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One man is equivalent to all Creation. One man is a World in miniature.

quote by Albert Pike
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Miniature Sun

Im 12 oclock,
All daylight hours,
Ill warm your bed,
Ill grow your flowers.
Like Im a miniature sun.
This ball ignited when she told me I was her only one.
Im not the same now.
Im not that plain little boy.
Im all aflame now.
Im king up here like a miniature sun.
No life comes close,
Im rising higher,
On holiday,
On ball of fire,
You made a miniature sun.
Theres no more shadows in this world she says Im her only one.
Im not the same now.
Im not that plain little boy.
Im all aflame now.
I radiate like a miniature sun.
Now everything looks right today,
A billion watts of bright today.
And Im a blazing kite today.
I think Ill float around her house,
And tell her exactly how she makes me glow.
But then the other man leaving merely doffs his hat,
And Im the last to know.
Now everything looks wrong today.
An out of tune sung song today.
Ive grown from big king kong today,
Right down to miniature...
Dont come too close,
Ill burn your arm,
Ill bleach your hair,
Dustbowl your farm,
Ill blind your eyes,
You blinded mine,
Ill spin with rage,
All summertime,
You made a miniature sun. just take a look up in the nightsky, Im not the only one.
Im not the same now.
Im not that vain little boy that I was.
Im all to blame now,
Look out below here I come!
Man crashing down like a miniature sun

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The Miniature Woman

The Blue-Eyed Giant, the Miniature Woman
and the Honeysuckle

He was a blue-eyed giant,
He loved a miniature woman.
The woman's dream was of a miniature house
with a garden where honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
that sort of house.

The giant loved like a giant,
and his hands were used to such big things
that the giant could not
make the building,
could not knock on the door
of the garden where the honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
at that house.

He was a blue-eyed giant,
he loved a miniature woman,
a mini miniature woman.
The woman was hungry for comfort
and tired of the giant's long strides.
And bye bye off she went to the embraces of a rich dwarf with a garden where the honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
that sort of house.

Now the blue-eyed giant realizes,
a giant isn't even a graveyard for love:
in the garden where the honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
that sort of house...

poem by Nazim Hikmet
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Asuobonteng

The creation of the world,
The creation of man,
The creation of woman from man,
But you are storing up wrath for yourselves according to your stubborn and impatient minds! !

Inventers of evil things,
Indignation;
But with persistence patient with the muse of my mind!
And like joy in the land of peace;
Because, the doers of the Law are righteous as compared to those who break the Law! !

I am Asuobonteng from a land far away from you,
But it is time for us to put the world into a better shape than,
The very negative things going on now;
For, we were all created by the Creator for a purpose!
And, we need to take care of the earth than destroying it.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ignoring Creation’s Witness

Look about you, what do you see, creation about us abundantly,
From the sky above, to the ground, God’s Creation is all around;
From the grass plush and green, to blue sky above every scene,
God’s Creation all about the earth, is evidence of Creation’s birth.

When God spoke, it had begun; creating this world, with His Son,
As God continued for six days, with all Creation, to God’s Praise;
Saying, as God capped His Plan, in Our Image, let us create man,
Finishing Creation with His best, on day seven He then would rest.

Now with Creation set in place, it continues this day by His Grace,
While producing all kinds of life, to be sustained by Jesus Christ;
Nature from God pleasing to the eye, from the ground to the sky,
Birds, animals and vegetation, all produced within God’s Creation.

Nothing at all, has evolved, except minds, which haven’t resolved,
What to do with all God’s Truth, to validate a theory with no proof,
With an evolving, darkened mind, they leave logical Truths behind,
Deceiving, while being deceived, God’s Truth, they never believed.

But, even if God, these men refuse, all men will be without excuse,
Whatever theory these men claim, they’ll hang their head in shame,
For our Creator won’t be mocked, and they’ll be eternally shocked,
As they depart from His Majesty, to enter a darker, eternal destiny.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Each of us

Each of us is more than creation, we are embodying more of creations forces in us, creation in creation, vivifying, expending, without overly identifying with its intense passions, as well as expressing the aspects, forces of creation with others in ways empower. We are, more then being the best, we are being here.

poem by Michael Kavuoti
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The world is not divine sport, it is divine destiny. There is divine meaning in the life of the world, of man, of human persons, of
you and of me. Creation happens to us, burns itself into us, recasts us in burning — we tremble and are faint, we submit. We take part in creation, meet the Creator, reach out to Him, helpers and companions.

quote by Martin Buber
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Man Made

Creation of hate
creation of war
creation of the devil
and his merry men

Man made fibres
in the human form

poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Re-creation

Draw a picture of a legend
And a portrait of live person.
Which is more appealing?
Creation and re-creation
That any art performs?
It is re-creation that brings
Intimacy to the art.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Enigma

The world is enough to read
A hyperbolic sense of creed
Te path is cocksure and neat
There is no mercy nor do any plead
Hath divine power come to thee?
An idiosyncratic sense of gelid
How to vouchsafe this flibbertigibbet
It is wine upon world is sullied
A miniature of towering high bid
What for the womb? What lull deed?

poem by Hafiz Qasim
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Nobody can deny but religion is a comfort to the distressed, a cordial to the sick, and sometimes a restraint on the wicked; therefore whoever would argue or laugh it out of the world without giving some equivalent for it ought to be treated as a common enemy.

quote by Mary Wortley Montagu
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Hanging Like A Cloud On The Arm Of A Cliff

you were so calm
like a white cumulus hanging on the arm of a cliff
beside the branch of
a tree where a little black bird
sings

below you
i am the gray pebble watching
listening

amazed
on a miniature world
complete.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poem As Baby

They emerge; and as they do,
your whole world is re-shaped;
you’re stunned - as Adam must have been -
with the miracle of birth;

They come as miniature perfection –
who reads the small-print warning clause?
‘These goods come without a life-time guarantee…’

But you don’t pause to dream their own world for them –
except to count, in wonder, fingers, toes;
they come as answer to your whole life up to now;
right now, they laugh and cry as Love itself;

poems as babies in the heart and mind.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Part only

Creation yours
Part only what
We perceive
No body has power
To alter to change
To modify to stop
Creation that is
On and on.

Marvellous
And marvellous
Is this creation
The sounds here
The pictures
The water the air
And inhabitants
All are marvellous.

Do not try to understand
This creation
You can not
You only a part
And a part
can not explain
About the whole.

The whole is
The whole.
I am also a
Part and a
Part only.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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0012 Creation?

Creation out of
nothing, nowhere, no-whence?

How much more intriguing
and possible,
even probable,
if Creation came out of
everything, everywhere,
everythere, everywhence..
alltime, allspace, all,

which is after all - or before all -
what we all wish to return to,
enjoy, and be, and know…

scientists, why not meet
philosophers, worshippers,
and poets, where Creation is all
just a great big work of art
made out of forever-love and therefore-law, as
one and all?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Beauty of You

The beauty of you in everything I see
From the glowing fire in the skies
Created by you, to warm us and guide us
To the never ending horizon where ocean meets sky

Nothing escapes my eyes in the beauty I see
Silvery calm water, a reflection of peace
Gentle breeze mingling with bird song
A melody of your creation dancing in my heart

Oh God of all creation, from near and far we seek you
Oh God of all of me, from ashes into beauty my life with you
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God of all creation, the now and then
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God of all creation, in You no end

poem by Lisa Finney
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Why does there exist a global American entertainment industry, but there isn't an equivalent coming from France or Italy? This is the case simply because the English language opens the whole world to the American cinema.

quote by Andrzej Wajda
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Following the creation concept that creation processes differed from preservation processes, it is suggested that God endowed each created kind, at the time of its creation, with potential for vast variety.

quote by Walter Lang
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No one knows toward what center human things are going to gravitate in the near future, and hence the life of the world has become scandalously provisional. Everything that today is done in public and in private — even in one's inner conscience — is provisional, the only exception being certain portions of certain sciences. He will be a wise man who puts no trust in all that is proclaimed, upheld, essayed, and lauded at the present day. All that will disappear as quickly as it came. All of it, from the mania for physical sports (the mania, not the sports themselves) to political violence; from "new art" to sun-baths at idiotic fashionable watering-places. Nothing of all that has any roots; it is all pure invention, in the bad sense of the word, which makes it equivalent to fickle caprice. It is not a creation based on the solid substratum of life; it is not a genuine impulse or need. In a word, from the point of view of life it is false. We are in presence of the contradiction of a style of living which cultivates sincerity and is at the same time a fraud. There is truth only in an existence which feels its acts as irrevocably necessary.

quote by Jose Ortega y Gasset
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Each pebble wants to ripple

The world classics had been out of print.
Award winning works went out of shelf.
Nobel Prize literatures are pigeon holed.
Yet sprout umpteen works, though petty
As each pebble make a ripple in chain.

A creation of the known is
Dearer than any other master creation.
08.01.2003