the Potter
makes all pots alike
with equal love
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Sonnet: The Potter Makes All Earthen Pots Alike
World’s mole-hill good is dwarfed by mountain bad!
The righteous few by countless evil hearts;
That God’s beside the upright makes us glad;
Do good all life, ignoring evil arts!
No instrument is evil by itself;
Its use by man decides its value true;
Man’s heart can be like angel or an elf;
The net result depends on what we do!
The man behind the machine decides use;
The mind behind an idea, abuse;
A gadget can better or worsen things;
Equal are paupers before God to kings!
The Potter makes all earthen pots alike:
The devils aid to earn divine dislike!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-15-2009
poem by John Celes
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The Wonder of God’s Creation
Every cloud is differently shaped;
Every plume has its own beauty;
Every sand is of size unlike the next;
No two leaves are equally green.
Every grain is similar and yet, dissimilar;
Every creature is so ideally made;
Every man differs in many aspects;
Even cloned individuals aren’t alike.
Every river has a changing course;
Every color looks so beautiful;
Every seed is a miniature tree!
No two mountains are of equal height!
Every beast has brain appropriate;
Every being is well-proportioned;
Every man has talents different;
A potter, however skilled, can’t make two pots alike!
Yet, no one knows if two identical things truly exist;
Only the Maker knows such natural freaks;
God made each creature with unfathomed love;
And man was made the best of all!
There’s nothing yet, in man’s powers,
That equals God’s creations;
For, man is just a creature of God,
Though made with soul, in God’s image!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-18-2006
poem by John Celes
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The potter and the dancer
A potter made pots,
which are there after the potter has worked.
A dancer did dance,
which is not there after the dancer has worked.
God is a dancer,
Who dances from where things vibrate.
God isn't a potter
To create things and be away from it.
13.07.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A potter eats from a broken piece of his pots.
Equal Rights,2011
equal rights to live,
equal rights to love.
equal rights to believe,
to speak out, to stand up
and be counted.
equal rights to work,
equal rights to study.
equal rights to build.
equal rights to profess faith,
equal rights to pray.
equal rights to give...
equal rights to live,
equal rights to love!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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All fingers are not alike, If you cut bigger ones to make all equal it is communism, If you stretch smaller ones to make all equal it is socialism, If you do nothing to make all equal it is capitalism.
quote by B.J. Gupta
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It is not enough to render things equal to the will, that they are equal or alike in themselves.
quote by Anthony Collins
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If 1 And 2 Were Equal
If 1 and 2 were equal
we'd have as many hearts as fists
If 1 and 2 were equal
we'd have confused shopping lists
If 1 and 2 were equal
there'd be less phone numbers to dial
If 1 and 2 were equal
noon would surely last a while
If 1 and 2 were equal
there'd be a nose under each eye
If 1 and 2 were equal
you couldn't say no to 'you and I? '
If 1 and 2 were equal
I think I'd be much more happy
'cause if 1 and 2 were equal
I would not be so lonely
poem by John W. McEwers
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Two Alike
Two Alike
Two Entities
Pulsating alike—
Two hearts
Beating alike—
Two minds
Throbbing alike—
Two souls
Singing alike!
Has anyone seen
Such a like
In this world
Where nothing is alike?
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Against Amendment One!
equality...
should never be defined
by personal moral values.
equal means equal.
each person's values are different.
we are not qualified to judge!
every person...
has the right to love,
and to be loved.
has the right to happiness.
we cannot define love by fear,
cannot define justice by ignorance.
if we were all meant to be just alike,
we would be clones.
we are not!
the beauty of life
is in our diversity.
whether you are gay, straight,
or bi...(i hate labels) ,
you are human...
i wish for you love,
peace, respect, and happiness.
i vote against amendment one,
and for humanity!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Love Is Sweeping The Country
Why are people gay
All the night and day
Feeling as they never felt before
What is the thing
That makes them sing?
Rich man, poor man, thief
Doctor, lawyer, chief
Feel a feeling that they cant ignore
It plays a part in every heart
And every heart is shouting, encore
Love is sweeping the country,
Waves are hugging the shore,
All the sexes
From maine to texas
Have never known such love before!
See them billing and cooing
Like the birdies above
Each girl and boy alike
Sharing joy alike
Feels that passion ll
Soon be national!
Love is sweeping the country
There never was so much love
(bridge)
See them billing and cooing
Like the birdies above
Each girl and boy alike
Sharing joy alike
Feels that passion ll
Soon be national!
Love is sweeping the country
There never was so much love
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Equal
equal,
..equal,
...equal,
....equal,
.....equal,
......equal,
.......equal!
dont it sound good?
wouldnt it feel good?
think about it,
and then do something about it!
equal!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Prajapati or prajapita
Can potter ever slaughter?
His own work as creator
He is called father of mankind
And go on making shapes of different kind
He is also known as clay maker
Another name given for him as "prajapita"* or creator
As almighty creates entire human race
You may find with him pots of different shapes
Not all the pots survive
As not all the children live
In this world and meet the fate
Some may come early and some may come late
You will not find single person of same appearance
Even if found it will be one in million chance
You can never find identical nose and face
Where as there is limited scope to make it from base
How can we forget our own creator?
Who has given us everything as our real mentor?
If all his creations survive successfully
Then there won't be any place left to love peacefully
Many pots break during process
Many break while finding access
Yet some of them come out to find the world
Remind us of power that has been lying in his fold
Not only he is known for his creative work
But exclaimed for exemplary show pieces work
His hand moves without any measurement
To be precise and near to precision instrument
I love to praise his ability to shape
He has no thesis or roads on the map
It is purely human instinct to perfection
The art pieces speak of excellent action
* Prajapati or prajapita…. The father of human race
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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At Right Moment
'You have blown my mind' one of the reader commented
It was with reference to one of my poems posted
'Are there any more words for poet to say' she added
Now it was my turn to feel speechless as I was highly graded
It is nice to feel, when some one staying far, is commenting
Her feeling in simple but in effective way and presenting
I can understand about the state of mind when you are moved
There exists no double thought or opinion to be removed
'We are potter's clay' I humbly stated
We have found no other way
We sing in His praise and enjoy
That is how the life is to be spent with joy
We also know that not all pots survive
Potter makes all efforts to save them and revive
Yet he expresses helplessness at the end
Looks towards sky as if that blessing god has sent
How come poems emerge from tiny mind?
It has no place to store and convenient place to find
I have wondered many times but simply surrendered
It is nothing but a grace that has been showered
I shall relentlessly strive to present
At any place and in any form like crescent moon
It may not offer enough light but a rare glimpse
Still more to say that feeling of divine force
I would love to praise not only about him alone
But nature as well to have come to our aid as one
We fail to notice the merciful act from time to time
Yet they are sent regardless of what we err sometimes
I bow my head in silence and thank
To all those who have become my close friend
Not out of any personal bond or attachment
But due to simple words to have come at right moment
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Stranger In My Mirror
there's a stranger in my mirror, who don't know how to behave. he keeps grinnin
bout you and whistilin tunes, while he ought to be watchin, we move alike and
we loo the same but i swear we've got totally different brains and the love
we're in with you, just makes it clear, he used to be my win, now there's a
stranger in my mirror. and he doesn't want to go out drinkin with all of his
friends no more, he's got both of thinkin, you're what we;re livin for. we've
gone crazy and we can't recover. you're always on one mind or the other. i
admit we should be certified. he's a little schizophrenic and so am i, there's
a stranger in my mirror, who don't know how to be have, he keeps grinnin bout
you and whistlin tunes. while he ought to be watchin me shave, we move alike
and we loo the same but i swear we've got totally different brains and the love
we're in with you, just makes it clear, he used to be my win, now there's a
stranger in my mirror.
and he's always doin little things i never thought i'd do, like lookin at
diamond rings, drwin hearts and writin i love you's. thought it was just a case
of mild affection, until i cought a glimpse of my reflection. i looked up into
my own eyes. and saw someone startin back i didn't recognize.
there's a stranger in my mirror, who don't know how to behave. he keeps grinnin
bout you and whistilin tunes, while he ought to be watchin, we move alike and
we loo the same but i swear we've got totally different brains and the love
we're in with you, just makes it clear, he used to be my win, now there's a
stranger in my mirror. lord i'm in love with you and there's a stranger in my
mirror.
song performed by by Randy Travis
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You cook vegetable soup
You cook vegetable soup
and I look at you
while you cut green beans,
carrots, onions, celery, parsley
and tomatoes into two pots.
There are herbs, spices
and pepper that you are scattering
and two types of soup powder
that you throw in
and the pots steam and buzz
while I am washing the dishes
and the smell
makes me hungry
and I wonder
if the soup
are going to taste as good
as it smells.
We drink tee
and there’s medicine
that you give for flu
to me
and it’s great
to be with you
to read the look
in your beautiful eyes.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Love and hate, put aside
All are equal by birth;
All are equal by death.
Let them have equal rights.
Love and hate, put aside.
28.06.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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As Equal
In life there is rich and poor,
whether they live
in mud huts or in mansions.
It does not matter which,
they are human beings
after all is said and done.
The respect we show to one
we must show to the other.
We are all equal under God’s eyes,
the rich and poor alike.
There are no barriers across his eyes
to exclude one from another.
He sees them as equal
and we should do the same.
1 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Sonnet-God's Judgement's Perfect
'All men are equal in God's eyes', we say;
This only means God loves all souls alike;
The hierarchy is surely this world's way;
Mist, snow, ice, rain are water-forms, alike.
Our loving God will judge each soul per se;
The man born rich will have to answer more;
God's judgement will be perfect anyday;
On ones deserving, His blessings will pour.
Each one must do God's errands per His wish;
The one who does it best, He rewards well;
Heaven cannot belong to men selfish;
The evil ones, God will throw into Hell.
Yet, God is always ready to help all;
He will not sin –the man who heeds God's call.
poem by John Celes
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Be clay
Don’t be half-hearted about this –
be clay.
You know all about clay –
be clay.
Humble, submissive, reverent –
awaiting the Potter’s hands.
Enjoy that humility, that surrender –
feel already so near God.
Now the wheel begins to turn –
the Potter is here!
Feel His hands – the more you feel them,
the more you know the love in them.
Now you’re being shaped:
turned on the wheel like a dervish turns,
you’re becoming like that tall column of stillness,
rising from the centre of the whirling skirt;
still; in the memory of the Potter’s hands;
you recognise yourself who waited for you.
*
[leaning on the poems of Hafiz]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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