The Spoken Word
The spoken word takes many forms
in its hunger to be written down
translating itself through many minds
as it reaches out in many voices
until it eventually grasps the glory
and wears the eternal crown.
25 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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No poet will ever take the written word as a substitute for the spoken word; he knows that it is on the spoken word, and the spoken word only, that his art is founded.
quote by Lascelles Abercrombie
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Glorious Speech
Glory fires me up with distinction,
Desks of thought bestride me in speech.
A word has more meaning when spoken
Rather than the written variety
That swore their page and added ground
To the basic teachings of our fathers.
Mothers similarly resound on our behalf
To astound the good people into something.
Exaltation is made on us when exalted
And now we spoke regarding our generations
To be wounded by them, as we have been
Wounded eventually.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Today... 'The Word
Word of love and the Word made flesh
Word incarnate forever blessed
Word of life and the Word of light
Word of power and Word of might.
Word that was spoken, Word of the Lord
Word of the Law and the Word of God
Word of peace and Word eternal
Word of truth and last Word of all.
Word of wisdom and the Word of healing
Word from heaven, a Word so appealing
Word fulfilling the Word of prophecy
Word of the Spirit and Word of destiny.
Word of exhortation and Word of grace
Word of encouragement and Word of faith
Word of promise and a Word of insight
Word from the beginning and Word of delight.
Word of knowledge and a Word of boldness
Word of peace and the Word of righteousness
Word of the covenant and Word of love
Word of the Father from heaven above.
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Words Flow Like 'EBONICS
Words flow like Ebonics
You know, you know
That beat popping
Rhythmic sound of the ghetto—
Cognitive thought
Verbalize within the heartbeat
Of the city
Children voices-echoes
Sounds of spoken-word—
Our thoughts
Implanted in oral history—
History of revolutionaries
Freedom speakers
Breaking down cultural barriers—
Words flow like Ebonics
You know, you know
Gangster rappers-street talkers
Translating the agony of the city—
City slum dwellers
Seeking voices of advocacy
For the representation of diplomacy
Words of armor will protect thee—
So in the end
Remember this
Street talking-gangster rapping
Weapons of revolutionary thought
Created vices to be taught—
Words flow like Ebonics
You know, you know!
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Gregory Upshaw (gshaw57)
poem by Gregory Upshaw
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The Word of God Stands Forever
All men are like the flowers and grass that soon will wither away,
However, the Eternal Word of God my friend forever is here to stay.
For in the beginning was The Word and The Word was with God,
Friend not only was The Word with God, The Word is Eternal God.
Jesus Christ is Lord and God and the very Living Word my friend,
He's The Alpha and Omega, and He's the beginning and the end.
Jesus is the Maker and the Sustainer of all things created on earth,
But the only way to truly know The Word is to experience a New Birth.
Then Christ will send The Holy Spirit from His dwelling high above,
He will seal you for the day of Glory, while filling you with love.
The Spirit will then start teaching you Truths from The Word of God,
And will put your feet firmly on a brand new path on which to trod.
For the natural man who lives by bread alone will not live forever,
This will only happen if following The Word is your life's endeavor.
Then His Word will be a lamp for your feet and a light on your path,
Guiding you to Eternal Glory, as Christ delivers you from His wrath.
Sadly many people live like there's no tomorrow in their own desire,
And since they thought The Word was foolish, will finish in the fire.
Like the grass they will perish at the end of their earthly endeavor,
While The Eternal Word of God in Glory continues to stand forever.
(Copyright © 04/2003)
The Barren Fancy
THE BARREN FANCY
by Muhammad Hameed Shahid
She said;
'Our love is static...
And stagnation
Breeds putridity'
From this fancy's rib
Was born the eve of novice desire
Why then should we not,
Alter our roots.
And...
Now that
In consequence of this separation,
Putridity emits its vapours,
It is proved
That the seed of fancy
Has been infertile
Since pre-eternity
(English rendering from Urdu by Bashir H. Nazim)
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82; و ب ص و ر ت ب ہ ت . Very much Beautiful.
I read it three times and enjoyed.
...Well done.
Saghier Ahmed Jafri
September 4,2010 at 11: 35pm
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This is a symbolic poem whose roots go to the Eden where Adam and Eve first lived and the word 'fancy' has many meanings to relate. The last punch lines can be conceived as situational considering the putridity. Welcome Hameed Shahid! !
Naseer Ahmed Nasir
September 5,2010 at 2: 05am
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Very nice sir,
Adeel Khan
September 5,2010 at 7: 45am
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Very well Said Hameed Sb..!
Jamal Nasir
September 5,2010 at 8: 24pm
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I don't know whether there's something wrong with the translation or what... somehow, I couldn't get it. I'd appreciate if you could post the Urdu version as well.
Rashid Saleem
September 5 m 2010 at 8: 27pm
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Love can't be stagnant and it can't emit vapours
'She' has captioned her emotion as she prefers.
Then whats it, which can cause an intention to even alter the roots?
The poem clearly talks about that subject and its repercussions.
Love is not complicated whereas lust is.
Good read indeed... Thank you for this post, dear poet.
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Vidya Puttur
September 5,2010 at 9: 38pm
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Thought provoking
Anwer Zahidi
September 6,2010 at 7: 27pm
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One's search for perfection in love gains ground only with the reconciliation to the divine origin...that much profundity is here to read; and only between lines, yes?
Alicia R. Bernal
September,2010
poem by Muhammd Hameed Shahid
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An Echoing Truth
In a world of right and wrong, we have Truth, that echoes strong,
And from the world’s ancient past, God’s Truth shall forever last,
To be for men a guide and light, for discerning wrong from right;
God’s Guiding Truth for every need, when souls choose to heed.
God’s Word echoes loud and clear, as men of true wisdom fear,
God who reigns above the earth, who gives The Word true worth,
God, Who spoke this world in place, opens hearts by His Grace,
And with that Grace He will impart, Eternal Truth into man’s heart.
A Book, that many seldom read, has the Truth that all men need,
While others never even heard, the Eternal Truths in God’s Word;
Eternal Truths that man can trust, which were written for all of us,
Truth revealed to all the world, which all believers need to herald.
This truth’s more than knowledge of, The One who reigns above,
But what He had did for everyone, sending Christ, His Only Son,
His Truth, revealed to every nation, leads a soul to His Salvation,
When they come to Jesus Christ, that soul, receives Eternal Life.
Open The Word and you will see, Truth about our present reality,
And you will see through history, others pointing men to eternity,
How Godly men of old would tell, others about Heaven and Hell,
Knowing all are just one breath, away from Eternal Life or Death.
(Copyright ©06/2010)
The Poet Junkie
I am the poet junkie
writing my fix
anytime of everyday
each sacrifice day
throughout daylight
throughout night
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in September 2010 on the 17.9.2010.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Tune In
pulse transmit send
time radio waves
era age capsules
space signal bound
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in September 2010 on the 23.9.2010.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Invest In Eternal Account
An account of now and forever
Is set by being washed forgone
And live your sins behind curveture
And be called the new born creature
Immersed in a deep golden name
The account amount of eternal peace
That glows innermost and benearth his name
He is the son of man, in him he loves
The king of wonders in between he stands
The account of eternal love overflows
In him is the cool well of dove
Come it says, drink its waters of life
And be dressed in his grace
That falls like hailstorm rain
From the convenant keeping God
Invest in the eternal account
And nothing shall siege the heart
Praise his name for his miracles
Glory, glory he takes the shape
In the spirit being, the mankind of his
If he is loved, he comes like a storm
And the grain in its story in the cage
Laying in his eternal eternal account
poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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September Glory
Sweet September is coming home soon
Just count the hours till the autumn moon
When we shall see that crest of gold
And stars like diamonds we'll behold.
'Virgo' the virgin is coming home soon
September glory ~ a song singers croon.
Queen of the planets, a jewel in the crown.
Season of love with memories of renown.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Voices Inherit The Wind
The lingering shadows of those
who are gone from our grasp
bring comfort to those
who had to say behind.
Their voices inherit the wind
on cold and lonely nights.
Their voices can be heard
telling us everything is all right
when the shadows of loneliness
fall across our sight.
Our weeping call to come back
is answered in the wind
and the shaking branches
touched by a breeze.
Candles were lit to show us the way
when the clouds of darkness surround
and the voices inheriting the wind compound.
We walk with eyes blinded
into an eternal light
to be consumed within.
No one knows our boundaries
when angels take flight
and we only go when we are ready
to face the eternal night.
Those we left have no fear
we maybe gone, but we are still here.
Our voices inherit the wind on dark blustery nights.
We are those fleeting shadows
you catch from the corner of your eye.
We seek not to alarm you,
just to guide you along,
we are your past nudging you
into the future where you belong.
28 March 2010
poem by David Harris
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Unchanging Truth
It’s the Truth alone we must defend, as believers to the very end,
God’s Word with no additions to, Truths revealed to me and you,
It is God’s Eternal Truth alone, which is embraced by God’s Own,
Not following men who’ve erred, but fully trusting in God’s Word.
As our God remains the same, such is Truth that bears His name,
The Word of God through all ages, is unchanged on all its pages,
Truth that has so long endured, penned by The Spirit of The Lord,
While all Scripture is God Inspired, to produce results He desired.
When Eternal Truth, is rejected, men, not God, must be corrected;
To me, it is more than strange, that men, believe they can change,
The Eternal Words, God decreed, to suit their own, religious need,
But, they’ll find this spiritual path, will only invite The Lord’s Wrath.
God’s not a man, that He can lie, and all His Truth, He won’t deny,
Neither will He change His mind, to leave His Eternal Truth behind,
All that God said, shall be fulfilled, exactly as our Lord has willed,
For God’s Eternal, Sovereign Plan, is not changed by earthly man.
Lies for Truths, men exchange, but God’s Word, does not change,
All of The Truths that we read, are not to be changed, but to heed,
To guide souls from every nation, to The Truth of God’s Salvation,
Offered through Unaltered Grace; the only Truth we must embrace.
(Copyright ©06/2010)
Voices
NOW I make a leaf of Voices--for I have found nothing mightier than
they are,
And I have found that no word spoken, but is beautiful, in its place.
O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices?
Surely, whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her I shall
follow,
As the water follows the moon, silently, with fluid steps, anywhere
around the globe.
All waits for the right voices;
Where is the practis'd and perfect organ? Where is the develop'd
Soul?
For I see every word utter'd thence, has deeper, sweeter, new sounds,
impossible on less terms.
I see brains and lips closed--tympans and temples unstruck,
Until that comes which has the quality to strike and to unclose, 10
Until that comes which has the quality to bring forth what lies
slumbering, forever ready, in all words.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Words
So many words are there in our speech,
they can be very poor, they can be rich.
No one can be indifferent to their meaning
as they are alive and express your feeling.
Spoken word is not just a sound,
it can’t be found on the ground,
it’s always in your head, sometimes in your soul.
When it is spoken it becomes a parole.
A word is an energy of your spirit,
it was presented to you by God, it’s His merit.
A word is a tool of communication,
A word is a source of information.
“A word spoken is past recalling”.
Strolling all around it can’t be found,
returned back and kept in your sack.
“The pen is mightier than the sword”,
that was told about a written word.
Words, words, words………………
They are love and seduction,
each one with a certain function.
They are wonders of sin
and songs of education.
They are salvation, temptation, affectation…
They can be an executioner,
they can be the owner of a whiner.
A word can be a treatment,
It helps when you are ill.
A kind word is better than a pill.
But…there are words that just kill.
They sound like a horrible drill.
Words, words, words…………
They are triumph and defeat,
They can be pleasant and sweet.
At the end of my message
I would like everyone to acknowledge:
Each word has a strength
and it doesn’t depend on its length.
So, think before saying a word,
as it is quite well heard even by walls,
it touches someone’s soul,
it shouldn’t be a wicked foul.
“Better the foot to slip than the tongue”.
And… there is no exception for the young.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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While the spoken word can travel faster, you can't take it home in your hand. Only the written word can be absorbed wholly at the convenience of the reader.
quote by Kingman Brewster, Jr.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Crown Of Thorns
You were yesterdays hero
An ordinary man of flesh and blood
Took the world on your shoulders
A hopeless crusade, and act of love
But its a world obsessed with religion
And now you wear the face of a god
Like the words you said, youre as good as dead
Just a work of art on the wall
And thats why nobody wears a crown of thorns
Nobody cares
Nobody wears a crown of thorns anymore
Holy men talk of hunger
While standing beneath a cross of gold
And there are preachers on the tv
In their thousand dollar suits, who sell your soul
To think you died for what you believed in
Only to be exploited and used
Now youre supermen from the promised land
Just a vision of hollywood
...anymore
You showed me that theres hope for humanity
But once more youre being betrayed
So many countries torn by their idols
Too many prophets screaming for blood
And they only hear what they want to hear
When it comes to God up above
song performed by by Johnny Hates Jazz
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Hunger
The more I think about
the days when I was young
the more I hunger
for them back again
to correct the mistakes
I made back then.
To get to know more of the people
I went to school with
and make more of them a friend.
Sadly that can never be
and all I am left with is thoughts
of what might have been
had I spoken out a bit more.
18 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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In children’s glory
The root toils and takes pride in its crown.
The crown beams but gives no credit to the root.
Birds and animals all admire the crown
For the fruits and the shades they obtain.
They attach least importance to the root.
The root still sticks to the vanity of its pride
As parents take pride in children’s glory.
05.07.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hymn 147
The names and titles of Christ. From several scriptures.
['Tis from the treasures of his word
I borrow titles for my Lord;
Nor art nor nature can supply
Sufficient forms of majesty.
Bright image of the Father's face,
Shining with undiminished rays;
Th' eternal God's eternal Son,
The heir and partner of his throne.]
The King of kings, the Lord most high,
Writes his own name upon his thigh
He wears a garment dipped in blood,
And breaks the nations with his rod.
Where grace can neither melt nor move,
The Lamb resents his injured love;
Awakes his wrath without delay,
And Judah's Lion tears the prey.
But when for works of peace he comes,
What winning titles he assumes!
Light of the world, and Life of men;
Nor bears those characters in vain.
With tender pity in his heart,
He acts the Mediator's part;
A Friend and Brother he appears,
And well fulfils the names he wears.
At length the Judge his throne ascends,
Divides the rebels from his friends,
And saints in full fruition prove
His rich variety of love.
poem by Isaac Watts
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