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Blotted Away

The Apostles,
Your next study;
To be blotted away!
And like a refreshing news in the land of your muse,
But many will still be purified and made white.

He meditates day and night,
And this is like a tree planted by rivers of water!
But the wind drives away the chaff.

She meditates day and night,
But blessed is the one who does not walk in the counsel of the unrighteous!
Not stands in the path of sinners;
For love is like a flower which is refreshed by water! !

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Psalm 01

Done into Verse, 1653.

Bless'd is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and ith'way
Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat
Of scorners hath not sate. But in the great
Jehovahs Law is ever his delight,
And in his law he studies day and night.
He shall be as a tree which planted grows
By watry streams, and in his season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall.
And what he takes in hand shall prosper all.
Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd
The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
In judgment, or abide their tryal then
Nor sinners in th'assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows th'upright way of the just
And the way of bad men to ruine must.

poem by John Milton
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Psalms in Poetry - Chapter 1

1So blessed is he who shall reject
Advice from ones, who are wicked,
And not supporting sinners’ paths
Nor seated with cynics in group;

2 But who delights in Yahweh’s law,
And murmurs them all night and day!

3Such one’s like tree planted near streams,
And bears its fruit in right season;
Whose leaves do not wither at all,
And every project well succeeds.

4How different are the wicked ones!
–Like chaff that’s blown around by wind.

5Wicked won’t stand firm at Judgment
Nor sinners with upright persons.

6For Yahweh watches upright’s path
And wicked’s path is forev’r doomed!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-12-2009

poem by John Celes
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Psalm I.

The man is blest whose feet not tread,
By wicked counsailes led:
Nor stands in that perverted way,
In which the Sinners stray;
Nor joynes himselfe unto the chaire,
Where Scorners seated are;
But in God's Law both dayes and nights
To meditate delights.
He shall be like a Planted Tree
We neere the Rivers see:
Whose branches by their moisture spring,
And fruits in season bring.
No parching droughts his leaf invade,
Or make his blossome fade.
For God will his indeavours blesse
With prosperous successe.
But wicked men themselves shall find
Like chaff blow'n by the wind.
Nor in the finall Judgment must
Stand up among the Just.
For God the righteous guides, and knowes
The path wherein he goes:
When wayes of Sinners perish shall
In their eternall fall.

poem by Henry King
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I Shall Not Be Moved

(words & music by homer morris)
Well lordy I shall not be, I shall not be moved
I shall not be, I shall not be moved
Just like a tree thats growin in the meadow (down by the water)
I shall not be moved
Im on my way to glory land and I shall not be moved
On my way to glory land I will not be moved
Im like a tree thats planted by the water
I shall not be moved
I shall not be, I shall not be moved
I shall not be, I shall not be moved
Just like a tree thats planted by the water
I shall not be moved
I shall not be, I shall not be moved
I shall not be, I shall not be moved
Just like a tree thats planted by the water
I shall not be moved
Well Im on my way to glory land and I shall not be moved
On my way to glory land I shall not be moved
Im like a tree thats planted by the water
I shall not be moved
Oh well
I shall not be, I shall not be moved
I shall not be, I shall not be moved
Just like a tree thats planted by the water
I shall not be moved
On this rock of ages, I shall not be moved
On this rock of ages, I shall not be moved
Just like a tree thats planted by the water
I shall not be moved
Glory, glory, glory hallelujah, I shall not be moved
Glory hallelujah, I shall not be moved
Just like a tree thats planted by the water
I shall not be moved

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Psalm I: The Man Is Ever Blessed

The man is ever bless'd
Who shuns the sinners' ways,
Among their councils never stands,
Nor takes the scorner's place;

But makes the law of God
His study and delight,
Amidst the labours of the day,
And watches of the night.

He like a tree shall thrive,
With waters near the root;
Fresh as the leaf his name shall live;
His works are heav'nly fruit.

Not so the ungoodly race,
They no such blessings find;
Their hopes shall flee, like empty chaff
Before the driving wind.

How will they bear to stand
Before that judgement-seat,
When all the saints, at Christ's right hand,
In full assembly meet.

He knows, and he approves,
The way the righteous go;
But sinners and their works shall meet
A dreadful overthrow.

poem by Isaac Watts
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Spirit

Maurice white & larry dunn
Many years has passed and a day
Still we walk, in the path
That leads, to the light
Shining down, on this great beyond
Thoughts ignite us, let love unite us
Then turn your face to the wind
And taste his love within
Youll find a friend - everlasting love
You can depend, everytime you smile
You bless a child
Our spirit perpetuates
Our spirit meditates love and faith
We must make our brother see
That the light is he
Shining on you and me
And the land he gave
Roads we must pave
Looking thru each others eyes
Humanity will rise
In love
And our spirit will
Be at one with thee.

song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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Coming Of Light From The Night

Evening sun brings horizon a radiant hue,
While mind and soul ponders what to do,
Sitting quietly she meditates at water edge,
Perched above shoreline on smooth ledge,
Full moon of the warm summer’s night,
Gave the water’s face a shimmering light,
Bringing on a calm and wonderful peace,
Troublings of mind did soon find release,
Majestic beauty of a starlit unclouded skies,
Would let soul’s depth release gentle sighs,
Deep thoughts towards making a better life,
Within a world all filled with hate and strife,
One gentle angelic entity in life full of pain,
Stuck between birth and grave on this plane,
Salty night air has refreshed body and soul,
New insight made the will strong and bold,
Sun of new day rising over ebbing beach,
Dreams seem to fade just out of her reach,
A strong will of mind can bring them to be,
Knowing best was done sets one’s soul free.

poem by Joseph Blitch
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Unleavened Bread With Your Muse

Unleavened bread with your muse,
But it many hearts to swing along;
So, do not be surprised that i called you by your name,
Because, the wind blows to where it will!
And, i do have a message for you.

Of water,
Of flesh,
Of spirit!
But she came to you by the night;
And, the news was suppressed around.

The spoil of wealth,
To kill and to maim!
And like Nicodemus in the land of your muse;
But, life is full of the up and down of mankind!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Sweet Comparison Between Flowers And Us

Flowers blossom in the sunlight,
As we all need sunlight to blossom
too.

Flowers love a good shower of
cool and refreshing water,
Like we all need a refreshing
shower too.

Flowers are cheerful when music
plays that beautiful song,
In the same way that favorite
song cheers us up.

The breeze of the wind gives us
that breath of life,
Flowers are filled with the
breath of life,
That the breeze provides.

Delicate flowers lose their petals
in need of nourishment,
Just like we lose a strand of hair
that needs to be nourished to grow
back again.

A good night's sleep help us to feel
refreshed,
Flowers need a good night's sleep
to feel refreshed and to blossom
beautifully.

A sweet comparison between flowers
and us,
Knowing how we are very much alike,
It makes a beautiful story.

poem by Derek James
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Water Wings

Water Wings

I am of the water, and my dreams foretell my home.
I have dreamt of the water, it is where my mind does roam.
Life manages our paths by the steps that we take,
I want my path to lead to the ocean, where the waves do break.

The water glistens in my soul, and runs through my veins,
And when I am one with the water, I carry the reigns.
Whether on or under or flying above,
The water is my passion, it is my true love.

I wake from the night, from my hopes and my dreams
I wake to find a world with all water themes.
Surrounded by love and caressed by the air
I see the lord has accepted my little dare.

My dreams have become life, and I have transformed.
I am now an angel of the sea, and water wings I have formed.
The ocean, the sea, the lakes and rivers blue
They give me my strength and my life they do fuel.

My water wings glide and are as smooth as ice,
They are gift from the heavens and they much more than suffice.
I sit here and I rest, on the shore of the land,
Knowing, the lord is my savior, and my biggest fan.

poem by Rik Bertrand
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Sankofa

Tell me,
What occurs to you after sex?
And like how you spent the night with a prostitute;
But, you can still entice me with your love because,
This world is full of ups and downs!

I am walking to the hill that faces Hebron,
But, you are still making love with Delilah! !
And the village next to you now is called 'Sankofa'.

You lulled me to sleep with my head on your lap,
And i am now blinded because of this love;
But your sex wax is now like the flax that is set on fire! !
However, in the middle of the night you woke me up.

In the cleft of the rock,
In the middle of the night,
In the land of roses with the aroma of your muse!
And with the tip of my staff touching your heart;
because, a fleece of wool was on the threshing floor.

You did it in the night with me,
And i was filled with the bowl of your lovely muse;
But this bowl of water is like the songs of love,
And, i finally saw your face! !
But, let me go before the day breaks on us,
And like the muse of joy in the land of plenty.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Water Vortex

It's hot on the river walk
Where to River? Play in new clothes
And rivers, remote back over at a friend inside.

Words to break the outer covering tears
What is the path to climb stricken with hardship Play
The sweet cruelty
Stone water fall flowing all evening
Away drag it out of the river
Danaya the birds glow, deep sigh Anonymous
And tears of your feet and flowers in water
Stand up to water, the loneliness at school.

You know, water's water, water vortex breakdown silence
None of the ship's mast Tear
The Black Keys pray for rain at night?

I was crying, asking plunged music.

poem by Shafi Sumodro
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A Death-Parting

LEAVES and rain and the days of the year,
(Water-willow and wellaway,)
All these fall, and my soul gives ear,
And she is hence who once was here.
(With a wind blown night and day.)
Ah! but now, for a secret sign,
(The willow's wan and the water white,)
In the held breath of the day's decline
Her very face seemed pressed to mine.
(With a wind blown day and night.)
O love, of my death my life is fain;
(The willows wave on the water-way,)
Your cheek and mine are cold in the rain,
But warm they'll be when we meet again.
(With a wind blown night and day.)
Mists are heaved and cover the sky;
(The willows wail in the waning light,)
O loose your lips, leave space for a sigh,—
They seal my soul, I cannot die.
(With a wind blown day and night.)
Leaves and rain and the days of the year,
(Water-willow and wellaway,)
All still fall, and I still give ear,
And she is hence, and I am here.
(With a wind blown night and day.)

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Dripping Water

Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the horizon of heaven,
on the land, on the sand,
makes me happy, and so elated,

Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the dark black clouds,
on the leaves, on the tress,
gives them a slow quick bath,

Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the thunderstruck light,
on the eyes, on the cheeks,
makes everyone to turn the face up!

Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the beauty of sky,
onthe mud, on the rivers,
makes musical splashes when gets strike,

Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the love of vast scream,
to the beautiful murmors of land,
makes me sing, and dance.

poem by Tayyeba Mustafa
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Language Fengshui

language is fengshui
of wind, spirit, water and soil
set in place as the mind
negotiates its way through
the terrain of land and rivers,
hearts and souls

language is fengshui
acted out by the spirit of
the land as it twirls and swirls
through the tongue
to the heat, wind, light, water,
vibrations of land
charting out the joys, dos
and donts of land

for japanese,
subject and object meet
before they get
to know what they
are really out for
it is always
i movie see to go
and to the kimonoed girl you love
you have better say
i you love

for chinese
subject tells object directly
what he will do to her
always i wish to kiss her
for brits, yes, it is similar
subject verb object
i wish to kiss her

for germans and japanese
ying and yang
walk in separate lane
words for women
words for men
the sexes distinct
as black and white

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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101 Ways Of My Love

Food and water,
Shelter and care;
But, stopping down low for somebody to see your nakedness!
And, there i met your love.

101 ways of my lov e,
Called to satisfy your muse! !
Dress, repress, mistress, stress, press, witness, pointless, wireless, politeness;
But, to lodge there and to wait for your love!
And like he manner of your usage,
But i am a teacher of the message is what i am.

101 ways of my love,
To be set aside;
And to aboard the muse of your love! !
On the left and of the right sides of the mango tree;
But, watch and remember the 101 ways that we shared,
Night and day in the land of your muse.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Enjoying the Presence of God

My soul is at rest in You,
For I am like a tree
planted beside streams of water,
bearing fruit in season.

My mind is fed by You
For Your wisdom comes
like fresh rain on parched land,
growing oaks of righteousness.

My heart is refreshed by You
As softly You speak in Spirit
like a gentle breeze at Horeb,
each breath a speech of love.

My being is lifted in You
As I scale to the Rock higher than I
reaching clouds of Your Presence,
standing in the heights of refuge.

You dress me up with Peace,
Adorn me Kindness, Joy, and Love-
Your Faithfulness embraces me,
And I enjoy being with You, God.

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'O God, You are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for You, my body longs for You, in a dry a weary land where there is no water.'

PSALM 63: 1

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Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
April 5,2009
Philippines

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The Spell Of The Rose

'I mean to build a hall anon,
And shape two turrets there,
And a broad newelled stair,
And a cool well for crystal water;
Yes; I will build a hall anon,
Plant roses love shall feed upon,
And apple trees and pear.'

He set to build the manor-hall,
And shaped the turrets there,
And the broad newelled stair,
And the cool well for crystal water;
He built for me that manor-hall,
And planted many trees withal,
But no rose anywhere.

And as he planted never a rose
That bears the flower of love,
Though other flower's throve
A frost-wind moved our souls to sever
Since he had planted never a rose;
And misconceits raised horrid shows,
And agonies came thereof.

'I'll mend these miseries,' then said I,
And so, at dead of night,
I went and, screened from sight,
That nought should keep our souls in severance,
I set a rose-bush. 'This,' said I,
'May end divisions dire and wry,
And long-drawn days of blight.'

But I was called from earth - yea, called
Before my rose-bush grew;
And would that now I knew
What feels he of the tree I planted,
And whether, after I was called
To be a ghost, he, as of old,
Gave me his heart anew!

Perhaps now blooms that queen of trees
I set but saw not grow,
And he, beside its glow -
Eyes couched of the mis-vision that blurred me -
Ay, there beside that queen of trees
He sees me as I was, though sees
Too late to tell me so!

poem by Thomas Hardy
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Entrance Of The Rivers

Beloved of the rivers,beset
By azure water and transparent drops,
Like a tree of veins your spectre
Of dark goddess biting apples:
And then awakening naked
To be tattoed by the rivers,
And in the wet heights your head
Filled the world with new dew.

Water rose to your waist,
You are made of wellsprings
And lakes shone on your forehead.
From your sources of density you drew
Water like vital tears
And hauled the riverbeds to the sand
Across the planetary night,
Crossing rough, dilated stone,
Breaking down on the way
All the salt of geology,
Cutting through forests of compact walls
Dislodging the muscles of quartz.

poem by Pablo Neruda
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Looking for Water

Still the leaves are spinning 'round
Take my hand as we go down, and down, and down
Looking for water
Well, our light's gone in a New York minute
Don't know about you, but my heart's not in it
(Looking, looking, looking)
I'm looking for water
I'm looking for water
(Looking, looking, looking)
I can't breathe the air, can't raise a fact
'Cause all we've got left is a beat in the night, and I'm
(Looking for water)
Looking for water
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
Take my hand as we go down, and down
Leave it all behind, nothing could be found
(I'm, looking for water)
I'm looking for water
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
(I, looking for water)
Looking everywhere
(Looking for water)
Looking here and there
(I'm looking for water)
I'm looking for water
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I can't live in this cage, I can't eat this candy
The edge of the earth to the spin in my head
The look in your eyes and never means never
The dawn's early light, baby, dark is forever
(Looking, looking)
(Looking, looking)
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for watter)
Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for watter)
Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for watter)

song performed by by David Bowie, music by David Bowie, lyrics by David Bowie from Reality
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