Sonnet: I Search'd For God
I search'd for God in things of earthly mould;
I tried my best to search for Him ev'rywhere;
I sought him but found Him not; years had ro1l'd,
My heart told me, he must be somewhere near.
All life, I pray'd to Him in right earnest;
I called to Him to appear just but once!
I tried to seek Him ev'n when I did rest;
Where was He, the Almighty who weigh'd tonnes?
At last, I found Him in a child at play,
And on the road-side in a beggar's face;
He was the Good Samaritan en way,
I saw Him ’midst the blind persons in race.
If God is Truth, He dwells amongst the poor,
And in the hearts and minds kept pure for sure.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet- I Search'd For God
I search'd for God in things of earthly mould;
I tried my best to search for Him ev'rywhere;
I sought him but found Him not; years had ro1l'd,
My heart told me, he must be somewhere near.
All life, I pray'd to Him in right earnest;
I called to Him to appear just but once!
I tried to seek Him ev'n when I did rest;
Where was He, the Almighty who weigh'd tonnes?
At last, I found Him in a child at play,
And on the road-side in a beggar's face;
He was the Good Samaritan en way,
I saw Him ’midst the blind persons in race.
If God is Truth, He dwells amongst the poor,
And in the hearts and minds kept pure for sure.
poem by John Celes
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No to isolation
It is neither secret place
Nor solitary in any case
Don't run away with fear
Pain and agony is meant to bear
See another side of human being
The beautiful heart can be found with king
Poor and rich all long for its company
You should search and go for it like many
Ni peace may be had from isolation
Even god may not grant that indication
As love and hate can be reflected on face
It is best to leave and spend time with human race
In human sound you may find hymns
Honest urge for almighty with concerns
They are also troubled souls and search for peace
Come back to the poorest of poor and live at ease
Death has spared no one
So don't be afraid of any one
It may find you even in isolation
It will then cause you great indignation
Severe not that has been considered sacred
You are only briefed wrong and mislead
No one has found almighty in thick forest
Even if some of the time has been spent as best
People may not allow you to be restless
As they too know what can be reality on face
World is too considerate if some one is in dire need
Not all are after hatred but few are still good indeed
So love to live among and spend time
It is possible you may have good time
You may find the bright sun shine with divine message
That is all we need in our entire age
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sonnet: God is Within
I search’d for God ’midst flowers, leaves, things green!
In every living thing that I could see;
I looked for Him in everything with sheen;
I saw His art but God I couldn’t truly.
I search’d for God in every moving beast,
In animalcules, Mammoths seen no more;
’Midst mountains, rivers, vales, seas, west and east;
I found His touch but could not see his core.
I search’d for Him in Space, amidst the stars;
Sun, moon and galaxies, all things afar;
And people had in His name fought great wars;
I failed to see God by spaceship to Mars!
In frustration, I look’d within my heart,
And Lo! I found Him laugh, amidst his art.
poem by John Celes
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I Search
I search for that something called an Identity
I search for the eternally dynamic being called 'me'
I search for that ever-elusive ray of Hope
That'll steady my walk on life's tightrope
I search for that stroke of Brilliance
That'll make me stand out among millions
I search for that much-needed Common Sense
That'll help me to decipher utter nonsense
I search for that slippery thing called Fame
That'll erase all my past memories of shame
I search for that quality called Tenacity
That'll help me cope with life's complexity
I search for that something called a Carefree Life
That'll remove me from worries and Danger's knife
I search for something called an Identity
And I still search for that being called 'me'
poem by Rony Patra
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The Lords Words
my words have been written for you to read
in my apostles i've planted the seeds..
read all the words they have to say
don't let anything make you sway.
for tommorrow may be your ' judgement day'.
i was sent to the world by my father
but! not to make man's life any harder.
so that the world could confide in me
and their souls i could set free.
centuries from now this world will be a mess
and your beliefs will then be put to the test.
search your hearts and search your minds
for my words will last untill the end of time.
in the bible my life and words will be found
you just have to turn and look around.
people are turning to me every day
and on their knees they begin to pray.
so when you go to chuch to pray
there should be much for you to say.
pray for peace in this world
and to help the sick and poor
pray for health and jobs
.and then pray for more.
all of this you could ask of me
and of this i shall set you free.
poem by Louis Rams
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Sonnet: God Decides Our Earthly-life
I sought a dollar, got a penny just;
I sought a penny, found dollar instead;
I sought a lover, got a load of lust;
I sought but lust yet, got a soul to wed.
The things we seek, don't happen in our time;
The things we search are found neither our way;
The things we see, we cannot always mime;
The things we want, we get some other day.
Man's labour long and plans evade fruition;
God's blessings come just like a waterfall;
The ways of God defies any diction;
He cares for all creatures mighty and small.
Our patience gives us success or defeat,
A man who's blest can walk life-time bare-feet.
poem by John Celes
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God smiles on everybody
God smiles on everybody whether you read scriptures or not
These are arguments of yesteryears and need not be fought
Whatever appeals your heart and mind becomes religion
Choose whomever you like and stay as companion
These are all true things to learn and observe
It will be really nice to stay at disposal and serve
No matter what ideology you share or believe
Must live in heart with love and try honestly to live
If you have good heart and kindness at heart then you will smile
The whole of area around you may bear the same for a while
Nothing will affect your daily routine as you are close to him
He will take care of everything even if some of the chances are thin
I read your message on Poor’s face
Toiling very hard without being in any race
I saw sarisfaction, gratitude and complete faith
I forgot almighty or God and remained with him
I saw God every where around
His music was prevalent in every object and found
The air was responding with all rhythms and music
There was beauty and only natural beauty as magic
You need not search peace ion any temple or church
It will prove illusory and result into futile search
You need not be told about omni presence or to be preached
You can directly have link or easily reached
Love does not mean physical attachment with beauty
You can have it as part of life and become naughty
But still at large it is affection and love to fellow men
If this is to be taken as any indication then it is good omen
Love spreads love and emanates same in vicinity
This is called humble submission with good quality
Where hate can be countered with love and affection?
What else do we contemplate or want as action?
Merely visiting a holy place is no answer
This might have been understood by fewer
Still it holds the views and ground very well
No one may be in position to offer different tale
It is not bad to hold orthodox views with reasons
It cling us to be near to Him as devotee or religious person
Still if you held broad views about him and surrender
It may work as miracle and pure wonder
See smile and love on each face
God may be compelled to resurface
This is rare probability in case
But we may through very good phase
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Already Gone
A warm day
Sometime in May
As the sun begins to rise
The heart of a girl suddenly dies
A small ring was found
Right beside her on the ground
The two were around her neck
Were found out on the deck
Her body lays beside the bay
Her baby later in the day
His shadow passes the soul he takes
They rest in the center of the shallow lake
The day is coming to an end
The sun rises on the other side
For a father the search is on
At the end a mother tells the father to search no longer
She says i have some heartbreaking news
She crys and says John they're already gone
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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Two Sides To Every Story
There are two sides to every story
Not just the side of them or theirs,
So never judge or hold a grudge
And when you listen, please listen with care.
Listen to one side and then always the other
Not just one side and then walk away
If you pick that route, sad you'll turn out
And never will you ever feel or be the same.
You will hate yourself as truth be told
If you listen to only one side of the story
You'll live in disgrace, when you see your face
And never will you fill satisfaction or joy.
As time will come, and of course time will tell
Someday the truth it will all come out
And when it you do hear, will you shed a tear
As you found out you took the wrong route.
There is two sides to every story
Not just the side that you want to hear
And not from their soul, that you do not know
And not from someone who will cry you a tear.
When you listen, please listen well
No matter if they be friend or foe
Look into their eyes, then you might realize
And then the truth might just be known.
To condemn someone is such a terrible act
Which you must live with the rest of your life
You will live in shame, for someone you falsely blamed
And always you will question yourself why.
A pretty face or a sad sad story
Guilt either begins or ends with that line
As a pretty face, it can mask lies or hate
Then the truth through deception is left behind.
There are two sides to every story
I must preach that statement once again
Listen to both sides, then the judgment you can decide
And happy you will be in the end
As you cannot judge a book by it's cover
No matter what you might hear or what might be said
As so many will lie, so that to get pity on their side
While untruth and deception they will had led.
A saddened face is just a saddened story
There is more to the truth to one persons story
Don't falsely judge, if so even GOD will hold a grudge
Then far away you will be from his glory.
When you listen to a story listen with your soul
Never be afraid to ask a question or even ask why
And always seek the truth, as you would seek out good fruit
And remember to every story there is always another side.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Theory Of Truth
(Reference to The Women at Point Sur)
I stand near Soberanes Creek, on the knoll over the sea, west of
the road. I remember
This is the very place where Arthur Barclay, a priest in revolt,
proposed three questions to himself:
First, is there a God and of what nature? Second, whether there's
anything after we die but worm's meat?
Third, how should men live? Large time-worn questions no
doubt; yet he touched his answers, they are not unattainable;
But presently lost them again in the glimmer of insanity.
How
many minds have worn these questions; old coins
Rubbed faceless, dateless. The most have despaired and accepted
doctrine; the greatest have achieved answers, but always
With aching strands of insanity in them.
I think of Lao-tze; and the dear beauty of the Jew whom they
crucified but he lived, he was greater than Rome;
And godless Buddha under the boh-tree, straining through his
mind the delusions and miseries of human life.
Why does insanity always twist the great answers?
Because only
tormented persons want truth.
Man is an animal like other animals, wants food and success and
women, not truth. Only if the mind
Tortured by some interior tension has despaired of happiness:
then it hates its life-cage and seeks further,
And finds, if it is powerful enough. But instantly the private
agony that made the search
Muddles the finding.
Here was a man who envied the chiefs of
the provinces of China their power and pride,
And envied Confucius his fame for wisdom. Tortured by hardly
conscious envy he hunted the truth of things,
Caught it, and stained it through with his private impurity. He
praised inaction, silence, vacancy: why?
Because the princes and officers were full of business, and wise
Confucius of words.
Here was a man who was born a bastard, and among the people
That more than any in the world valued race-purity, chastity, the
prophetic splendors of the race of David.
Oh intolerable wound, dimly perceived. Too loving to curse his
mother, desert-driven, devil-haunted,
The beautiful young poet found truth in the desert, but found also
Fantastic solution of hopeless anguish. The carpenter was not his
father? Because God was his father,
Not a man sinning, but the pure holiness and power of God.
His personal anguish and insane solution
Have stained an age; nearly two thousand years are one vast poem
drunk with the wine of his blood.
And here was another Saviour, a prince in India,
A man who loved and pitied with such intense comprehension of
pain that he was willing to annihilate
Nature and the earth and stars, life and mankind, to annul the
suffering. He also sought and found truth,
And mixed it with his private impurity, the pity, the denials.
Then
search for truth is foredoomed and frustrate?
Only stained fragments?
Until the mind has turned its love from
itself and man, from parts to the whole.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Happiness?
There are not many things we crave,
Right from the cradle,
To the grave,
In search of truth from lies,
From lies to the truth,
We search for one thing we’re looking for
Some have it all,
But some have it less,
What we all need is happiness,
It’s not easy to be found,
It’s not easily to define it
Happiness just can’t be bought,
It’s more precious than any gold,
Because happiness just can’t be taught,
No matter how hard we try,
With every up – must be a down,
Just enjoy happiness through the years,
Right down to the tears and joy of happiness
8/01/09
poem by Paul Prescott
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Who You Truly Are
You search all day and night
To found
Who you truly are
You feel like you lost
And all lonely in this world
Where noone can help
Just look deep in your heart
And you found who you are
Don't get angry if you can't do it
You should believe in yourself
Because there people believe in you too
If one thing don't work out
Try another until you find what
You really good at
It can take days or it can take forever
Until you found
Who you truly are
You make mistakes
Fixed it, keep trying
It will work at end
Some of us might not found
Who we truly are yet
It's ok
Don't sweat it
Good luck
My wish for you is
To found
Who you truly are
poem by Christina Phan
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Country Roads ~ The New Chum Road
A new chum went, to ease his care,
A-many years ago,
To loiter round Toolangi where
The stately blue gums grow.
No bushcraft had he for his quest,
No friend to be his guide,
But sought the grade that served him best,
From Yarra's plain to mountain crest,
And crossed the Great Divide.
And round and round the hills he wound
No lilting tramp song sang he
First East, then North, then West-ward bound.
An easy grade at last he found
That led him to Toolangi.
And tho' they vowed his trail a freak,
The men that followed after
No straighter, easier path might seek,
Yet named the brook the New Chum Creek,
With rough, good-humored laughter.
They followed on his trail for years
With many a stout bush load:
Till came at last wise engineers
To build a goodly road.
With plan and scale and instrument
They sought the mountain side
To find the way the new chum went,
The best, as clearly evident,
To cross the Great Divide,
So round and round that hilly around
The pleasant track goes weaving.
Who seek its hillsides, blossom bound,
By many a gum and fern-tree crowned
Will find small cause for grieving.
The New Chum Road 'tis called today;
And they who travel round it,
And drive along that verdant way,
Will find it in their hearts to say:
'Good luck to him that found it.'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Seek The Lord
Friend, if you seek to understand, you will know The Son of Man.
If you search with all your heart, Christ will guide you at the start.
Christ will give you eyes to see, that shall help your heart believe.
You will see Him throughout the day, as He leads you all the way.
The Lord is on the written page, and is read by men of every age.
He is the Living Word of God, and He will guide you with His rod.
Friend, if you seek The Lord above, He will fill you with His Love.
With His love He gives a peace, along the way that will not cease.
And in The Lord you can depend, He wants to be to you, a friend.
If you seek to find Him friend, He shall lead you to a glorious end.
On the cross He did His part, to change your mind and your heart.
Friend, now the rest is up to you, for Jesus did what He had to do.
Seek Christ in the written Word, to confirm what you have heard.
Friend, if you truly seek The Lord, your effort shall not be ignored.
For your eyes will be opened to, everything God has done for you.
The Lord’s promises you will see, are good through all of Eternity.
Seek Him while He can be found, and you will be on solid ground.
Seeking will lead you to believe, then Jesus Christ you will receive.
And your search for The Lord, will reap for you an Eternal Reward.
For all who do seek Jesus Christ, receive through faith Eternal Life.
The Search Will Never Stop
In the search of the truth their is always more question then answers.
You must use both your heart and head and find your truth.
For in what you see will not be the same as me.
Even as you find one their will be another question in its place to remain.
It is enough to drive one insane.
But in this pursuit you find the unexpected, and rejected.
In this pursuit you will find both sadness and happiness.
And with everything that is found their will be another possibility out their.
Which lead you to a forever continuation of your search.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Addressing a Reality
What is that you are seeking?
'Seeking?
I'm not in a search to seek anything.
Not anymore.
When I sought my life to live,
With an acknowledgement...
I did too much of that for others,
I found what I needed.
What you observe me doing,
Is a living of my life.
And it took me a while to identify it,
As 'my' life to live.
And it may seem to you I am seeking,
Because of an excitement you see me express.
Seeking?
No.
I am addressing a reality I have found.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nude Beach Ahead
Whirlwind lifting shapeless seas
Frosted
Crashing
In hot breeze
Search about
A sight be found
Bare, raw flesh
Nudity
Sandpiper shifting shells for food
Millions
Billions
On top it stood
Search about
A bug be found
Bare, bug flesh
And good
Nude, beach combing, swinging free
Jesus
Please
I looked back to see
Search about
Virgin eyes look down
Bare, raw flesh
Nudity
Escape behind eyelids blushing red
Seconds
Minutes
Hurry by all these
Search about
Can isolation be found
No, just a sigh
Nude Beach Ahead!
poem by Barbara Attaway
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Yes I Believe
The spirit of Christmas is the spirit of love
Still there when the innocence has gone
But we have each other we laugh and we cry
The cares of the world still carry on
Yes I believe in a better world
And like the rest of us I pray
For peace on this earth and a better life
With every beautiful day
I once met a holy man who showed me the way
The road to tranquility at last
The more he was listening, the more he would say
With the tales of the days of future passed
He said "Yes I believe in a better world
And like the rest of us I try
To hold on to hope for a better life
With every day that goes by"
And if we dare to dream of Paradise unseen
It might come true
And if you stand by me
I swear with all my heart
I'll stand by you
Yes, I believe in a better world
A world where my sisters can be free
And I have a place in my brother's heart
For everybody to see
I dream of my destiny, my days in the sun
To live in the garden of our love
I search for some happiness
I search for my soul
I pray for some strength from God above
Yes, I believe in a better world
And like the rest of us, I pray
For peace on this earth and a better life
With every beautiful day
With every beautiful day.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Search It
search anything
in your life
search any thing...
you search u got it...
you did not search
waste of life time...
you search any thing
any time search...
not only google.com
search all ways
what do u want...?
search it
the life is search only
you search your inner
you got many more...
search with you...
search the another's
and search the world...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Jesus Inspires
JESUS inspires me in all that i do
JESUS inspires me and makes my dreams come true.
I felt lost and empty like a sea shell
my heart didn't know where to dwell.
the emptiness was tearing me apart
so I searched till I found my heart.
then I started to search for my soul
I knew 'that' would make me whole.
once I had found the two
then I knew just what to do.
joining them together I was now complete.
I felt the joy and began to weep.
he was there every step of the way
and all I had to do was search and pray.
poem by Louis Rams
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