Emissary of Air
Emissary of wind,
emissary of air,
gather here in this very
layer.
Emissary of wind,
emissary of air,
my wings are now open in the air.
Emissary of wind,
emissary of air,
changing into a bird is a
wish I dare.
poem by Casey Jarrell
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Mother and Babe
Emissary God's
Feeds limitless love blessed
Godly bloom babe smiles
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Human nature
As the human nature knows no bounds
Many areas of left over area is found
Otherwise who cares for left over and forgotten?
Mother has taken care of lappers and orphans even
When the wind is in favor and honesty at peak
There is nothing more to appreciate or speak
As God has sent you on earth as an emissary
The goal is scored over every adversary
Long live all those who live with holiness
As world has always lived with hollowness
Some may prove to be guiding star
We may have all the satisfaction even they go away very far
I salute their efforts for mankind
We are alive and not gone blind
How do we forget their efforts and dedication?
It is matter of satisfaction with good indication
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Gone very far
Once in million years one prophet is sent
With long wait almighty makes one strong movement
His emissary is sent to propagate love message
His work and messages are remembered through out the ages
Like galaxy of stars they have stayed in the minds of people
Taken all blunts to self and saved people from agony and troubles
How many faiths are there on the surface of earth?
With different culture and followers to provide fresh breath
Somewhere down the lines they have provided rightful means
So much blood was shed and many battles were made to win
Ultimate goal was to bring people under one umbrella or roof
Make them to believe in one faith by proving worth with proof
In recent history of mankind one great soul descended on earth
It took over complete world by surprise with easy breath
She was later on known as mother and proved to be precise
For orphans, destitute and downtrodden she was tall promise
Nothing to self and everything to mankind with symbol of peace
Whole world recognized her dedication and selfless service
Word was charity and action was to wipe off the tears
Children were to be offered all care and no more agony or pain to bear
Such type of kind mother is not among us today
Yet we go on with same mission all the way
World has realized the hidden message form her death
Whole life of selfless service with no attachment to any faith
We must all pay tribute to such peace emissary
Without her we should have failed in delivering necessary
Health care, education and home for homeless
We find the satisfaction on mother's shining face
Many statesmen have born and disappeared
Many god fathers have taken birth and forgotten
Mother may remain in vast sky as shining star
Her dream may realize one day even if she has gone very far
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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He
He can open the petal of the dark red rose.
And bring it's sweet scent to my nose.
He can teach a spider to spin its intricate web.
And grow a glorious flower in its dark soiled bed.
He took the rock and added pressure from his hand,
And dressed the beach with its sun golden sand.
He arrayed in glorious feathers, the mighty eagle.
And fitted the monarch of the sky, in manner regal.
He taught the waves to lap the sandy beach,
And placed the snowy clouds just out of reach.
He placed the blue in my loves eyes.
And positioned the sun and moon in the sky.
With these wondrous thoughts in mind.
To my Heavenly Father I would be entwined.
I put my trust in Him, my sufficiency.
I wonder why He would have me as His emissary.
To Be Just Like Jesus
I want to be like Him
Just like my Messiah
That is what I must be
Cos' He created me in His image.
Like Jesus I must be
Always plenteous with patience
Forgiving at all times
Caring for the needy
And leading by example
I must be like my Messiah
Bringing joy to the hopeless
Setting captive free
Delivering the oppress
Supporting people in all trials
That is what I must be
A worthy joint heir with Him
And emissary of God's empire
With the bible as our foundation
And Heaven as my final endpoint
I want to be like Jesus
Thwarting the moves of the devil
Trampling the devil under my feet
Planting the gospel on all fields
Harvesting converts for the Kingdom
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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A Golden Hour
A beckoning spirit of gladness seemed afloat,
That lightly danced in laughing air before us:
The earth was all in tune, and you a note
Of Nature's happy chorus.
'Twas like a vernal morn, yet overhead
The leafless boughs across the lane were knitting:
The ghost of some forgotten Spring, we said,
O'er Winter's world comes flitting.
Or was it Spring herself, that, gone astray,
Beyond the alien frontier chose to tarry?
Or but some bold outrider of the May,
Some April-emissary?
The apparition faded on the air,
Capricious and incalculable comer.--
Wilt thou too pass, and leave my chill days bare,
And fall'n my phantom Summer?
poem by William Watson
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Concrete
In the city the heart still whispers
Flaking metal a silent witness
Theres chemical fields and cathode clouds
The milky way is emasculated as exhaust fans
And smart cards shrink wrap the coloured air
And send it coughing to eternity
We can see the bright light but we cant reach it
We are not afraid enough to call
Go back wrong way you cannot stay you cannot live here
Concrete you dont free my soul
In the city the sound is biting
Cement fingers they are clutching
The emissary of trash decorates the way
No wild acres you can see, yearning to breathe
Concrete you dont free my soul
Blackened hands and heart of steel,
No wish to consume, embellish, discard and expire
Concrete you dont free my soul
Concrete you dont free my soul
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Study in contrast
Study in contrast
Useful and may last
But we are erring animals
Enjoy it more upon sudden arrivals
In life only two characters
Enjoy prime life as actors
Sometimes teach and sometimes breach
But lovely to feel when climax reaches
What else to see around?
Air and sun shine always to be found?
Same people and same deception
Still look warm and accord reception
I am amazed at their skill
Ready to dump and kill
Hatred and not the love rule
I still feel warm and full
I know one day it may change
Sense may prevail with age
People will feel bondage
Come out it with opening of new page
World can't remain blood thirsty
They have to fall back on line of almighty
As we are His peace emissary
We need to perform that is necessary
Love to live amidst different faiths
As you may be taken over by deaths
There exists no difference and you are gone
Your life mission remains unfilled and undone
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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For Those Whom the Bells Are Tolling ... (Apropos the Children Of War and Famine)
The acid rains have come and gone
Leaving nuclear winters
Chasing the autumns of our lives.
Drying bones, wrapped in a parched skins
Silhouette the inept horizons
Of the desert's edge.
Famine, the silent emissary of death
Carpets the naked altar of life:
Hunger tutoring the sacrificial lambs.
In hued shadows of distant dawns, ships
Sail to the moon: leaving death frowning
At the evils that men do. Indeed time grows
Weary of crystallized tears reflecting hope:
An endangered species chasing remnants of beings
Festering int the vortex of holocaust winds, life
Growing stale in swollen wombs. Indeed, births
have become still born exercises.
Famine chooses the choicest lambs;
Warlords crouch and count the spoils.
poem by Millard Lowe
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O, my lord
O, Lord you preached to crush the enemy
Relatives, friends or nature of our army
They all stand to kill you mercilessly
Why do you watch it helplessly?
I am surrounded by all but can't kill
I lack the strength and strong will
My heart is filled with grief and tears
I have unfounded threats and fears
O, lord give me strength to burn evils
Ashes buried under ground so not to allow devils
All monsters and killers are raising heads
Guide me to the destiny and merrily lead
Infuse me with strength and will power
My head can be raised as high as tower
I pray in your honor to grant an access
The divine spirit to clear the bad phase
It may be crucial and decisive
Total commitment without being evasive
It is nice to be submissive
Life should not stand as abusive
Raise the head wherever it is necessary
Act as an apostle of peace and emissary
Some times it may win over an adversary
The road lay open with different trajectory
This is how we stand for values
Allow all to compete and get dues
No interference of any kind
Everyone takes on and does not mind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Conclusion
I come to the conclusion
that it was not wisdom that enabled her to write poetry,
but a kind
of anger
this desperation
and hatred for all men
and mankind
not of instinct even
neither inspiration
the one that you find
in seers
and crystal ball owners
or gypsies
and Cassandras
with a gift
to foretell the future
and the Armageddon
that is coming
to our town
she has not delivered
any sublime
message
at all to me
or to the rest
of this forlorn
humanity
she means
every word she says
and she proclaims
she understands
all of them
word for word
line to line
poem to poem
like the scars
of her
grandchildren
and the
wounds
of her husband
like she knows
everything
from the tip
of my hair
to the tip of
my toe
the origin
of my sorrow
unlike the medium
be it Moses
or Elijah
the emissary
of the holy holy
God
who delivers
the message
without knowing
in the least
what the message
really means
and good
God gracious
she is unique
and so
differently
different
from me
or us
or the rest of us
morons
to her appearance
she says
she is finally
leaving and all the choirs of the angels in heaven
all sing
alleluia!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Day Time For Sure
I heard some words
Closely spoken to look forward
Was I in dream?
I searched around but felt it was Him
It is early morning
I had slept since late evening
Night was not that much pleasing
Yet it provided me new leasing
Morning is time for meditation
Wishing of very good relation
For self and entire universe
Peace and wish in mind without any curse
'You are my emissary' heard few words
As if some one spoke on behalf of lord
But was it something to do
Something was awaiting to proved it true
I have nothing to speak or react
What could I do to improve upon my acts?
Lead a normal life and spend the time
Among the poor and with downtrodden sometimes
Everybody needs some kind of shelter
Rest everything can go behind to look after
No one likes to be left behind
But from where else to get or find?
It might have happened due to chain of events
That I was passing through hectic movements
'World belongs to me and I am small creature'
I shall do whatever if I can do for our future
May be the words were for me to be heard
As were mere repetition for what I was looking forward
Same thing gave me lots of pleasure
I was not dreaming day time for sure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Witnessing the Launch of the Shuttle Atlantis
So much of life in the world is waiting, that
This day was no exception, so we waited
All morning long and into the afternoon.
I spent some of the time remembering
Dante, who did the voyage in the mind
Alone, with no more nor heavier machinery
Than the ghost of a girl giving him guidance;
And wondered if much was lost to gain all this
New world of engine and energy, where dream
Translates into deed. But when the thing went up
It was indeed impressive, as if hell
Itself opened to send its emissary
In search of heaven or 'the unpeopled world'
(thus Dante of doomed Ulysses) 'behind the sun.'
So much of life in the world is memory
That the moment of the happening itself—
So much with noise and smoke and rising clear
To vanish at the limit of our vision
Into the light blue light of afternoon—
Appeared no more, against the void in aim,
Than the flare of a match in sunlight, quickly snuffed.
What yet may come of this? We cannot know.
Great things are promised, as the promised land
Promised to Moses that he would not see
But a distant sight of, though the children would.
The world is made of pictures of the world,
And the pictures change the world into another world
We cannot know, as we knew not this one.
poem by Howard Nemerov
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Go Back
Go back' ordered emissary of Lord,
when brought to him tied in cord,
'Is this all you are send to perform'
with furious face and very heavy words
Still days left and time not ripe,
many more you to kill and also to wipe,
rape, arsen and loot with heavy foot,
also cold murder with heavy shoot,
You have not spared child and insane,
all pleading for mercy all into vain.
All you did not to earn fame
Creator being I, still name my blame,
You were not afraid and trap you laid,
bad act you perform which never said,
Have you to so suffer for sinful act?
plead you may more not with fact,
I may watch from here,
you may perform there,
will not end life even time run out,
kicks you may get still not you rout,
You may act bad and not feel sad,
rejoice at a fall abuse you recall,
never you think down, you may have fall,
no one will hear and you may so fear
I may come there and will born again,
bless for you all and glory to regain,
take you all in fold, lead to noble path,
No need to dip or take holy bath,
I may be drowned in deep water,
laden with heavy and thorny crown,
nails may pierce body with hot red iron,
people may shout kill and still frown,
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Worlds Collided
Zeus/Jupiter sent an emissary to Earth
Comet Athena with her fiery tail
Had Aries chosen not intervene
Total destruction might entail
Aries fought valiantly (to his demise)
For the fate of Earth was in his hands
Earthlings gazed up at angry skies
At a battle between two firebrands
Came a flood, the Earth did quake
Islands sank n’ mountains arose
With lives of all living things at stake
Aries sent forth a volley of arrows
A pierced Athena did finally withdraw
Waters receded n’ earthquakes ceased
Survivors wailed, cried n’ stood in awe;
For South was North n’ West was East
Zeus placed the wounded warriors in orbit
Commanded “Move thee ‘round the Sun”
Athena became Venus (The Morning Star)
Aries (devoid of life) became Mars (in isolation)
Man’s memory of these past events did fade;
Except as legend of an ancient cosmic escapade
(Inspired by IV)
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Pay for being good
What prize you have to pay for being good?
How can you remain always in good mood?
Feel nice for self and others in same way
What can be the key to keep evil thoughts away?
I think noble soul can only dream
The person who feels very close to Him
Let people deceive him in all the aspects
He will continue to think of them with respects
We are here on a special mission as his emissary
Since He had seen all the pain it was all the more necessary
To send prophets, messiahs and seers to serve the mankind
It was so nice of Him to think of us and be very kind
“You are the one and only one” we sincerely utter
What else can worry us most and matter?
Once he is there to protect us from all evils?
Why do we lack good manner and will?
We have in typical prejudicial pattern
It is source of worry and great concern
No heart can be won on the basis of force or hatred?
A convincing ordinary life with love can only lead
Few sweet words can bring a desirous result or do a miracle
Many things might not have been achieved even after full circle
“Hello brother, or pardon me” can alter the whole situation
There will not be any acrimony or find its way with continuation
He is there all the time with dead or living
It is not matter of believing or not believing
It is left to good judgment of human beings
It may be realized even by the poor or kings
Never expect good for good always
Do not feel sad when you get back in no way
It is nice way to feel and sincerely pray
He will always lead you and not keep at the bay
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ladies are not behind
Ladies are not behind or lagging
They will not settle for less or go begging
Time and again they have proved their worth
The talent is available and there is no dearth
We call them mother with their high status
Status not of any standing but of great service
To the cause of mankind and humanity
God too has blessed from time to time such personalities
I pray and respect for departed mother
She lived for noble cause and died there
Millions shed tears for departed soul
Birds too cried along with the dreaded owl
With all her honesty and nobility
It was clear demonstration of her ability
Was she not gifted with all the divinity?
In the services of mankind with close affinity
Not in thousand but in countless years
We hear of great soul in our ears
I have heard stars falling from the sky
Never heard almighty sending emissary and try
He is great, yes, the greatest of all.
Whether we forget Him to pray or call
He is there for all the living or dead
Even if we fail to understand or read
Seers always stand tall in all the respect
We have to search soul and introspect
No great soul will descend from the heaven again
We are here to watch calmly and peacefully remain
All these years we have failed to understand
For slight reasons we have killed friends
God only knows how could we do it?
Path can be clearly seen even if road is dimly lit
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Wind Me Up
I've got something
That you ought to know
Don't even know
Whether to come or go
Up down
Head's spinning around
Wind up in
The lost and found
Wind me up, Wind me up
Wind me up, Wind me up
Wind me up, Wind me up
Tell me why
You make it so hard
All I ask is
Finish what you start
Wind me up, Wind me up
Wind me up, Wind me up
Wind me up, Wind me up
Wind me up that's
All you do
Wind me up and
Leave me blue
I'd like to see if
You could be
Kind enough to me
When you
Wind me up
Don't take me places
Then wanna go home
Sometimes, I think
I'm better off alone
Hey girl, you know
What you do
Color me red
Then leave me blue
song performed by by Extreme
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