies
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Dog Eat Dog
It’s a dog eat dog world, a dog eat dog world, a dog eat dog eat dog eat dog world.
Live like a dog die like a dog, as the old saying goes,
The plant you water is the plant that grows, everybody knows,
Give blows, get blows
Down’s how the water flows
Live like a dog die like a dog
It’s a dog eat dog eat dog eat dog world.
Dog bites matty dog for a piece of meat,
Child hits matty child for a taste of sweet,
Woman claws her matty because she looks so neat,
Man robs his matty man because he wants to eat,
Policeman kicks his matty thief because he likes to beat.
It’s a dog eat dog world, a dog eat dog world, a dog eat dog eat dog eat dog world.
Live like a dog die like a dog, as the old saying goes,
The plant you water is the plant that grows, as everybody knows,
Give blows, get blows
Down’s how the water flows
Live like a dog die like a dog
It’s a dog eat dog eat dog eat dog world.
Preacher lies to the congregation cos that comes naturally,
Shopman cheats his customer for maximum profitability,
Politician takes all the bribes he can, constitutionally,
Lawyer robs you with a pen completely legally
Country bombs its matty land nationalistically.
It’s a dog eat dog world, a dog eat dog world, a dog eat dog eat dog eat dog world.
Live like a dog die like a dog, as the old saying goes,
The plant you water is the plant that grows, everybody knows,
Give blows, get blows
Down’s how the water flows
Live like a dog die like a dog
It’s a dog eat dog eat dog eat dog world.
Pure Life
Where is your life going?
Is your water in a waterfall, dropping, and getting worse?
Or is it filling your glass, overflowing, and getting better?
Is your water still there?
Not evaporating?
Being dried up by the sun?
Are you losing time?
Do you watch how your water flows?
Water is pure and signifies life.
How is your life?
Or are you sad, with your water raining tears?
Is your water warm or cold?
Is your water steam or ice?
Is your soul cold or warm?
I hope your water is overflowing like a fountain with joy.
Not everyone's water has to be evaporating.
Remember to always watch where lifes heading.
Because maybe your water will mix and lives will intertwine.
Be with that person forever.
poem by Natalie Vail
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Prismatic Poetry (Naani)
Genuine writing flows
Woven, not imposed
Thoughts blend freely like a song
A prism of poetry in colors.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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What I Am Is God’s Gift, What I Become Is My Gift To God
WHAT I AM IS GOD’S GIFT, WHAT I BECOME IS MY GIFT TO GOD
What I am is God’s gift, what I become is my gift to God tells us that our own body and the life that breath in our body is God’s precious gift to us but what this body can become and what sense or impact of our being as a person to others and to God is our gift to the Almighty. Our own body and life is our own gift from God on the day of our creation from womb till we joined this world to become what we want to mirror in this journey of life. God has given us all the provisions to live and all the faculties we need to grow as a person. He gave us a body strong enough to withstand trials of life like illness, sorrows and pains to keep us not so much fragile to anything that we can paint our own journey in this life. No doubt the life we breath is indeed God’s most precious gift to all of us. Precious than anything like glittering gold or diamonds. Our life is really beyond compare being the ultimate reasons God had created this world and the very reason why He gave his only begotten Son to secure and protect such gift to all of us. Truly, our own life is our gift from God but what we become as a person is our gift in return to God.
What we wanted to become in the eyes of men and God is our gift in return to such noble and precious gift of life we had from God. Our body is the temple of God’s Kingdom when we let our soul glitter like diamond upon the eyes of God if sense of righteousness lives within every breath we take as we deal with other people and so with God. It is how we used this body as an instrument to fulfill our own mission in this life through our own vocation, work or services we take is our gift to God. Everything we do in this life in the service to other people and to God is our own gift to the Almighty. Everything we do to the temple of God’s Kingdom, our body, determines the impact of our sense of being as a person in the eyes of God and men. Truly, if we wanted to be looked upon as a glittering diamond in the yes of God and men, we must live in righteousness upholding all the fundamental truth and wisdom of God as we relate with other people and as we serve with prudence sharing our life and services to others.
Our own sense of being, purpose or mission through our various ways, vocations or services is the way how we return our gratitude and appreciation to our gift of life from God. The way how we share our own life to give life and light to others is our gift to God. Make this life then shine for others and to God for it is our own little way of returning the favor of God’s grace and love to us.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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In a City
In an eastern city where I won’t return
there is a winged stone light and huge
lightning strikes this winged stone
I close my eyes to remember
in my city where I won’t return
there is heavy and nourishing water
the one who gives you a cup of this water
gives you the faith you will still return
in my faraway city that has gone
from all maps of the world there is bread that can nourish
throughout life black as the faith you will see again
stone bread water and the presence of towers at dawn
poem by Zbigniew Herbert
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Fire In The Sky
heat light sunlight
particle wave energy
radiant solar wind
heat light sunlight
flowing from globe sun
these critical parts
fuel for an ecosystem
sun's gift heat
helps water evaporate
return to atmosphere
evaporate purify
cycled back
into purer water
sun's gift heat
helps keep plants
helps keep animals
blanket warm
without light
light gift from sun
there cannot be
there is no
photosynthesis
plants destitute
would not
have energy
needed
to make food
volcanic vents
on ocean floor
supply energy
but not scale
photosynthesis
fire in the sky
supplies oceans
life energy
photosynthesis
at sea on land
is ocean gift life
science creation in harmony
nature’s laws are God’s laws
interlocking interrelated laws
harmony is balance in creation
are we not all parts of creation?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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If I were for REAL
If the water can return, take me away please!
If the water can take in, it will never grieve!
Someone admires you streaming freely!
I wish to swap with you, then I can run capricious!
If the water were I, it would weep for sure!
If I were the water, I would never look back on any more!
poem by Kazeronnie Mak
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