James L. Flood
As oft it happens in the youth of day
That mists obscure the sun's imperfect ray,
Who, as he's mounting to the dome's extreme,
Smites and dispels them with a steeper beam,
So you the vapors that begirt your birth
Consumed, and manifested all your worth.
But still one early vice obstructs the light
And sullies all the visible and bright
Display of mind and character. You write.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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I Am the M.A.N. Manifested Attitude in & of Nature
I Am the incomparable female
My mistakes never fail
With existence I do entail
The unwritten consciousness
I see with my total being
I make Nature visible to the blind
Nature is Braille to their mind
I Am The Man
Manifested Attitude in and of Nature
I Am the extreme Attitude willing to exude the Universe
The oceans of absoluteness is the blood birthed on earth
Death is my energy
Executing exquisite expressions
I Am The Man
Manifested Attitude in and of Nature
The continent of Africa is minute
Culture is still an antiquated dispute
Cherished by the deaf and blind recruit
Everything you touch you pollute
Hue-man you have not learned
My water—my animals—my rain forest—my air
you knowingly burned
Hue-man you have not turned
I Am The Man
Manifested Attitude in and of Nature
Mount Saint Helen-Mount Vesuvius and Pompei
Tidal waves-El Nino and hurricane display
I Am Mother Nature—Mother of God—Mother Earth
The Black Goddess, The Great Mother of Africa and
I Am The Man
Manifested Attitude in and of Nature
poem by Josephine DixonBanks
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Obscure
How obscure
To heal a heart full of hatred
Through the light of forgiveness...
How obscure
To cure blindness
Through the light of open-mindedness...
How obscure
To cure deafness
Through the light of consciousness...
How obscure
To cure dumbness
Through the light of intelligence...
How obscure...
To heal a hand of hostility
Through the light of kindness...
How obscure
To cure a paralytic
Through the light of liberty...
How obscure
To cure sickness
Through the light of benevolence...
How obscure to understand
To heal physicality
Through the presence of spirituality
poem by Mary Joy Lumanog
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Scribbler's Stymie
Pen and paper in sight
I've got no poem to write
Staying up all night
I've got no poem to write
Although my mind is bright
I've got no poem to write
It's windy out tonight, should I go fly a kite?
I've got no poem to write
My ceiling, it is white
I've got no poem to write
It's 4: 59! Five, but not quite
I've got no poem to write
In your arms I'd feel so light
I've got no poem to write
I've had no sleep tonight
I've got no poem to write
Will you just hold me tight?
I've got no poem to write
Outside it's almost light
I've got no poem to write
It's late, off goes my light
I've got no poem to write
poem by Julia Grace
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Pride sullies the noblest character.
quote by Claudianus
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A Chanuka and Christmas Carol
Chanukah and Christmas – Let's celebrate the light
The Grace of God Eternal dispels the dark of night.
Daniel had prophesied the Desolation
False idols in the temple: 'twas the Desecration
Little lamp oil remained for the altar dedication
So God provided the light to this and every earthly nation.
Chanukah and Christmas – Let's celebrate the light
The Grace of the Father dispels the dark of night.
NesGadolHayahSham – A Great Miracle Happened there
The star of Bethlehem lit the way to a little manger where
The miracle of Jesus birth in the creche of a mare.
Hosanna, Alleluia, the Angel Chorus does declare.
Chanukah and Christmas – Let's celebrate the light
The Light of the Messiah dispels the dark of night.
At the time of Chanukah on the porch of Solomon
The Messiah was revealed, Jesus is the Father's son.
Sheep follow the shepherd and unto him ye run,
And recognize the works which show that He and God are one.
Chanukah and Christmas – Let's celebrate the light
The Light of the Good Shepherd dispels the dark of night.
The rededication lacked the glory of the Ark
But when Immanuel came, He dispelled the dark.
So worship not in a building cold and stark.
But in Spirit and in Truth – Jesus the eternal bulwark.
Chanukah and Christmas – Let's celebrate the light
The Light of the Holy Spirit dispels the dark of night.
The eternal sacrifice, His body: temple stones and bricks.
Like the shammus which lights all menorrah wicks.
Jesus, the servant-king, lights our spirit-candle sticks
That we may be His beacons, His light our hearts affix.
Chanukah and Christmas – Let's celebrate the light
The Light of the World dispels the dark of night.
Based on Daniel 8: 11 9: 27 11: 31 12: 11 and John 10: 23
Copyright 2007 (c) Daniel Partlow
poem by Daniel Partlow
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Imperfectly
Can I help it if Im not neat
If there were creeps before you
How can I help you if I am weak?
If I dont know how to help me
But I love you, I love you
Imperfect, imperfect, imperfectly
I love you imperfect, imperfect, imperfectly
Can I help it if Im high strung
If I was born with a sharp tongue
Will you marry me if I stay sweet?
If I am the one with the cold feet
I love you, I love you
Imperfect, imperfect, imperfectly
I love you imperfect, imperfect imperfectly
I love you imperfect, imperfect, imperfectly
Imperfectly, imperfectly, imperfectly, imperfectly
Imperfectly, imperfectly, imperfectly
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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Demystified for M' lady Cate
The mist persists, it will insist
it has the right to block the light
with trailing wisps of dirty white.
The mist is wrong and it will learn
to leave when it has served its turn
Because the sun will rise and burn
the remnants of the mist away
There is no way that it can stay
once the bright sun comes out to play.
The mist defeated has to go.
It leaves reluctantly and slow
but where it goes I do not know.
It will return with fall of night
lurk in the darkness hid from sight.
Unless outlined by the moonlight.
The silver light makes it appear
to be the ghosts which cause men fear.
But they will quickly disappear
When banks of cloud obscure the light.
Be re-absorbed into the night.
to their dismay but men’s delight.
The mists persist they wont desist
as long as day and night exist
and if they did they would be missed.
The moisture which the mist supply
the plants trees drink thirstily.
Without the mists some plants would die.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Per bo
Once I knew a noble peasant
From a line of men large-hearted.
Light and strength were in his mind,
Lifted like a peak clear-lined
O'er the valley in spring sunshine,
First to feel the morning's beam,
First refreshed by cloud-born stream.
Wide the springtime spread its banner,
Waving in his will illumined,
Bright with promise, color-sound;
Heritage of toil its ground.
Round that mountain music floated,
Songsters sweet of faith and hope
Nestled on its tree-clad slope.
Sometime, sometime all the valley
Like him shall with light be flooded;
Sometime all his faith and truth
Sunward grow in dewy youth,
And the dreams he dreamt too early
Live and make him leader be
For a race as true as he.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Character
There is a secret
no one talks about;
one that we have mystified
and camouflaged.
Simply put
it begins with
the Morning Test,
which is
no one but you
can get out of bed.
That you have to do
for your self.
Others may call;
alarms may ring;
but in the end
you have only you
to motivate
to get yourself
out of bed.
This is the secret.
While we gain comfort
with faith, and kin
the sad news is
that while
this offers succor;
no one can feel the pain
that's yours;
no one can die in your place
put on your face
be inside you
really, deeply understand you.
No one can love another but you;
there is no love that is proxy love.
We humans paper this over
we don't tell the children-
we obscure this;
whole societies take the premise
that we are not
in the end alone.
The deep shock is
for some of us
when we find this is not
strictly true;
that some things
we rely on
don't really substitute
for the fact that you are alone with you,
in most things hard.
That is the Hard Truth.
What to do?
Enter here then the value of Character;
Character gives us the courage
to stand up
when others disagree and reject
and leave us alone to buffet
against the wily treacherous world.
Character gives us the courage
and the energy
to relentlessly press on
against impossible odds
and grow from this adversity
the capacity for unconditional
Commitment.
Character is all we have
when we discover
we are all alone.
Some think it came with us
from birth
others say it is imparted
by those around us
at an early age.
We start out then with external supports
until we develop our own internal ones
for ourselves and this ultimately
guides what we
do and can do in life.
It is the process of Growing Up.
And Growing Up
is simply
faith in one's self
and Character
at base.
This is magical.
Got to go.
Need to get up;
Get out of bed.
And,
only I can do that.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Uncreated Light
There is a Light, an Uncreated Beam
in which the Glory of God can be seen.
A pure and holy and an Eternal light
It is seen in Jesus Christ shining bright.
A light brighter than the noonday sun
shines from the Lord, the Righteous One.
The King of kings and Lord of all
and beneath His feet all men shall fall.
A great and wondrous light that shines so bright.
banishing all the darkness from its' sight.
This uncreated Beam on earth did shine
and our lives are enriched by the Divine.
With glorious beauty His life unfurled
blazing out holiness in this dark world.
The Shekinah glory comes shining through
as the Light of Life reaches out to you.
Light
Light uncreated shone upon the earth
born within the stable by virgin birth.
Light immortal descending from above
flooding the world with God's 'agape' love.
Light all radiant illuminates the way
dispels all darkness and brightens each day.
Light inextinguishable e'en in death
Cries 'Father forgive' with His dying breath.
Light indestructible bursts from the grave
rising victorious His loved ones to save.
Light all glorious ascending on high
hidden from sight by the clouds in the sky.
Light everlasting will come again
with His great glory and angelic train.
Light eternal will blaze on and on
when all earthlight has darkened and gone.
The Searchlight
How George Herbert would have loved this word
for all the images it lights in mind!
The gloried sun of soul, no added light
needs, in unshadowed light of reason’s day;
but in the murky night of ignorance –
then reason’s other task, the probing beam
upon the dark, cruel cobweb-cornered mind
may shine; and as it clears the willing mind,
the sharper (and more seeming painful) those
last vestiges of age-old, flying things
that lurk and creep in coward-cov’ring dark!
A stormy sea needs most a light-house brave:
for age-old things resent the searchlight’s beam;
but when the night, and that unknowing’s cloud
yield to the eastward flush of dawn – how bright
the daylight shines, for those who watch all night!
And so, George Herbert, as you spoke the word -
in all things seen; for Whom, all done: our Lord.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Matins
Gray earth, gray mist, gray sky:
Through vapors hurrying by,
Larger than wont, on high
Floats the horned, yellow moon.
Chill airs are faintly stirred,
And far away is heard,
Of some fresh-awakened bird,
The querulous, shrill tune.
The dark mist hides the face
Of the dim land: no trace
Of rock or river's place
In the thick air is drawn;
But dripping grass smells sweet,
And rustling branches meet,
And sounding water greet
The slow, sure, sacred dawn.
Past is the long black night,
With its keen lightnings white,
Thunder and floods: new light
The glimmering low east streaks.
The dense clouds part: between
Their jagged rents are seen
Pale reaches blue and green,
As the mirk curtain breaks.
Above the shadowy world,
Still more and more unfurled,
The gathered mists upcurled
Like phantoms melt and pass.
In clear-obscure revealed,
Brown wood, gray stream, dark field:
Fresh, healthy odors yield
Wet furrows, flowers, and grass.
The sudden, splendid gleam
Of one thin, golden beam
Shoots from the feathered rim
Of yon hill crowned with woods.
Down its embowered side,
As living waters slide,
So the great morning tide
Follows in sunny floods.
From bush and hedge and tree
Joy, unrestrained and free,
Breaks forth in melody,
Twitter and chirp and song:
Alive the festal air
With gauze-winged creatures fair,
That flicker everywhere,
Dart, poise, and flash along.
The shining mists are gone,
Slight films of gold swift-blown
Before the strong, bright sun
Or the deep-colored sky:
A world of life and glow
Sparkles and basks below,
Where the soft meads a-row,
Hoary with dew-fall, lie.
Does not the morn break thus,
Swift, bright, victorious,
With new skies cleared for us,
Over the soul storm-tost?
Her night was long and deep,
Strange visions vexed her sleep,
Strange sorrows bade her weep:
Her faith in dawn was lost.
No halt, no rest for her,
The immortal wanderer
From sphere to higher sphere,
Toward the pure source of day.
The new light shames her fears,
Her faithlessness, her tears,
As the new sun appears
To light her godlike way.
poem by Emma Lazarus
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Open Sesame....
because i care for you,
i must learn to love the intricacies of
paranoia,
time must cure
what friendships lack
Open Sesame!
let the caves open their doors
and now
display the jewelries, and
shining glories within.
the mind eats up
what we store
let all these be consumed
so we can be light as sparrows
and learn again
how to fly
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mind vs. Heart
Mind: It's too early
Heart: The timing's right
Mind: Do you really want to ruin your freindship?
Heart: I'll take a chance
Mind: You don'y really love him that much
Heart: I love him enough
Mind: He's too old for you
Heart: Time matters not compared to love
Mind: You haven't known each other very long
Heart: It was love at first write
Mind: Are you prepared to let yourself get your heart broken...again?
Heart: ....He's worth the pain
Mind: Are you ready?
Heart: Yes...Are you?
poem by Courtney Wills
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Why I Write?
I write poems for myself and I write for the readers
I write for the masses and I write for the leaders
I write to imprint my thoughts in people's mind
I write to make the bad guys helpful and kind
I write to light up our path to Great God
I write for everyone home and abroad
I write to preserve values new and old
I write to make my ink precious like gold
I write for peace and I write for progress
I write to make the world a better place
All major issues I want to address
I write to see smile on God's face
poem by Asif Andalib
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Song: Tis Not the Beam
'Tis not the beam of her bright blue eye,
Nor the smile of her lip of rosy dye,
Nor the dark brown wreaths of her glossy hair,
Nor her changing cheek, so rich and rare.
Oh! these are the sweets of a fairy dream,
The changing hues of an April sky.
They fade like dew in the morning beam,
Or the passing zephyr's odour'd sigh.
'Tis a dearer spell that bids me kneel,
'Tis the heart to love, and the soul to feel:
'Tis the mind of light, and the spirit free,
And the bosom that heaves alone for me.
Oh! these are the sweets that kindly stay
From youth's gay morning to age's night;
When beauty's rainbow tints decay,
Love's torch still burns with a holy light.
Soon will the bloom of the fairest fade,
And love will droop in the cheerless shade,
Or if tears should fall on his wing of joy,
It will hasten the flight of the laughing boy.
But oh! the light of the constant soul
Nor time can darken nor sorrow dim;
Though woe may weep in life's mingled bowl,
Love still shall hover around its brim.
poem by Joseph Rodman Drake
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The True Light
I write as the light as never been written,
But I write a proper truth,
In saying that light is nothing more,
Than the corrupted image of youth,
And light has never shone itself on my face this day,
As I sit here now only dark is here to embrace,
That is not much of a troubling fate,
For I see that light is only twisted darkness,
Only disguised by an ironic smile.
poem by Raphael Amorous Cead
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I loved playing Go Go, because the character's so extreme. And she's pretty close to my real character. Especially the fact that she liked her sword with a lot of accessories.
quote by Chiaki Kuriyama
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We see but dimly through the mists and vapors
Amid these earthly damps
What seem to us but sad, funeral tapers
May be heaven's distant lamps.
quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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