Deeds
'Tis well with words, oh masters, ye have sought,
To turn men's eyes yearning to the great and true,
Yet first take heed to what your own hands do;
By deeds not words the souls of men are taught;
Good lives alone are fruitful; they are caught
Into the fountain of all life (wherethrough
Men's souls that drink are broken or made new)
Like drops of heavenly elixir, fraught
With the clear essence of eternal youth.
Even one little deed of weak untruth
Is like a drop of quenchless venom cast,
A liquid thread, into life's feeding stream,
Woven forever with its crystal gleam,
Bearing the seed of death and woe at last.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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Men With Broken Hearts
You'll meet many just like me upon life's busy street
With shoulders stooped and heads bowed low and eyes that stare in defeat
Or souls that live within the past where sorrow plays all parts
Where a living death is all that's left for men with broken hearts
You have no right to be the judge to criticize and condemn
Just think but for the grace of God it would be you instead of him
One careless step a thoughtless deed and then the misery starts
And to those who weep death comes cheap these men with broken hearts
Oh so humble you should be when they come passing by
For it's written that the greatest men never get too big to cry
Some lose faith in love and life when sorrow shoots her darts
And with hope all gone they walk alone these men with broken hearts
You've never walked in that man's shoes or saw things through his eyes
Or stood and watched with helpless hands while the heart inside you dies
Some were propers some were kings and some were masters of the arts
But in their shame they're all the same these men with broken hearts
Life sometimes can be so cruel that a heart will pray for death
God why must these living dead know pain with every breath
So help your brother along the road no matter where he starts
For the God that made you made them too these men with broken hearts
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Eternal Love
Immortal love we always need,
Less than that becomes a weed,
Oh, great love, you often feed,
Very young lovers and then lead,
Eternal happiness with a little seed,
Obstinate to carry out a great deed,
Baby you know my love is great,
Love can make us one and create,
Youth that will never die or fade,
Youth that doesn't grudge or hate,
Old age never affects our souls,
Under our flesh, great love recalls,
Better days we lived and still enjoy,
An easy life with our little boy,
But deep inside our love increases,
You know love fights all diseases.
poem by Omar Jabak
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The Prophecy
Now that I know the right time has come
My prediction will surely be true
The impending disaster it looms
And the whole of the village is doomed
Why wont you listen to me
Is it so hard to understand
That I am the real seventh son
Your life or death on me depends
Suffering and pain impending disaster
Souls crying the devils laughter
Heard the cry of the seven whistlers
Lucifer smiles looks on and waits
Ill take your life in my hands
Your fate your fortunes in my vision
Heed what I say and youll see what will be
Please listen to me
Now that they see the disaster is done
Now they put all the blame on to me
They feel I brought on a curse
Dont they know that the torment
It stays with me knowing that I walk alone
Through the eyes of the future I see
They dont even know what fear is
Dont they know Im the one that is cursed
Purgatory beckons souls lost forever
Life after death or heaven hereafter
Heard the call of the seven whistlers again
Now lucifer laughs hell awaits
I had thei lives in my hands
Their fate their fortune in my vision
No one believed in my true prophecy
And now its too late
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Lady Of The Lake 2
I saw the old lady
again today
the one who lives
across the way
She took my hand
and walked me
towards the light
It was so beautiful and bright
heavenly souls all waiting in a line
but I had to close my eyes
and turn away
The old lady said
don't go back into the dark
it's time to start a new life
with souls of the same heart
I said
I've got to stay behind
and watch over my daughters life
I trust nobody but me and
her mother to make sure
she has a good start in life
so I will walk on the dark side
to be by her side
when she's made her life
and I know she's happy inside
I will come to the light
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Jeremy Carlisle
Passer-by, sin beyond any sin
Is the sin of blindness of souls to other souls.
And joy beyond any joy is the joy
Of having the good in you seen, and seeing the good
At the miraculous moment!
Here I confess to a lofty scorn,
And an acrid skepticism.
But do you remember the liquid that Penniwit
Poured on tintypes making them blue
With a mist like hickory smoke?
Then how the picture began to clear
Till the face came forth like life?
So you appeared to me, neglected ones,
And enemies too, as I went along
With my face growing clearer to you as yours
Grew clearer to me.
We were ready then to walk together
And sing in chorus and chant the dawn
Of life that is wholly life.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Thinking Of Your Work And Life (Cavatina Sequence)
Thinking of your work and life, a yearning
to earn much more;
where now I do lack all kinds of good things,
where you deplore
me for my lack to breed, build and to become
great as before;
still I have a good sense of confidence
while my words are reaching for excellence.
Yet with similar conviction I am
still reaching out
to a world that is beyond all human sight,
loud you may shout
and act in word and deed very harshly
and bring about
great acts of violence and great strife
while unseen forces of darkness wreck my life;
but hours and days of utter loneliness
wreaks their havoc
and forever ticking and running on
is the old clock;
wealth and snobbism enfolds you like a cloak;
running amok
are the words and deeds of my enemies
while constantly I only long for peace.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Fountain of Your Heart
My love for you is always
abounding with drops of tears
falling on the fountain of your heart.
Our two souls need to reach out
to soak up these drops of tears
from the fountain of your heart.
Words speak I to you
do not reach your mind
or the fountain of your heart.
Our two souls need to reach out
before our love is gone completly
from the fountain of your heart.
A Rejected Lover
You 'never loved me,' Ada. These slow words
Dropped softly from your gentle woman-tongue
Out of your true and kindly woman-heart,
Fell, piercing into mine like very swords
The sharper for their kindness. Yet no wrong
Lies to your charge, nor cruelty, nor art,--
Ev'n when you spoke, I saw the tender tear-drop start.
You 'never loved me.' No, you never knew,
You, with youth's morning fresh upon your soul,
What 't is to love: slow, drop by drop, to pour
Our life's whole essence, perfumed through and through
With all the best we have or can control
For the libation--cast it down before
Your feet--then lift the goblet, dry for evermore.
I shall not die as foolish lovers do:
A man's heart beats beneath thid breast of mine,
The breast where--Curse on that fiend-whispering
'It might have been!'--Ada, I will be true
Unto myself--the self that so loved thine:
May all life's pain, like these few tears that spring
For me, glance off as rain-drops from my white dove's wing!
May you live long, some good man's bosom flower,
And gather chldren round your matron knees:
So, when all this is past, and you and I
Remember each our youth-days as an hour
Of joy--or anguish, one, serene, at ease,
May come to meet the other's steadfast eye,
Thinking, 'He loved me well!' clasp hands, and so pass by.
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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This Side of the Truth
(for Llewelyn)
This side of the truth,
You may not see, my son,
King of your blue eyes
In the blinding country of youth,
That all is undone,
Under the unminding skies,
Of innocence and guilt
Before you move to make
One gesture of the heart or head,
Is gathered and spilt
Into the winding dark
Like the dust of the dead.
Good and bad, two ways
Of moving about your death
By the grinding sea,
King of your heart in the blind days,
Blow away like breath,
Go crying through you and me
And the souls of all men
Into the innocent
Dark, and the guilty dark, and good
Death, and bad death, and then
In the last element
Fly like the stars' blood
Like the sun's tears,
Like the moon's seed, rubbish
And fire, the flying rant
Of the sky, king of your six years.
And the wicked wish,
Down the beginning of plants
And animals and birds,
Water and Light, the earth and sky,
Is cast before you move,
And all your deeds and words,
Each truth, each lie,
Die in unjudging love.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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The Water Carrier
Crystal fountain springing from the hill.
It irrigates your soul. you may drink your fill.
Water of life, carried high.
One hand upon the gallon jar. feel her fix my eye.
Every good travellers for the taking.
All good money for the making.
Sellers market: wet appeal.
Water carrier------lets make the deal.
Covered face and black pool eyes.
Between us, no words spoken: no words to the wise.
Heres to another time and a drink somewhere.
Plush on a nain carpet; on a caf chair.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Lost Souls
Lost souls trapped all around me.
Stuck in this oblique purgatory.
Not knowing where to go or what they'll find.
Lost souls caught in a vicious grind.
Bending backwards until they break their spine.
Damn this ugly daily grind.
Broken and beaten such brutal words for token.
God help us please,
the lost souls that are diseased.
We are lost and can not be found,
the souls that are eartward bound.
These souls are lost at such a cost.
There are no freinds,
there is no love.
Just crippling pain that shoots like lightning.
I lost my soul it's all gone now.
Death is the only respite now.
So now I go and grab my gun,
pull the trigger so much fun.
My soul is lost,
no one will care.
Why should they now their souls are bare.
poem by Michael McParland
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Last Words
Words that stick in our minds
we all wonder what the last ones will be
romantic to a lover final goodbye
a fighter gasping to fight till the end
a loner uttering a change to late
a prisoner express his hatred past
words that touch, some that hurt
but to some we don't hear their words
instead we see the tears and anguish in their eyes
there were some great lives, some bad ones
the ones that are missed are lost souls
flowing in time for us to catch and hear
their last words
it's hard to remember those anguish words
tears and cries hide those words
remember those words bad or good
it's the last time you'll hear their voice
last words to live by, cherish life
poem by Michael Peterson
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Smell The Fragrance
Come for yourself here and taste the fragrance
With your nose, far removed from the smell of fatality;
Peace, you gifted souls! Peace until the desires are shown!
I caught the ball of light as I lit the horizon,
For entering the minds of others was contemplation.
This deed has forgotten all differences
Between contending dogmas and truths.
Come for yourself and drink from the elixir
Called life, its dealings are numerous and exact.
poem by Naveed Akram
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My Son
My son,
Heed to my muse and learn my words;
My son,
Listen to my words and learn from my muse;
For, you need the deeds of your father to grow up.
Low, sow, flow, grow, mow, throw, tow, marrow, row, slow, wow!
For you need the deeds of your father to move on;
But, learn how to respect others as well.
Now, bow, blow, brow, allow, pillow, wallow, arrow, willow, how? !
For the wages of sin is death;
And, you need to learn from the positive aspects of life only.
Crow, cow, show, prow, vow, yow, swallow, fellow, follow, glow!
Only with the muse of the positve characters of life;
So, listen to my words and learn from my muse.
Try to overcome the needs of life by feeding your brain with love,
And move on to achieve your positive goals in life;
For, not all that glitters around you is gold.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Elixir
My effervescent mind collides with water
To bring an elixir of love and wine.
This ephemeral life is evocative of heavenly plains,
Fetching plains, pretty plains of pure design.
The desultory movements of demons dissembled Man,
His mind was caused to be in leisure, in lilting.
Each of us are lithe and flexible too much,
That fat devils try to counteract our lissom bodies.
Good has a nemesis, good looks opulent,
Lush souls speak good, but dirty ones sound evil.
The real elixir travels to eternal Paradise,
Strong love happens to be quintessential.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Free Souls
Free Souls
Rise from the depths of the graves hidden way back by a thick fog of hate
Free souls
Surrender themselves to the red moon turned crimson by the blood stolen from their hearts
Free Souls
Tainted Scarlett by the filthy hands that cut their bodies like the cactus begging for moisture
Free Souls
Let out deep sad moans that make no words... moans that are harmonized by betrayal and pain
Moans who's' symphony cuts their ears like razor sharp insults...
Free Souls
Wonder in this circumference filled deep with cold dark debris... blinding them from hopes of ever seeing the morning glow....
Free Souls
Weep thick murky sewage flushed from others insecurities and selfishness
It runs down their eyes and bodies burning every hope of purity they tried to hold on too
Free Souls
Turn their bodies on all humanity as backstabbers throw rusted daggers into their backs
Laughing with disgust as they hope this will be the one way to take their freedom..
Free Souls
Fight to stand tall and peel off that layer on their bodies created by molested mouths breathing fiery words meant to burn their souls but fails as it disfigures their rotten tongues instead
Free Souls
Kneel as they become one with their bodies once again... their heart beat finds a familiar rhythm breathing life into them...
Their blinded eyes widen as their path becomes clear..
Their flesh heals from all the wounds...
Their lips move to the motion of sweet sounds manifesting from their hearts....
Their words shout out in song and praise to themselves... the waves destroying the weapons being cast at them...
Free Souls
Are are free... never to be held captive by chains inflicting sharp pain into their every being
Free Souls
Can now be FREE... free to see the morning glow
I AM NOW FREE.....
Lerato Ladyfair Shuping
January 8th 2009
poem by Lerato Shuping
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Victory Waved
What Became
Became Of...
The Broken Hearted?
lost souls
broken souls
derelict ruins
littered
crushed
lives life's
derelict hard
indented pitted
byways
choices made
lives saved
victory waved
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Veiled Truth Revealed
Words shrouded in colored raiment
Strong, brash, wickedly confident
Lies woven into fabric of the mundane
Tailored outcomes based on deceit
Truth knocked, no one answered
Afraid were they to face themselves
Frozen fast in the grip of an icy sea
Shattered beings, countless shards
Great Hands reached nether ward
Lifted up these wayward wretches
Examined,
By the All Seeing Eyes of God
They stood,
In the Radiance of Supreme Love
Flame within errant souls rekindled
All made equal, All made true
poem by Ray Lucero
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Few Words
Few words
Can cause
Wonder or a disaster
Can make sound
More than a bomb
Resulting into breakdown
Of the heart and mind
Few words
Can turn a sad face
Into a one with a big smile
Few words
Can be heavier than the
Biggest of hammers
Can break intimate
Relationship
Turn it into enmity
Few words can be sharper
Than a knife
Can cut the thread of trust
Into thousand pieces
Few words can be
Very soothing
Can heal wound faster
Than any medicine
Few words of sympathy
Can give solace to
Someone in agony
Few words of apology
Can resolve the biggest
Differences
Few words of
Encouragement
Can motivate someone
To the road of victory
Few words of love
Can bring
Two unknown souls
Together
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Vigilant
To pluck more men from the fire, on this day, is my heart’s desire,
To lead men to the light of Truth, so they won’t see God’s reproof,
Not a small rebuke my friend, as eternal darkness will be their end,
In those eternal flames of wrath, should they stay the present path.
I know this day my Redeemer lives, while new life to men He gives,
To all who call on Jesus Christ, God shall give to them Eternal Life.
All who’ve been deceived by men, who by God, stand condemned,
Must be reached with salvation, that comes from God’s Revelation.
Holding forth the Word of God, to spare men from God’s iron Rod,
The judging rod of God’s own Son, to judge the heart of everyone,
According to His Word we herald, not to some, but to all the world,
For when Christ returns again, His Judgment shall fall upon all men.
We need to reach men’s hearts, before the soul from earth departs,
Reach all men for Christ our Lord, helping the stray, to be restored,
Back, to The Rock of all Ages, through the Holy Scripture’s pages,
Where we find the only True Light, to lead lost souls from the night.
By The Savior I have been sent, with the Gospel, and to be vigilant,
To reach souls, as time is short, and soon all souls, Christ will sort,
And all men in the Book of Life, will enter eternity with Jesus Christ,
But, souls of those missing names, will be cast into eternal flames.