The great Creator to revereMust sure become the creatureBut still the preaching cant forbear,And ev'n the rigid featureYet ne'er with wits profane to rangeBe complaisance extendedAn atheist laugh's a poor exchangeFor deity offended.
quote by Robert Burns
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Epistle To A Young Friend
I lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend,
A something to have sent you,
Tho' it should serve nae ither end
Than just a kind momento:
But how the subject-theme may gang,
Let time and change determine;
Perhaps it may turn out a sang:
Perhaps turn out a sermon.
Ye'll try the world soon my lad;
And, Andrew dear, believe me,
Ye'll find mankind an unco squad,
And muckle they may grieve ye.
For care and trouble set your thought,
Ev'n when your end's attained;
And a' your views may come to nought,
Where ev'ry nerve is strained.
I'll no say, men are villains a';
The real, harden'd wicked,
What hae nae check but human law,
Are to a few restricked;
But, och! mankind are unco weak,
An' little to be trusted;
If self the wavering balance shake,
It's rarely right adjusted!
Yet they wha fa' in fortune's strife,
Their fate we shouldna censure;
For still, th'important end of life
They equally may answer;
A man may hae in honest heart,
Tho' poortith hourly stare him;
A man may tak a neibor's part,
Yet hae nae cash to spare him.
Aye free, aff-han', your story tell,
When wi' a bosom crony;
But still keep something to yoursel',
Ye scarcely tell to ony:
Conceal yoursel' as weel's ye can
Frae critical dissection;
But keek thro' ev'ry other man,
Wi' sharpen'd, sly inspection.
The sacred lowe o' well-plac'd love,
Luxuriantly indulge it;
But never tempt th' illicit rove,
Tho' naething should divulge it:
I waive the quantum o' the sin,
The hazard of concealing;
But, och! it hardens a' within,
And petrifies the feeling!
To catch dame Fortune's golden smile,
Assiduous wait upon her;
And gather gear by ev'ry wile
That's justified by honour;
Not for to hide it in a hedge,
Nor for a train attendant;
But for the glorious privilege
Of being independent.
The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip,
To haud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel your honour grip,
Let that aye be your border;
Its slightest touches, instant pause-
Debar a' side-pretences;
And resolutely keep its laws,
Uncaring consequences.
The great Creator to revere,
Must sure become the creature;
But still the preaching cant forbear,
And ev'n the rigid feature:
Yet ne'er with wits profane to range,
Be complaisance extended;
An atheist-laugh's a poor exchange
For Deity offended!
When ranting round in pleasure's ring,
Religion may be blinded;
Or if she gie a random sting,
It may be little minded;
But when on life we're tempest-driv'n-
A conscience but a canker,
A correspondence fix'd wi' Heav'n,
Is sure a noble anchor!
Adieu, dear, amiable youth!
Your heart can ne'er be wanting!
May prudence, fortitude, and truth,
Erect your brow undaunting!
In ploughman phrase, ``God send you speed,''
Still daily to grow wiser;
And may ye better reck the rede,
Than ever did th' adviser!
poem by Robert Burns
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Wellington
Great captain if you will! great Duke! great Slave!
Great minion of the crown! - but a great man
He was not! He? the iron instrument
Of mere authority! the atheist
Of a conventional and most earthy duty!
To whom the powers that be were simply not
Of God-but in His stead! Shall we belie
All righteous instinct and profane all truth,
By calling great a man without a soul?
One who, apart from the despotic wills
Of crowned oppressors, knew no right, no wrong.
No faith, no country, and no brotherhood?
If such a man were great, may God most High
Spare henceforth to our universal race
All greatness, seeing it may sometimes be
A rigid, kindiess battlement of Power
Self throned and sanctioned only by the sword.
And if' as Englishmen are proud to boast,
He was their greatest countryman-alas!
For England's national sterility!
But they who thus belaud him, lie, as all
True patriots most feelingly perceive.
Besides, he was not England's son at all:
He was an Irishman, with whom the name
Of Ireland was a scoff! An Irishman,
Who for a hireling's meed and ministry,
Could tear away from his inhuman heart
The pleading image of his native land.
poem by Charles Harpur
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Deity
You want a deity?
Come
Pickup a stone or wood log
Have some sindur
Have some flowers
Have some agarbati
Light wick
Deity formed.
Worship it.
Your deity is
Ready to give you
What you want.
Pray before the deity
With heart and soul.
The deity never
Try to and never
Done anything
That would put loss.
It is you to decide
How far you believe
On your deity
How far you have
Trust on Him.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Is that creator in you?
Let their sun rise to them from our west,
Let the doubtful ignorance be cleared as the mist,
Let the program on every chip be our tips,
Let our people wake up in pleasant hand shake.
The old civilizations and new world in Pacific Ocean,
The same old genes of first generation peaceful human,
The chart of nomenclature with variant faith, dream and color,
under the great grand name of Human, the creator.
The creator of the fire for the food,
The creator of tools for the growth,
The creator of mechanics for the transport,
The creator of electricity for the comfort,
The creator of magnificent diodes,
The creator of tiny humble chips,
The creator of laptop and internet,
The creator of wars based on faith,
The creator of ignorance,
To destroy all these intelligence.
Let the creator of peace in you evolve,
to teach the destroyers who revolve,
to reach those hearts that tremble,
Let us have the peace that triumphs.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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An Atheist believes that a hospital should be built instead of a church. An atheist believes that deed must be done instead of prayer said. An atheist strives for involvement in life and not escape into death. He wants disease conquered, poverty vanished, war eliminated.
quote by Madalyn Murray O'Hair
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As it is the characteristic of great wits to say much in few words, so small wits seem to have the gift of speaking much and saying nothing.
quote by Francois de La Rochefoucauld
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Do not suppose, dearest Sir, that I am so short-sighted as to destroy my life by English preaching, or any other preaching. St. Paul did much good by his preaching, but how much more by his writings.
quote by Henry Martyn
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Profane!
Profane pastors,
Profane preachers,
Profane prophets and priests!
For, they have failed to tell the people the truth;
And, they fill their pockets with money! !
As, they leave my people with no honey.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Go Cut Creator Go
[LL Cool J]
1, 2, 3 'o' clock 4 'o' clock ROCK
5, 6, 7 'o' clock 8 'o' clock ROCK
9, 10, 11 'o' clock 12 'o' clock ROCK
Gonna ROCK (What?) ROCK, ROCK around the clock
Three years ago in St. Albans, Queens
I was rockin at a park called one eighteen
Little kids stood and watched as I rocked the spot
Didn't know that years later I'll be standin on top
Livin near Farmers Boulevard I was born and base-shaw
Stopped the rich and shaked hands with the poor
And this is a story about a brother I know
Cut Creator on the fader no watch him go
[Chorus]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
[LL Cool J]
When back in the days before I clocked some dough
I used to go to the show and sit in the front row
Hopin and prayin one day I'll get on the road
So I had a feeler and a summer and I meet when I'm stoned
Not fearin a thought, got stung like a horse
Don't make fun of my posse, cause each man is a boss
When his only damn way to pull a jam out the crate
One time for your mind
Check out the guitar break
[Chorus]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
[LL Cool J]
This jam just wasn't enough for Jimmy Hendrix to see
He could do lessons of mixin take you under his wing
Straight from the heart cause it ain't the money that we came here for
Ain't no thoughts in the room ain't breakin no roles
And in the Rock 'n' Roll land, a big strivin plan
Just my posse learn the vocals what little they had
It's all about us three: Eve, Phil & Jay
He heard Cut Creator cut now check it out to play
[Chorus]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
[LL Cool J]
Rock, rock y'all check out the funky cut
It's like travellin through time to the straight cats strut
Cuts are slicker than Grease needle as sharp as a knife
We'll be do doin the doo for the rest of the lines
Wanna piece of the action, it's time to party, get up
Not a subway bummy singer puttin change in a cup
Wanna see you boogie, oogie jumpin up and down
Bitin your livin hold your breath until we come to your town
L-L-C-O-O-L-J-I-S-H-A-R-D-A-S
Cut Creator cut the record for me
[Chorus with LL in the background sayin "Cut it"]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
L-L-C-O-O-L-J-I-S-H-A-R-D-A-S
["Cut it" in background]
Go, go, go, go, ahh, go
[Chorus with LL in the background sayin "Cut it"]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
L-L-C-O-O-L-J-I-S-H-A-R-D-A-S-H-E-L-L
song performed by by LL Cool J
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The One God
A God of mercy
A God of kindness
A God who Is Love
He Is my own
A God so magnificent
A God of graciousness
The Holy One
Who walketh In Righteousness
Thank You for the privilege
Of seeing Your creation
Everyday I live to glorify You
Cos everyday is a gift from You
A God who gave His Son
A God who is concerned about every detail of my life
A God who loves my family
A God who is always there for me...
My Father In Heaven
He Is the One
The Creator of the glorious Angels
The Creator of the beautiful flowers
The Creator of the oceans and seas
The Creator of the lovely hills
The Creator of all precious creatures
The Creator of me
The Only True God
And there is none other than Him
All knowing
All Powerful
Declaring the end from the beginning
How Great Thou Art
Master of the winds
Calmer of the storms
Healer of the sick
Provider for the needy
Sustainer of the widow
Father of the orphan
The Great I Am That I Am
His Name Is JEHOVAH
The creator of the heavens and earth
I worship You through Your Son
Jesus Christ
Who gave His Life
To give me Life
All because You loved me
Thanks, Glory and Honour be to You
Through Christ Your Son, Our Lord, Amen..
poem by Ifeanyi Eze
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Atheist & Theist
No atheist all are theist
Every man has trust to his self
to trust own self
or thyself is the trust of God
Atheist is one kind of fashion
Atheist want separation by other ideology
but to trust his self or thyself
No controversy with atheist and theist
All are trust his self is believe in God
God stay every where
but God throne is made in human self
Whose wish is God Wish
Whose think is God think
Whose talk is God talk
Whose act is God atc
whose head is God head.....
All believers are theist
poem by Mashiur Rahman
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Each one somehow thrives.
Each deity has some devotees,
Some of whom might be well off,
and ascribe their getting fortunes
To the grace of that deity and feed it.
So every deity is fed; so is the priest
18.01.2003, Ariakkudi.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You Wont Be The Only One Doing It
You remind me,
Of a friend...
I have never had,
Ever before!
'I'm glad.
That's good to hear.'
That's a relief.
I thought you would be offended,
If I to you admitted this.
There is 'something' about you,
I can not quite put my finger on.
'Why would I be offended? '
Well...
It feels as if I am being punished,
For some reason.
And I pray for answers to come,
To help me understand what it is I've done.
'I know you are joking? '
Yeah!
You have no idea,
How big of a joke I feel this is.
Feel free to laugh anytime you want to.
You wont be the only one doing it,
I'm sure!
'Why are you upset,
That I tell everyone...
What you tell me?
Isn't that what friends are for? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He was an embittered atheist, the sort of atheist who does not so much disbelieve in God as personally dislike Him.
quote by George Orwell
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I am an atheist, and if an atheist and a pope think the same things, there must be something true. There must be some human truth that is beyond religion.
quote by Oriana Fallaci
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The First To Be Involved
I am here!
Not to appease.
To then leave feeling guilt if I don't.
I am here,
To be who it is I am.
And any adjustments I have to make,
My Creator will be the first to be involved.
And please...
Do not be offended by my admitting to this.
It's just what I know for me to be true.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Couplets on Wit
I
But our Great Turks in wit must reign alone
And ill can bear a Brother on the Throne.
II
Wit is like faith by such warm Fools profest
Who to be saved by one, must damn the rest.
III
Some who grow dull religious strait commence
And gain in morals what they lose in sence.
IV
Wits starve as useless to a Common weal
While Fools have places purely for their Zea.
V
Now wits gain praise by copying other wits
As one Hog lives on what another sh---.
VI
Wou'd you your writings to some Palates fit
Purged all you verses from the sin of wit
For authors now are so conceited grown
They praise no works but what are like their own.
poem by Alexander Pope
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Accepted By The Creator
Read your Bible again and learn from the truth,
For most of the great men accepted by our Creator had many wives;
But, why was it so?
For the Creator who made all things knows better.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To One Persuading A Lady To Marriage
Forbear, bold youth; all 's heaven here,
And what you do aver
To others courtship may appear,
'Tis sacrilege to her.
She is a public deity;
And were 't not very odd
She should dispose herself to be
A petty household god?
First make the sun in private shine
And bid the world adieu,
That so he may his beams confine
In compliment to you:
But if of that you do despair,
Think how you did amiss
To strive to fix her beams which are
More bright and large than his.
poem by Katherine Philips
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Deity
Eyes open
Empty as halos
He comes for me
Deity
Help- whats the matter?
Looking for someone?
He comforts me
Deity
Resurrection
Coming in stereo
If you say so
He comes for me
Lets pray
To tv divinity
He covets me
Deity
Resurrection
Coming in stereo
If you say so
Deity
Resurrection
Coming in stereo
If you say so
song performed by by Ministry
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