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Wearing phylacteries
Embroidered philosophies
Celebrating rituals
Their words sacramental
In true poetic priesthood
Kneel in Self adoration
Burn incense of Deception
Empty praises come
Ad infinitum!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Lies Cover Up
Those Immaculate frocks
And starched pristine collars
Draped Sin mocks
In sacramental cover
Fake rituals in presentation
Cloak with some incense
And cathedral deception
A murder of Innocence.
Hidden lies mar Childhood
Shattering its frail Faith
Licensed evil in priesthood
Dip a child in a sad fate.
Cover up in high vatican places
Down to the lowest ranks
Bowed Truth shocks angelic faces
As foul scent to Heaven stank.
Victims cry for elusive Justice
Sprinkled in the water of hypocrisy
What vague commandments these?
Vile is this empty religion we see.
March 31,2010
Cynthia Buhain Baello
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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To Emily Dickinson
Dear Emily, my tears would burn your page,
But for the fire-dry line that makes them burn—
Burning my eyes, my fingers, while I turn
Singly the words that crease my heart with age.
If I could make some tortured pilgrimage
Through words or Time. or the blank pain of Doom
And kneel before you as you found your tomb,
Then I might rise to face my heritage.
Yours was an empty upland solitude
Bleached to the powder of a dying name;
The mind, lost in a word’s lost certitude
That faded as the fading footsteps came
To trace an epilogue to words grown odd
In that hard argument which led to God.
poem by Yvor Winters
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Just Leave Me With Nature
A stranger to any success or renown
And if I should die far south of old Millstreet Town
It will not matter to me then where my bones will lay
Just leave me with Nature and I will be okay
Does not matter if they bury me or to ashes me they burn
From Nature I came and to her I'll return
In immortal Mother Nature so much to admire
And of singing her praises could one ever tire,
The wonders of Nature is an amazing thing
And the praises of Nature with joy we should sing
We are part of Nature it does seem to me
Though many with my thinking may not agree
To your unseen God you may kneel for to pray
But in Mother Nature's bosom your remains will lay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Well Done O Cruel Well Done - Original By Rabindranath Tagore
Well done O Cruel well done
Burn my heart please do burn
If I don't burn my incense
It doesn't emit fragrance
If I don't lit up my lamp
It gives no light in my camp
Well done O Cruel well done
Burn my heart please do burn
When I don't miss you so much
And life is so hard
Then your harmful touch becomes
Your sweetest reward
In fascination and shame
I can't see you so hard game
Please set afire my darkness
By thunderbolts of sadness
Well done O Cruel well done
Burn my heart please do burn
poem by Asif Andalib
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Ugly Inner Poetic Me
UGLY INNER POETIC ME
Ugly inner Poetic me
Wants Praises of Eternity
Writhes and rages
That what he writes
Unlit candles in
darkest night.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Thou Strainest Through The Mountain Fern
THOU strainest through the mountain fern,
A most exiguously thin Burn.
For all thy foam, for all thy din,
Thee shall the pallid lake inurn,
With well-a-day for Mr. Swin-Burne!
Take then this quarto in thy fin
And, O thou stoker huge and stern,
The whole affair, outside and in,
Burn!
But save the true poetic kin,
The works of Mr. Robert Burn'
And William Wordsworth upon Tin-Tern!
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Almost Poetic
It's almost poetic
The way you speak
It's almost poetic
The way you think
The way you sleep and dream
It's almost poetic
The way I feel for you
It's almost poetic
The way we argue
It's almost poetic
When we say goodbye
Not knowing the next time
We'll see each other
You are the curved line
And I am the dot
That creates the question mark..
And it's almost poetic
If it were not so pathetic.
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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The Shades of Tomorrow
take the me in the shower of adoration,
for the hidden rainbow of perfection lingers
on the mount Zion of infinitum
gladness wait the timeless moment, the
ideal dream of every passing soul, where
the loudest trumpet of hope brings the deal
of what gift of tomorrow reveals
take all that makes the best for an excellent
journey the clouds wait the lightning to settle
in the speechless voice of joy, beneath the
alluring heart of respect and understanding,
where I stand void in the arm of vacuum
reality behind
come now the soaring flesh into the distance
of replenishing adoration and let the strongest
strength hold on to the sky of enlightenment,
the paddle of every force reaches
ride on the wings of the flight, the beginning
echo in a distance place.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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Concealing truth is like wearing embroidered clothes and traveling by night.
A Pen Gone Dry
Barren fields…empty places
Mind devoid of idea and rhyme
Sterile imagination…featureless faces
Webs in memories, frozen in time
Fingers flaccid, mind unwilling
Heavy lies this heart of mine
Creative forces not fulfilling
Empty flask of poetic wine
Dried up source of poetic spring
Used up store of poetic phrases
Emptied purse with untied string
Like worn out shoes and old frayed laces
Time away… might grow the field
Time away… might fill the empty places
Perhaps time will let the emptiness yield
To imagination…and full featured faces
Now...inkwell empty
Tear in eye
Pristine paper
Pen... gone dry...
poem by David Whalen
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There’s something that falls
There’s something that falls
with the sun’s early rays
and life begins
ad infinitum
on every lovely day.
The warm sun bakes
the moist from the earth
and joyous clouds form
to return the essence
of life back to the ground.
[Reference: Ad infinitum=> Without ending.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Priesthood is not a convenient, historically conditioned form of Church organisation, but is rooted in the Incarnation, in the priesthood and mission of Christ himself.
quote by Arthur Middleton
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See You At The Show
Crowds of screaming superstars
When bouncers show their battle scars
I've been the first to sign on everyone
Down the road and round the bend
We pray to god it never ends
I've been to see you scream to everyone
We'll see you at the show
If you don't come, we'll never know
You stand off in the back
You still stand out while you're wearing black
Jump onto the bus
And ride around along us
We'll go out on the town
And light it up 'til we burn it down
Burn it down
After hours of alcohol
Every club, we've seen 'em all
As long as we don't need to stand in line
Proudest scenes and BILLBOARD dreams
The ladies love those limousines
We know there gonna show up everytime
We'll see you at the show
If you don't come, we'll never know
You stand off in the back
You still stand out while you're wearing black
Jump onto the bus
And ride around along us
We'll go out on the town
And light it up 'til we burn it down
Burn it down
Crowds of screaming superstars
When bouncers show their battle scars
I've been the first to sign on everyone
Down the road and round the bend
We pray to god it never ends
I've been to see you scream to everyone
We'll see you at the show
If you don't come, we'll never know
You stand off in the back
You still stand out while you're wearing black
Jump onto the bus
And ride around along us
We'll go out on the town
And light it up 'til we burn it down
Burn it down
And light it up 'til we burn it down
Burn it down
And light it up 'til we burn it down
Burn it down
And light it up 'til we burn it down
Burn it down
song performed by by Nickelback
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Kneel At Your Feet
Put my trust in you when trustings hard
Wish that I could just let down my guard
Want to feel closer than I feel
I stop myself before it gets too real
Love can hurt so much it stings
Wish that I could just forget everything
Just as I start to fall apart
You pull me back into your arms
I start to breathe
As I kneel at your feet ( all I want to do)
I start to breathe
As I kneel at your feet
You cant see the other side of me
I keep it locked up safe, hide
Theres so much deep inside
Like a wild wind screaming through the trees
I start to breathe
As I kneel at your feet ( all I want to do)
I feel complete
As I kneel at your feet
Sometimes Im mesmerised
By thoughts of love flowing on and on
Dont wait dont hesitate
To spend my life with you
(but this cant be true)
All I want to do
I start to breathe
As I kneel at your feet ( all I want to do)
I feel complete
As I kneel at your feet ( all I want to do)
I start to breathe
As I kneel at your feet
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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I Feel I Can't Feel My Own Feelings
I feel,
I feel like a stranger with my own feelings
I feel like an outcast in my own healing
I feel like deception in my own truth
I feel like a coward in my own greatness
I feel like a loser in my own victory
I feel like the victim in my own attack
I feel I can't find right words from my own lips
I feel am opting out of my own success
I feel my soul dodging my own body
I feel my failing exceeding my own guts
I feel my nightmares overcoming my dreams
I feel dejected in my own being
I feel a refuge in my own nation
I feel missing in my own premises
I feel blind with my own open open eyes
I feel empty with my own well-informed mind
I feel stolen with the divine likeness am wearing?
I feel you could tell me what you feel am feeling right in my feelings.
poem by Iyamuremye Wilfred
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Uprising
Empty hands were trying to collate
the fallout after the trigger moment
invited the unwelcome guest
wearing explosive vest.
It gives a push to throw away the paper
and I walk up to the ink for a
new chapter. The squinting sun was
not able to break the stoic silence of adoration.
A pervasive ambition spreads out
on the breads of poor dreams.
Pay no attention, pay no respect to the falling
patriach. Daughters of broken stars were rising.
Satish Verma
poem by Satish Verma
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Critical Readers
Critical emptiness I perceive
From some readers
They have no idea of entertainment
Only masters of displaying envious resentment
My words give you no right to talk
And make unnecessary comments that suck
Why such negativity
When all I share with all is my creativity
Critical readers
Before you key in words of condemnation
Into my commentary space
Be sure to be an established Poetic Leader
For if I look into your poetic page
And see only an empty hopeless space
Or a few pieces of poems hanging loosely
All over the place
I will only say, you are an ultimate disgrace!
When I write, I do so to entertain, not to get advise from wannabe Train the Trainers. My poem What is music to you is a fantastic poem to me. If you don't like it, keep your fingers in your pocket.
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Fulfilment of All their Dreams…
Dunne’s theory is that there is a time one, two
and three – ad infinitum – with an infinite
number of me’s corresponding to each
Well, maybe it makes sense then that I have to
greet myself as Nile-Crocodile, comprising
Alice, Cinderella, and le Petit Prince
With invisible friends: Belladonna, Marguerite
and Mary-Ruadh, manifestations ad infinitum –
confirming the theory of the Multiverse
Where there is room for each of them – as well
as the fulfilment of all their dreams…
poem by Margaret Alice
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Rituals That Appal
Cumbersome rituals appal the mind,
The wits are affected by this ritual.
The mind is troublesome to the eloquent speech,
One speaks loudest when affected.
The whole piety of a speaker is about,
Wanting the air of a seminary.
A doddering dwarf has reminded us
Of his walk in the holy region.
The rituals of his stupid speech
Are around the house of words.
poem by Naveed Akram
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It could happen to anyone when you get hired by a different president. There's a difference in philosophies. It happens. It's a change in CEOs. They have their own people, their own philosophies, and it's different than what Bob stands for.
quote by Rick Pitino
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