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Sonnet: God’s Love and Scriptures- Will Not Change
The world of men, women and children, change;
Their food-habits and dressing styles may change;
Their ways of talking, walking, laughing, change;
But Bible’s words are true and never change!
Man’s outlook and his sense of values change;
The weather, climate, seasons also change;
The water of rivers and seas may change,
But Scripture’s words are true and never change!
Man’s needs in life and ambitions may change
Man’s occupations, moral values, change
Man’s goals and approaches also may change,
But Holy Scripture’s words will never change.
The devils too, their tempting tactics, change;
God’s love for man is same and will not change.
poem by John Celes
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Across The Universe
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away
Across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me
Nothings gonna change my world
Nothings gonna change my world
Nothings gonna change my world
Nothings gonna change my world
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on
Across the universe
Thoughts meander like the restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe
Nothings gonna change my world
Nothings gonna change my world
Nothings gonna change my world
Nothings gonna change my world
Sounds of laughter, shades of life are ringing through my open ears
Inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love, which shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on and on
Across the universe
Nothings gonna change my world
Nothings gonna change my world
Nothings gonna change my world
Nothings gonna change my world
Nothings gonna change my world
Nothings gonna change my world
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothings gonna
Nothings gonna change my world
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothings gonna
Noth, nothings gonna change my world
Nothings gonna change it
Nothings gonna change it
Hey yeah, nothings gonna change it
Nothings gonna change it
Nothings gonna change it
Nothings gonna change it
Nothings gonna change my world
Nothings gonna change it (nothings gonna change it)
Nothings gonna change it (no no no no no)
Nothings gonna change my world (nothings gonna change my world)
song performed by by David Bowie
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Meaningful Morpheme
They appear innocent enough
Those symbol sounds that every child
Memorizes before they know
What they mean or what they’re used for.
(A) (B) (C) (D) (E) (F) gee! What
A rhythmic, sonorous singsong;
But when their lettered chemistry
Is formulated into words
The combined sounds begin
A metamorphic change
Like the lovely word butterfly.
When it’s clearly spoken out loud
It conjures an image as real
As a butterfly on the wing.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Unified Comprehension
Change?
There is going to be change.
Drastic, immediate and effective.
The kind that comes to stay.
Unseasonal.
Traumatic.
Like the kind of change,
One suffers through...
When going to school for the first time.
The kind that breaks and shakes,
Like an Earthquake.
A shocker that roars in like a tsunami.
To leave folks stunned.
With no where to run....
But endure.
Change?
There is going to be change.
Drastic, immediate and effective.
That's for sure.
With one exception!
Very few will be asked,
To debate the quality of it.
And no one will be exempted.
Total, complete and thorough...
Will be the experience.
Many will welcome it.
While others will be heard complaining,
As they sweep to keep up...
With assigned chores.
Change?
There is going to be change.
Drastic, immediate and effective.
The kind that motivates,
With an understood dictation.
'That sounds like 'socialism'?
I doubt if there will be any sounds at all!
However...
There will be a unified comprehension.
Descending from the Oval Office.
President Obama,
Intends we all become familiar...
With the concept of pride!
He plays not upon our delusions.
But we will manifest his vision.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oh These Poets And Their Sounds
OH THESE POETS AND THEIR SOUNDS
Oh these poets and their sounds
Their distant rhythms
Which take your soul away-
Oh these poets and their sounds
And the longing to be
One of them-
Oh this poet
And all his cry of loneliness-
Oh these poets and their sounds,
And he in his own small voice
Crying out lonely words
Before his own lonely page.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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To Regina Spektor
Words
Smart, surprising, naive
Words
That can reach so deep
That have no pretense
That at times make no sense
At first
At third
But then they do
Words
That can be so dark
Or witty
Or be so true
Sounds
To laugh and to cry
And to dream
And to pine
Sounds
That were born in a beautiful mind
That fly
From piano afar
Carrying my heart...
One song, third minute -
Falling in love with you was so easy, Regina.
poem by Anna Kirshenbaum
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Sounds
What are the sounds we love to hear,
the sounds that bring us joy?
They are all the sounds we've listened to,
sounds that don't destroy
how you feel or how you react
when they reach your ear.
They touch a certain part of you
that sometimes brings a tear
of joy.
A child's laughter so innocent and pure,
a rolling wave down at the shore,
a sound of comfort from a spoken word,
a sound of wind chimes in the air,
a sound of silence while in prayer,
a sound of white noise when you sleep,
a sound of joyful tears you weep.
These sounds and many, many more
can change a person's mood.
They soothe your body and your mind
so nothing can intrude
upon your joy.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Change! Change! Change!
change! change! change!
everybody talkin' about change.
change your look,
change your luck,
change your politics,
change your religion...
change the country,
change the world....
change the day!
change your underwear!
loose change, pocket change,
winds of change, march for change....
but all real change begins within...
let's work on that,
and then everything else
will change in turn!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Tell Me If There Is Really A Need For Change
there will be no changes
the weapons of
survival remain the same
same morning
same nighttime
same faces adore your
space
same words trickle
from the ceiling
same eyes waking up
same moons below your eyelids
if you cannot take all these
monotonous landscapes
and sonorous sounds of
sameness all about us
there can be a little change
like temporary departures
for possible
comparisons
you leave and then you
may come back
tell me if there is a need
for change
tell me if i really have to
love another and then
forget
you forget us
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Across The Universe
Across the universe
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind,
Possessing and caressing me.
Jai guru de va om
Nothings gonna change my world,
Nothings gonna change my world.
Nothings gonna change my world
Nothings gonna change my world.
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,
That call me on and on across the universe,
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box they
Tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe
Jai guru de va om
Nothings gonna change my world,
Nothings gonna change my world.
Nothings gonna change my world.
Nothings gonna change my world.
Sounds of laughter shades of earth are ringing
Through my open ears inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a
Million suns, it calls me on and on
Across the universe
Jai guru de va om
Nothings gonna change my world,
Nothings gonna change my world.
Nothings gonna change my world.
Nothings gonna change my world.
Jai guru de va, jai guru de va
Jai guru de va, jai guru de va
Jai guru de va.
Jai guru de va, jai guru de va.
song performed by by Fiona Apple
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With The Mind
Never in times of change
Have there been solids of words
And their clauses built on paper.
Never in heavenly stars are planets
Housed to keep away intelligent beings.
Change expels us with the lotion,
A stage of writing achieves clarity,
Words build like skyscrapers to enlighten,
Words justify words to the penny.
Let the closets and rain jackets
Smother the body with joys of the heart.
Change has intoxicated the mind with
The soul.
poem by Naveed Akram
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“Sweet Sounds of Joy”
Sounds of joy, sounds of joy
Oh how I love to hear sweet sounds
Of joy
Sounds of joy, sounds of joy
Oh how I love to hear momma sing
In her morning voice
Sounds of joy, sounds of joy
Oh how I love to be in the presence
Of these sounds of joy
Sounds of joy, sounds of joy
Oh how I love sweet sounds of joy
poem by Va Rockeya Foy
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P*s*t*88
You are responsible !!!!!
The words to this song
Are invisible and therefore
Unable to be printed
When the beast of pantera
Runs loose words as such
Do not exist !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So whatever sounds you
Interpret as words
Are strickly up to you
Remember...you are in control !!!!!
Diamond darrell and
The boys have created
This flashback just
For all you girls and
Major praty animals
cuzwenowhatchulike !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Soooo crank it up !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Listen at your own risk !!!!!!!!!!!!!
And party down!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.s.
Some sounds got on the
Tape backwards
We dont know how or why
But we also dont care!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Partytime!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
song performed by by Pantera
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God transforms, so to speak, this air into words, into various sounds. He makes you understand these various sounds through the modifications by which you are affected.
quote by Nicolas Malebranche
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In English, the sounds and melodies I created were an inspiration to me, and words came to me as I explored the sounds, and from there I was able expand on the meaning.
quote by Utada Hikaru
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My Change
Before I was an average student,
but I think I got a bit of change in my mind,
I trust that I got it from my teacher,
he is not my teacher something different from other teachers,
not for me all my colleagues,
my change is only from his words, every words;
my heart is very fastly beating,
my eyes are full of tears, one day he entered our classroom,
and he told many things,
In that one sentence make a little bit of change in my life.
That words are my courage to write this poem,
now my life is self dedicated to my god like teacher.
poem by Gautham Raj
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Across The Universe
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe.
Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,
Possessing and caressing me.
Jai Guru De Va Om
Nothings gonna change my world
Nothings gonna change my world.
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,
That call me on and on across the universe,
Thoughts meander like a restless wind
Inside a letter box they
Tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe
Jai Guru De Va Om
Nothings gonna change my world
Nothings gonna change my world.
Sounds of laughter shades of earth are ringing
Through my open views inciting and inviting me.
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns,
It calls me on and on across the universe
Jai Guru De Va Om
Nothings gonna change my world
Nothings gonna change my world.
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Saturday
Saturday began just the same as other days
But ended up different in many ways
Love is in my world since saturday
Mornin came but somehow it didnt seem the same
The sadness of friday had somehow changed
To the happy sounds of saturday
Saturday, ever-loving saturday
I whistle to bluebirds
I tried to tell them how you brought me sunshine
My heads filled with new words
That sing to the sounds of happy day after friday
(*) come and see the flowers of love she gave to me
The touches of laughter and harmony
To the happy sounds of saturday
Saturday, ever-loving saturday
My heads full of new words
Sing to the sounds of the day after friday
Day after friday
Repeat (*)
Saturday, saturday, ever-loving saturday
song performed by by Carpenters
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To Welcome the New
To Welcome the new,
Release the old
To enter the future,
Let go the past
To take up new lives,
Give away those lived.
It sounds so practical,
It seems so sensible,
It should be so feasible
It should be easy.
It’s none of the above,
Yet in some ways
Tho’ it’s almighty hard,
We do it each of our days.
We just move forward.
We are made to change,
We are shaped for change,
We survive by change,
We live in a storm of change,
From the Maker’s hand.
Today was another change,
We stand on the edge of vast change,
And afraid or unafraid of great change,
We all walked forward.
Some may say we had no choice,
Others say even that is a choice,
But I say that by hand and voice,
We all make a difference.
We always can,
We always will.
It is what we do.
We are the changers, and the changed.
And we go forward.
(written in January,2000)
poem by Gabrielle Ciarann Roniyah Baer
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Sounds explode
I.
Sounds explode
The science of pronunciation
Exposed.
Force explains when Rs are rolled.
Glory teaches the words
To find their lesser forms.
Prosody tastes of the intensity
Of vowels.
Tones’ rhythm are laid down
By letters and text moving around.
The quantity of speaking tongues
When weeping the significance of the word
Hum is an acceptable treasury
As the word cum.
II.
The third word creature born
Commonly called poems
Are formed by the
Supramundane foot formed
Yonder sun that glows
Gift of counterbalance of sounds
The poet gives to you
Salutation thee fourth foot
Desired of words flourish from the root
Large quantity of sounds as fuel
Some in pure decay
The oldest breath of the play.
III.
Greatest abode the animal soul
Considered the animal semen
Sounds, sounds, sounds
Bounded and endowed
Procreation of attribute vowels
Dump breath breathing
Vital nakedness proceeding on different paths
Leaves in their wake
On the breath the first animal sounds.
poem by David E. Patton
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