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Sonnet: God’s our strength and refuge!

Now that I find myself in troubles wedged,
Not many souls help me to tide over;
The charges showered are untrue, alleged;
To Thee O God, I run to take cover.

All human help is wasteful and in vain;
My human strength could fail when I need most;
The ones I helped, never help me but feign;
Injustice looms over me like a ghost!

What have I done to deserve such treatment?
Will God not tilt the balance to help me?
Who will help me in this predicament?
My faith in God is stronger really!

And spring will come after every winter!
My typewriter is like a teleprinter!

poem by John Celes
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Thus far

I took treatment;
The body-ache was gone; with it the winter too.
I took treatment;
The allergy was gone; with it the spring too.
I took treatment;
The acnes were gone; with it the summer too.
I took treatment;
The gastric was gone; with it the autumn too.

Sometimes I got fortunes.
Sometimes I was spared.
Sometimes I was rescued.
Sometimes I got miseries reduced.
I ascribed all to my God I believe.

With time I have grown thus far.
With faith I have stood thus far.
15.04.2007I

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Who Says 'My Faith is Best

Who says ‘My Faith Is Best'?
They don't recognize what that faith is
They don't feel what is 'Soul of Faith'...
They are illiterate in all faiths...
As there is no faith which is best!

There are faiths who respect every race as humans,
Respect even those who are faithless!
Faith is having real faith in mankind
As it never intends harming any one.

People don't curse others because they aren't like thems,
Helping humans in every case.
There are faiths that say that females are half human
Although they are born from mothers like men!

So they are born from half,
Thus they are half of the half.
How can you believe in those humans
And call them a faithful race?

They cover their women in very ugly ways
So they can't see even their god's sunrays.
It's as if they rose from graves
To teach others they have special faiths.
They want everyone to cover like thems.

Faiths are faiths—
Understand...faith in your own talented way.
Don't repeat what others echolalialy say;
Believe in yourself and create your own faith.
Your faith must be based on harming no one else
As everyone will one day be no more than vestige,

And find happiness by what you created and helped.
That is to say, you're a creator,
Proud to create your own faith;
That is from your own cardiac and brain cells
Stay and believe!

Winter 2008

poem by Sylva Portoian
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Only Human

Its only human to despise the weak
Its only human to despise yourself when youre weak
I dont know why
But thats the way that its always been
And I play by the rules I dont understand at all
Its only human to be lazy and vain
Its only human to expect a world thats just as vain
I dont know why
I want to believe that its not that way
But Im johnny come lately, its not my place to say
Theres no escape, tell me why do they try so hard?
And I pretend that Im invincible, that I can go it all alone
But Im only human, trying to get by
And praying to heaven I might find out why am I human
Mere flesh and blood
Afraid to go on without someone to hold me up
Its just a human thing to fear the unknown
But isnt it a tragic thing to live and die alone
Oh lord look at the world,
Have you ever seen so much misery?
Like a ghost ship of fools, lost and floating out to sea
And they climb and they fall
Yet they struggle on the same fault
But theyre only human, trying to get by
And praying to heaven they might find out
Why are we human
Mere flesh and blood
Were afraid to go on without someone to hold us up

song performed by by Utopia
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Sometimes I think all my pictures are just pictures of me. My concern is... the human predicament; only what I consider the human predicament may simply be my own.

quote by Richard Avedon
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New Way To Be Human

Every day it's the same thing
Another trend has begun
Hey kids, this might be the one
It's a race to be noticed
And it's leaving us numb
Hey kids, we can't be the ones
With all of our fashion, we're still incomplete
The God of redemption can break our routine
There's a new way to be human
It's nothing we've ever been
There's a new way to be human, new way to be human
And where is our inspiration
When all the heroes are gone
Hey kids, could we be the ones?
Cuz nobody's famous, and nobody's fine
We all need forgiveness, we're longing inside
There's a new way to be human
It's nothing we've ever been
There's a new way to be human
Spreading under my skin
There's a new way to be human
Where divinity bends
It's a new way to be human, new way to be human
I'll find your love across my impossible space
You've created me, take me out of me into
A new way to be human, to a new way to be human
You're a new way to be human
Where my humanity bends
To a new way to be human
Redemption begins
You're a new way to be human
You're a new way to be human
You're the only way to be human
You're a new way to be human

song performed by by Switchfoot
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The Guardians Of Mankind

For no one to see for no one to hear
They fight for our souls without any fear
When injustice done they open their gates
To maintain balance between good and bad

And as the winds of freedom blow they vanish into haze
The mighty shadow turns away and wisdom conquers hate

The guardians of Mankind
Are losin' their faith
'Cause malice and falseness
Spread over the human race
If guardians of mankind
Won't shelter our souls
The rulers of darkness
Will soon gain control

Don't try to deceive them don't try to play false
'Cause losing their favour will be the end of shelter

And as the winds of freedom blow they vanish into haze
The mighty shadow turns away and wisdom conquers hate
The guardians of Mankind
Are losin' their faith
'Cause malice and falseness
Spread over the human race
If guardians of mankind
Won't shelter our souls
The rulers of darkness
Will soon gain control

And as the winds of freedom blow they vanish into haze
The mighty shadow turns away and wisdom conquers hate

The guardians of Mankind
Are losin' their faith
'Cause malice and falseness
Spread over the human race

Guardians of Mankind
Are losin' their faith
'Cause malice and falseness
Spread over the human race
If guardians of mankind
Won't shelter our souls
The rulers of darkness
Will soon gain control

song performed by by Gamma Ray
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Tempting Is The Devil's Fruit

Tempting is the devil's fruit,
Our faith does he assail.
If our own strength were all we had,
Then we should surely fail.

It calls out to our very souls,
Enticing us to sin.
Alluring smells from far-off lands,
Draw us from where we've been.

The Word of God the devil's fruit,
Tried in vain to replace.
But we have all the strength we need,
In our good Lord's sweet grace

poem by Aidan Clevinger
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The Hand of God

The Hand of God is Almighty Himself!
No pride of human hearts can match its pow’r;
No human faculty can challenge Him;
No human thought can decipher God’s ways.

Just fools alone may try to question God;
The righteous wise find shelter in His Word;
No earthly treasures have value in heaven;
Money is invalid in divine vaults.

God stands by righteous souls in all travail;
Defeat is something untrue in their lives;
The devils’ overtures can’t dupe these minds;
Success smiles surely in all things they do.

Lo, Hell awaits all evil human hearts;
None can escape punishment of God just;
Repentance may win favor with the Lord;
The penitent can enter God’s Abode.

poem by John Celes
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Religion

I AM no priest of crooks nor creeds,
For human wants and human needs
Are more to me than prophets' deeds;
And human tears and human cares
Affect me more than human prayers.
Go, cease your wail, lugubrious saint!
You fret high Heaven with your plaint.
Is this the 'Christian's joy' you paint?
Is this the Christian's boasted bliss?
Avails your faith no more than this?
Take up your arms, come out with me,
Let Heav'n alone; humanity
Needs more and Heaven less from thee.
With pity for mankind look 'round;
Help them to rise — and Heaven is found.

poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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For being foolish

I am smiling at you for being foolish
Life has just started and not yet finished
You have been showered with all the blessings
Nothing is taken off or left with missing

I am creator of universe and still helpless
You have picked nothing good and have made mess
I wanted to see you all with smiling faces
But you all have forgotten it in mad race

I love you as kind human being
I have not clipped your wings
You are free to act as noble and honest
Who stops you from performing best?

I feel pain at your rude behavior
You have forgotten your creator
You do not believe in existence of your savior
You live in fool’s paradise and act as warrior

You can be brought down on earth
You can be compelled to embrace death
You can be made nobody at any time
You are committing unpardonable crimes

I still forgive you for being indifferent
Your folly is seen and is very apparent
You act as if you are totally different
One day you may have to feel sorry and repent

You will not find favorable wind
You will be denied access and kindness
You will be pain in same coin as you sow
You will be given raw treatment if you don’t vow

You are given all the freedom to act
In human life you should know all the facts
Act wise and have faith in goodly things
You may then deserve good for something

I keep on smiling on helpless situation
I have given you strength for its evaluation
Why I keep on be on their side with blessings?
So they should loose the trail of tracing

I want you all to confine within limits
The refuge on earth is temporary with no permanent seat
No one should remain under wrong illusion
There should not be even slight confusion
You are building castles and palaces
They won’t be left with any traces
They will disappear as pack of cards
So think of good life and be on watch or guard

I love to be on your side from time to time
It becomes difficult for me to rescue you sometimes
Nevertheless you have all the amnesty for some error
Only you need to see self in the mirror

You lead a life that is expected from you
It does not belong to you and it’s very true
You may stay here for a while and go away
Try to see reason through and have peaceful way

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Immanuel

It takes a thousand years to wake
But wake we must for heavens sake

To swim against the tide
Of mortal human thought

In Thee oh God we shall abide
And find the Truth we've sought

To live above the constant woes
Of worldly matters here

And to our waiting hearts revealed
There's nothing left to fear

Immanuel or God With Us
Our God was always near

Just beyond this temporal dream
Rejoicing we shall find

Immanuel or God With Us
The Hope for human kind

poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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The Wind-Flower

Thou lookest up with meek confiding eye
Upon the clouded smile of April's face,
Unharmed though Winter stands uncertain by
Eyeing with jealous glance each opening grace
Thou trustest wisely! in thy faith arrayed
More glorious thou than Israel's wisest King;
Such faith was his whom men to death betrayed
As thine who hear'st the timid voice of Spring,
While other flowers still hide them from her call
Along the river's brink and meadow bare.
Thee will I seek beside the stony wall,
And in thy trust with childlike heart would share,
O'erjoyed that in thy early leaves I find
A lesson taught by him who loved all human kind.

poem by Jones Very
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Drought and famine..

The drought here is intolerable,
Find no water in few weeks,
The desert is cooler at night,
Moving reptiles water slight,
Power suit human talk climate,
Change and the glacier afloat,
Hearing that feel thirstier,
tipping of cigarette buds, hotter,
Throwing the cover of sweets,
Arrival of tiny pests, uninvited,
Drought in the middle of the mall,
In the middle of the town and hall,
Where the Chinese pots are kept,
All in a row in soil are the plants,
Silent roots dig no more for water,
Drought is declared in the pots,
Where human find no time,
To water these pitiful shrubs,
Where human fail to see the living,
Waiting for water with hope,
Where human throw the empty bottles,
Those collect the trash keep the pots clean.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Song

Now the Spring is waking,
Very shy as yet,
Busy mending, making
Grass and violet.
Frowsy Winter's over:
See the budding lane!
Go and meet your lover:
Spring is here again!

Every day is longer
Than the day before;
Lambs are whiter, stronger,
Birds sing more and more;
Woods are less than shady,
Griefs are more than vain -
Go and kiss your lady:
Spring is here again!

poem by Edith Nesbit
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All I Ask Of Thee (A Pact With God)

A fate worse than death-that's what this has been to me;
When, I wonder, will I begin to see
The fruits of both my faith and its persistence? !
Ironically, tragedy taught me strength-its insistence
That only those who possess it shall prevail;
When I have needed same, it has been there, without fail-
Trust me, I have needed much, to be drawn,
Just to get to the next day, when I thought all hope was gone.
'That which does not kill you, makes you stronger'-
Indeed, yet, how very much longer
May I depend upon my strength and fortitude! ?
When will faith and a positive attitude
Be enough to overcome nepotism and deceit-
Enough to bring about iniquity's inglorious defeat! ?

Was my death a means to foreshadow, or a new beginning-
Was this a means to mark the day, when I start winning?
The reason is not very clear to me,
It's a enigmatice miracle that I am still here, to be
A voice for those unable to speak, -
Strength, for those who may be too meak!
Whatever the purpose for which I was spared,
I may never know-only that You cared
Enough about me, to allow me this higher purpose;
Now, I must prove that I deserve this
Empyrean proffer, of a life, wholly-renewed;
It all starts with my positive attitude,
Coupled with knowledge of my life's importance,
As well as my righteousness and its adamance;
God's purpose for me, I slowly learn;
Deservedness of this new-life gift, I slowly earn.
'Heavenly Father, I am ever-obliged and humbled
For the second chance You have given-though I have stumbled.
Only You know I deserve this second chance, most rare-
My recompense to You for same-my soul, lain bare,
The truth of my heart, and the devotion of my mind-
All duteous, in pursuit of that for which You left me behind;
All I ask of Thee is that You continue to love, protect, and guide me,
Remain where You have always been my whole life-beside me! '

-Maurice Harris,13 March 2011

poem by Maurice Harris
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Licia Sonnets 33

I wrote my sighs, and sent them to my love;
I praised that fair that none enough could praise;
But plaints nor praises could fair Licia move;
Above my reach she did her virtues raise,
And thus replied: "False Scrawl, untrue thou art,
To feign those sighs that nowhere can be found;
For half those praises came not from his heart
Whose faith and love as yet was never found.
Thy master's life, false Scrawl shall be thy doom;
Because he burns, I judge thee to the flame;
Both your attempts deserve no better room."
Thus at her word we ashes both became.
Believe me, fair, and let my paper live;
Or be not fair, and so me freedom give.

poem by Giles Fletcher The Elder
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Ode, Written On The Opening Of The Last Campaign

Spring! thy impatient bloom restrain,
Nor wake so soon thy genial pow'r,
For, deeds of death must hail thy reign,
And clouds of fate around thee low'r.
Alas! not all thy store of charms
For patriot hearts can comfort find,
Or lull to peace the dread alarms
Which rack the friends of human kind.
In vain thy balmy breath to me
Scents with its sweets the ev'ning gale;
In vain the violet's charms I see,
Or fondly mark thy primrose pale.
To me thy softest zephyrs breathe,
Of sorrow's soul-distracting tone,
To me thy most attractive wreath
Seems ting'd with human blood alone.
Arrest thy steps, thou source of love,
Thou genial friend of joy and life
Let not thy smile propitious prove
To works of carnage, scenes of strife.
Bid Winter all his frowns recall,
And back his icy footsteps trace;
Again the soil in frost inthrall,
And check the War-fiend's murd'rous chace.
Ah, fruitless pray'r! thy hand divine
MUST on the teeming season lead,
And (contrast dire!) at War's red shrine
Must bid unnumber'd victims bleed.
But not in vain—if on this hour
The fate of Freedom shall depend—
If o'er this earth th' Eternal Pow'r
The scale of Justice now extend.
For then, O Spring, thy sun shall see
The patriot flame triumphant shine;
GALLIA shall bid the world be free,
And WAR his blood-stain'd throne resign!

poem by Amelia Opie
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Impossible!

it is impossible to believe in compassion,
and to just stand by watching injustice upon
injustice being heaped on the backs of the poor!

it is impossible to be spiritual without being
human enough to feel the hunger of the hungry!
impossible to believe in love without being angered

when you see countless people being thrown
away and cast to the side like human trash!
it is impossible to remain silent when you can

hear the thundering tears of the children!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: The Prelude

Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
Believing where we cannot prove;
Thine are these orbs of light and shade;
Thou madest Life in man and brute;
Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot
Is on the skull which thou hast made.
Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:
Thou madest man, he knows not why,
He thinks he was not made to die;
And thou hast made him: thou art just.

Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, thou.
Our wills are ours, we know not how,
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.

Our little systems have their day;
They have their day and cease to be:
They are but broken lights of thee,
And thou, O Lord, art more than they.

We have but faith: we cannot know;
For knowledge is of things we see;
And yet we trust it comes from thee,
A beam in darkness: let it grow.

Let knowledge grow from more to more,
But more of reverence in us dwell;
That mind and soul, according well,
May make one music as before,

But vaster. We are fools and slight;
We mock thee when we do not fear:
But help thy foolish ones to bear;
Help thy vain worlds to bear thy light.

Forgive what seem'd my sin in me,
What seem'd my worth since I began;
For merit lives from man to man,
And not from man, O Lord, to thee.

Forgive my grief for one removed,
Thy creature, whom I found so fair.
I trust he lives in thee, and there
I find him worthier to be loved.

Forgive these wild and wandering cries,
Confusions of a wasted youth;
Forgive them where they fail in truth,
And in thy wisdom make me wise.

poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: Preface