with eyes closed
rugged hands holding a Bible
against his chest
the migrant prays to God
in his adopted tongue
tanka by Chenou Liu
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When the missionaries came to Africa they had the Bible and we had the land. They said ""Let us pray."" We closed our eyes. When we opened them we had the Bible and they had the land.
quote by Desmond Tutu
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Before Choir One Friday Eve
Before choir practice
before entering
the vestry door
you and Judith
stayed behind
and waited until
the others
had gone inside
and Judith said
look at those stars
and how dark blue
the sky is
you gazed up
at the evening spread
of dark blue
and stars
and moon
to one side
and you put
your hand
around her waist
and drew her close
and she lay
against you
and you said
I read some place
that some
of those distant stars
burned out
centuries ago
and what we see
is the ghostly glow
of dead stars
and she turned your head
towards her
and kissed you
and the pressing
of her lips on yours
and her hands
on your waist
and her 13 year old
breasts pushing
against your
14 year old chest
and the sound
of the choir starting up
in practice in the church
and the flight of bats
across
the evening sky
and she holding you near
and the lips engaged
and the eyes closed
and the breathing
taken in
coming up for air
and behind you
the aging graves
the tombstones
with moss
and half lit
by moonlight
and star's glow
and you held her
in place face to face
with your hands
upon the cheeks
of her behind
eyes still closed
in the land
of the love sucked
blind.
poem by Terry Collett
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You're Everything to Me
In your eyes I see the fire.
In your eyes I see desire.
When they're closed I cannot see
the eyes that mean so much to me.
In your hands I feel the love.
In your hands I rise above
all the things I've known.
Your hands have always made me moan.
Closer to you on every day,
your eyes and hands show me the way
that you will always love me
no matter where I will be.
There is no look I haven't seen.
There is no space that's in between
what I've felt in every touch
and every smile that meant so much,
For you're everything to me.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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One of the most important improvements in the No Child Left Behind Act for migrant students was the requirement for electronic transfer of migrant student records.
quote by Ruben Hinojosa
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My Hands On My Head
my hands on my head
not to feel what hair is all about
remembering the
hairy feeling and the aftermath of desire
it is over
my hands on my head
for surrender
i do not kiss and tell
my hands on my chest
like holding some treasures
of gold and silver
that is what we are now
i have these seeds of silence
i sow them
and slowly and so patiently i am having this sole opportunity
watching them all grow
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At Last I Found You
The one my soul has been searching for
The one with whom I want to spend my life
Holding hands gazing into your eyes
Consumed by the love we share
Embracing as the moon and stars
Bow their heads
To our heavenly match
I anticipate our first embrace
As you mould me to your chest
The twinkle in your eyes
Pure love and adoration
We each have sailed stormy seas
To come to port
You and I
poem by Persian Khushi
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Beach Chairs
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the setting sun
holding hands and reminiscing
how it all begun
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the ships out on the sea
holding hands and smiling
together we're meant to be
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching people walking past
holding hands and knowing
that our love will always last
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the waves along the shore
holding hands we realize
our love is stronger than before
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the changing tide
holding hands with happiness
to be by each others side
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the sunrise
holding hands with tears of joy
there are no more good-byes
poem by Joyce Ebrecht
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Two Little Turtles
I saw them-
two little turtles holding hands
standing heads up above a dark stone;
One was slightly above the other,
clutching his lover's hand.
I went near them and stared as the
one below hid her face from me.
Sweet as they seem, I wondered
if ever they, in their graceful moves
feel the heat of the passion built.
The passion of touching one another-
of just even being close to each other.
I wish you'd see them too...
two little turtles holding hands.
I looked up at the sky waving at me
as though he saw the loneliness in my eyes.
And then i wondered where you are
and when can i hold your hand,
or when can i just be with you;
when can we be together
like the two little turtles
sweetly holding hands.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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I Dreamed.... (Hands)
i dreamed last night...
and all i could see were hands.
sometimes hard and calloused,
sometimes soft and feminine.
skilled hands, laborer's hands,
loving hands, nurturing hands....
fingers digging in the dirt,
fingers holding a pen.
fingers playing a piano,
fingers unbuttoning blouses.
hands extended, hands gripping the rope,
hands holding the shovel,
hands covered with resin.
hands folded in prayer,
hands balled into fists.
hands stuffed in empty pockets.
hands that define both history,
and destiny!
hands scarred and bruised,
hands covered with age spots.
hands that speak many languages.
hands that know mistakes, and failures.
hands that built fires,
hands that put fires out!
hands that wiped away tears,
that picked up trash,
and revealed souls....
whose hands?
my hands, your hands?
god's hands?
does it really matter?
hands engaged and involved,
in the very act of living!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Holy Bible
The Bible has the keys to heaven’s gates!
The living God (One most High) speaks, it states;
Its stories are real including dates;
The God of love and goodness, sin, He hates.
The bible tells the ways, Christians should live;
First place to soul’s upliftment, man must give;
The more we read, the more wisdom we get;
The ‘blind and deaf’ will one day much regret.
The Bible speaks of many mysteries;
Old Testament is full of histories;
“Every word will come true, ” the Lord, God says.
The man is saved who well repents and prays!
All men must read the bible’s every page;
When life is lived by it, you turn a sage;
The gospel tells of Jesus Christ’s message;
For men who live in sins, hell is the wage!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-7-2006
poem by John Celes
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Holdin' An Amazing Love
Another guy in line on Highway Nine in a rush
Clocking in and out again I guess I'm just
An average man but these calloused hands
Are holding an amazing love
I have seen treasured dreams turn to dust
That fade away like yesterday that I'll never touch
But fortune's been kind 'cause these arms of mine
Are holding an amazing love
So just hold me closer
And tell me you love me
And that everything is alright
Oh the weight of the world
Rolls off my shoulders
Whenever I look in your eyes
Just another guy pulling in the drive in a rush
Standing at the door's what he's living for and needs so much
Just an average man but these calloused hands
Are holding an amazing love
I'm just an average man but these calloused hands
Are holding an amazing love
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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An angel was passing through the Sky
Hey! Anyone can answer me what's life.
All the hands in the class raised.
Teacher was glad to see those.
'So, you all know', teacher said.
Can anyone tell me what is dream.
All the hands in the class raised.
Teacher was glad to see those.
'So, you all know', teacher said.
Can anyone tell me what is fear.
All the hands in the class raised.
Teacher was glad to see those.
'So, you all know', teacher said.
Can anyone tell me what is mind.
All the hands in the class go down.
Time was passing, without a single sound.
Classroom was fulfilled by husky wind.
'Last bench corner '
'Last bench corner ', hey! you tell me.
The boy was looking far far away behind the window grills.
Stood up.
Placed his hand on his chest and closed his eyes.
An angel was passing through the Sky.
poem by Sougata Majumder
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Holding An Amazing Love
Another guy in line on highway 9 in a rush
Clockin in and out again, I guess Im just
An average man, but these calloused hands
Are holding an amazing love
I have seen treasured dreams turn to dust
That fade away like yesterday that Ill never touch
But fortunes been kind cuz these arms of mine
Are holding an amazing love
So just hold me closer and tell me you love
And that everythings alright
For the weight of the world rolls off my shoulders
Whenever I look in your eyes
Just another guy rolling in the drive in a rush
Standin at the door, is what hes livin for and needs so much
Just an average man, but these calloused hands
Are holding an amazing love
Im just an average man, but these calloused hands
Are holding an amazing love
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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Your Hands
When your hands leap
towards mine, love,
what do they bring me in flight?
Why did they stop
at my lips, so suddenly,
why do I know them,
as if once before,
I have touched them,
as if, before being,
they travelled
my forehead, my waist?
Their smoothness came
winging through time,
over the sea and the smoke,
over the Spring,
and when you laid
your hands on my chest
I knew those wings
of the gold doves,
I knew that clay,
and that colour of grain.
The years of my life
have been roadways of searching,
a climbing of stairs,
a crossing of reefs.
Trains hurled me onwards
waters recalled me,
on the surface of grapes
it seemed that I touched you.
Wood, of a sudden,
made contact with you,
the almond-tree summoned
your hidden smoothness,
until both your hands
closed on my chest,
like a pair of wings
ending their flight.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Kisses and butterflies
Butterfly kisses and pink ice cream
In our mind the enchanted dream
Chocolate candy, vanilla drops,
Sliding down the rainbow
We never will grow old
A silver unicorn with us holding hands
Reality closed eyes
Dreaming love and magic butterflies
On Those Days One Prays
When one prays,
A seeking from the outside...
Begins within!
To identify miracles,
One must sit in a quietness...
That has come to visit upon request.
When one prays...
The mind should be at rest.
When one prays,
A thankfulness should be first expressed.
With an appreciation for those blessings,
One sometimes ignores but gets!
When one prays.
When one prays,
A seeking from the outside...
Begins within!
To identify miracles,
One must sit in a quietness...
That has come to visit upon request.
When one prays...
The mind should be at rest.
With a confession professed,
As a thankfulness one expresses.
On those days one prays.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Church matters
It has happened that a minister visits me
and ask for assistance,
that I cannot give
at that moment.
If a minister prays
that my eyes must be opened,
I consider at times
at whose eyes are really closed.
If his prayer turns into a preach
and he uses prayer,
to force me into his will
and he twists the arm of God,
I marvel at who sins more?
poem by Gert Strydom
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In a coffin
Hands folded over the chest
she lies forever stretched out
as if death out of the blue holds her calm
and nothing will wake her up,
from the last sleep folding coldly round her
and strangely changed from princess to rotting dirt.
Hands folded over the chest
she lies forever stretched out.
with no fingers clenching hot around mine
and drawing me nearer,
no arms embracing me to her body
and I am totally alone
and stare at hands folded over her chest.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sacred Holy Breath
Sacred holy breath
Flows gentle across my chest
Not a sound no air displaced
Not a tear no second guess
Just peace, in my sacred face
Just released love that was put to test
Having hands holding each others fears
Holding hands fate-ing future seers
More than holy we have arrived
Even in this insanity our time abides
sacred Holy, breathe again
Sacred Breath Holy again and again
Flows gentle if this wind
Your love can send
poem by Midnights Voice
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A Little Heavens Rubbing Off On Me
I used to like
Making love then
Getting up
And never having to explain
Ive always been free
I never could see me
Dragin no ball and chain
I like running around
And being tied down
Never was my cup of tea
But since Ive been holding an angel
A little heavens rubbing off on me
And Im beginning to like just sittin and holding hands
Looking into her eyes Im thinking about future plans
And then I get the feeling that the life that Id been leading aint all its cracked
Up to be
Since Ive been holding an angel
A little heavens rubbing off on me
I used like
To spend the night
Sittin on an old bar stool
Drinkin wine and killing time
With all over those other fools
But since you took my hand
I think I understand
It aint the way it outta be
Since Ive been holding an angel
A little heavens rubbing off on me
And Im beginning to like just sittin and holding hands
Looking into her eyes Im thinking about future plans
And then I get the feeling that the life that Id been leading aint all its cracked
Up to be
Since Ive been holding an angel
A little heavens rubbing off on me
Since Ive been holding an angel
A little heavens rubbing off on me
song performed by by George Strait
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