Great thoughts and a pure heart, that is what we should ask from God.
quote by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
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My Thoughts
Thought in the eyes,
The ears.
Thought in mind,
The brain,
Thought in heart,
The soul.
Great thought is great
when it becomes great deeds.
With my thoughts within
Building my world within
Learning with thought;
Is great learning wisdom.
Learning without thought,
Is opportunity lost.
Thought for others
Thought for God
Thought for good
Thought for God’s blessing
Thoughts teach me,
Thoughts educate me,
Thoughts clarify me,
Thoughts enlighten me.
Thoughts make me wise
Thoughts make me patience
Thoughts make me trust others
Thoughts make me clam.
Thoughts before act
Is smart and wise
Act before thoughts
Is stupid and foolish
That’s my thoughts
They make thinking clear
They make belief deepen
They make confidence high.
In thoughts, my world
In my world, make my thoughts.
In thoughts, my words
In my words, make my speech
It’s my thoughts count
Counting my thoughts
To endless counting thoughts
Thinking the thoughts endlessly
My thoughts and thoughts again.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Heart Pure and Wide!
Heart Should be sure,
Nothing is perpetual,
Heart should be true and pure,
Neither the pain nor the happiness,
every thing is of short tenure,
May it be riches
Or it may be penury,
May it be a ailment or an injury,
Whatever acquired will go,
What ever required will follow,
He pays for our needs and we have to pay for our greed!
Galore of thoughts neither save,
Nor the penance and rituals,
Save us only our words and deeds!
Rhapsodical poesy or highflown behaviour can only be a harm,
Only thoughts of loving heart that flow like river the great,
Feeding all along the bank,
green green will be everywhere,
When fountain of love quench the thirst,
wonderful and beautiful will be,
The heart that is so wide,
Heart which is without pride,
When it is having nothing to hide,
Remains ever calm
without waves and tide!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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The Great Encounter
Fifteen minutes ago I was away,
Fourten minutes ago I was near,
I couldnt see the pictures clear,
Yet the vibrations I could hear,
My heart pounded with fear,
She was pure and ever dear,
It was fate I thought,
It was late I ought,
It was the great encounter
My heart was mud in boat,
Yet my fight was fed and caught,
My eyes did not deceive,
Wearing nice coats on my mind,
Trying to be the sweet guy always,
To please a woman I adore,
She stole my heart in minutes,
I couldnt steal her time even seconds,
My lost thoughts I thought she found,
Flowers and thorns, me and her
I met a friend, I cherished a friend
The great time, the great encounter
With linen shorts on resorts,
The wishes of a wondering man,
Hoping and waiting for the moment,
So long entrusted in the future,
Forged in the heart of a willing heart,
She never felt the same,
The thoughts of parallel minds,
Black and white, the art of a zebra
Mixed reactions and reacting mixtures,
Hoping and hoping, im waiting for you
The great encounter, so great in deed
The mirror showed me the visions,
Behind me you fashioned a foundation
Being a friend, texts without presence,
Avoiding clean with reasons,
It was pride, I knew it
She was clear, she proved it
Time will tell, but it might fail,
Waiting upon thee,
The great encounter
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Take Back the Virgin Page
Written on Returning a Blank Book
Take back the virgin page,
White and unwritten still;
Some hand, more calm and sage,
The leaf must fill.
Thoughts come, as pure as light
Pure as even you require;
But, oh! each word I write
Love turns to fire.
Yet let me keep the book:
Oft shall my heart renew,
When on its leaves I look,
Dear thoughts of you.
Like you, 'tis fair and bright;
Like you, too bright and fair
To let wild passion write
One wrong wish there.
Haply, when from those eyes
Far, far away I roam,
Should calmer thoughts arise
Towards you and home;
Fancy may trace some line,
Worthy those eyes to meet,
Thoughts that not burn, but shine,
Pure, calm, and sweet.
And as, o'er ocean far,
Seamen their records keep,
Led by some hidden star
Through the cold deep;
So may the words I write
Tell through what storms I stray --
You still the unseen light,
Guiding my way.
poem by Thomas Moore
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Premeditation Mantra
My mind can free itself
from any and all unwanted thoughts
My mind's proper place is to rest
in pure thoughtful space
God awaits my mind in the pure thoughts
of restful space
God will rescue my mind from restless
thoughts I cannot escape
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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White as Truth
i am a page of white
a space limited only by
the scope of your thoughts
you can write whatever you wish
onto me - the good, the bad, or the ugly
- provided they are from your heart,
truthful, innocent and pure as a white lily
you dont have to worry about me
let your thoughts flow like the breeze
i have enough space for you
to fill out all your fantasies
i am a page of black
you can write what you want
- the good, the bad, or the ugly -
provided they are really from
your heart, truthful, innocent
and pure as white lily
i have enough space for you to
fill out all your fantasies
just make sure your ink is white
so that it will shine as bright as truth
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Movements and Sounds
Can you hear that great and powerful sound
That brings shock to the earth and the sky?
There has never been anything so fierce.
I walk on this path seeing the grand journey
But have never heard anything so pure,
It gives a jolt to my heart and brings life.
When have you ever been so fulfilled in life
That your body aches at a simple sound?
The beating of my heart rings fast and pure,
My pounding chest reflects the living sky.
The clouds move swiftly, everlasting journey
To nowhere, they move so vividly fierce.
The wind sings its song, passionate and fierce.
The earth breathes her in and feels a new life.
Inhale and exhale, she’s on her journey
As the earth listens, taking in the sound
That shatters panes, coming from the black sky.
Still there is nothing that could be so pure.
But how can anyone say sounds are pure?
They scream and shout to the earth so fiercely,
Out of reach, elevated in the sky.
Yet, the screams exhilarate my small life
And I smile every time I hear the sound,
I move faster to fulfill my journey.
Step by step my shadow takes its journey
But it does not understand why the pure
Noise exhilarates. Shaken by the sound
Again, my heart stands strong and my bones fierce,
Holding the nerves and blood that brings me life
As my hands reach out toward the vast sky.
“I will cry out loudly, ” said the Sky
“To help your body move for your journey.
I am the great supplier of your life,
I am what makes this earth so calm and pure
Only with a whisper of this loud sound.”
Moving fast, wind and I one, run fiercely.
Hear the penetrating sound from the sky.
You become fierce each step of the journey
And feel ever pure as you welcome new life.
poem by Michelle Slaney
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My DNA Angel
I love how you know,
When I am always in pain,
I love how you see my DNA flow in me,
You are My DNA Angel too me,
Your eyes they shine,
Such a beautiful Hazel sight,
So bright and pure,
You are My DNA Angel,
Your short brown hair,
Is so soft to touch,
I love your smile,
Of every Angels thoughts,
DNA Angel,
Oh how I sub come to thee,
And oh how I dream,
Of being in your embrace again,
DNA Angel,
My heart beats for you,
When will you see that I was created for you?
My heart belongs to you,
DNA Angel,
You are strong and tall,
My every essence,
Was just made for you to only breathe,
DNA Angel,
So light and pure,
But even though you dress in black,
You'll never hurt a deer,
DNA Angel,
Please come fly too me,
I want you, I need you,
I need my angel's lips to breathe,
You are my DNA Angel! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Memory Of Me As A Poet,
memory of me as a poet,
My doleful soul need's the great memory of me as a poet,
The pure memory taught me of the spontaneous event's of life,
How creation gave me authority to reveal such a strong poetic verse,
I recited the poem in my mind only to realise the great motor memory,
But pure memory revealed all my past writing,
I can relive my past only by the memory of the great history,
Global memory took my mind to think of the great poet.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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B l u e s
no, it’s beyond words.
say a word your word
if you need,
death loss tears grief gone ever
it’s beyond all these
take them hold them
press them tear them
squeeze from them
the tears of things
tears at the heart of things
squeeze this pure pure liquid
from these from life itself
so pure it’s nameless
so pure it’s the being
of your being,
the truth of truth,
the beauty, of all the sadness
that ever,
so pure, so true
that never again;
so pure, it could be
joy or love or grace
wash in its purity
this is life
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A direct talk
You can talk directly without any perception
This theory has existed for thousands of years from inception
Kind and pure heart catch the impulse by telepathy
What else we need if we hear two words of sympathy
It is pure reflection in heart
It picks up the signal and start
The very straight path for salvation
With all the means for elation
It can win any adversary
It is not hypnotism or any magic
It has simple natural law
You act honest as you draw
It is said that magnetic field does exist
It has capacity to pull and insist
It can prevail upon others for definite views
This can be experienced by only few
Light travels faster than sound
This is how messages are sent all around
Human thoughts find same way to ravel
The message is conveyed and felt as real
The message is received from a friend the moment you think
You may wonder and think how it has happened and wink?
It is considered important that how honestly you feel about others?
The same way it is realized on other side too
It is not blind faith or wrong practice
In olden days it was very good device
The great thinkers used to convey through meditation
It was known as powerful knowledge with indication
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Sound Of Poetry!
God keeps a library up above
And there records Man’s thoughts on love!
The best are gentle, like a dove,
And warm and tender, like a glove...
I’ve heard that angels gather near,
Each time a writer sheds a tear...
Above his shoulders, thus to peer,
To read the words his heart holds dear!
Lord, let me write with this in mind!
Please stir my heart until I find
New thoughts with wisdom underlined
And God-blessed visions, pure and kind...
Resplendent rhythms set in rhyme!
Lyrical lines, like steps to climb!
Exquisite thoughts compressed in time!
Together, evermore sublime!
Let sacred souls find ecstasy
In Christian verse of Cavalry!
Lord, bid me write... yet hear my plea...
God bless the sound of poetry!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Matins, Or Morning Prayer
When with the virgin morning thou dost rise,
Crossing thyself come thus to sacrifice;
First wash thy heart in innocence; then bring
Pure hands, pure habits, pure, pure every thing.
Next to the altar humbly kneel, and thence
Give up thy soul in clouds of frankincense.
Thy golden censers fill'd with odours sweet
Shall make thy actions with their ends to meet.
poem by Robert Herrick
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Hail to you gods, on that day of the great reckoning. Behold me, I have come to you, without sin, without guilt, without evil, without a witness against me, without one whom I have wronged. I am one pure of mouth, pure of hands.
Blest are the pure in heart
Blest are the pure in heart,
For they shall see our God;
The secret of the Lord is theirs;
Their soul is Christ’s abode.
The Lord, Who left the heavens
Our life and peace to bring,
To dwell in lowliness with men
Their Pattern and their King.
Still to the lowly soul
He doth Himself impart;
And for His dwelling and His throne
Chooseth the pure in heart.
Lord, we Thy presence seek;
May ours this blessing be;
Give us a pure and lowly heart,
A temple meet for Thee.
poem by John Keble
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Being Used
So many thoughts
so hard to control
i guess wondering
has really taken it's toll
killing myself slowly
with these thoughts unsure
I've lost everything i am
no longer am i pure
i am no longer strong, i am weak
death haunts me quietly
into my thoughts he peaks
pissed off and lonely
sad and confused
i guess it all was true
when they said i was being used
poem by Paddy Jansen
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I Am The Most Marginalized
I am,
The most marginalized
The most obscure
Though I am the king
Of my heart pure
Live in a place
Poor of the poorest
What will you do,
With my photo and face?
I my self dislike most
I have a life most deprived
Though I am the king
Of my mind diamond
What will you do,
With my thoughts and ideas
My self I have no clue
I am the most cornered
Though I write poetry
People do not care
As I have low birth
And Cursed destiny!
I am most neglected
Though I have a soul
As pure as rose
No one cares to love
As I have no fortune
And a good physique
Every one hates to give a look
What a life! WHAT a bad luck!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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The great temptation
A sudden increase of pulse rate,
The unusual and uncalculated reaction,
A mystified set of uncertain emotion,
Seeing her moving across the junction,
My mind in stale and dysfunction,
It approached, the great temptation
She walked like a cherubic queen,
Her face so pure and fine,
I could imagine,
I lost focus and beacame immune,
Am I dreaming or otherwise,
It approached, the great temptation
I was tempted to talk,
Tempted to touch,
Tempted to hold,
Tempted to kiss,
The great temptation
By undefined means I overcame,
She was pure yet I overcame,
The realisation of a man,
It was the great temptation
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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If It Is God’s Will
If it is God’s will
I shall write out
a few thoughts
thoughts upon issues
which melt
once thick pristine ice caps
so frozen so white so pure
why drill risk
oil spill in paradise?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hail to you gods, on that day of the great reckoning. Behold me, I have come to you, without sin, without guilt, without evil, without a witness against me, without one whom I have wronged. I am one pure of mouth, pure of hands.
in The Book of the Dead
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