Tell nothing than a Story
bits and pieces
of the navel recall the pain
and honey sweet
of the fangs of death, neither bedside
sleep the Catacomb of
deep slumber wins the shadow of
victory in the first day
as the open eyes
reveals
whether
the golden Daffodils
of the towering fresh of scented
perfume of Alleluia, the laughter of joy,
embrace the paradise
of long awaited life, hovering the moment
of where the decision quest
the ever changing
harmony of birth, viewed the endless
search of what is the coming
judgment of time
hail! the returning angels, the crops
is ready to be fulfilled …
poem by Antonio Liao
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Light Of The Stable-christmas
(steve rhymer/elizabeth rhymer)
Hail, hail to the newborn king
Let our voices sing him our praises
Hail, hail to the guiding light
That brought us tonight to our savior
Ale, alleluia, alle, alleluia
Ale, alleluia, alle, alleluia
Come now, there it shines so bright
To the knowing light of the stable
Lean close to the child so dear
Cast aside your fear and the thankful
Ale, alleluia, alle, alleluia
Ale, alleluia, alle, alleluia
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Vanishing Earth
scan the pages of life and you will find
the glorious days where a breathless
moment of the past lingers in our memories of life
episode
now goes where the shadow of its
beginning rehearsed, and finds the anecdote that
nothing exist without touching the moment
of time to remember, stay what the heart reveals
and crystallize every dream of what the heart
indulge for nothing than bits
of remnant will come beneath the
rushing day arise
keeps the little lovely Lilies refresh
and let the pond sprinkle with laughter and fun,
thou the smile make a beautiful joy of sweet
goodbye, forever shower the basket of
happy ending salutation and all wants to
say the honest return to where the
touching wind come
the laughter hears from the distance land and the
perfume of Cedar of Lebanon taste worth
remembering...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Unguarded moment
like lightening flashes in a moment of moments, all
changes in its form, and what the mind can perceive
reality can't resist
the gate of the sting of death, suddenly comes in a most
unguarded moment, like a theft in the night that enters
in your window, when you are asleep
as the bubble in the water, evaporated in the midst air, the
mingling of oxygen and hydrogen, lucidly break by the warm
air, makes it to expand the flexibility of the interior wall, the
unguarded moment of reality comes, into a new dimension
of existence
be always alert, be steadfastly alive, be aware and cautious
be ready, be on the go, be prepared, be on guard for the
most sudden decision comes in this unguarded moment of
your life
it always come in deep sleep, that no one knows, of when and
where it comes, this is the precious time that our most value
decision is nothing to grasp in your very own memories
yet! its the most awaken time to lost, what you don't have,
is the moment to surrender, its the time to listen and
remember that you are nothing at all, your everything is
off no price to sale
this the moment, that God whom you believe, want you to
stay with him, the unguarded moment that he long awaited for, its
a time that you feel its not for you, a time that you see it is not
true but it happen, for only your soul rejoice, for it found complete
answer to what your heart desire
be on the guard, not all times is a moment for you, take a simple
call to God and listen always to his revealing wisdom in your
heart, be on time in every day to days life...... your in
God's avenue
poem by Antonio Liao
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Episode of Clashes
mirror, mirror in the clouds, come
and witness whose
gone to lost
dirty tricks dirt the clouds and
blood painted in the soil
rejoice
Alleluia, the dancing navel cried,
the sadden sun drops the
heavenly tears
to mourn
floods nemesis the last breathe
the baby laugh
Oh! Mother earth turns my fear to
twilight flame of gain,
regret comes beneath your
homeless moment of golden
ribbon in the hair
hail on the returning day,
glad tiding, repay the black smoke to
reign in the ruin of glory
of every human race I pray
Stay and come again in my heart
embrace...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Lull before the Storm
oh!
capture my wind
the heart that never fade, lessen
the mumble heart
of where it goes in the stream
of quite whisper catacomb
of Lilies fresh
in the midst of darkness evening of
sweet memories
secluded
time has come and catch the
pure and crystal bloom
of droplets in the
poison of fresh entity of leaving the
glory of the past; who
has now come to surrender to
a great quest of victory,
the lasting gift
of what is today’s life I conquer
forever
Camelot
of the knight view the
meadows of good tiding for the storm
has come nothing but to
give the precious rest of the golden
sword in the
rising sun …
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Meaning Of Life
Long I have pondered the meaning of my existance
The answers I believe exist deep within a soul
It's in the beauty that lives around us every waking moment
It is lullaby's sweet melody calling us back to slumber
It's the spectacular sunrise of another beautiful day
The smell of fresh meadow flowers opening in mornings dew
It's the smile of a complete stranger as you pass on life's journey
It's the contented laughter of an infant at play
It's that touch of affection from someone held so dear
That look of complete and utter love in their eye's
It's the tears that flow freely from someone in pain
It's all the things we see in life that we think nothing of
The meaning of life is what we choose to make it
The time we take to absorb the very fabric of life around us
The effort we put into making someone's day a little brighter
But mostly it's the love we show when needed by those around us
Embrace the birth of each new day with enthusiasm
Smile at the rising of the sun, feel it warm your very soul
Let those around you know just how much you care
Because the meaning of life, is quite simply... To live it...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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The Shadow
The shadow of your threshold is so full
Of meaning, that the stranger knows what home
Is yours, if peace dwell here, or strife, or restless
Unsatisfied ambition. As the tree's
Deep shadow meaneth rest and comfort, or
Is poison, sleep eternal, such the house
That is a home's sweet shadow or a dark
Abode of sin, of lurking lie and danger.
The shadow of your life, that is so small
In bright midday and summer's burning sun,
Begins to lengthen when your evening comes,
And shows the beauty of the tree in outline,
Its graceful forms, its harmony and power;
And never did its beauty strike before,
As now, when lost in thought, you contemplate
The shadow on the lawn. The golden rays
That flood it, make it higher, nobler, and
Its shadow ever greater, till the night
Calls forth the moon, to make it deep and weird
As if unspoken pain had darkened it,
As if the silvery paleness of the moon
Sharpened its features into hardness almost.
Behold the shadow of thy life! Look well if
It be a threshold that reveals the strong
Unbending will, the height of all your aims,
Your passions' darkness, and the harmony
Of all the branches that were put into
Your care! Look at the shadow when your day
Is done, and winter's moon will draw its line
In naked truth, without the flattering leaves
Upon your windingsheet's unruffled snow.
poem by Carmen Sylva
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The Conqueror's Eye
dash me to your vision, capture my day with hope and
fantasy young and sweet, like fruits waiting to be bite
and Juice into bits and pieces of grinded pickle in your
tongue
just like a moment catching the zero point, the high
that never every wish to settle such stands, where
nowhere state of feeling hallucinate the coming end
for fear of returning home, in your endless view of
perfection
deceive me in your eyes, the hug mesmerize the
coming stay of you in my moment of time; wash those
fears of dying, for nothing close in your mind would
lead you far from me, all have something to make you
feel alright my darling
where, of those dream would come to my midst of
distress and fall back the tears that the heart has falling
apart; for tomorrow will only be the log of the future I
hope and stay to live with you, grasp and capture the
eye that see the season of spring; for my heart leads my
soul to see you again
oh! come my ears listen and let me conquer the
captured eagle eye of deception, and never ask the
close hand to open the future of my fate … and.i will
be in vain …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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Praise the Lord, God's Glories Show
Praise the Lord, God’s glories show, Alleluia!
Saints within God’s courts below, Alleluia!
Angels round the throne above, Alleluia!
All that see and share God’s love, Alleluia!
Earth to heaven and heaven to earth, Alleluia!
Tell the wonders, sing God’s worth, Alleluia!
Age to age and shore to shore, Alleluia!
Praise God, praise forevermore! Alleluia!
Praise the Lord, great mercies trace, Alleluia!
Praise His providence and grace, Alleluia!
All that God for us has done, Alleluia!
All God sends us through the Son. Alleluia!
Strings and voices, hands and hearts, Alleluia!
In the concert bear your parts, Alleluia!
All that breathe, your Lord adore, Alleluia!
Praise Him, praise Him evermore!
poem by Henry Francis Lyte
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Infant child
joy
capture
all the pain, reveals the
the beginning
of a dawning shadow
of life, where
the wisdom
of time started to slow
for a
moment of birth
the image and likeness of
love resemble
in the most wonderful creation
of all time;
as the paramount of gift share,
invited to
procreate and paint
stake the work of God....
so sweet and tender that
last
for a lifetime in
the aura of mother's love beneath
the strength
of a father's tussle of hope;
the authentic reason
to live in the awesome world of our
oh! infant child please breathlessly wait
us to see the legacy of our victory ….
poem by Antonio Liao
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Paradise
Paradise
Caught between the fire and the ice
No need to think twice
It's where I want to be
Like a weather vane
Following the wind the sun and rain
The ecstasy and pain
And all that comes between
Cause in the morning summer breezes will be coming my way
Then in the evening I'm believing I'll be ready to say
That I am living here in paradise
Balancing the darkness with the light
Silencing the fight
Ahead is all I see
Like a golden chain
Wrapped around the laughter and the pain
Silencing the blame
Let it all break free
Then in the morning summer breezes will be coming my way
And in the evening I'm believing I'll be ready to say
That we're all living here in paradise
And though the sun will fade away they say
There's so much more to fill a day
So be a weather vane
Following the wind the sun and rain
The ecstasy and pain
And all that comes between
Cause in the morning summer breezes will be coming your way
Then in the evening I'm believing you'll be ready to say
That we're all living here in paradise (we wouldn't)
In paradise (we wouldn't)
Paradise (we wouldn't want to be)
Paradise (we wouldn't)
Living here in paradise (we wouldn't)
Between the fire and the ice (we wouldn't want to be)
(repeat and fade)
song performed by by America
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Ignoti Hominibus Noti Deo
fashionable heart forecast the shadow of the future,
a bright twilight that make every paths know that leads
to the burning endless pain of flame
viewed as you see the memory lend a timing chain
that point to the beautiful star, a heroes where no
one ever touch the fuming zooming ooze of victory of
the passing day, before a little stay of today’s moment
to remember, until tomorrow’s past gain with me
like a precious step walks in the line of wonderful
moment of today, shivering, and hunting the pinnacle
of what is best for a given life, everything gone and
something has made for the show has to go on, beyond
expectation of any men
chant my echo, sing the lullaby of the baby’s breathe,
the blooming Cherry blossom sprouted like a Lilies in
the seabed’s of beautiful harmony of history, within the
harbor of brave and honor cavaliers of Soldiers grave
believe no doubt of expectation, it’s blind and had just
open the memory of great unknown to men, but known
to God
live the victory in your laurel hand and die so others
will be free ……
“Unknown to men, but known to God’ …..the waited
Soldiers lost in the memory of freedom…this poem is
dedicated.
poem by Antonio Liao
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Veil of Death
Death for believers is but a veil, for through Christ we will prevail,
For we may die upon this earth, but live the promise of new birth.
After this life and much travail, we slip through a mysterious veil,
Into the presence of God’s Throne, through no efforts of our own.
For a brief moment we may sleep, but as we awake we will reap,
Reap from God an Eternal Life, and all due to the work of Christ.
When we sleep in Christ we wake; because He died for our sake.
Though Christ died now He lives, and Eternal Life to us He gives.
Death although it may come, has been swallowed up by The Son,
Through His victory on the cross, where Christ died for all the lost.
Now not only have we been found, but in Him new life will abound,
A life that starts upon this earth, when we experience a New Birth.
Life may begin here my friend, but a new life in Christ has no end,
As we enter what seems as death, we breathe in Heaven’s breath.
We’ll leave behind all that’s frail, as we briefly slip through the veil,
As we enter into God’s Paradise, to live forever with Jesus Christ.
We’ll leave the bodies that have died, and get new bodies glorified,
We will live an eternity with Him, in God’s Paradise that has no sin,
This could be the reason why; precious is the death, in God’s eyes,
Of all the saints He calls His own, as they enter their Eternal Home.
(Copyright ©05/2006)
Warrior, Mind and Soul
come to think of it...
my head is tilted toward and against
breaking the wall of enmity, chatting with mighty warrior
victory has come to stay...
i cannot be a slave to the soul that weak, crawling, no not me
i will show my trophy to the simple soul, but the warrior
rejoice with me.
travel in thick darkness, fear nothing but the flies the can touch and reach me soul and mind because strength come within
i cannot stay here any more, lofty in the air ready to fly
because even warrior and the mighty have gone to sleep
rule my world among the simple..
sleep sleep sleep they said but...
no soldier sleep not in the battle unless is ready to be sacrificed inn the shire... yes winner wins and loser lose
all in the shadow of illusion... fear cast away standing
on the hill and say
victory! victory! victory.. to the mind and soul of the warrior
poem by Oluwajobi John
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The Easter Decorations
O take away your dried and painted garlands!
The snow-cloth's fallen from each quicken'd brow,
The stone's rolled off the sepulchre of winter,
And risen leaves and flowers are wanted now.
Send out the little ones, that they may gather
With their pure hands the firstlings of the birth,—
Green-golden tufts and delicate half-blown blossoms,
Sweet with the fragrance of the Easter earth;
Great primrose bunches, with soft, damp moss clinging
To their brown fibres, nursed in hazel roots;
And violets from the shady banks and copses,
And wood-anemones, and white hawthorn shoots;
And tender curling fronds of fern, and grasses
And crumpled leaves from brink of babbling rills,
With cottage-garden treasures—pale narcissi
And lilac plumes and yellow daffodils.
Open the doors, and let the Easter sunshine
Flow warmly in and out, in amber waves,
And let the perfume floating round our altar
Meet the new perfume from the outer graves.
And let the Easter “Alleluia!” mingle
With the sweet silver rain-notes of the lark;
Let us all sing together!—Lent is over,
Captivity and winter, death and dark
poem by Ada Cambridge
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Eden's Gifts
Come gentle to me, my loving embrace
'Neath the Willow Tree...
Let us, both together, entwine
Through the vine, of Our Eternity.
Come closer, to the shoreline, love
The alibaster sands, they await...
The swaying Palms, dance in perfect rhythm
Near the islands, arched bamboo gate.
Allow us, to dwell, for some time and again
In the Teal Seaweed and Olive Moss...
With tender caresses, together wrapped up
So that we shall never suffer one anothers loss.
Spread sweet honey, 'cross my longing navel
And fresh coconut milk upon my deep pink lips
Touch and tempt my Pearl of excitation...
Bring both of us, ever sweet-sweet bliss.
Let us drink, the Ambrosia of the Gods
And lay, upon a hammock, of banana leaves
Allow us, to cherish this Genesis Paradise...
And then softly whisper, : 'I love you', to the island breeze
poem by Theodora Onken
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Awakening
in the deep slumber, the echo of the night lives,
wondering the sweet experience of the past,
the lasting bastion of existence of the soul
a milk in the lips of the child, hold on the
breath of each day to survive, like lime of the
sweeten tongue of every lip quest its thirst
awake every deep sleep
sow then the fertile land of wheat, for
nothing would be hungry in the each stomach
that is full, uproot and lead every sweet
strengthen sweat that touches the ground nay,
lay not the hands to toil the land for death waits
no one in the grave
leave not to hold the closing eye the vision to
walk in the valley of tears, for only the presence
of the heart will tell where the night is falling
apart, in the dream that your eyes is open to close
just be there and hold me tight, the star is there
waiting to grasp the falling rainbow in your
eyes......
“ my deep and humble poem dedicated to the loving
People who waits their beloved one in their
Deep sleep “
poem by Antonio Liao
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Ditty: "My True Love's Eyes"
My true-love's eyes are a surprise
To put an end to ranging;
They vary so,—come weal, come woe,—
One can but watch their changing!
Sometimes they shine with light divine,—
Twin deeps where moonbeams hover,—
Anon they seem like stars agleam,
With laughter brimming over.
My true-love's mouth is as the south
In time of blossom, sunny;
A rose, in death, bequeathed it breath,
And bees have lent it honey.
But oh, her heart is still the art,
The magic fresh and living,
That wins the free her slaves to be
By its own gift of giving!
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
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Sleep Well Angel Sweetness
Sleep well angel sweetness
Find your place in dreams
Keep well within your mind
That nothing's as it seams.
This night angel sweetness
You have opened up my eyes
You have changed in form
Beyond the storm and opened up the skies.
Sleep well angel princes
In your kingdom's shade
Keep well within your boundaries
The time allowed to fade.
Sleep well angel dearest
Moon beam maiden of this realm
Keep steady in your hand the dreams
Which keep you steady at the helm.
Sleep well angel sweetness
Find your place within the clouds
Beyond the reach of savage men
Beyond the gathered crowds.
Let us dance beyond the moon
Allow us time to sing
Let us dance upon the moon
Allow us love to bring.
Let us swim the ocean sky
Allow us love to know
Let us fly and never sigh
Above worlds of porcelain snow.
My love for you sweet angel
Knows no boundaries in its kiss
Sleep well angel dearest
Upon a cloud of heavens bliss
Rest your head a moment
Just one moment in descent
Allow us time to kiss the moon
The future, past and present.
Let us swim the ocean sky
See angels dreaming there
Let us swim and never sigh
Run fingers through their hair.
Sleep well angel dearest
Below the clear moon sky
Embrace all it is you fear
Could bring tears to your eyes.
Embrace the day that beckons you
For it is as each moment the birth
And death of all creation.
poem by David Lacey
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Spring Delirium
Gold days give way to sudden rain,
But what, I ask, of that?
For I am my own man again,
And gloom comes sprawling flat.
Let grouchers grieve and nurse the hump
Because bleak winds still shout;
But I don't care a tupp'ny dump;
From zero - whoop! - my spirits jump:
The daffodils are out.
Hail bloom of golden promise! Hail!
These trumpets sing of hope.
To mock grim Winter's weakening flail
And shame the misanthrope.
All hail! And hail again, for luck.
Hence, cold and clammy doubt!
Come, Spring! Come, honey-bee and suck;
Into this heady nector tuck!
The daffodils are out!
Spring for the young? Ah, foolish claim.
Spring burgeons for the old,
To touch old hearts again with flame
And oust the creeping cold.
So, as each golden cup now spills
Its gladness all about,
I, freed again of age's ills,
Grow dilly with the daffodils.
The daffodils are out!
Yet, am I old? Who said I'm old?
Ah, Spring's sweet alchemy!
Gaze now upon me and behold
A recharged battery.
I waggle my rheumatic knees
And, as the years I flout,
Hot blood incontinently flees
Along my hardening arteries
The daffodils are out!
Birds call; the buds grow fat; I sing
A daft, delicious lay.
Prim primulas are carpeting
My somewhat wobbly way.
Oh, vernal verve! September's spree!
I laugh! I sing! I shout!
With dragonfly and drunken bee
I go right off my rocker. Gee!
The wotsernames are out!
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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