Where Sin Multiplies
In my life
I haven't seen
Such a thing
Could be so much
Cunning!
They came in
To teach me
To be unworldly
But secretly
They were too much worldly.
If to be worldly
Is a sin
It is never more than a lie
I wish not to do sin in multiple
Here the preachers of the unworldly
Do sins in double.
Flexing my muscle
I declare
In front of them
‘'I am too much worldly.''
Being an unworldly
If I get immortality
And the end of both
If is not the death
Then I would renounce the world
And embraces the unworldly.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Blest many days
Blest many days
Blest many days, I wore your cross,
dim lantern alleys, remote felt me,
content wishes - hopes to emboss,
in musing scripts of my ink blue sea.
In my files I was values unaltered,
ways of solitude and rhythmic waves,
an unworldly ode of notes clustered,
where prowess smiles from graves.
In these scripts I became a reason,
for pondering minds to express light,
in wars innumerate sheds of crimson,
where eligible Nymphs tend my rite.
And there Dryads smiled friendly,
so I became a verse and a rhyme;
we were in a far prairie, unworldly,
reflective icons of my loss, in time.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Catch 22
If I seem nervous will you show me what to do
And does the world deserve us, application rushing through
A long time coming, yes it's been a long time coming
And my loving you is a place where I surrender
In my heart it's not hard to do
And all my worldly goods I give to you
We close our eyes and chase away the sorry things
You make it easy for me life is but a dream
Cried on your shoulder
Dove into the great blue yonder
And my loving you is a place where I surrender
Touch my heart, it's not hard to do
And all my worldly goods I give to you
Loving you, is a place where I surrender
In my heart
No catch twenty-two
And all my worldly goods I give to you
No misdemeanor, theres a ring upon my finger
And my loving you is a place where I surrender
In my heart
It's not hard to do
And all my worldly goods I give to you
Loving you, is a place where I surrender
Touch my heart
No catch 22
And all my worldly goods I give to you
Loving you is a place where I surrender
In my heart
It's not hard to do
And all my worldly goods I give to you.
song performed by by Erasure
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Nothing is sadder than having worldly standards without worldly means.
quote by Van Wyck Brooks
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I was trying to be very at ease in this arrogant person, and very worldly, but something human came into the part. I hate to say that. I wanted to be totally worldly.
quote by Leslie Caron
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Be wisely worldly, but not worldly wise.
quote by Francis Quarles
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Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise.
quote by Francis Quarles
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Into The Night
I walk alone into the night;
into its shadowy silence
where myriad diamonds light
the sky with twinkling luminance;
where its nocturnal clutch conjures
imaginary images:
wierd, phantasmagoric specters
with unworldly, frightful faces.
Luna, mother of night shadows
beams down through naked boxelders
their swaying branches cast below
cimmerian moving creatures:
malevolent fabrications
of my grotesque imagination.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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The Portrait
Her legacy of beauty hung unchanged
And serious above my cluttered desk.
The shadows sketched unworldly creatures: strange
Anomalies around her. Their grotesque
Demeanor: demonic, wildly dancing
A celebratory rite on the wall.
Dubiety! Perhaps I am dreaming.
And yet I still observe ethereal,
Surreal visions. Perhaps pinch myself
That's it! I'll twist a bit of living flesh.
Oh! Ouch! The pain is real as life itself.
The portrait! ... Changed! Her likeness diminished
I see. her comely grace I once beheld
Become a hag where beauty once had dwelled.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral. They have the same effect of grating incongruity as the sound of a coarse voice breaking the solemn silence of night.
quote by George Eliot
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Preach one and do opposite
Kill the ego, denounce the comfort,
and detach yourself from the worldly.
It is the Vedic principle.
Hone the ego, rope the comfort,
and command as much worldly.
It is its preacher’s life style.
25.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mental birth
Thought is broken into many levels and grades.
All men begin on, or near, the same point.
The only difference is the efficiency and where it stems from.
The 'smart, ' are efficient in multiple worldly ways.
The 'dumb' are efficient in ways the 'smart' cannot fathom.
'Average' is the point where efficiency is dependent upon immediate worldly needs.
'Retarded' people are those that grasp and maintain an efficiency held within,
One that man cannot explain because man is on a different, rudimentary plain.
poem by Jeff Rushton
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Like a Moonbeam
A brief encounter with the depth charge,
paralyzed waist down,
looking within
looking without
counting the vibrations in sea shells,
I could hobble along with a younger poem
my love trapped in words.
We were reaching nowhere
near destination.
Our shadows entwined
with our steps.
Bluebells not withstanding catkins of mulberry
stood waist high
for the catwalk.
We kept wishpering
unworldly nothings,
like autumn leaves rustling in air.
Petals of purple bruises squirting the smell of desire.
I will touch you
like moon beam
from dark sky.
poem by Satish Verma
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Joy jumps heart to heart
Joy jumps heart to heart
From heart to heart
like a grasshopper.
But all I need do is but hover
over zenith green-tips of dew.
All I need do' is but dance
above His skies grey purlieu
to feel His rainbows lance
and not feel blue.
All I need do' is but touch wings
with His mirror-ball awnings
His unworldly, light!
'Then learn heaven is truly Bright.
All I need learn is to be still…
Like a grasshopper
He can but net at will…
Clasp in His palms prayer…
Our sinful souls free of sin forever.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Man of Mist
A worldly man must first insist
That things of beauty still exist
That poetry must… in this world
Have yet the passion to persist
By the force of pen in hands of men
By resolve does worldly man resist
The fate of many others in
The surrender to desist
Stand ramrod straight in parsing prose
In search of rhyme… to ne’er twist
Be a man of words, be one that knows
to not become… a man of mist
poem by David Whalen
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The energy of sleep is the dream with everything that exists, with everything that does not exist. He traverses the experiences of the subconscious from all worldly and non-worldly directions.
Camelia Oprița in The word opens the human mind - Saint Nicholas Publishing House
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Of all the worldly passions, lust is the most intense. All other worldly passions seem to follow in its train.
Fly Into The Sun
I would not run from the holocaust
I would not run from the bomb
Id welcome the chance to meet my maker
And fly into the sun
Fly into the sun
Fly into the sun
Id break up into million pieces
And fly into the sun
I would not run from the blazing light
I would not run from its rain
Id see it as an end to misery
As an end to worldly pain
An end to worldly pain
An end to worldly pain
Id shine by the light of the unknown moment
To end this worldly pain
And fly into the sun
Fly into the sun
Id shine by the light of the unknown moment
And fly into the sun
The earth is weeping, the sky is shaking
The stars split to their core
And every proton and unnamed neutron
Is fusing in my bones
And an unnamed mammal is darkly rising
As man burns from his tomb
And I look at this as a blissful moment
To fly into the sun
Fly into the sun
Fly into the sun
Id burn up into a million pieces
And fly into the sun
To end this mystery
Answer my mystery
Id look at this as a wondrous moment
To end this mystery
Fly into the sun
Fly into the sun
Id break up into a million pieces
And fly into the sun
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Sonnet: The Fulcrum
The Balance of Life, an angel does hold,
With fulcrum, pans of good deeds and of sin;
Man tries to alter the fulcrum, so bold,
With a bid, the Final Judgment to win.
But, what a pity? He doesn’t realize,
God’s balance is the most perfect of all!
An earthling shouldn’t be always worldly-wise,
And not listen to the Heavenly call.
The few remnant virtues, a man holds back,
O’er-shadowed by sins and his growing vice;
And ultimately, he is sure to lack,
The money needed for Heaven’s fair price!
The worldly-wise man is a trend-setter!
The soul-wise human, a Heaven-getter!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet XI
GREEN avenue, whose shadow dim and sweet
Pleasantly shelter'd me in days of yore,
Dear lost companion, whose slow-pacing feet
Then wander'd with me on that moss-paved floor,--
Still, like a natural temple, spring those trees,
Their column'd stems high-arching over-head?
Still dost THOU love, while sighs the murmuring breeze,
At Summer eve that velvet path to tread?
Then, gentle friend, in whose unworldly eyes,
And on whose calm, serene, expressive brow,
The light of many a prayer reflected lies,
As thou with Heaven didst constant commune know,--
Though, in this world, divided we must be,
Kneel in that quiet spot, and pray to God for ME!
poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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Sonnet-Be Wise
Our earthly-life is just a passing phase;
The luckiest thing is being born human;
Just transient are the problems that we face;
Lets live our best and do service yeoman.
Yet, pass we all this way just only once;
What luck to be one's kith and kin, kindred!
Our soul could shine then like a hundred Suns,
But only after we are earthly dead.
In this short time, what anxiety we face;
There isn't the time to ask about others;
We find our worldly-life is like a maze,
Where frustrations, our heart and mind smothers.
The worldly-man stays forever but vexed;
The soul-wise man is ready for God's Test.
poem by John Celes
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