Weighed But Found Lacking
Like a fly nestled on the cow's back
Deceived that it's taller than its real size
Arrogance cannot see what it really lacks
And cannot perceive the plank from its eyes.
Proud to declare superiority
And quick to pronounce sweeping judgements,
Arrogance needs little remedy
In making its rules laid in sentiments.
With sight shaded by a controlling Self
All others dim from importance.
Like a book occupying a whole shelf -
All written work pale in its Dominance.
But 'the humble will be exalted,
And as 'pride goes before destruction'
The lowly writers may soon be read -
While the arrogant led to oblivion.
'God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.' (Prov.3: 34)
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February 9,2010
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Pride Goes Before Destruction
Pride goes before Destruction
And for those who fly so high
In clouds they bask in sheer Deception
With thoughts of heights they bask in lies.
Those who love to soar the skies
Get blinded by the light of Sun
Their haughtiness divert their eyes
And with their falsehoods, come undone.
Those who are up go nowhere but down
As the rules of Physics so declared
And pride brings low those who surround
Their lives in arrogance is bared.
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ASK...You Will Receive
Evasive Wisdom is never known
When Man relies on his conclusions
For human wisdom on its own
Is full of shallow, vague assumptions.
Man, with Pride, will never ask
Content to sum up philisophies.
For Humanity will completely mask
The Truth with empty vagaries.
For truly the Man who asks, receives
As those unlearned fishermen revealed-
Unschooled, but Wisdom God did give
Their Life, in writing, Spirit sealed.
For God does not play hide and seek
His Word is a lamp unto our feet,
He gives grace to the humble and the meek
And the Seeking, He will surely meet.
Like Paul, I was a learned thinker,
Too proud to see the scales in my eyes,
Spiritually mute to know any better
Until I met the God Who does not lie.
For truly IF you do seek Him
With all your heart and all your soul -
I guarantee this Truth is not dim
He'll find you... and will make you whole.
'For the Lord gives Wisdom, and from His mouth come Knowledge
and Understanding.'
PROVERBS 2: 6
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February 18,2010
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A Writer's Prayer
In my nothingness, be glorified
For everything I have all come from You,
Remove the dross and foolish pride
With grace, bless everything I do.
Guide my writing with Your Light
Your Words of Truth inspire me,
May all that comes from pen be right
That all men come to see.
Bless the words with Your great Power
A wondrous working from above,
For You, oh God, made me a writer
Declare the hope of Your Mercy and Love!
'The fear of the Lord is a fountain of life,
turning a man from the snares of death.'
Proverbs 14: 27
'I have come that they may have Life, and have it to the full.'
John 10: 10
February 2,2010
Philippines
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Life Story
To Hope is life's necessity
To dream is Freedom sought,
Each day is Opportunity
Another step to Growth.
To Love is truly caring
Affection pure and good
And Faith in God believing
His Grace is spirit food.
To try again is Courage
And to work is Dignity
Thus recorded in our page
This is our Life Story.
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February 2,2010
Tarlac City Philippines
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Take Two
Angry goodbyes can break our hearts
Quick words released, they can resound
And open doors where Love departs
Then fleeting Joy cannot be found.
But like the dove that flies back home
One word of 'Sorry' can bring healing
Like a second read of a much-loved poem
That word returns the loving feeling.
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February 27,2010
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My Redeemer Lives!
Even when I am old and gray
Lord, I will sing You praise
And though my life may ebb away
I will declare Your amazing Grace!
For You, O God have held me through
My darkest hours and human failings
A Faithful God, Lord You are True
You changed my mournings into dancing.
You are the Father to the fatherless
Near to the lost and brokenhearted
Shield for the lonely and the hopeless
Healer of the downcast and afflicted.
When my strength and flesh shall decay
I know the God Whom I believed
I know that my Savior for me prays
Jesus Christ, My Redeemer lives!
' Even when I am old and gray
do not forsake me, O God,
till I declare Your Power to the
next generation, Your might to all
who are to come.'
Psalm 71: 18
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February 26,2010
Philippines
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A Man Is
Shall we all go like phantoms in the night?
Drifting shadows, hollow mists of reasons vague?
Defeat and sorrow, these we have in sight
Concluding thoughts that life is just a plague?
Where now are noble virtues laid by men
Those that soared in dreams where eagles fly
Birthing Honor, Love, in Courage given
Laid Freedom's rock, in Bravery fortify?
Shall we surrender to misconceived agenda
That we are nothing and from nothing end
That all life came from the lowly amoeba
A final state where we by Death will send.
Humanity is meant for a higher purpose
And a mere existence is not truly Life
For Laughter, Love, and Friendships close
All these mundane questions and worldly strife.
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February 27,2010
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Blackberry Blue
A distinct color
Is blackberry blue
Its blackness shaded
In silvery shine
Like Bahrain pearls
In deepest hue
Light changes it
Like sweet dark wine.
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February 24,2010
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Sick Critic
Vexations and vagaries
Plague negativity
Pompous animosities
Spread much toxicity.
Unfounded anger fed
Erupts like a volcano
The writer's ink turns ugly red
And fits in poem he shows.
Jury, judge, and warden
Sentence laid for others
Those striving with their pen
To be successful writers.
Self-appointed Critic
Resign from your position
For stress can make you sick
And affect your heart condition.
Smile: -)
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'Anger rests in the heart of fools.'
February 2,2010
Philippines
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Ink Bottle of Life
The pain and sorrows in life's hurdle
Are all contained in bottled record.
For our Experience is the ink bottle
Where the dipped pen draws many words.
The souce of writers' inspirations
From it the passion ink flows through
To weave the lines and compositions
Of life and loves that we once knew.
'He who pursues righteousness and love, finds life, prosperity, and honor.'
Proverbs 21: 21
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February 1,2010
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The Bible
For forty years I was blind
Till I read the Book where there I find
The Wisdom to live and do what's right
Your Words were Truth, they were Light.
They fed my spirit and guided my way
I now read my Bible everyday!
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June 27.2011
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Just One Wish
I have but one wish and it is this:
That a ship of dreams will one day take me
To where you are and there to kiss
Each other in love, so affectionately.
To finally gaze in your loving eyes
To hold you in a sweet tender embrace
And to feel my heartbeat suddenly rise
As I see the love shown there in your face.
I have this one wish and I hope it's granted
That together we will be and remain that way,
There's nothing in this world I have ever wanted
Than to be with you Dearest, for all my days!
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February 20,2010
Philippines
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Brokenness
Unless the grain of wheat
Falls to the ground and dies
Change won't be complete
Because from there, a new growth lies.
Unless a man be broken
And shed off from his old Self
Molding cannot be given
On the jar there on Life's shelf.
On the clay there must be a crushing
For the new jar to be molded
There must be renewed pounding
For the metal to be welded.
New life can never sprout
From the seed that remains whole
And fruit cannot come out
Without brokenness of Soul.
'My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.'
(PSALM 73: 26)
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February 24,2010
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Wishful Dreams
In dreams persistently you are
A present vision, ever haunting
At night like a brilliant distant star
The sight of you fills me with longing.
You call my name there in my dreams
Embraced I am in fleeting shadows
You hold my hand like fading moonbeams
But you're not there in my tomorrows.
If life could be lived in wishful dreams
No waking up in the brightness of sun
Together we will be forever it seems
Of days and of parting... there will be none.
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February 22,2010
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When I Look Into Your Eyes
When I look at your eyes
I read a thousand love poems
Spoken softly in a thousand sighs
Embracing me like I was home.
When I look into your eyes
A thousand words of love there seen
Deep emotions I find there lie
Expressed to me, like I was a queen
When I look into your eyes Love,
All Time and Space just disappear
I seem to be lost in the galaxies above
And that feeling comes when you are near.
One look...so eloquent in meaning
Drown me in a burst of brilliant stardust
As my heart glows with intense beating
I feel like melting, and dropp my gaze...I must.
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February 22,2010
Philippines
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Words Become Lifestyles
Words make the man
And reflect what his heart contains
Thoughts become words
And when spoken they remain
Words that are repeated
Become habits in the end
Habits formed become lifestyles
That later may be hard to amend.
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February 27,2010
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Arrogance (Naani poetry form)
Arrogance is a fly
On a cattle's back it feasts
Thinks itself a lie
That it's taller than the beast.
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Communication
Communication is touching
Another with sincerity
Not just with verbal teaching
Conversing absently.
It is the human spirit
That reaches forth with care
Words so laden with it
In love and knowledge share.
Crossing space and distance
Communication frees
It is the golden chance
For friendship and for peace.
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February 24,2010
Philippines
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His Treasured Possessions
Even in darkness
Light dawns for the upright
Though there be sadness
Hope is not far from sight.
The rivers may rage;
The waters may swallow,
'Be of good courage'
His Word told you so.
In your emptiness
Hear well and be still -
Trust in His Kindness
Believe in His good Will.
For the God Who called you
He can never lie,
We're His Treasured Possessions
And that is YOU and I.
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February 9,2010
Philippines
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Buried Treasure
You are not gone for I have you
In my heart's treasured memory
Where even Time cannot subdue
Love that was eternally free..
No changing seasons will fly past
No summer, fall, or cold winter
Will ever touch, my love will last
For its own spring remains forever.
I have you here and you are mine
The treasure sealed and sea-buried
There is no key, no cabled line
And the anchor there, all but rusted.
No hope for it to be uncovered
Unearthed, revealed, again displayed-
Yes, I have you to be remembered
And a heart of gold for you there laid.
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February 8,2010
Philippines
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