Since God had commanded it, it was necessary that I do it. Since God commanded it, even if I had a hundred fathers and mothers, even if I had been a King's daughter, I would have gone nevertheless.
quote by Joan of Arc
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An army of deer would be more formidable commanded by a lion, than a an army of lions commanded by a stag.
Never think that Jesus commanded a trifle, nor dare to trifle with anything He has commanded.
quote by Dwight L. Moody
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Family of War
Every morning I awake I fall to my knees and pray.
God, please make the war in Iraq come to end.
There are too many fathers and sons come home
in pine boxes. There are too many mothers and daughters
doing the same. Leaving behind fathers and sons mothers
and daughter with a last memory of them waving goodbye.
There is too much blood and tears of fathers and sons mothers
and daughters being shed all in the name of peace.
God please let our leaders see how many families are dying
and that war can never bring peace. Only love can.
This prayer is my gun and God you’re the bullet I’m shooting
to end this Family of War.
Breakthrough
I wish I was speaking to influence,
The undoing of perceptions.
And commanded distribution,
Of everything new, accepted and believed.
I wish we all had invested,
Our priorities in uplifting all humanity.
To realize the true wealth we have...
Is not in the value placed on 'things'.
But who we are as human beings.
I wish I was speaking to influence,
The undoing of perceptions.
And commanded distribution,
Of everything new, accepted and believed.
I wish one day we all should awaken...
To witness pieces released from us,
That kept us in limitation debating a fate.
And with eyes opened,
There was a feeling of escape.
A breakthrough we knew we could not forsake.
I wish I was speaking to influence,
The undoing of perceptions.
And commanded distribution,
Of everything new, accepted and believed.
But then again...
I do remember,
How long it took for the deceit I sought...
To leave me...to see what it is to be clearly seen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Could I Be That Independent
My breath!
Depth of thought with meaning.
And what I choose next,
To think.
That brings an understanding.
Has been commanded by My Father.
And I follow.
Faithfully everyday,
With each step I take.
Has been commanded by My Father.
And I follow.
Sometimes with my head up in the clouds,
I follow.
Sometimes with doubts that come and I allow,
I follow.
Sometimes in the rain to get soaked with regret.
Feeling I have not accomplished enough.
Or that I've done my best.
Sometimes staying awake!
Not to refresh with the dawn...
But remaining upset all day long,
Until the Sun sets.
And yet knowing...
My breath!
Depth of thought with meaning.
And what I choose next,
To think.
That brings an understanding.
Has been commanded by My Father.
And I follow.
As I look for that place,
Inside my heart that takes me...
Away from the fear,
My Father decides...
His guidance someday I believe I wont need.
Although I am strong.
Never could I be that independent,
Or alone...
Without His vision.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mothers Always Want Theirs Sons To Be Happy
mothers always want their sons to be happy
and so even if they marry someone
whom their fathers dislike
it is always them who settle for a compromise
and tell fathers to be flexible sometimes
not to hurt the hearts of sons
but sometimes when sons want something else
that only mothers understand
something that fathers cannot really compromise
mothers still compromise
and walk a mile farther
just to make their sons happy
and their sons leave them
to places that only mothers
by their loving hearts
know.
only mothers, yes only mothers,
and no one else.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We are, first, commanded to survive as Jews, lest the Jewish people perish. We are commanded, secondly, to remember in our very guts and bones the martyrs of the Holocaust, lest their memory perish. We are forbidden, thirdly, to deny or despair of God, however much we may have to contend with him or with belief in him, lest Judaism perish. We are forbidden, finally, to despair of the world as the place which is to become the kingdom of God, lest we help make it a meaningless place in which God is dead or irrelevant and everything is permitted. To abandon any of these imperatives, in response to Hitler's victory at Auschwitz, would be to hand him yet other, posthumous victories.
Emil Fackenheim in To Mend the World
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Online II
Unmarried fathers,
Unmarried mothers,
And, children are born left and right! !
But, who is now online?
Babies,
With unmarried fathers and unmarried mothers;
Babies,
With married fathers and married mothers;
But, this issue is now investigated with care,
Because, other accessibilities are now found at various locations!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Simian King
Raised a great army, the Simian King
Gorillas, chimps, orangs and baboons
Commanded them, “Kill all living things”
They went to war, led by evil Tribunes
(Monkey see...monkey do George Jr)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Mistrust
The mistrust spread over the world
Where does it first unfurl
From what cocoon does it uncurl
Do fathers mistrust mothers
Do mothers mistrust fathers
Do fathers mistrust sons
Do mothers mistrust daughters
Do we trust our own selves
If trust is not found at home
If mistrust is the legacy of home
Then what hope have we
That trust will be
Born into this place
Love of self and self alone
Brings to us this bone of mistrust
And enfleshes to its birth.
7/5/2009
poem by Claude H Oliver II
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Mother Poems
We have Fathers Poems
Why not Mothers Poems?
Without our Mothers, we won't be born,
Without Mothers, We are so forlorn.
Babies, Mothers nurture,
And guide us in our future.
To Mothers everywhere,
Lovely poems, I do declare!
Jochanal (after Wilde)
Now, John was not a bad looking dude-
a smelly diamond in the rough. All the same
when he snubbed her in the market place
she burned with shame.
'Mama', she complained, 'he was RUDE!
and clearly at blame.'
She was nonetheless a bit surprised,
when Herod, shaking off his trance
smiled and pledged her 'whatever'
merely for dancing a dance,
and when Mama commanded
'Child, his head'.
What could she do?
She must, as the law bid,
study to be a dutiful daughter;
so, richly scented, grazing his leg, she pled
for the simple gift
of John the Baptist's head.
The king's face fell with regret-
that was not wise,
John oddly popular, after all-
but fearing if he compromised
it would be all over town
nodded, finally, sighed
And within the hour a guard in golden greaves
returned with the head in a pail
only it wasn't handsome anymore.
The king puked and grew pale
as she fetched it out, kissed it's lips
and danced it around the hall.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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I have gained this from philosophy: that I do without being commanded what others do only from fear of the law.
Nature, to be commanded, must be obeyed.
quote by Francis Bacon
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I have gained this by philosophy: that I do without being commanded what others do only from fear of the law.
The King of Erin's Daughter
THE King of Erin's Daughter had wind-blown hair and bright,
The King of Erin's Daughter, her eyes were like the sea;
(O Rose of all the roses, have you forgotten quite
The story of the days of old that once you told to me?)
The King of Erin's Daughter went up the mountain side
And who but she was singing as she went upon her way,
'O somewhere waits a King's Son and I shall be his bride,
And tall he is and fair he is and none shall say him nay.'
The King of Erin's Daughter–O fair was she and sweet–
Went laughing up the mountain without a look behind
Till on the lofty summit that lay beneath her feet
She found a King's Son waiting there, his brows with poppies twined.
O tall was he and fair was he. He looked into her face
And whispered in her ear a word un-named of mortal breath
And very still she rested, clasped close in his embrace,
The King of Erin's Daughter, for the bridegroom's name was Death.
poem by Norah M. Holland
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I Need My Stuff Back
On the preacher's day holy preaching
Under and below clay was sent em
On the forceful whips of lowly meeting
The soul taker will never accept em
On the bulge of mercies, and the crowd
The know it all grabber took to heels em
On the side of lowly souls went loud
The friend of fire proclaimed a fail em
And the lord most high, comes, comes and drive them
The heaven lifter won't cath asingle ship em
And the straw remains blessed for ever beam
While he is commanded, I need my stuff back!
And I receive it! I receive it! I receive it!
And the liar, blantant big liar, I receive it!
And he never swindles and swindles em
The lord most high assembles wholly, holy fire on them
The real shepherd, the messiah's love em
While he is commanded, I need my stuff back!
poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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Some people may believe that their conscience is enough to guide them not to lie, be deceitful or do the other things God has commanded us not to do. I disagree.
quote by Lee Greenwood
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I Will Beat My Swords Into Plough Shears
I will learn the art of war no more
I will beat my swords into plough shears
I will not prove the lie might is right
I will not sing freedom songs enslaving others
I will not dropp collateral damage bombs on mothers brothers
I will not follow false prophets as invaders hunters
God has commanded thy shalt not kill his children have heard
God has spoken vengeance is mine sayith the Lord
God has said they who live by the sword will die by the sword
God has said “Blessed are the peacemakers:
for they shall be called the children of God.”
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Healing The Family Tree
for you to let me know
that i must pay for all that the family owed
from the past
the suffering souls of my great fathers
and fathers of my fathers
and their mothers
i am sorry but i was not the one
that committed the blunder
that is their business and mine is different
look at me
have i not suffered enough to deserve all these
genetic retaliations?
hold my hands
don't you feel that all these tremblings
in fear
are not enough to pay for their
misdeeds?
your paranoia is mine too.
but somehow, all these must be stopped.
the wombs of our mothers are tested with pain
one leg to life the other held by death
yet they walk this valley of death without question
they breathe your air without suspicion
they live the way they ought to
and they die
without much ado.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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