What is sacred among one people may be ridiculous in another; and what is despised or rejected by one cultural group, may in a different environment become the cornerstone for a great edifice of strange grandeur and beauty.
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Mahabharata
The world wanders in ruins -
Evanescent wonders seven - incessantly inundated
By tortous roars
The seven seas converge at the edge
Of apocalypse
Pulse on the waves to the
Indestructible edifice
Where in the ancient temple
The scroll is unrolled
I will cruise on the pursuit
To the sacred ganges
Where the river will gurgle the eternal songs.
Decked with epic grandeur
I have to wander from shore to shore
I have to plunge into strange depths
Be blinded by alien motes
For the voice etched on rocks.
poem by Kojo Owusu
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Today... 'Despised And Rejected Of Men
'Here is your king.' Pilate said speaking to the Jews
'I can set Him free now it's up to you to choose.'
'Away with Him we will not have rule over us'
was their shout before him as they made a great fuss.
He was a Man despised and rejected by men
scorned and hated by the people around Him then.
A Man of sorrows Who was acquainted with grief
And we hid our faces from Him in unbelief.
He was reviled by all and we esteemed Him not.
A worm handed over to them by a despot.
On His own He climbed up that steep Calvary hill
in His determination to fulfil God's will.
He's rejected by men and forsaken of God.
All alone the steep road through Golgotha He trod.
'My God why have You forsaken Me' was His cry
as upon the cross He bowed down His head to die.
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I get mad at people who talk about traumatic job interviews, about going on one and getting rejected. I get rejected all the time and not only do I get rejected, but people have no problem being really specific about why I was rejected.
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The Cross Foretold
Seven hundred years before Jesus Christ ever walked on the earth,
Isaiah prophesied that He would be born through a virgin birth,
There was much misunderstanding in the land by those who heard it,
As they simply didn’t understand it would be through The Holy Spirit.
He would be born in a little town near Jerusalem called Bethlehem,
His name will be Jesus, for He will save His people from their sin.
Isaiah went on to explain the cross in Christ’s life as he appealed,
Who has believed and to whom has the arm of The Lord been revealed?
He, having no beauty or majesty, and having no appearance of a king,
Was not desired, but despised, rejected and familiar with suffering.
Although there was nothing in His appearance for them to desire Him,
God’s desire for them was to make His Son one-day a guilt offering.
As Isaiah compared us to sheep going astray, each of us his own way,
Jesus would be afflicted and by oppression and Judgment taken away,
Taken away on a Roman cross to be pierced and afflicted with our sin,
And His appearance was so disfigured, that many were appalled at Him.
It was the nation of Israel, to whom this message was first revealed,
He was despised and rejected, but it’s by His wounds they are healed.
Isaiah assures his people that Jesus will be back to save their land,
It’s then they will see what they were not told and truly understand.
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What We Love
What one has loved is as mutable and uncertain as any other reality
The passing face - life passing - a smile passing by-
What does it signify- mean - imply
Just the turning of a head -the lifting of a hand
The cadence somewhere of something lost in times mist
A childhood bedtime kiss
Looks from eyes and words from lips
Laughter that triumphed and laughter that enraged
Laughter softened on the rim of enchantment
Loving now things past despised -hated - neglected
Rejected
When a little farther along lifting as morning fog-just a bit beneath
We see what was never seen before - the beauty of it all
Grandeur of something eternal that will not diverge
It is all a mystery and a guess
Circulating blood and hearts quest
poem by Isabelle Cooper
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The rejected stone will become the cornerstone of the wall.
None That We Deemed Qualified
When an environment sustains,
An on the verge of 'potential' level and remains there...
With few gains developed to move forward for decades.
And stays unchanged and stagnant...
As if in a holding pattern awaiting to land.
While seen behind the scenes are discovered...
Those chosen and recommended,
And employed to be the best of innovators...
Overheard in their debates,
What they believe it will take to benefit the environment.
With a diversity much like that which is enjoyed,
And found in their suburban communities.
To produce within an urban center to replicate 'their' comforts.
At the expense of destroying the flavor and relocating the people,
Who created the popularity of the environment in the first place.
With a luxurizing done believed to appeal to those seeking,
Bits and teases of variety, a few ethnic faces and a cultural display...
Of diverse and accepted cuisine.
'This project is nearing completion,
And no one has expressed and interest in it at all.'
~Who was on the committee? ~
'Doctors, lawyers and ivy league school scholars.'
~Anyone from the local community? ~
'None that we deemed qualified with 'our' vision.'
~Well...
Have you thought that the reason to be,
Your success at achieving overwhelming failure?
Just a thought.
You are catering to the 'people', aren't you? ~
'Well, yes.
A certain class of people.'
~Don't you think it strange that those 'class' of people,
Find your attempts to attract them...
Boring? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Burying Her Ashes
Strange!
A person with great height
and weight is now turned
into an urn of ashes.
Down deep into a
little hole of the ground,
she is laid down
without music
and elegance.
Strange!
She, an equation
by contraction
or reduction!
And this life
of great height
and grandeur
is now inside
a metallic urn!
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Should You Wish To Know The Source
Should you wish to know the Source,
From which your brothers drew…
Their strength of soul…
Their comfort, courage, patience, trust,
And iron might to bear their hardships
And suffer without end or measure?
And should you wish to see the Fort
Wherein your fathers refuge sought.
And all their sacred teasures hid,
The refuge that has still preserved
Your nation's soul intact and pure
And when despised, and scorned, and scoffed,
Their faith they did not shame?
And should you wish to see and know
Their Mother, faithful, loving, kind
Who…sheltered them and shielded them.
And lulled them on her lap to sleep?
If you, my brother, know not
Then enter now the House of God,
The House of study, old and gray,
Throughout the scorching summer days
Thoughout the gloomy winter nights,
At morning midday or at eve…
And there you may still behold,
A group of Jews from the exile who bore the yoke of its burden who forget their toil,
through a worn out page of the Talmud.
And then your heart shall guess the truth,
That you have touched the sacred ground
Of a great people's house of life.
And that your eys do gaze upon
The treasure of a nation's soul.
poem by Hayyim Nahman Bialik
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Look, we are a rock group. But you should see all those things in perspective. People tend to blow up everything into ridiculous proportions. And then the fun is gone real soon.
quote by Donnie Wahlberg
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The stars are the great Gothic churches: spires, naves, delicate flying buttresses, massive conventional buttresses, stained glass and grandeur, grandeur, grandeur.
quote by John Corry
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That's Ridiculous
Have I ever laid a hand on you
Did I ever make you see the truth
Don't you ever say I never cared
Don't you ever say I never cared
That's ridiculous
That's ridiculous
That's ridiculous
Have I ever made a fool of you
Did I ever make you look at me
Don't you ever say I was never there
Don't you ever say I was never there
That's ridiculous
That's ridiculous
That's ridiculous
Have I ever made you shout at me
Did I ever take advantage
Don't you ever badmouth me
Don't you ever badmouth me
That's ridiculous
That's ridiculous
That's ridiculous
You can't hold me
Don't try to hold me
You can't hold me
Don't try to hold me
song performed by by Stone Sour
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Sacred Election
Sacred
sacred right,
the right to vote.
Sacred
sacred right
to be elected.
The people's votes are tallied
The best choice is declared.
Let no one manipulate the result
Let no one tamper the votes
Let no one buy people's votes
and strip the voters
their sacred right to choose.
Let this election
truly reflect
people's sacred rights.
___________________
November 6,2012
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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My People Everyday.
my people,
my people I see beauty,
my people I see that house,
my people I know all about profit,
my people you are the greatest,
my people I know all about love,
my people let's wake,
my people know your enemies,
my people realise all about great authority,
my people wake,
my people don't let them get you,
I know that the Lord of Creations in the healer,
They will never see my face,
They will never see the beauty of all time's,
That the great profit is from my Heavenly King.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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A Beauty of Love!
I enjoy beauty of star studded night sky;
I enjoy beauty of harmonious waves of sea;
I enjoy beauty of peaceful living of people;
I enjoy beauty of natural poems of poets!
Beauty of human life I enjoy in all forms;
Beauty of fun loving children I enjoy often;
Beauty of smiling flowers I enjoy in garden;
Beauty of art work I enjoy in all forms ever!
World is full of beauty Nature bestows to all;
World is paradise due to love and beauty ever;
World is the abode of man's cultural refinement;
World is the spring board to heaven at the end!
Beauty of love is eternal for all to enjoy in life
Evolving animal into man and man into divine!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Today... 'The Cornerstone
Rejected of men for being too good
we crucified you on a cross of wood
But Your Father had other plans for You
for the temple was to be built anew
A building not made of rock or of stone
but one made up of Christians alone
Built of people saved by the grace of God
the Cornerstone is Jesus Christ the Lord
A great temple not built by human skill
but made up of those who follow God's will
The living temple of Your body Lord
because its' builder and maker is God
To build it the old temple had to go
through death so that You could raise it up so.
This is marvellous in our sight O Lord
One in Christ we are the temple of God.
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By the time I was 19, punk had occurred. It had a completely different cultural dynamic to it which rejected everything and started again from the year zero.
quote by Billy Bragg
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I'm a drifter and an outsider. There's not one single environment I can totally belong to. My cultural roots are something illusive.
quote by Ang Lee
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I tell you, in my opinion, the cornerstone of democracy is free press - that's the cornerstone.
quote by Milos Forman
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The untold love
The love expressed
Only can be rejected.
The love withheld
Cannot be rejected.
There are more people
Who haven’t let their love
Lest it gets rejected.
30.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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