I think I was always subconsciously driven by an attempt to restate that faith and to show where it was properly grounded, how it grew out of what a great many young men on both sides felt and believed and were brave enough to do.
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Faithing
Belief and Faith come naked from the night
having no origins,
no obvious intents.
They fasten themselves onto the loving heart
and providing it the nourishment
nothing else abides.
So how can you believe what you cannot see
what is so much against the odds, they said.
But all great things Faith says were deemed
impossible at the beginning.
There was Edison, computers, religion itself
all would have been doomed if the initiators
believed those that said they were not possible.
But possible they were because of that slender thread
that said
'No matter what they think,
I will try to make my dream
come real.'
'No matter those that say
nothing is possible
I will take up my faith in me and others who
also dream in tandem
and we will show
that
all miracles and great things
begin in simple faith and belief
that something new can be
and is possible.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I May Get Misty Eyed
I could never be inspired with this motivation,
Without you.
I could never attempt to reach to heights...
Once believed out of my own sight,
Without you.
And I may get misty eyed,
When thoughts of you in my life...
Gets next to me.
And I may show moods of attitude,
If you...
I feel I don't please.
And I wish I could say, 'What's love got to do with it? '
But it has been the love you've given to me...
Is all I need.
I could never be inspired with this motivation,
Without you.
I could never attempt to reach to heights...
Once believed out of my own sight,
Without you.
And I may show moods of attitude,
If you...
I feel I don't please.
Since it has been you,
And who you are...
That feeds my need.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Birds Nest
Have you not seen the bird
flying far, again and again
collecting straws to weave a nest-
a home- for its young ones to be.
As eggs are hatched
out come the young
chirping or crying, to be fed,
the bird flies again, and again
collecting grains
to feed the young
who cannot fly
It chews the grain but does not swallow
beak to beak it feeds young fellow
caressingly and lovingly
so all are fed properly.
Young get wings, by and by:
and coaxed by the mother bird;
attempt to fly.
Then suddenly one day
the young one flies far away
It knows not where: and
The nest gets barren,
Lonely...
The bird DOES NOT GRIEVE
OR DOES IT
We humans, we do not know.
By Faith By: Cay Thorne
By faith we are loved –
By those who care for us.
By faith we have a heart –
To love everything and everyone.
By faith we can show virtue and enlightenment –
To those who need to be enlightened.
By faith we live within peace –
Especially during time of war.
By faith we have courage –
To do something brave and heroic.
By faith we face discrimination –
In every form there is under the sun with gusto and understanding.
By faith we can do wonders –
Beyond any means needed.
By faith we can do anything –
That we set our mind and heart on it.
By faith we have encouragement –
To try anything new that comes our way in life.
By faith we have hope –
To fight through any struggle that comes our way in life.
By faith we have hope –
To stop all wars and fights;
That begins with hatred.
BY FAITH ITSELF WE CAN DO A LOT OF GOOD IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT TURNING TO VIOLENCE.
poem by Cay Thorne
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At A Banquet For Professor Ludv. Kr. Daa
Youthful friends here a circle form,
Elder foes now surrender.
Feel among us in safety, warm,
Toward you our hearts are tender.
Once again on a hard-fought day
Hero-like you have led the way,
Smiting all that before you stood;-
But now be good!
With no hubbub, without champagne,
Dress-suit, and party-collar,
We would honor o'er viands plain
Grateful our 'grand old scholar'!
When all quiet are wind and wave,
Seldom we see this pilot brave;-
When storm-surges our ship might whelm,
He takes the helm!
-Takes the helm and through thick and thin
(Clear are his old eyes burning),
Steers the course with his trusty 'grin,'
Straight, where the others are turning!
Thanks gave to him I know not who,
For he scolded the skipper, too!-
Back he went to his home right soon:
We had the boon.
He has felt what it is to go
Hated, till truth gains the battle;
He has felt what it is to know
Blows that from both sides rattle.
He has felt what the cost is, so
Forward the present its path to show:
He, whose strength had such heights attained,
Stood all disdained.
Would that Norway soon grew so great
That it with justice rewarded
Heroes who its true weal create,
Who are no laggards sordid.
Shall we always so slowly crawl,
Split forever in factions small,
Idly counting each ill that ails?-
No! Set the sails!
Set the sails for the larger life,
Whereto our nation has power!
Daily life is with death but rife,
If there's not growth every hour.
Rally to war for the cause of right,
Sing 'neath the standard of honor bright,
Sail with faith in our God secure,
And strong endure
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Show Me Love
(spoken) Hello
This was an accident
Not the kind where sorrow sounds
Never even noticed
We're suddenly crumbling
Tell me how you've never felt
Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith makes any sense
Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around
Staring at your photograph
Everything now in the past
Never felt so lonely
I wish that you could show me love
Shov me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
'Til you open that door
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
'Til I'm up off the floor
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
'Til it's inside my pores
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
'Til I'm screaming for more
Random acts of mindlessness
Commonplace occurences
Chances and surprises
Another state of consciousness
Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around
Tell me how you've never felt
Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith makes any sense
You play games and play tricks
Girls and girls, but you the one
Like a game of pick-up-sticks
Played by f***in' lunatics
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
'Til you open that door
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
'Til I'm up off the floor
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
'Til it's inside my pores
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
'Til I'm screaming for more
Show me love
Show me love
Give me all that I want
Show me love
Show me love
Give me all that I want
Show me love
Show me love
Give me all that I want
Show me love
Show me love
'Til I'm screaming for more
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
'Til you open the door
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
'Til I'm up off the floor
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
'Til it's inside my pores
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
'Til I'm screaming for more
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
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Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
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'Til you open the door
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
'Til I'm up off the floor
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
'Til it's inside my pores
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
'Til I'm screaming for more
song performed by by Tatu
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Bad Grades
grounded,
really, really grounded
because of my grades
it's not my fault
the teacher does not......
like me.
that's why I'm sitting alone
all alone at home
without a friend to cry to
because they're at the game
and I'm sitting in shame
with a bag of chips on my lap.
poem by Faith Franklin
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In Between
I am love, I am hate
I'm an atheist with faith
Went my anger with a smile
I'm polite or obscene
Either whisper or I scream
I'm not quite what I seem
I'm somewhere in between
I am young in my old age
I am calm or in a rage
I'm your friend or enemy
A pacifist or at war
I am rich but I am poor
I'm all extremes
I'm nowhere in between
Wide awake
Or in a dream
Nowhere in between
Like the pulse of a machine
I'm driven to extremes
I feel the turmoil boil in me
I'm neither healthy nor diseased
I am all extremes
But I'm still in between
Say right or say wrong
Outcast yet I belong
I'm high or I'm dry
Say I am weak yet I am strong
In Between
In Between
I am my alter ego
I am subconsciously
In depth but also shallow
Or somewhere in between
Oh I know I am
Always first in line or last
I swim with sharks or drown with rats
I'll defend as I attack
My world and yours are not the same
I am in a different lane
I am not where I seem
But I'm somewhere in between
I seek revenge
As I forgive
I die to live - ah
Not afraid but scared to death
I don't fit in
In Between - all extremes
song performed by by Judas Priest
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My mom is...
My mom is mean,
cause she grounded me.
My friends say she's nice,
but that's just her disguise.
My mom is okay,
cause I'm not grounded today.
My mom is GREAT,
and it's not up for debate!
My mom is fun,
I think she's number one.
But my mom has flaws,
just like everyone else.
They are not against the law,
and she has room to care about us and herself.
poem by Burpsn Farts
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Great Spirits
When the earth was young
And the air was sweet
And the mountains kissed the sky
In the far beyond, with its many paths
Man and nature lived side by side
The pretty wisdom does not come without learning
And revision not wholly with our eyes
We can think that we see
Truly see you're around us
But when we look
Do we see with open minds?
Great Spirits of all who lived before
Take our hands and lead us
Fill our hearts and souls with all you know
The key to understanding
Is to see through others' eyes
Find a way to help us
See from all sides
Truly see from all sides
Teach our children to look deeper than the surface
See the world through another's eyes
For to be blind me on yourself
Is to look but not see it
Knowing much is not enough to be wise
To see the wonder
In all we've been given
In a world that's not always as it seems
On the part that we choose
Turn every corner
Follow on, for another begins
Great Spirits of all who lived before
Take our hands and lead us
Fill our hearts and souls with all you know
Key to understanding
Is to see through others' eyes
Find a way to help us
See from all sides
Truly see from all sides
Great Spirits of all who lived before
Take our hands and lead us
Fill our hearts and souls with all you know
Key to understanding
Is to see through others' eyes
Find a way to help us
See from all sides
Truly see from all sides
See from all sides
song performed by by Phil Collins
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As Great Loss
I grew nice beard
For nice words to be heard
To be felt as inseparable part
Belong to sect and never to depart
I am called Muslim or Musalmeen *
The true meaning of it is as sacred with means
The person who longs for purity
With prayers five times a day to the services of Almighty
Which religion teaches us to be pure as devotees?
Free from hatred and provide shade like tree
Protect poor and wish the end of month as full charity
To the orphans and destitute who believe in the work of the almighty
I walk on same path as Result-e lillah observed
I never thought it was right or I deserved
Yet it was strong faith and I believed
Any pain or hurdle was gracefully removed
I cried for all those painful moments
When heard about blasts all over to resent
How many innocent might have lost lives?
Who can share such cowardice acts and believe?
I knell down before Him
Shed tears and ask to forgive along with them
How can I be part of such glorious religion?
Where Allah can be made as mere spectator in any region
I can force no one but only pray
Can never stick to absurd rules and run away
I shall love to be among those
Who really care for and repose?
They will never repent?
Even if you show no mercy and remain absent
On the scene to deliver no good
As they have only one faith and that is understood
Lead us to the safety corner
That shall be felt sooner or later
We can bring back all those
Who are misguided and see it as great loss
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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There's A Touch
There's a touch upon my lips
Left by memory's (mary's ?) fingertips
I still hear her voice
When there's no sound
There's a touch upon my skin
Left whenshe went back to him
All the rest has gone
She's not around
When I saw her first
It was lust my friend
Thought it would burn
Then it would end
But I lost my old philosophy
Now I believed in love
Well the months went by and my love grew strong
Thought she felt the same but I was wrong
She held my old philosophy
Now I'm destroyed by love
There's a touch, etc...
Well I still believed that I would win
Cos I was a better man than him
She held the new philosophy
Now she believed in love
But the love she felt was not for me
Said she would have to set me free
Now I know there's no philosophy
That can't be destroyed by love
There's a touch, etc...
song performed by by Proclaimers
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When I Was Young
(e. burdon, d. briggs)
Producer: carter
Album: the collected recordings (94), private dancer emi centenary edition (96)
B-side of the better be good to me single
The rooms were so much colder then
My father was a soldier then
The times were very hard
When I was young
When I was young
I smoked my first cigarette at ten
And for boys I had a bad yen
I had quite a ball
When I was young
When I was young
When I was young it was more important
Pain more painful, the laughter much louder, yeah
When I was young
When I was young
I met my first love at thirteen
He was brown, and I was pretty green
I learned quite a lot
When I was young
When I was young
When I was young it was more important
Pain more painful, the laughter much louder, yeah
When I was young
My faith was so much stronger then
I believed in fellow men
I was so much older then
When I was young
When I was young
When I was young
song performed by by Tina Turner
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To Show What a Man Can Do
There has been many a grander deed since man had life to give,
And thousands have gone to certain death, eyes open, that men might live;
And many have gone for their country’s sake, when their numbers were all too few,
And bravely died that their mates may die—to show what a man can do.
Now this is the song of La Bella wreck at the harbour of Warnambool,
And this is the song of a brave, brave man of the grand old simple school:
We all know the forces of circumstance, and we blame not the lifeboat crew—
But this is the song of a fisherman who showed what a man can do.
With a single scull in his strong young hands, and his brave young eyes aglow,
He shot his skill o’er the raging hell, where the lifeboat dared not go!
It was twice and thrice that he went again, and the lives they were only two—
But this is the song of The Man Who Knows, and can show what a man can do.
And we need such deeds in this world of ours, lest the hearts of men might fail—
Oh we need such deeds in this world of ours, and a man to tell the tale!
When the eloquent gestures come from the wreck, and never a word comes through—
Oh, we need such deeds in our land to-day to show what a man can do!
And this is the moral of all that is,
And it’s only known to two
Put out in your dinghy with confidence,
To show what a man can do.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Properly practiced creativity must result in greater sales more economically achieved. Properly practiced creativity can lift your claims out of the swamp of sameness and make them accepted, believed, persuasive, urgent.
quote by William Bernbach
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Brave Little Soldier
Im a brave little soldier
I must be bold and strong
A brave little soldier
And I must carry on
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Im a brave little soldier
I must fight, I must win
Im a brave little soldier
Through hell and back again
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Per rum, pum, pum
Per rum, pum, pum
Per rum, pum, pum, pum, pum
Ye though I am marching through the valley filled with fear
My steps are sure and sturdy and my aim is straight and clear
The enemy is stalking me just waiting for the kill
Like david slewed galiath
I will claim this battle field
Im a brave little soldier
I must do what I can
Im a brave little soldier
And I must take a stand
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Marching, marching onward
Searching out the light of truth
I did not start the war
But its a battle I cant lose
Faith will be my armor
And love my sword and shield
I must defeat the enemy
I will, I will, I will
A brave little soldier
I must be bold and strong
A brave little soldier
And I must carry on
A brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Brave, little soldier
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The Author's Farewell to the Bushmen
Some carry their swags in the Great North-West,
Where the bravest battle and die,
And a few have gone to their last long rest,
And a few have said: Good-bye!
The coast grows dim, and it may be long
Ere the Gums again I see;
So I put my soul in a farewell song
To the chaps who barracked for me.
Their days are hard at the best of times,
And their dreams are dreams of care—
God bless them all for their big soft hearts,
And the brave, brave grins they wear!
God keep me straight as a man can go,
And true as a man may be!
For the sake of the hearts that were always so,
Of the men who had faith in me!
And a ship-side word I would say, you chaps
Of the blood of the Don’t-give-in!
The world will call it a boast, perhaps—
But I’ll win, if a man can win!
And not for gold nor the world’s applause—
Though ways to the end they be—
I’ll win, if a man might win, because
Of the men who believed in me.
poem by Henry Lawson
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My Religion
On one prelude to a brown new day
A man besides me woke up and pray
As curious as a caring mother
I questioned ''who is your maker''
He turn and showered a bundles of smile
And said ''I have been calling this words for a while''
Since he pushed you to this question
Well I shall show you my religion
first my faith is islam a peaceful teaching
we are called muslims the one that should do good thing
my maker is ALLAH, he is great
Unto him their is no equal weight
He born nor born or feels
He make he assigned and he kills
If we are wise, we should avoid our brothers bees
His mercy he grant for no fees
From abraham to muhammad he call
But the last is vital than them all
These people were meant for us to follow
But the last some say they did not know
Is it out of ignorance they deny?
Or perhaps to know him they never did try
We carved our action from the koran
A book our prophet left to guide every man
We are though to respect ever species
Even infant who don't know how to pull out feces
We believed, everyone is responsible for his motives
Not his faith which ensure, victim forgives
Young man my faith is islam
A blissful experience for every man
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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To Missionary Skrefsrud In Santalistan
I honor you, who, though refused, affronted,
Have heard the voice, and victory have won;
I honor you, who still by malice hunted,
Show miracles of faith and power done.
I honor you, God-thirsting soul so driven,
'Mid scorn and need the spirit's war to wage;
I honor you, by Gudbrand's valley given,
And of her sons the foremost in this age.
I do not share your faith, your daring dreaming;
This parts us not, the spirit's paths are broad.
For, all things great and noble round us streaming,
I worship them, because I worship God.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Alankar(Decor) -66
Some Acrostics In Triplets
36 Bat
Battling than what else
Reversed woes in reverse
Top downed hit in rolls
37 Beg
Bow in simplicity
Eager for eligibility
Great with sincerity
38 Bid
Bitter glitter borrowed
In character mismatched
Dainty better-grounded
39 Big
Boost to betterment
Incline to improvement
Grade the achievement
40 Cab
Carefully driven
Aimfully striven
Bliss lifeful then
poem by Indira Renganathan
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