Herds
Gatherings assemble within their temples
of what their lives worship.
Whether it is religious
or the good times they wear.
Each wears a different skin
depending on what they believe in.
Some gather in places to wander
and journey through the wastelands
of another’s homeland.
Seeking out new herds to follow,
new gatherings to join
on their eternal quest.
16 February 2009
poem by David Harris
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Family Gatherings
Family Gatherings - They Bring Happiness And
Cheer.. Moments Of Precious Memorys To Hold
Within And Remember The Following Year.
Family Gatherings - Are For Those Who Live At
A Distance...To Bring That Closeiness, And
Warmth Contentment.
Family Gatherings - Have Many Smiling Faces.
Playful Children Dancing All Around... As If
An Outside Play Ground. Family Gatherings -
Brings Forth That Social Communication.
Up Dateing To Present Life Situations.
Family Gatherings - Give Us A Chance To Spend
Quality Time... Knowing One Another As Family,
For Those Who Have Forgotten In Time.
Family Gatherings - For Those Precious Moments
Being Shared - Makeing Beautiful Memorys Of
Reminessing Being Shared.
Family Gatherings... Puts Forth That Smile And
Song In Heart... Bring Us Together, Not So Far
Apart.
Family Gatherings...
poem by Laura Eggebrecht
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Trash Is Trash
No matter how it is packaged.
Deodorized and scented for presentation.
Trash is trash.
Identified by its attraction to the gutter!
And all things of sewage gatherings,
Enjoyed and complimented...
For an undeniable taste that is consumed.
And praised for all of its decadence declared...
In worship!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stages~
Stages
Many are the stages from the cradle to the grave -
Diversities in journey to each of us God gave.
Within each stage of journey lies paths that one can choose-
Depending on the chosen path, we either gain or lose.
Confusion and perplexity may sometimes come our way-
Despondency and sadness may sometimes waste our day.
Among each stage of journey, there's One we cannot see-
Our guide and our companion near He'll always be.
Giving rest when we are weary, giving joy when we are sad,
Comforting and consoling, each broken heart made glad.
Along this present journey looms chance for eternal wealth-
Along this present journey is choice of immortal health.
Deceptions and distractions along this journey lie-
Illusions of elation, beckon you and I.
Depending on the choice one makes determines what will be-
In the stage that's soon to follow, for all eternity...........
The times when I think about, ending my own life
My mind wonders back to the days, of daddy and mama, his wife
How hard it was for them, raising us six kids on what
I really want to see them again-if I do it, I will not
So in this stage of my journey, today I am still here
But everyday I wonder, Would anyone really care
If tomorrow they should wake up, to find that I am dead
Then they would realize, it was not just words I had said
I know my life is a journey and this path is mine to choose
But I feel I've lost everything, what else have I got to lose.......
Written By: Marsha Youree- 2006
poem by Marsha Youree
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My Quest
(2/25/12)
I have put myself on a quest
To turn my life around and do my best
So many things that go on in life
And having to make a sacrifice.
There is nothing in life that comes easy you know
And you have to struggle and put on a show
The show of life is on a stage
And there is so much to gain.
We are all actors in this game of life
And reaching our goal is mighty nice.
But most of us are just backups
In all that we do, and we never seem to follow thru.
So I am on this quest to follow all that my heart may say
For I know that it will lead me the right way.
It will open up doors that I've yet to open
So that I may see all the beauties inside
And there will be nothing that life can hide.
Life without love is unimaginable and it can never be
If you try to hide your love from me.
Love is the stage where we all gather
To find out what truly matters.
Join me in this quest, this search for love
For it was sent from up above
We need each other like the plants need water
Like the sun needs the moon
Let us not end it so soon.
I love you and I know that you love me
And this is the way it was meant to be.
My quest is now over for my search is through
I guess I knew that when I saw you.
poem by Louis Rams
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I Will Not Follow
You say that you will carry the torch
You say that you will beat the winning drum
Youll be there when the saints roll in
With a bat made of rubber, half made out of tin
How many times does the snake crawl out of its skin?
You change your spots
But I will not...
You say youll put your trust in that old american flag
You say there is still no place like home
That youll still go to war when your papers come
Surrender your nerve to a gatling gun
Come back home mate
Tell everyone youll be happy with the time that youve got
But I will not...
I will not follow!
I will not follow!
I will not follow
You say that youll wear the colours, blue and grey
You say youll wear the colours, black and red
You wear whichever colour shines most, bright so
You can shine like blakes eternal tiger in the night
You say that you will carry the torch
You say that you will beat the winning drum
You say that there is still no place like home
No place like home, sweet home
You say that everyones gotta change their spots
But I will not...
No, I will not
I will not follow!
I will not follow!
I will not follow!
I will not follow!
No!
song performed by by Waterboys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Join Together
When you here this sound a-comin,
Hear the drummers drumming,
I want you to join together with the band,
We dont move in any ticular direction,
And we dont make no collections,
I want you to join together with the band.
Do you really think I care,
What you read or what you wear,
I want you to join together with the band,
Theres a million ways to laugh,
And every ones a path,
Come on and join together with the band.
Everybody join together, I want you to join together,
Come on and join together with the band,
We need you to join together, come on and join together,
Come on and join together with the band.
You dont have to play,
You can follow or lead the way,
I want you to join together with the band,
We dont know where were going,
But the seasons right for knowing,
I want you to join together with the band.
Its the singer not the song,
That makes the music move along,
I want you to join together with the band,
This is the biggest band youll find,
Its as deep as it is wide,
Come on and join together with the band,
Hey hey hey hey hey hey, well everybody come on.
Come on and join, join together with the band,
We need you to join together, everybody come on,
Hey hey hey, join together with the band.
song performed by by Who
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Gatherings and, simultaneously, loneliness are the conditions of a writer's life.
quote by Jerzy Kosinski
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The Silver Treasure
Blessings have depths but no measure
For the hearts benchmark the Silver Treasure
Gatherings of the life that ages earn
Gather on the head with a silvery turn
Children call'em white & learn they are grey
Sparkles of sunlight have smiles on every ray
Skin is like a bed dwelling in viscous oil
Hair we talk of coir wraped in a silver foil
Days which they lived are countless wrinkles
Eyes have fog in hopes & hope in them twinkles
Our breaths have such assets backed by these banks
For this silvery treasure, let us pay golden thanks
Thoughts of every new mile without bliss of the old
Is it possible to live without this treasure being told...
poem by Reetesh Sabr
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Church & The Perfect Fit
Too loose.Too long.Too short.Too big.Too small.
Describes most of the clothes we wear.
Like finding the right church that's the perfect fit
Is always a struggle of hope, patience and prayer.
God wants us to fit together with one another
With our beliefs, attitudes, patriotism and love.
No church is perfect cause their run by men
As we assemble our souls to praise Heaven above.
David wrote; 'I Know O Lord Your judgement is right'
For he was aware of what happens when we stray
It helps us maintain our moral servitude
When we gather at church, sing, worship and pray.
Christ takes each sin, each pain, each loss,
So that our lives exalt His name.
And by the power of His sacrifice upon the cross
He transforms our brokeness, weakness and shame.
Peace of Mind
O peace! give me the pace to have a glimpse of you!
Elusive you are! Leaving illusions all around!
Temples and Mosques, Churches and Asylums
Wander the mortals in quest of reaching your portals
Men and Women, rich and the poor, scholars and scoundrels
Submit their prejudice for seeking a nap on your lap
Millions and billions may swell the coffers
There dwells a hell when your stay is put to nil
Comforts and luxuries, power and authority
Seldom fetch the joy of your ever soothing serenity
Greed less minds, compassionate hearts, unruffled souls in joy and grief
Are the ones after whom you run seeking an abode for you to rest
poem by Somanathan Iyer
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A Dreamer's Journey
In my dream I am flying, I'm dancing on starlight,
Sending a wish into the night that I may find you,
That we may journey to a place where love lives eternal,
A place where endless rainbows mark the beginning of dreams,
Where unicorns graze in fields of daffodils and I am lost in your smile,
I send a wish upon the wings of angels that you may join me,
For my heart is drenched with the tears of a lonely soul,
Will you follow me to the place where love lives forever,
For in this place all dreams can become a beautiful truth...
The dream is real... The failure to realise it is the only reality...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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She Wears My Ring
(words & music by boudleaux & felice bryant)
She wears my ring to show the world that she belongs to me
She wears my ring to show the world shes mine eternally
With loving care I placed it on her finger
To show my love for all the world to see
This tiny ring is a token of tender emotion
An endless pool of love thats as deep as the ocean
She swears to wear it with eternal devotion
Thats why I sing, because she wears my ring
She swears to wear it with eternal devotion
Thats why I sing, because she wears my ring
This tiny ring is a token of tender emotion
An endless pool of love thats as deep as the ocean
She swears to wear it with eternal devotion
Thats why I sing, because she wears my ring
Thats why I sing, because she wears my ring
song performed by by Roy Orbison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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She Wears My Ring
(words & music by boudleaux & felice bryant)
She wears my ring to show the world that she belongs to me
She wears my ring to show the world shes mine eternally
With loving care I placed it on her finger
To show my love for all the world to see
This tiny ring is a token of tender emotion
An endless pool of love thats as deep as the ocean
She swears to wear it with eternal devotion
Thats why I sing, because she wears my ring
She swears to wear it with eternal devotion
Thats why I sing, because she wears my ring
This tiny ring is a token of tender emotion
An endless pool of love thats as deep as the ocean
She swears to wear it with eternal devotion
Thats why I sing, because she wears my ring
Thats why I sing, because she wears my ring
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Too Many Too
Too many drivers in too many cars.
Too many lost souls drinking in too many bars.
Too many heroes stepping on too many toes.
Too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no.
Too many lives each cat can lose ---
Weve got too many too.
Too many too.
Too much sunshine. too many drops of rain.
Too many equal and average children who will all grow up the same.
Too many fireside politicians holding too many views.
Too many questions --- but there are answers too few.
Too many lives each cat can lose ---
Weve got too many too.
If I were a liar --- yes, and you were a cheat ---
There would be too many places where we all could meet.
Too many temples where we could worship the beast.
Where he who thinks he had the most in fact has the least.
Too many lives each cat can lose --
Ive got too many too.
Ive got too many too.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Cosmic Shaman...
I am the son of knowledge and wisdom,
I am son of the cosmic shaman,
My mystical soul begins it's eternal journey,
The journey to penetrate my inner self,
To journey the unknown darkness,
I seek the light to travel beyond imagination,
For I am surreal... Afraid to be real,
A desperate darkness living in pure light,
Blind and deaf seeking out the depths of my fear,
My eternal yearning screams evermore,
I am son of the Cosmic Shaman...
I seek answers... I seek rebirth... I seek eternity...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Self-Portrait
Lucian Blaga is as mute as a swan.
In his homeland
a creature’s snow stands for the word.
His spirit is in quest
in age-old mute quest
since all times
and up to the ultimate bounds, without rest.
He is in quest of the water of which the rainbow drinks.
He is in quest of the water
of which the rainbow
drinks its beauty and non-being.
poem by Lucian Blaga from Unsuspected Steps (1943), translated by Dan Duţescu
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A Coronal
WITH HIS SONGS AND HER DAYS TO HIS LADY AND TO LOVE
Violets and leaves of vine,
Into a frail, fair wreath
We gather and entwine:
A wreath for Love to wear,
Fragrant as his own breath,
To crown his brow divine,
All day till night is near.
Violets and leaves of vine
We gather and entwine.
Violets and leaves of vine
For Love that lives a day,
We gather and entwine.
All day till Love is dead,
Till eve falls, cold and gray,
These blossoms, yours and mine,
Love wears upon his head,
Violets and leaves of vine
We gather and entwine.
Violets and leaves of vine,
For Love when poor Love dies
We gather and entwine.
This wreath that lives a day
Over his pale, cold eyes,
Kissed shut by Proserpine,
At set of sun we lay:
Violets and leaves of vine
We gather and entwine.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Remember Me
Remember that raucous laugh, often too loud
That could bother a few or bolster a crowd.
Then that sense of humor that would prevail
Replacing that old grouchy man’s veil.
As for the rest of my shortcomings and thoughtless crimes,
I hope you’ll replace them with memories of good times.
Like the family gatherings where we all laughed and played
And enjoyed true happiness from the emotions conveyed.
It’s not sadness, but gladness that defines this day.
I am at peace knowing I have traveled with you all this way.
Most of all as my soul rejoices with the stars above,
Please remember I’ll live on through your spirit of love.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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I believe we are going to move into a situation where the more effective conferences will be smaller, more specialized, more focused, with occasional large gatherings to get the attention of the larger world.
quote by Maurice Strong
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Arctic Wanderer
The arctic wastelands numb the bones
And wolves aren't yet immune,
Upon the winds you'll hear their groans
And moans that won't end soon...
For arctic wastelands test the souls
Of all who wander near,
As if to find out what controls
Their every thought and fear...
The arctic winds feel no remorse
As they go howling by,
They simply blow, maintain their course,
While all God's creatures sigh...
The wolf must wander like the wind
Along some unknown path,
For come the day he's left behind,
They'll write his epitaph...
For now, he lives, to face the storm,
To battle through each hour...
Remembering he once was warm,
But now he's feeling sour...
So woe betide whatever's found
That he can eat today!
His heart's turned cold, just like the ground
That hides what he calls prey...
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2010.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Arctic Wanderer'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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