Relics are treasured as something close to the divine.
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Treasured Moments
Every one of us has moments,
treasured moments to call our own.
They come when we’re not looking,
and linger with us a lifetime.
They bring happiness
that we can look back on,
through our growing years.
No one can steal them from us,
nor taint them in anyway.
They are our treasured moments,
that linger with us,
even when we pray.
They are little time capsules
that hold our world together,
when we are feeling down.
They are the joys we reached,
when heaven said, its you.
Treasured moments
like photographs,
capture a moment in time.
We think of some thing to associate them with.
So when we see that thing
we can enjoy them once more,
those treasured moments.
31 May 2007
poem by David Harris
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Lessons In Proven Morality
authenticated astute search treasured
found proven morality contained
within passage lessons in divine Bible
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Statesmen
Rictameter
syllables
2-4-6-8-10
and reverse.
Treasured
and well-valued
are the men of culture
enlightened in the finer arts
their legislative Acts seldom falter.
Ministry with genuine hearts
faithfulness we honour
they are always
Treasured
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Religions
Open us up for the religion,
You have realised the relics.
Enter our formation,
Be friends with me.
Let divine help come in our way,
We practised our ways for too long.
Much of the reasoning behind us
Is of forming relationships.
Offer real help, offer us real help.
Let matters stop of false reflection.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Heart
Angel among us
...so treasured and strong
You protect us, give us shelter
...you guide us through right and wrong
Your office door is always open
...your heart is never cold
You are our treasured gem
...with a heart made of gold
Cassie
for A. Knights
poem by CarolAnne Spalding
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The Rhythm Divine
You know that my tears
Have kept me awake
The longer youre gone
Ill hunger and shake
From warsaw to rome
Ill wait out of time
With you in my heart
The rhythm divine
So wont you come close
Bring this to an end
With each winter rose
My love I will send
So tender the night
When you hold me tight
With you in my heart
The rhythm divine
With you in my heart
The rhythm divine
You know that these tears
Have kept me awake
The longer youre gone
Ill hunger and shake
From warsaw to rome
Ill wait out of time
With you in my heart
The rhythm divine
The rhythm divine
The rhythm divine
With you in my heart
The rhythm divine
song performed by by Yello
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The Rhythm Divine
You know that my tears
Have kept me awake
The longer youre gone
Ill hunger and shake
From warsaw to rome
Ill wait out of time
With you in my heart
The rhythm divine
So wont you come close
Bring this to an end
With each winter rose
My love I will send
So tender the night
When you hold me tight
With you in my heart
The rhythm divine
With you in my heart
The rhythm divine
You know that these tears
Have kept me awake
The longer youre gone
Ill hunger and shake
From warsaw to rome
Ill wait out of time
With you in my heart
The rhythm divine
The rhythm divine
The rhythm divine
With you in my heart
The rhythm divine
song performed by by Yello
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ONE PERSON (Love Poem)
So close, that we are drowning,
So close, that we are still in madness,
So close, that we are invisible in our love,
So close, that we are one 10000 miles apart,
So close, that we do not have to talk to know,
So close, that our hearts beat like one heart,
So close, that we dream the same dreams,
So close, that we breathe the same air,
So close, that we are one person.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Close Your Eyes
[1933 standard written by Bernice Petkere. Arrangement baed on the Peggy Lee's 1963 recording]
Music play
Something dreamy for dancing
While we're here romancing
It's love's holiday
And Love will be our guide
Close your eyes
When you open them dear
I'll be right hear by your side
So...
Close your eyes
Rest your head on my shoulder and sleep
Close your eyes
And I will close mine
Close your eyes
Let's pretend that we're both counting sheep
Close your eyes
This is divine
Music play
Something dreamy for dancing
While were here romancing
It's love's holiday
And Love will be our guide
Close your eyes
When you open them dear
I'll be near by your side
So won't you close your eyes...
song performed by by Queen Latifah
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(It Was) A Very Good Year.
My minds image of my Ellen
Is like a rose preserved from time.
Or like a treasured bottle
from a vintage year for wine.
I am haunted by her memory-
How our fingers intertwined.
The fragrance of her body
as I held it close to mine.
I was Mars and you were Venus
your head rested on my chest.
A summer rain began to fall
persuading us to dress.
Now just the shadow of your smile
Brings tears to a dry place.
Funny how my heart can race
Within the ghost of your embrace.
.
You are unchanging, therefore perfect
Your aspect is divine.
I believe our year was vintage-
for love, if not for wine.
(Fifth poem in the Ellen cycle, A summer picnic at Planting Fields, Arboretum in 1979. It was a picnic, marked by a brief rain, where we shared a bottle of Mouton Rothschild)
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poem by John F. McCullagh
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(Memory Chest) Salvaging the Past
How surprised the sea-chest must have been
when it left the sea
began voyaging with me.
No more travelling in the creak of the hold,
bringing home trinkets
from Sorrento and Port Said
Instead
the trunk set out on my Rake's Progress through
West London's bedsits and flatshares,
painted white in my minimalist period,
covered with a kilim in my exotic Ealing phase,
acquired the status of the Holy Ark
when my childhood's relics, unearthed
from my parents' attic,
found no other home than this dark space,
doubly dark, it rested under my own roof
when for three decades my life I
threw down an anchor, moored
and grew stiff with barnacles
When the storm broke.
the trunk was salvaged, and
I added relics of another childhood to its store.
These little shoes that danced,
these pictures from distant Mothers' Days,
concrete evidence of time gone..
And now., what is its fate?
This little chest has held my past
for over forty years. Shall I now inter more relics there?
Or...................?
poem by Janice Windle
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Close Your Eyes
I am walking the streets at night,
bathing myself in the moonlight,
watching others go about their business,
so many people living in the darkness,
but this is not a dark and colourless land,
for you must try and understand,
that here your thoughts are divine,
as every moment is frozen in time.
Close your eyes, forget your name,
for in darkness we’re all the same.
Close your eyes, then lose yourself,
for you’re the same as anyone else.
Close your eyes, release your past,
for the future is the one and only task.
Close your eyes, follow your soul,
as it will make you complete and whole.
I am lying awake in my bed,
thinking about what people have said,
words spoken in times of madness,
and held in anger and bitterness,
looking out of my bedroom window,
in to the darkness and the shadow,
seeing the mysterious world outside,
where normal people do not hide.
Close your eyes, untangle your heart,
so your emotions can just fall apart.
Close your eyes, lay yourself bare,
find the beauty to make everyone stare.
Close your eyes, fight your fear,
for everyone is safe in here.
Close your eyes, dream your reality,
then you’ll know what you could be.
poem by Dale Mullock
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Oh Holy Night
Oh holy night
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear saviors birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth
A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees
Oh hear the angel voices
Oh night divine
Oh night when christ was born
Oh night divine
Oh night, oh night divine
Oh night divine
Oh night when christ was born
Oh night divine
Oh night, oh night divine
Divine.....
song performed by by 98 Degrees
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Element of Coalesce
One has distress
Another’s got a hopeless longing
There exists such sorrow
Our precious treasured element
“Affection”
Life would be so valuable
To know that every personal you’d pass by
Is embracing you in their heart
Alluring you with a warm smile day after day
One has distress
Another’s got a hopeless longing
There exists such sorrow
Our precious treasured element
“Connection”
If you were to come across a girl in deep sorrow,
What would you do?
If you have distress, what can you do?
Would being there for her be enough to divulge the light?
For the first time, I feel like I didn’t say enough
Don’t stop breathing, this is only the beginning
I can’t keep swimming in this bitter world, knowing that you’re alone
I hate what the world’s done to you, to I, to us
One has distress
Another’s got a hopeless longing
There exists such sorrow
Our precious treasured element
“Love”
Look closely on the floor, you’ll see with your own eyes
The path that we took all those years to get here has already disintegrated
poem by Aiden Florence
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Don't Come Close
You know it's generally known
You got everything at home
Kisses out of desperation
Bring you more aggravation
And you don't come close
You don't come close
You don't come close
You bring out your souvenirs
Soak them wet with your tears
You lose your imagination
Out of more aggravation
And you don't come close
You don't come close
You don't come close
You turn red with rage
But act your age
Only thing that your regret
You need more time to forget
And you don't come close
You don't come close
You don't come close.
song performed by by Ramones from Road To Ruin
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When I Close my Eyes
When I close my eyes,
I can see my country,
Shining in the light, bright.
When I close my eyes.
When I close my eyes,
I see the trees,
Green against the skyline.
When I close my eyes.
When I close my eyes,
I see stars shining cross,
The wide beyond.
When I close my eyes.
When I close my eyes,
I see the sunset behind your hair,
Halo shining in the air.
When I close my eyes.
When I close my eyes,
I hear the ocean waves,
Crashing on the shore.
When I close my eyes.
When I close my eyes,
I see the moon glistening,
Through your eyes.
When I close my eyes.
© 2012
poem by Nick Strong
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Relics Now
Gentle poems
Simple rhymes
Relics now
Of bygone times
Gentle words
Simple phrases
Of temperate times…
Pleasant places
Whispered phrases
Words I like
Soft sighed goodbyes
Like crystals in the night
Out of date
Behind the times
My gentle poems
My simple rhymes
Relics now...
Of simpler times
poem by David Whalen
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Poetry Societies
Poetry Societies
cherish their chosen
poet with such passionate
fervour ardent intensity
promote them safeguard them
maintain religiously preserve
their sacred recordings writings
like interactive shrine museums
white gloves sealed immaculate
pristine white when handling
sacred artifacts from centuries past
holy relics encased in icon niche
keepers of sacred
poetic fire
protectors of
treasured Holy Grails
documents deemed
culturally significant
immensely revered in
mausoleum pilgrimage
keeping the eternal
flame burning
sacrament safeguarded
held in perpetual
trust for future generations
devotees destined to recognize
hallowed intrinsic wisdom
reverence read upon every page
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Epitaph on Sir Palmes Fairborne's Tomb in Westminster Abbey
Ye sacred relics, which your marble keep,
Here, undisturbed by wars, in quiet sleep;
Discharge the trust, which, when it was below,
Fairborne's undaunted soul did undergo,
And be the town's palladium from the foe.
Alive and dead these walls he will defend:
Great actions great examples must attend.
The Candian siege his early valour knew,
Where Turkish blood did his young hands imbrue.
From thence returning with deserved applause,
Against the Moors his well-fleshed sword he draws;
The same the courage, and the same the cause.
His youth and age, his life and death, combine,
As in some great and regular design,
All of a piece throughout, and all divine.
Still nearer heaven his virtues shone more bright,
Like rising flames expanding in their height;
The martyr's glory crowned the soldier's fight.
More bravely British general never fell,
Nor general's death was e'er revenged so well;
Which his pleased eyes beheld before their close,
Followed by thousand victims of his foes.
To his lamented loss, for time to come,
His pious widow consecrates this tomb.
poem by John Dryden
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If Not Faced To Rid
Kept to us most precious,
With claims that remain dear and treasured...
But ironically freed,
From those experiences we had agonized...
With tears to cry and the asking of God,
'Why me? '
And eventually with patience,
Those clouds we question begin to disappear.
With a clearing before us of brighter skies.
And yet doesn't it seem...
If it had not been for experiences,
No one wished to dream...
Few would deny if not faced to rid...
Those precious memories we now keep dear,
Could not be for us kept treasured to realize...
If we had not dried our eyes to decide,
Life and the living of it has its ups and downs.
Although many are found walking around with frowns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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