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Sonnet -Blessed are the Poor on Earth

Let discontented men, learn from the poor,
Who smile despite the anguish in their hearts;
Hard-working all their lives for bread, succor;
Yet, struggling always to improve their lots.

No job is mean but honesty matters;
The vagaries of life tease them so much;
And scarcely clothed, that too in such tatters;
They wait with patience for God's magic touch.

Yet, all the while, their faces wear big smiles;
Their hearts are moved by beggar's cries for alms;
Barefoot in Rain or Sun, they walk the miles;
Their hearts are soft but roughened are their palms.

The Gates of Heaven are open to them;
Their poverty becomes their diadem.

poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Blessed Are The Poor On Earth

Let discontented men, learn from the poor,
Who smile despite the anguish in their hearts;
Hard-working all their lives for bread, succor;
Yet, struggling always to improve their lots.

No job is mean but honesty matters;
The vagaries of life tease them so much;
And scarcely clothed, that too in such tatters,
They wait with patience for God's magic touch.

Yet, all the while, their faces wear big smiles;
Their hearts are moved by beggar's cries for alms;
Barefoot in Rain or Sun, they walk the miles;
Their hearts are soft but roughened are their palms.
The Gates of Heaven are open to them;
Their poverty becomes their diadem.
6-14-2002 by Dr John Celes

poem by John Celes
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The Next Great World War!

the next great world war
is already being fought...
within... within the hearts
of the poor of all nations,
struggling to survive,
for food and shelter.
in the hearts of the jobless,
the homeless, the sick.
in the hearts of prisoners,
of victims...
in the hearts of the takers,
the movers, the ones that make
the decisions, that hold
the key and the whip.
in the hearts of soldiers,
of politicians, of the innocents
killed by the bombing.
in the hearts of seekers,
of the lonely, the desperate.
in the hearts of the angry,
of the haters...
of priests, preachers, and moral guides.
in the hearts of the common,
in the hearts of the gifted,
in the hearts of the protesters,
and the cops that beat them.
in the hearts of all people everywhere,
crying out for change in spite of...
the war rages...
and who will stand
when the day is done?

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sonnet- The World Today(4)

Behold a beggar playing sad a tune!
By heart, on his own poor, old harmonium;
Though blind, he seems to be in God’s commune;
Alas! is this the new millennium?

Behold a lady working by hand-loom;
A widow poor, she has a female child!
Victim of consumption that spread to womb;
That turns all hearts of sympathy so wild.

Behold the handicapped who jobs the lathe!
With fore-limbs lost by accident, the smiles;
’Tis hard and dangerous; his sweat does bathe;
In dignity he lives and walks home miles.

And lo, the whole some man in car complains,
And curses all while driving drunk through lanes!

poem by John Celes
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Care For One Another..

Look at the hearts only,
Beating inside punctually,
as the stars majestically,
One above other vertically,
Hearts are beating vibrantly.
One above the other in high rise,
hearts toil with no surprise,
as the galaxies and constellations,
Hearts are beating horizontally,
Few hearts in big space,
Many hearts in small place,
as the diamonds twinkle in space,
Hearts are found in the ocean,
Hearts are there in the mountains,
Hearts are loitering in the jungles,
Hearts are beating in places,
as the planted gems above us,
Daring hearts are weak,
Weaker hearts are strong,
Most hearts are healthy,
Run and work in safety,
A few suffer and are sickly,
Clogged with fat and heavy,
Rich and poor man's hearts,
Educated and uneducated hearts,
Good and evil hearts,
Agnostic and spiritual hearts,
Healthy and sick hearts,
Beat everywhere to show,
That we care for one another,
and we love one another,
as we look at the stars,
the stars look at our hearts.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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I Wish If I Were

I wish if I had a magic stick
To become the Peace
To enter all the hearts
To stop all the fights.

To Light up the roads
To arouse the dead pities
To bring back all stolen rights

To become the Happiness
To take away all the saddnesses of the hearts
To make all people smile
To spread the kindness all over the world

To become the Hope
To fly over the world
To spread blessings For the hopless hearts

To become the Honesty
To ban all the iies
To enter every soul To make them learn
The value of the right

To become the Healthiness
To jump among the people
To cure every wound
To revive all the sufferings
All over the world

To become the Wisdom
To light the minds
To spread the light
And ban the dark.

To become the Love song
With every mention the word of love
To wipe away the tears
Of hungry and the poor kids
To make them smile

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Hearts Render

From birth tiny hearts all grow
As they mature they will know
What hearts are created for

Not by their sizes alone
Do mature hearts become known
Hearts need be judged by much more

Hearts can be carelessly torn
Readily become careworn
Life will lend each heart some pain

Yet such forlorn hearts will heal
Careworn hearts learn how to deal
Mended hearts strength thereby gain

Hearts become bruised and broken
By cruel words that are spoken
Rejections tear them apart

Once healed such hearts find power
Much greater love then will flower
Love rendered by a mended heart

poem by Mary Havran
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I believe in young hearts

I believe in young hearts,
That are new and free.
When love has it's start,
It's beautiful to see.

I believe in old hearts,
That down through the years.
Have endured together,
Through the smiles and tears.

I believe in all hearts,
Be they old or new.
I believe in all hearts,
I believe in you.

poem by Juan Olivarez
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Puppeteer Of Hearts

Just one look that’s all it took
for my heart was an open book
You opened up my heart like a map
moving this and shuffling that.
You set it up the way you wanted it to be
So you could move it around ever so easily.

You put a string on my heart, and controlled it
Like a puppeteer.
and moved it all around
Of that you had no fear.
You moved my heart from within
And made me dance to your every whim.

You have become a puppeteer of hearts
And with me you got your start.
You now walk around with a ball of string
And a smile upon your face
Breaking hearts in a steady pace.

But like everything, it must come to an end
You’ll soon get yours my puppeteer friend.

poem by Louis Rams
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Christ's Little Sister

Little Sister of the Poor,
Asking alms from door to door,
Ever on you go;
Clothed in the garb of meekness,
Finding strength in others' weakness,
Soothing others' woe.

Little Sister of the Poor,
Rich in patience to endure
Stern Redemption's load;
Cold and rain and parching heat
Hinder not heroic feet
On the Royal Road.

Little Sister of the Poor,
When your weary day is o'er
Rest there may not be;
For the aged, sick, and needy
Vigils claim and succor speedy,
Turning unto thee.

Little Sister of the Poor,
Narrow is the way but sure,
Heavenward leading on;
For the Master's word thou knowest,
'What unto the least thou doest
Unto me is done.'

poem by John Bannister Tabb
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White Feather

(fish / marillion)
When I hit the streets back in 81
Found a heart in the gutter and a poets crown
I felt barbed wire kisses and icicle tears
Where have I been for all these years?
I saw political intrigue, political lies
Gonna wipe those smiles of self-satisfaction from their eyes
I will wear your white feather I will carry your white flag
I will swear I have no nation but Im proud to own my heart
I will wear your white feather I will carry your white flag
I will swear I have no nation but Im proud to own my heart
My heart, this is my heart
We dont need no uniforms, we have no disguise
Divided we stand, together well rise
We will wear your white feather
All the children
We will carry your white flag
We will swear we have no nations
Beirut children
But were proud to own our hearts
Jeruzalem children
We will wear your white feather
Tokio children
We will carry your white flag
Moscow children
We will swear we have no nations
Washington children
But were proud to own our hearts
Munich children
These are our hearts
Chicago children
These are our hearts
Cairo children
You cant take away our hearts ...
You cant steal our hearts away
I cant walk away I cant walk away
No more, no more, no more, no more...

song performed by by Marillion
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To Mr James Scrymgeour, Dundee

Success to James Scrymgeour,
He's a very good man,
And to gainsay it,
There's few people can;

Because he makes the hearts
Of the poor o'erjoyed
By trying to find work for them
When they're unemployed.

And to their complaints
He has always an attentive ear,
And ever ready to help them
When unto him they draw near.

And no matter what your occupation is.
Or what is your creed.
He will try to help you
In the time of need;

Because he has the fear
Of God within his heart,
And the man that fears God
Always takes the poor's part.

And blessed is the man
That is kind to the poor;
For his reward in heaven,
'Tis said in the Scripture, is sure.

And I hope heaven will be
Mr James Sctymgeour's reward;
For his struggles on behalf of the poor
Are really vexatious and hard.

For he is to be seen daily
Walking along our streets,
With a Christian-looking countenance,
And a kind word to all he meets.

Besides, he is void of all pride,
And wouldn't feel ashamed
To be seen with a beggar
Or a tinker walking by his side.

Fellow-citizens of Dundee,
Isn't it really very nice
To think of James Scrymgeour trying
To rescue fallen creatures from the paths of vice?

And in the winter he tries to provide
Hot dinners for the poor children of Dundee,
Who are starving with hunger no doubt,
And in the most abject poverty.

He is a little deaf, no doubt,
But not deaf to the cries of hungry men,
No! he always tries to do his best
To procure bread for them.

And at the Sabbath-morning free-breakfasts
He is often seen there,
Administering to the wants of the hungry,
And joining in prayer.

He is a man of noble principles,
As far as 1 can think,
And the noblest principle he has got
Is, he abhors the demon drink.

And, in my opinion, he is right
As far as I can see,
And I hereby proclaim that such a man
Is an honour to Dundee:

Because he is always working
For the poor people's good.
Kind soul, trying hard
To procure for them clothing and food

Success to him and his family.
And may God them defend:
Why? fellow citizens of Dundee,
Because he is the poor man's friend.

poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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I know that a man who shows me his wealth is like the beggar who shows me his poverty; they are both looking for alms from me, the rich man for the alms of my envy, the poor man for the alms of my guilt.

quote by Ben Hecht
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Unbroken

(holly lamar, annie roboff)
How I ever lived and breathed before you loved me, I dont recall
If I walked around at all, it was in bits and pieces
Of a jagged heart
You kissed me and every piece went back in place, every pain got erased
You held me up to the light
No one ever left me out in the rain
Cold words still remain unspoken
And I never got lost, spent years in the dark
Youre here, now my hearts unbroken
When I see your smile fill my soul again
Im unbroken
If I doubted the power of love, baby now I understand
I thank God for every day I wake up to the soft touch
Of your magic hands
In this world sometimes the only thing thats real is the way you make me feel
Babe, the changes day and night
I swear its life
No one ever left me out in the rain
Cold words still remain unspoken
And I never got lost, spent years in the dark
Youre here, now my hearts unbroken
When I see your smile fill my soul again
Im unbroken
I still see the night, I fell into your eyes
And when we made love it felt like the first time
No one ever left me out in the rain
Cold words still remain unspoken
And I never got lost, spent years in the dark
Youre here, now my hearts unbroken
When I see your smile fill my soul again
Im unbroken
When I see your smile fill my soul again
Im unbroken
Im unbroken, oh yeah
Im unbroken
No one ever left me out in the rain
Cold words still remain unspoken
And I never got lost, spent years in the dark
Youre here, now my hearts unbroken
When I see your smile fill my soul again
Im unbroken

song performed by by Tim McGraw
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The Touch Of

The Touch of Your Kiss
A Touch of Your Hand
The touch of your Soft Hair
A Touch of Your Beautiful Eyes
The feel of your hair touching My Face
The Sweet smell of rain that touches Your Soul
A soft touch of a babies skin
Touch of our hearts since we met
The Touch of your smile
A Touch of your love is all I Really Need.

By Charles Kuehnle AkA xxwhitestallionx

poem by Charles Kuehnle
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Hearts Can

Hearts can be used
to hate or love.

Hearts can do kindness
for others in need.

Hearts can be giving,
Hearts can be greedy.

Hearts can be evil,
Hearts can be good.

Most of all is this,
if I lose you,

My heart will be broken.

(4-7-07)

poem by Jim Foulk
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A smile is a thousand words

How can one smile such sweet smiles,
When life brings me nothing but tears,
Smile is a sing of care
I smile when I am sad

I need a smile to glitter my wolrd,
Smile is a magic, brings hearts together
Every smile has a rhyme
A smile is a thousand words

Smile when you see no reason for living
Smile for the good things in life
It makes your moment precious
Smile is the essence of life.

poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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The Gates to Heaven

The gates to heaven
is wide open...
For me to walk
through it.

The gates are
made out of gold...
I can’t wait until
I walk through...
The gates of heaven.

Oh how much I
want to see
God...
But the gates: are
the gates to Heaven..

poem by Lisa Parks
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Factory

Early in the morning factory whistle blows,
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes,
Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light,
Its the working, the working, just the working life.
Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain,
I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain,
Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life,
The working, the working, just the working life.
End of the day, factory whistle cries,
Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes.
And you just better believe, boy, somebodys gonna get hurt tonight,
Its the working, the working, just the working life.

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Puppylove

The blossom of your cheek,
the sun rays on your lap
a soft first shoulder tap
a heart that dears to speak.

A first whisper in your ear
a sight, soft water strikes,
a competition riding bikes,
the indecision what to wear.

Too young for hearts to say,
to proud to open up
that shiny buttercup
which blossoms -for a day-.

We keep our hearts at play
for finding what we need
in a bewildering speed,
heavens at our doorway.

And then that first tear,
a scratch on the skin,
an uncertain itching,
the painful break for fear.

Insecurity breaks through,
hearts beating faster
in for disaster
a little bit of blue....and
mama's arms around you.

Madrason 28-08-2012

poem by Madrason writer
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Magic Is In You

Magic is in your skin I want to be in
Magic is in your eyes for you the perfect size
Magic is in everything you wear down you your underwear’s
Magic is in your touch I want you so much
Magic is in your voice that makes me loose all choice
Magic is in your look for you have me open like a book

Magic is in your lips right down to you hips
Magic is in your kiss that I do miss
Magic is in the air when you are there
Magic is in your hair for you do care
Magic is in your being for you are worth seeing
Magic is in your nose right down to your toes

Magic is in your quirkiness for you are happiness
Magic is in your walk and the way you talk
Magic is in your style and that beautiful profile
Magic is in your laughter for I’ll stay ever after
Magic is in your cheek for you make me weak
Magic is in your arms that hold me tight makes me feel all right

Magic is in your face so sweet you’re good enough to eat
Magic is in your smile for you I’d walk more than a mile
Magic is in your arms to hold that chases away the cold
Magic is in your kindness for you have taken away my sadness
Magic is in your romance for you have given me a second chance
Magic is in your bosom felt I melt

Magic is in everything you say that makes my day
Magic is in everything and everywhere because you are there
Magic is in everything for the joy you bring
Magic is in everything come what may for in your life I’ll stay
Magic is in everything for sure for you are the one I adore
Magic is in everything you do for I love you

poem by Wilfred Mellers
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