Adumhene
Sanctify,
Proclaimed! !
But read them in Leviticus;
And, in the Seventh Moon you will understand the muse!
For, the truth had already been written in the Bible.
First fruits,
Last fruits,
Proclaimed to achieve the purpose;
And like the gathering together to learn from the truth,
However, the Adumhene came in when needed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Stirk
The end of slavery never ended slavery,
So watch around you and you will understand what i mean;
But the Bible is the most wonderful storybook ever written.
From Ur to Rome and from Nima to the U.S.A.!
And with the narrative issues of the truth from the Hebrews;
So Abraham begot Isaac and Isaac begot Jacob.
The evening and the morning were declared the first day,
So read 'Genesis 1: 5' to understand this muse;
And let true love divide the waters from the waters!
I am called Stirk and i am with the Bible,
But the truth of all things is always around you;
So be very wise always to analyse all things in life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hidden From The Masses
The religions of Satan claim that they are teaching you the Bible!
And, they say that the Laws of the Creator are done away with;
because, the majority of the people are now caught up by the webs of entertainment! !
Which is now destroying each person's mind today;
However, the truth is hidden from the masses because,
They fail to learn and understand the ways of life as written in the very Bible they read.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Eatting Fruits
Eat fruits
Eat...
Every day...
Each
Break fast...
Lunch...
Dinner...
Eat...
Fruits...
Fruits is
Good for health...
Fruits is
Good for Taste
Fruits is
Good for mind...
Fruits is
Good for god...
So...
Fruits is
Good for hole and
Hoe body...
Any fruits...
Any time...
Eat eat eat...
Avoide all all
Disease...
Thats all...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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St. Nikolaus
St. Nikolaus came from Turkey and today,
You've turned him to be 'Father Christmas'!
But is this also written in your Bibles? ! !
Then read it again and learn from the truth,
For St. Nikolaus was a man from Turkey.
Say it well to teach others the truth,
Read it well to know the truth always,
Learn it well to be able to identify the fake!
For Satan had really captured the minds of the people;
And the world follows after this deception.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Rise To The Truth
rise to the truth
to whose truth indeed
a truth told or written
perhaps written by the sounds mother earth
first heard when there existed no other sound to resound
on brittle imaginations
for truth to exist
a lie was imagined then manifested
was truth ever so real
to clear the ever increasing potential lies
that surfaced into existence
rise to the truth
that came with pain
and planted a tree of joy
as it left behind a repelent for upcoming lies
fearless truth before it became fearfull
rise above its premeditated birth
rise to the truth that needed no witnesses.
poem by Irenio Irenaeus Bero
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Earl
The frist fruits of manhood and the first fruits of love,
The first fruits of womanhood and the first fruits of love,
And like a warrior rejoicing from wine;
But i am always ready for Earl my lover.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fruits Of The Tree
What fruits we have!
Glittering with evil,
To shed innocent blood,
Shining with greed,
And we end in comfort that lasts only a moment
What fruits we bare!
Lost in ambition and passion
That we preach prosperity and success
As if they last an eternity
Swelling with pride that lasts a stint
Fruits of the tree
That the master has planted.
They can choose to ripen, or to stay raw!
They can choose to rot, or to stay ripe!
But, every fruit stands the test of time.
In the end, Ripe with truth and love,
Victory is imminent.
Rotten with deception and hatred,
Destruction waits:
The fruits from the tree of life
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The First Fruits
Once upon the rivers of hope,
Once upon the fountains of waters,
Once upon the valleys of dreams,
Once upon the mountains of love,
Singing as it went through the gardens;
The first fruits of the muse matters a lot.
A message to the walled city,
To it's appointed owners;
No more pain,
No more sorrow,
No more tears,
No more death,
No more crying,
Of the former things gone too soon;
With all things mad anew on a high mountain.
Walk with me in white to know about this story,
Like the potter's vessels;
The first fruits of love is with us all.
In a deep valley,
You should keep the fire burning;
Like brides adorned to their husbands.
To the first fruits of hope,
Like a sickle on the earth;
To the first fruits of dreams,
Like the leaves for healing;
This land of rivers do ned rest.
Life is like the mystery of a woman;
It is noted,
It is written,
It is done!
Like the bride and the groom in the deep valley! !
So, let the first fruits be enjoyable,
And let the artist's pens do judge the mystery;
It's all like a walled city at peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
My personal attitude toward atheists is the same attitude that I have toward Christians, and would be governed by a very orthodox text: "By their fruits shall ye know them." I wouldn't judge a man by the presuppositions of his life, but only by the fruits of his life. And the fruits — the relevant fruits — are, I'd say, a sense of charity, a sense of proportion, a sense of justice. And whether the man is an atheist or a Christian, I would judge him by his fruits, and I have therefore many agnostic friends.
quote by Reinhold Niebuhr
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Only one fruit
Fruits is
Not fast food...
Fruits is
Not...
Junk food...
Fruits is
Not...
Bad food...
Fruits is
Natural food...
Not waste
At home eat
Every day
Atleast one fruit...
With your taste...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Ambushed
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Zeus plus Krishna equals to Hesus Krishna;
But, i am ambushed by my sweet lover not to tell you the truth.
It is very sad,
Because many are they with PHDs;
But, they do not even know about the secrets of this world.
We do use the words 'Jesus Christ' a lot but,
He was an Hebrew born;
And there is no Hebrew born to date called 'Jesus Christ'.
Well, that is the truth and many are already confused;
But do read the VARIOUS VERSIONS of the BIBLES around,
There you will come to the truth like i did.
My defense is in heaven and i have learnt a lot,
But i have no PHD to desplay on my shoulders;
And i know more of the hidden codes of this life than others.
Why are you then confused?
For man was made on this Earth to LEARN.
Look at the names you give to your children,
They are your NATIVE NAMES;
So what was the native name of a CHILD born as an HEBREW?
The Son of the Creator was born in Israyl,
So go there to ask of the FIRST WRITTEN ORIGINAL BIBLE;
There you will come to the truth and know His Name.
'He-brews' like an Hebrew,
And i am ambushed by my lover;
But do take your mind slowly and ask yourself,
Where from this name?
Ha-ha-ha-ha! Many are confused already;
But my mind will always write for many to learn.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Daughter Truth
Don't look for an easy answer. For those who tell you what you want to learn.Follow for I have called you to live in truth. Love the truth and seek the truth. And follow passionately for the way of truth that leads to life, For my truth will set me free written 11/6/08 Posted 11/8/08
poem by Susie Sunshine
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Think About It
I reflect on years past.
Knowing I did try.
I did my best.
I made my mistakes.
And learned from them.
I tried to right the wrongs of my past.
I tried to become the best person I could be.
Not for me though.
For someone I love.
You look as if I said something wrong.
Why is that?
You're a Christian?
I should put myself first?
Where does it say that in the bible?
Oh, mine must be missing that chapter.
I know,
It's called the book of You.
I don't know where it fits in exactly.
But I'm sure You do.
You know everything.
Self before others.
Make God right with Yourself.
Serve others, if the money is good enough.
So if I ask You what the meaning of life is,
You can tell me?
I Love Your Christian talk.
I Love Your Christian walk.
Or should I say strut.
You read the bible?
Well I read you, like a book.
You are about as transparent as a window.
I see through you completely.
Can you see me through your window?
Oh wait.
You are looking into a mirror.
What is the truth?
Your truth, my truth or His truth?
Is God's love tough love?
Or is it us that makes it tough?
My bible is in black and white.
You must have the gray version.
Take the easy way out.
You are only hurting yourself.
Turn the other cheek.
Did Jesus climb off the cross when it hurt too much?
Would You have told him too?
Would You say it's not worth it to him?
Or are You glad He said, “It is done.”?
Think about it!
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Learnıng From You, Learnıng From Us.
The rule of the game is this:
I have this basket filled with truths
That I cannot tell you
Because these are all bitter fruits
Of broken trees
This is the game of poetry
I can tell you something else
But it will be the same basket filled with
Bitter fruits
Only that
It will be artistically put
And shall be more pleasing to your eyes
For I cannot make you sad
And be like us
What is uglier than truth
Now appears to you as
The most fashionable lies
But soon you shall learn the trick
And be another expert
At telling truths that cannot hurt
At knowing no departures
That gives you
Never a sense of abandon
But all cheers
And welcomes
Those which must be redeeming
Like the way we put back the broken wings of the birds
Who have refused for days
To fly
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sad But The Truth Is On
There are too many bold,
Sad but the truth is on.
And too may all-knowing for their teachers.
Sad but the truth is on.
And they say their teachers can't teach,
Or read, or write to them...
On their lowered levels.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Many never knew about a hug to touch.
Sad but the truth is on.
There's just too many needing loving.
Sad but the truth is on.
And they don't believe a lesson taught to them,
Reveals and begins to grow to show.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad about the truth!
The truth for so many has gone.
It's so sad to see it...
Nonexisting.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
It's sad about the truth,
Today!
For so many that truth is gone.
It's so sad today...
That,
People sit back to watch it too!
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
Everybody's talking about a fairness.
But nothing there is fair.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
And,
Everything once fair there is gone.
'Cause nothing in the air is fair there!
Everybody's talking about a fairness.
But nothing there is fair.
And,
Everything once fair there is gone.
Because nothing in the air is fair,
There!
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Everything once fair there is gone.
Because nothing in the air is fair,
There!
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's a long and lonely,
Sentimental journey.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's a long and lonely,
Sentimental journey.
Sad but the truth is on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coming To The Truth
Instead of going to the moon
these people can come to the truth soon.
Instead of going to the moon-
and spending a fortune-
to tap the helinium abundant from the moon-
these people can come to the truth soon.
Instead of going to the moon-
and waiting for fifty long years-
to reap this benefit from the moon-
these people can come to the truth soon.
Instead of going to the moon-
these people can come to the truth soon
to tap the abundant wealth very soon.
What i s this 'truth'?
in a nation where mahatma lived-
in a nation where truth was personified by mahatma-
truth needs no definition.
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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The Honest Truth
the truth is i love you
the truth is i always dream of you at night
the truth is i do my best to hide it from you
the truth is the future is blank without you
the truth is i am hurting
the truth is i am scared
i am scared how i pretend in front of everyone
the truth is a cannot tell anyone of this
the truth is i cannot even tell you
then it starts to hurt even more
the truth is i'm scared to tell you
the truth is you might be scared to break her heart
the truth is i'm scared you might love me too
the truth is i am not happy
the truth is i don't feel the love i want
the truth is i want to be loved by you only
the truth is you're too blind to see
the truth is you might not believe me if i told you
the truth is you might be scared of it
the truth is the emotional distance kills me
the truth is being close to you makes it worse
should i tell you this truth?
would you believe this truth?
the truth....the truth....the truth...
i'm the only one who knows the
and this truth hurts
because the truth is i love you
the truth is i love you
the truth is i still love you....
03 August 2010
poem by Neo Patricia Monamodi
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A, B, C to X, Y, Z!
To feed my mind and, to feed your brain!
Brazil and brazil;
But, most people only go to church without reading the Bible! !
And, they always miss the truth as spoken in the Bible.
Some people sleep on feathers and others sleep on woods,
From A, B, C to X, Y, Z!
And like the summer hut in the land of your muse;
But, it is time for us to know the truth.
The attention,
The attraction,
The affection;
But, don't afflict others in the name of hatred!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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