One grain does not full the granary, but it helps its companion.
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Sonnet: Parables of Jesus: Grain of Wheat
Unless a grain of wheat is sown in soil,
And dies, decays, transforms, gets life anew,
And sprouts into a sapling through one's toil,
It cannot grow to bear fruits that are due!
The grain of wheat remains as such, if not:
Like selfish men who will not do God's will;
Serve God usefully, they simply cannot,
Nor granary at harvest-time, they fill.
Like grain of wheat, men have God's will to do;
Like Jesus, they must carry cross till death;
Like Saviour Christ, they will resurrect too,
And fulfill purpose for which God gave birth!
But Christ died on the cross for mankind's sins,
And love of man, and Father's obeisance!
poem by John Celes
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Helps Me Helps You
Look at all the toys I got
Look at all the things I need
Look at all the toys I got
Look at all the mouths I feed
Have I got a wonderful deal for you
What belongs to me belongs to you
I understand what youre going through
I know the point to push you to
My policy helps me helps you
Generosity helps me helps you
Conspiracy helps me helps you
Put you trust in me Ill help you too
Look at all the things Ive done
Look at all the rights I wrong
The means will justify the end
For you to save and me to spend
Cos Ive got a great idea you see
What belongs to you belongs to me
I know just what you wanna do
I know how I can get there too
Hypocrisy helps me helps you
Democracy helps me helps you
Ideology helps me helps you
Put your trust in me Ill help you through
(hirst/moginie)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 42
Who has renounced appetites for the sake of approbation by men has fallen from licit into illicit appetites.
A devotee who sits in a corner not for God’s sake
Is helpless. What can he see in a dark mirror?
Little by little becomes much and drop by drop will be a torrent; that is to say, he who has no power gathers small stones that he may at the proper opportunity annihilate the pride of his foe.
Drop upon drop collected will make a river.
Rivers upon rivers collected will make a sea.
Little and little together will become much.
The granary is but grain upon grain.
Sonnet: My First Love
I can’t ignore my first love that’s Healing,
With which I’ve spent more than twenty years now;
I’ve not gone half-way; I’ve got the feeling,
I’ll certainly achieve great heights, I’ll vow.
The time’s not ripe to show my actual stuff!
I stand like a granary, full of grain;
But all the same, I never want to bluff;
My research-work will come down like the rain.
Nothing deters a determined great heart;
The environment doesn’t favor my first love;
My second love has giv’n me joy in part;
My healing ability, ’tis time to prove.
As God has predestined, it will happen;
I will succeed with my hands and my pen.
6-19-2001
poem by John Celes
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A grain does not fill a sieve, but it helps its fellow.
Grains Of Patience
A grain crushes the gown it wears,
For you made the night into darkness
As you ate each grain in this period.
The day is continuous out of your heavenly status,
For you is the day and night,
The food you eat partakes in the struggle.
A lasting spirit is about, a spirit of alacrity,
As the honourable weapons of war unfold.
Then is no such movement and activity,
And there is here a godly companion for you.
The rest to occur is abhorring the patient struggle,
As struggle appears to be a parent of your brother.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Third Eye
A tiny gland betwixt your eyes, smaller than a pea
Ready to serve through good intent ‘n meditation
A second sight within, that helps you know ‘n see
Helps express the higher self, upon full activation
poem by Ray Lucero
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Amen, Amen...
for the few grains of rice that i have given you
and for the slice of fish,
God has given me more than what
i have parted,
God has given me a house, a rice granary,
a thousand loaves of bread,
an ocean of fish
plus a book of poems,
plus the nightingale songs
My heart sings praises for Him.
For every grain of rice that i have shared with a hungry neighbor,
God has replenished me with truckloads.
FOR THE FEW cents that i have given as fare for the old woman
who wishes to go home,
God has repaid me money in bundles.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Little Bit Of Sunshine
A little bit of sunshine every day,
Helps to keep the rain clouds far away.
A little bit of sunshine, for your soul,
Helps you to weather even bitter cold.
A little bit of sunshine in your week,
Helps pull you out of bed, when you are sick.
A little bit of sunshine on your brain,
Helps get out all bad feelings, and mental strain.
A little bit of sunshine in your life,
Helps you to deal, with all your stress and strife.
A little bit of sunshine at the start,
Can even help to heal a broken heart.
6/26/10 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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That Part Of A Whole
it is a tiny part
as tiny as a grain of sand
you hardly give it
attention
you keep on saying
what is in this grain of sand
that philosophers
say contain this universe
something so tiny
yet to contain everything
and so you hold the grain of sand
against the light
and revolve it around your fingers
little finger planets
to the sun grain of sand
you cannot believe what you
felt and saw
and so you throw away that grain
of sand to the air
eating it like a big mouthed monsters
you are lost
your world dissolves
like ice
you turn to air
and there you are
gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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After The Slow Slipping Of Self
grab your emptiness
like a handful of sand
in your hand
and let it spill there
grain after grain
after grain
until all is gone
away
slipping from
your fingers
then feel that
your hands
are still yours
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why I Love My Sister!
this is dedicated to my sister Joana fula.
I love my sister because she is crazy, hyper, funny, I love my sister because no matter what she is always there for me.
She is a friend that helps me in my difficult times.
Her comforting words are worth much more than dimes
for me she is a blessing, who fills my heart with love and joy.
A companion to who I can express my feelings,
Whether I am having my ups or downs,
She always helps me with a smile and never frowns.
Having a sister for me is not just a trend, It's a blessing
& knowing that I can always turn to her, my best friend.
I love you Joana Fula
poem by Lucia Domingos Fula
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Companion-companion
Companion in need is companion indeed,
But what the use of having companion if the heart still like sword;
When the malicious and vice deed,
Veil in the charm and beauteous words.
I choose a malignant foe than a malicious companion,
Who unlurk all the hideous vices;
In thee, I still hold my compassion,
But thou served me a bad prejudice.
A prejudice took thee further away from me,
From all the sweet moment in our days;
And when the memories seem to fade from thee,
It declared that the love is finally unsway.
poem by Instalasi Sastra
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Dawn Of A New Day
The thoughts from yesterday - forgotten
I like the way this new skin feels
Bring me splinters of tomorrow
Collect the parts where I win
Against the grain, against the odds
I'll rise and I won't trip again
The dawn of a new day never looked
As good as this
Concrete breath and dust filled tears
A one-way ride to inner peace
I never thought, I'd join the others
Those who use the dice to solve
Against the grain, against the odds
I'll rise and I won't trip again (x2)
The dawn of a new day never looked
As good as this
Against the grain, against the odds
I'll rise and I won't trip again
Against the grain, against the odds
Against the grain, against the odds(x2)
I'll rise and I won't trip again
Against the grain, against the odds(x3)
song performed by by In Flames
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Dark Companion
Another round for my dark companion (1)
The view from here is crouded now
My doppelganger smiles at me (2)
From across the room
I will wear only black and white
And hide in the alleys
On a saturday night
The endless prattle of politicians (3)
Rings in my ears
The rain makes my eyeliner run (4)
Another round for my dark companion
Another round for my dark companion
The great social issues mean less than nothing
To dimensional pests
On my tv screen
The view from here is crouded now
My doppelganger smiles at me
From across the room
Another round for my dark companion
Another round for my dark companion...
song performed by by Information Society
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Impact Of Education
A continuous, arduous endeavor for education
Can pull one out of the financial hardship, a curse
Helps him or her to push forward the next generation
To rush for knowledge power and poverty to crush
True education can make a person empowered with
Maturity, full of strength, noble quality, self dependence
Full of spirit, optimism, bright outlook, broad vision
Brave heart, full of virtue and art, full of self confidence
poem by Umaprosad Das
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Paperback
' dust at the side of the road '
the story writes itself
in however how many pages it may take
it can feel your pulse-rate rise
and enters through your skin
it is a very fine dust
slides easy off the page
then grain by grain by grain
it burrows deeper in
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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Cycles in Season
CYCLES IN SEASON
The grain, who'd reap life's golden grain
knows dust to dust's returned again,
though mortal flesh rots none impound
pure spirit risen, strength fresh found.
New found, to greet soul's season new,
scope springs again, hopes shall renew,
conceit that speeds humanity
grounds down needs through greed, vanity.
Profanity will seek full pound
of flesh before the clock’s unwound,
while wounded pride, vile greed for gain,
turns self-destructive 'gainst the grain.
Yet grain finds fertile soil. Long lain
awaiting stained-glass window pane
which cycle starts charts rich rebound
from dark profound to light recrowned.
18 June 1991 revised 14 December 2008
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previous title Circles in Season for previous version see below
Circles in Season
The grain, who reaps the golden grain
knows dust to dust’s returned again, -
though flesh may rot, one can’t impound
the spirit risen, strength new-found.
New found, to greet a season new,
strength springs again, hopes can renew,
but hopes that speed humanity
are ground down by its vanity.
Its vanity will seek full pound
of flesh before the clock’s unwound,
and wounded pride with greed for gain
agrees to go against the grain...
18 June 1991
© Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Grain Of Sand
I feel like Im walking on a mine
Im gonna leave it all behind
I feel like Im gaining my soul
While Im losing my mind
And I feel like I understand
And I feel like a grain of sand
Im gonna walk through that door
Im gonna see what its there for
cause all I ever want is your skin or your soul baby
But you couldnt give me either one of those
And I feel like I understand
And I feel like a grain of sand
And I feel like a grain of sand
You use to hold me like a flower
We used to talk for seven hours
I see the bigger picture now
And I feel like I understand
And I feel like a grain of sand
And I feel like a grain of sand
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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