The dog was created specially for children. He is a god of frolic.
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The dog was created especially for children. He is the God of frolic.
quote by Henry Ward Beecher
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Yes Yes
when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.
Submitted by .eve.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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My beautiful jewel
My beautiful jewel, adorable creation of Gods image A lady created on Sunday with special features and accomplishment of great value The reason God created you on Sunday is to give you finishing touches with special effect and design The artistically design created is non compared to some other ladies i have seen around the world When you look at the north pole and even south pole, you are specially identified in the mist of million of people, even when darkness overshadow the earth Without any iota of doubt in my mind if i call you the paragon of esteem beauty i am not mistaken You are more than a thousand miss world placed together in my heart which is not an exaggeration
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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When the honey-dew clings to leaves
When the honey-dew clings to leaves,
when butterflies are kissing flowers,
when every morning
there is something new and fresh to observe,
when the Godly presence
does something secret to man
and then I know that you my Darling
was specially created for me
and it's as if I find new joy
when daily I wander like a child.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Life Just Ended
Person's life was just ended
As it was not avoided
He lacked strength and will
But what prompted him to kill?
It is just suicidal tendency
Not blessed by almighty
We have no right to end
We are specially sent
With failure in examination test
Students end life by forgetting the rest
What if one had little set back?
Why to put entire life at stake?
Farmers end life with failure of monsoon
As if life was not to be restored and soon
What has happened to the father of the land?
Why do they want to be bad children of motherland?
Parents end life with bad experience
Children fail to serve them at insistence
Why do they want such unbearable tragic end?
Is there no other way to utilize life and mend?
New bride is burnt to death for the want of the dowry?
Life is ended because someone else has failed to feel sorry
Where are we heading for in civilized society?
Why have we forgotten the creator and o, almighty?
Parents pray and ask for lovely kid's presence
Home should be filled without their absence
Why unwanted scene should be created?
When life is meant to be struggled and re-created
Suicide or ending of life is no answer
What happens if rain fails to deliver shower?
What if harvest fails due to no rain?
Life, death, joy and sadness come in form of chain
It is precious gift no one can deny
We must strive, work hard and try
We should know the capacity and then spread
Else it may utter failure and you will be dead
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Holiday Guest
this holiday guest has so many names he uses
and i begin to wonder why.
and yet everyone says
he's one wonderful guy.
he brings presents to most children
and occasionally an adult or two.
and if you ask him why?
he says its something that he must do.
he receives letters from all over the world
thanking him for all he's done.
but! he lets them all know
that he's not the only one.
now! we are adults and parents
and we also were children
a long time ago.
we would jump and dance
and frolic in the snow.
we always had to wait for
this holiday guest to arrive.
but we had to be in bed
before a certain time.
he was a short fat man
with a beard as white as snow
which made his cheeks red
and created such a glow.
he always wore red pajamas
with a red cap to match
and a wide black belt
with a large buckle latch.
he always searched for milk and cookies
to have before he left.
for this was the one thing
that suited his stomach best.
the world has used all his names
but the one he likes the most
is the one that was given to him
by the FATHER, SON AND HOLY GHOST.
now who do you think this
holiday guest can be
for he is always dressed in red.
and you never see him
because you're sent to bed.? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
poem by Louis Rams
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Candy Lady
Candy lady keep selling the candies to the children here at home
Because the children here at home loves to buy candy
Specially from you everyday here at home
Candy lady the candies that you sell to the children taste just like Heaven to them
poem by Aldo Kraas
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I attended a very small junior high and specially in the end that became a disaster. The principal was pretty senile and a drunk, so the children more or less runned the school.
quote by Jonathan Brandis
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Abuse
How terrible it be, when children suffer
When parents repeat abuse done them
Specially harsh when no one offers buffer
As flower of innocence is torn from stem
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Only once in one's lifetime
when i die the physique
would be like a country
i had visited, savoured
all its its cultures, tastes,
nooks and corners, foibles,
dos and donts
the physique is
one country one
should experience
to to the full since
one would only visit it
once in a lifetime
then like it is
created specially for us,
its air will be exhaust,
and one would has just
to leave, to give it rest
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Hills Are Alive
The hills are alive in Jesus’ hand
Thriving valleys that understand
God’s creation! Their lives they give
Praising Christ, through whom they live
Praise is heard in a summer breeze
Offered by leaves on rustling trees
Skylark and sparrow join in song
Hear! God’s children all year long
The sun will rise vanquishing haze
The tallest mountains bring forth praise
A babbling brook gurgles in prayer
Listen God’s children all said there
Fox cubs yapping chasing their tails
Red deer frolic deep in the vales
Ripe corn dancing in waves of gold
See God’s children His hand handwork unfold
Trees become naked waiting the snow
Stags in the distance calling the doe
Christ creator of this fair land
Marvel God’s children at Jesus’ hand
Grass white with frost snow on the peak
Rabbits seek cover great eagles shriek
Squirrels seek nuts to store in trees
Wonder God’s children at sight as these
Sheep in the hills birthing their lambs
Beavers busy repairing dams
All were created with loving care
Through the love of Christ to share…….
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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Ode to God
HE created the sky
to protect us...
HE created the Sun
to warm our souls...
HE created the stars
to follow our dreams...
HE created the moon for us,
not to get lost,
and to illuminate
the road to...HIM!
poem by Viorel Vintila
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God created the first man, whom he called Adam. Then God created a woman, whom ho named Eve; and this man and woman were given the power from Jehovah God to reproduce their kind, that is to say, to cause conception and birth of children.
quote by Joseph Franklin Rutherford
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The First Lady
She is
A white pigeon
With brown hair
She loves reading
She loves culture
And cultured people
That's why
All cultured people
Of the world
Love her
More
In Egypt
We love her
More
and more
When she talks
Specially
When she talks
To children
Mother
Of Egyptian children
God bless her....
poem by Eman Elbadawi
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Man Is Especially Special!
Man is something special,
Man has something special!
Man thinks special,
And finds something special,
His smile and laugh are special
And this made him more social.
Man's heart is special,
And always feels special!
Man feels pain and happiness,
Not only of him, but also of others
Man acts and does something special!
So he learnt to fly high, live simple,
Think high
and dive deep
Man is potential,
as he is learner,
Man is potential and can be good teacher!
Man is inventor,
Man is discoverer!
Man is developer,
And man is engineer!
Man is special, as he is a dreamer,
Man is special because,
He can correct himself!
Man became more a man
As he more and more became human,
Man is special, as he is social and cultural,
Man is an artist,
as he able to express
Man is special, as he can understand,
Man can Play, plays and games,
Man is special, as man can be sportive!
Man is special, as man can discuss
Man can be channel
For flow of knowledge.
Man is special, always curious to learn,
Man is special in imaginations!
Man is special, he looked far into space,
Man is special, he looks deep into his own!
Man is special, he sets a special eye in space,
Man is special, he can open his third eye to look into own,
Man is special, he can see flaws in himself,
Man is special, as he can see with a clear vission!
Man is special, and he thinks he is specially created by God,
And idea of God seems his own imaginations!
Man is so special, his imaginations and works become true,
He guessed his creator,
And with special care he became special creation on his own,
Because he is a special,
Specially created by the creator, with a special care,
Man is special and said 'Truth is a faithless land, yet all paths lead to the truth here, where Truth manifested efficiently, and blossomed with all beauty and fragrance, in Man's heart only!
The truth of all is same the consciousness, the awareness and its purpose made man Special among all creations!
Man is man
Man can be human
And man can realise he is divine
Man is so special, man can be God,
Man can be demon,
Man can be one with his ancestor, man can be the potentially divine!
So man is esspecially,
So special,
Man is extraordinarily special divine social and naturally the proud son of nature!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Heaven Created The Galaxies
Heaven created the galaxies and the stars
Heaven created who you are.
Heaven created all that you see
even the emptiness in you in me.
Heaven created from thought form
heaven created the electric storm.
Heaven created you and me
so that we could create to
to bring joy and glee.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 31,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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In The Name Of The Children
While chilling one Saturday at home
My door was darkened
By a pair of campaign workers
As they explained their candidate’s position
Which I vehemently disagreed with
They hit me with the big one
In the Name of the children
In the name of the children
Has been evoked hundreds of times
By disingenuous people
Trying to infiltrate and pollute my mind
I think about
What all mankind is done to children
Over Hundreds of years with their stratagems
In the name of the children
They have closed down factories and offices
Escorted moms and dads from premises like criminals
Created wars and limited incursions, leaving children
Fatherless, motherless, homeless and with less
In the name of the children
They exploit their names without shame
Spend their money with impunity
Cut back on school learning programs
And blamed it on them for wanting to learn
All, In the name of the children
So I implore these bottom feeders
In the name of the father, Son and Holy Spirit
To really do something positive for the children
In the name of their own salvation
poem by Murphy Payne
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We Are Love
True love does not love us for what we do.
We are not our mistakes.
We are not our jobs.
True love loves us for who we are.
We are children,
We are mothers,
We are fathers,
We are grandparents,
We are friends,
We are family.
What we do does not define us.
What we become as a result does.
We learn of love from life.
A life that is always changing.
Never consistent,
But always persistent.
It was not life that created love.
It was love that created life.
To find love, we must seek the source.
The creator.
It is He that is love that created love.
From love and out of love.
Always in love,
With the love of His love.
That love is you.
That love is me.
Now that you know.
You can become.
What you were always destined to be.
For we are who we are,
We are simply love,
And love alone.
If we are love,
Then that is what we do.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Shield
they call him god
they call him father
they call to him so high above
but god has gone
the pain was just to strong
to see his children forsake him
as they fought war after war
using his name as a shield
these children he did create
full of love and hope
a father wished to know
but laughter turned to screams
his image he made them in
his love he gave them
the children he created
those he called to he
he had a choice
end it all
or walk away
cause the pain was to much
to see his children hurt
as they killed and as they
tore through the lands
of brothers and sisters
with such savagery
so god has gone
his heart does break
at leaving behind these
children of his still at war
using his name as shield
poem by Graham Russell
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Of course, I also gave him the ineffable pleasures of pipe smoking. And no children, because when this character was created I did not yet have the four children I later had. I must add I also gave him a certain taste for food.
quote by Georges Simenon
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