The Way of Heaven does not compete, And yet it skillfully achieves victory. It does not speak, and yet it skillfully responds to things. It comes to you without your invitation.
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Accademia Dei Solinghi
KANTATE IHR VOELKER HOERT
IT is her alone
Now singing
Her lonely song
As though
She is on a very
High tower
On a very
High mountaintop.
WHAT I admire
most is her skill
Of singing
Solitude as though
It is a common
Piece
That any maiden
Of the town
Can sing
and
Sing it well.
A perfect voice
Of solitude
Singing
Alleluia
Alleluia
The God
On High
Shall come
And the
Bride must
Be ready
for the
God-groom
She sings so
Skillfully
And the mountains
And valleys and
All the people
Of the town
Listen and
They cannot
Tell what time
Is it because
All they do
Is listen to
Her as she
sings
Skillfully the
song of solitude
I too was sleepless
I learned the art
Of simply be
Myself
of simply
Be
in solitude
Unknown
to all
She sings
Because she
Is sleepy
and
She did not
Believe
in the
Power of solitude
In fact
what she
Really
believed
In and
what made
Her sing is
The power
of
Her song
It was
her
Projection
Of solitude
Which they
Really mistook
as
solitude
Her song
May be about
Solitude
She was not.
she was not really
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He only seems to me to live, and to make proper use of life, who sets himself some serious work to do, and seeks the credit of a task well and skillfully performed.
Only Way
I will break
Lies and untruth I shall speak
Care no one
Honor no one
Respect to be far away
Arrogance only way
I have wealth
Now young with good health
I can make you down
Blame not own
Big name in town
From one city to other always flown
I am successful
My words are laws and forceful
I use it always but skillfully
Sometimes look gentleman but always unruly
Let me suffer at the end but who cares
Life is spent in with style and who dares
I do whatever I like and think of today
It is the only option with me to find the way
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Corporate Love
blanked spritely
for foaming together
fathomed skillfully
for flaming another
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Sonnet: The Road to Heaven is Quite Easy for the Righteous!
The righteous souls have God as friend and guide;
He clears the hurdles coming on their way;
There is no fear for them with God beside;
Much skillfully, He holds devils at bay.
Faith drives the upright souls towards Heaven;
Their eyes discern the dangers lurking them;
They do their duty in time God-given;
God will reward them with His diadem.
God helps them reach their destination right;
There is no turning back when God directs;
God is the beckoning force and divine light;
Man’s earthly whims and fancies, God rejects.
Their road to Heaven isn’t so difficult;
The grace of God becomes their catapult!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-1-2006
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Lines on London
They once in wilderness did ride
On beast with horn and shaggy hide-
A savage goat or unicorn,
But now parade in uniform ;
As gay as ancient Knight or Lord,
With their grand plumes, and belt and swords.
Their graceful movements at their drill
Doth all with admiration fill,
And the chief glory it was won
By the encampment of London ;
For they at every tournament
For drill are the chief ornament.
So skillfully they sword do wield,
Victorious on every field ;
For victory's graven on their shield
Doth make their rivals for to yield ;
Drill companies they out maneuver
From Newfoundland to Vancouver.
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Haggard Zen of Eden 1833
Before the burning Bush retires
Using excuse of rocket fires
Strategic realpolitic
Has acted with the wish to pick
First strike, stakes hiking. One admires
Ideal excuses which find buyers
Reminding that through thin and thick
External trappings weave war's wires
So skillfully to suit desires.
(4 January 2009)
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It is better for a woman to compete impersonally in society, as men do, than to compete for dominance in her own home with her husband, compete with her neighbors for empty status, and so smother her son that he cannot compete at all.
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On Human Life on Earth
My arms are not just long enough;
My legs are never swift;
And what matters in men is, Oh,
The grey-mater- God’s gift!
There is an inherent reward
In things of earthly mould;
There’s too innate punishment-card
That comes from God untold!
This is the paradox of life
For men who come from mud;
Men’s decisions are fraught with strife;
They do more harm than good.
The more the frontiers of earth’s science
Advance in many fields,
Man better keep his conscience
In all the things he deals!
Although men may achieve much things,
And God made man for that,
Success in life is what God brings;
Man is God’s mere door-mat!
No matter how much shrewd man be,
He never can outdo,
His Creator more skillfully,
But, God’s Will, he must woo!
When man has reached the far-limit
Of earthly senses, thence,
To further science, he is unfit:
His quest for God begins!
However great a man may be,
Mother Nature’s the best;
When time is spend more wastefully,
Man fails God’s earthly Test!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-25-1999
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Invitation
I received your invitation;
sorry I will not be there.
After loving you for so long,
it would be too much to bear.
As the invitation slips through my fingers,
I remember how your love slipped away,
so I am sending back you invitation,
the invitation for your wedding day.
I don’t think you will miss me,
as he will be holding you tight.
I will only bring back bad memories
and you wouldn’t want them tonight,
so I am sending back your invitation,
the invitation for your wedding day.
For my dearest darling
it is the only and best way.
(Written in the 1960’s exact date unknown)
poem by David Harris
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Diary of a Nine Day Poet
Today (Day 1) I writed stuff I thort was pritty neet
I wanna do this poet shit, so that I can complete
Today (Day 2) I wroted tings I thawt was really neat
I one ta do these poem stuff just so I can compete
Today (Day 3) I wroted down some things I thawt was neat
I want to do some poet stuff just so I can compete
Today (Day 4) I wrote some things I thought was pretty neat
I want to do some poetry just so as I’ll compete
Today (Day 5) I’ve written things I think are fairly neat
I want to write poetically so that I can compete
Today (Day 6) I’m writing verse that is a poets treat
Expressing so poetically; you really can’t compete
Today (Day 7) One is just the best that one can be
I’m thinking other lesser folk should focus just on me
Today (Day 8) I give critique whilst looking down my nose
“One shouldn’t stand illiteracy – Does really one suppose”
Today (Day 9) Ones course is done, one writes on this and that
One’s still unread but now one wears a cloak and silk cravat
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There is room in my womb
It was within a young virgins' womb
that the Son of God was given room.
Because Mary the angel believed
and through the Holy Spirit conceived.
For this Child was the Long Promised One
Who came to earth as Gods' Only Son.
Formed so skillfully and wonderfully
fully man and God this great mystery
God incomprehensibly had become
formed by His Spirit in the virgin womb.
Incomparably pure and unstained
Deity in a body contained.
A Tree At Bedtime
A tree is a blade, not on my ladder
But on my bed in my bedroom to last
For the days and nights and forever.
To skillfully admire one's thought you
Must ponder tonight on the reality
Of birds and blades of danger so you cry.
Must we create a story to the beds and sofas
To live along the lives of all the people
Who rest and cry and lament for all time.
The tree tomorrow and nextdoor is polite
To me and all of the excitement has ruined,
The alacrity of the giant plant is unknown.
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Motivated Immediately
I like it when it is perceived of me,
I am reluctant to compete.
Although I am not one to solicit competitions,
I had been secretly chosen as the one to beat.
Perhaps it is in my appearance?
Or the way I was born to speak.
Who knows what goes on,
In the minds of those who choose to compete.
But when I am the one selected,
Something comes over me!
I am fulfilled and motivated immediately,
With such incredible energy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Philhellene
Make sure the engraving is done skillfully.
The expression serious, majestic.
The diadem preferably somewhat narrow:
I don't like that broad kind the Parthians wear.
The inscription, as usual, in Greek:
nothing excessive, nothing pompous—
we don't want the proconsul to take it the wrong way:
he's always nosing things out and reporting back to Rome—
but of course giving me due honor.
Something very special on the other side:
some discus-thrower, young, good-looking.
Above all I urge you to see to it
(Sithaspis, for God's sake don't let them forget)
that after "King" and "Savior,"
they engrave "Philhellene" in elegant characters.
Now don't try to be clever
with your "where are the Greeks?" and "what things Greek
here behind Zagros, out beyond Phraata?"
Since so many others more barbarian than ourselves
choose to inscribe it, we will inscribe it too.
And besides, don't forget that sometimes
sophists do come to us from Syria,
and versifiers, and other triflers of that kind.
So we are not, I think, un-Greek.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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