In Life
I planted the seed!
And, your love is relieved;
Permanently,
In abundance! !
But, don't forget your own history in life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Planted Seed
you cried because i said that i was leaving
you cried because you knew your heart was deceiving.
you took my love for granted
and in my heart, a seed you had planted.
that seed that you planted
made my love truly grow
but there was something that you did'nt know
that i had a free will, the same as you
and i knew just what to do.
i gathered my strength which
i had tucked inside
a strength which i knew to hide.
i broke those chains with which
you had me bound.
and turned my life completely around
the seed that you planted
had strengthened me,
to a point that i could see
that life with you would be misery.
so i leave you with a smile on my face
i walk away with dignity and grace.
poem by Louis Rams
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GOD The Farmer
(4/14/12)
We live to love - we love to live
There is so much we have to give.
For every seed that GOD has planted
Another life has been granted.
Every seed on this earth
Will create a brand new birth.
He is the farmer - the giver of life
The crops he plants will suffice.
He planted the stars that shine at night
Gave us the sun - hot and bright.
He gave us water to quench our thirst
And gave us this water to cleanse the earth.
He planted seeds of knowledge in our brains
So if we had to - we could make the change.
He planted the seeds in the female wombs
So that life would not end to soon.
These are some of the things this farmer has given
He has made this life worth living.
poem by Louis Rams
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Sins Of Our Fathers
It's a seed planted
By the history of our forefathers
That is in you and I my brothers
Yes! You too my sisters
Are plaqued by the same seed
The same seed that assumed
A place of comfort
In the garden of my father's father's father,
Further and farther from root level
It found its way through the bark to us the branches
And now as we grow leaves
And new buds from us emerge
The seed find its way to our children and so I pray,
Let us children be not held accountable
For the sins of our fathers
We suffer from self doubt and self inadequacy
We ask ourselves the same question
That others before us asked
Who am I to make it,
When in my family no one did?
The question is in you
The question is in me
Yes! You can trace it back to the seed
The same seed that history
Planted in our forefather's garden
To us poverty is congenital
And mediocrity congenial
But how can I believe in myself
When even my father doubt me?
I guess it all begins with me
As a man thinketh, so is he
So hear me father I pray
Let us children be not held accountable
For the sins of our fathers
poem by BiggRich Shuping
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Duggal
I planted the seed in you and,
You failed to water it;
So, how can you hear the cry in me?
I planted the seed in your garden and,
You failed to water it;
So, how can you know the pain in me?
My life through the thickest fog,
And i am now around with the ruling elite;
For my DNA and my RNA are in you.
Bedroom blues,
And of the love that goes around your valley;
For you will see me agin when the right time comes.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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After Election Thoughts
history was made today-in every sense of the way.
they say he did not have the experience of his republican incumbent.
but! to the people a message he had sent.
that it was time for us to take a stand
and that he needs a helping hand.
so as americans we must all roll up our sleeves.
forget the discrimination-and forget the monetary greed.
if our country is to be all that it can-it does need a helping hand.
so let us give the support that president obama needs
for he has planted a seed.
this seed will continue to grow and for the world it will show.
all the possibilities-that it created for you and me.
whether we are white, yellow, -or black-we cannot give up the slack
so let us move forward with pride and determination
that we may save this great nation.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Lord's Harvest of Plenty
What a truly awesome thought indeed,
That throughout your day you live among seed.
Not the seeds that one would find in the ground,
These are not seen, but in the heart they are found.
These seeds are planted by the children of God,
As they simply follow the path The Savior has trod.
Your life as a Christian is not merely good deeds,
As your faithful witness could plant one of these seeds.
Or your life may be busy with a seed you don't know,
And your faithful witness is helping that little seed grow.
Planting and watering, as a Christian, is all we afford,
While all of the growth of that seed comes from the Lord.
After a little growth it is no longer a seed,
But a new vibrant Christian prepared for a deed.
The deed that has been prepared, I'm sure that you know,
Is to plant some new seed and to help water and help grow.
Once they have grown, they are cut with God's sickle of love,
And taken by The Lord to their Father's Home up above.
Whether the numbers are few or they are many,
You can be part of The Lord's Harvest of Plenty.
(Copyright © 08/2002)
The Big Difference
When men forget why they are here
they take up a gun and kill.
When men remember why they are here
they always do God's will.
Thou shalt not kill the words do say.
And still the wars go on.
Until this phrase is followed
the killing will never be gone.
Women remember why they are here.
They replenish the earth.
They accept the seed that's planted
and honor life through birth.
They bear the pain with no remorse.
They nurture and provide
love and loyalty in their lives.
And cry when men have died.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I Want To Have
I want to have a heart that’s Holy
I want to have a heart tuned into God.
I want to have a heart that sends love
With each beating hearts muscle throb.
I want to have a heart of pure Mercy
For all of God’s children here on earth.
I want to have a heart of Joy in abundance
From which God’s power was Virgin birthed.
I want to have a heart of true compassion
That opens up for all in need.
I want to have a heart that spreads God’s word
In each word which planted seed.
I want to have a heart of Christ
That it beats but only for Him above.
I want to have a heart that is filled with Him
To bring to Him one day, to Heaven above.
poem by Linda Winchell
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The Seed
In the spring
when the air has warmed.
I
planted a seed
a tiny seed.
I
along with my faith
to Mother Earth entrusted it.
I
hoped she would
nourish and coax the blossom
hidden within that seed so small.
To
spring forth in the summertime
with
its beauty its fragrance.
That all may behold and enjoy.
Until
autumn time
when back it returns
to a seed to sleep
to wait.
To be reborn.
poem by Kurt Hearth
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To the Man After the Harrow
Now leave the check-reins slack,
The seed is flying far today -
The seed like stars against the black
Eternity of April clay.
This seed is potent as the seed
Of knowledge in the Hebrew Book,
So drive your horses in the creed
Of God the Father as a stook.
Forget the men on Brady's Hill.
Forget what Brady's boy may say.
For destiny will not fulfil
Unless you let the harrow play.
Forget the worm's opinion too
Of hooves and pointed harrow-pins,
For you are driving your horses through
The mist where Genesis begins.
poem by Patrick Kavanagh
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A Dream Of Evolution....
shall a seed be
a seed forever?
do you not dream
someday that it shall
be planted
so that it can sprout
and grow
and then finally see
its flower
and fruit?
must the flower and fruit
be just the same
like the rest of the histories of
the other seeds
of their own form and kind?
must i hope
for an evolution
a seed turning
into a bee
a bee into
a butterfly into wind
into star?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Plant A Seed
Like the enigmas woven upon
the regal tapestry of dreams
we instill niceties into
the desperate and famished earth
razing our own barricades
and knotting golden tethers
upon the forests that we make
And nights will perch upon
the lovely slender boughs
And days will park on its eaves
filleting the lofty fences
veins crawling, sprawling
unto the cradle of distant stars
and their scintillating talks
while the grandiose inculcate
a flummoxed aeon down
into the heart of a dead star
But we forget them
when we lose our own maps
and constellations
from the fire of our conceit -
we lose the monarchy of trees
which kept our secrets
upon their clandestine zithers
and the quintessence
is lost amongst the memories
Amidst lights, my penetralium
is a dislimned diamond -
obstinate and lustrous
against your scouring
trembling with coruscations
though every word cadenced
for the breath pawned
for your sleep's quiescence
is another seed planted inside
the fissures of my defense -
A bliss draped in the most
atrocious sensation
We are surmised
when we planted a seed -
puppets strangled with
our silky strings of
strangling vines,
and we are blinded
by fear and pride
A tree rooted, gnarled
upon a lifeless boulder:
A seed planted
and now rupturing
to be castrated
and thrown into the
hearth of malignance.
poem by Norman Santos
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I Am The People, The Mob
I Am the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass.
Do you know that all the great work of the world is
done through me?
I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the
world's food and clothes.
I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons
come from me and the Lincolns. They die. And
then I send forth more Napoleons and Lincolns.
I am the seed ground. I am a prairie that will stand
for much plowing. Terrible storms pass over me.
I forget. The best of me is sucked out and wasted.
I forget. Everything but Death comes to me and
makes me work and give up what I have. And I
forget.
Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red
drops for history to remember. Then--I forget.
When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the
People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer
forget who robbed me last year, who played me for
a fool--then there will be no speaker in all the world
say the name: 'The People,' with any fleck of a
sneer in his voice or any far-off smile of derision.
The mob--the crowd--the mass--will arrive then.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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A good question is never answered. It is not a bolt to be tightened into place but a seed to be planted and to bear more seed toward the hope of greening the landscape of idea.
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Like A Sponge
One day you will realize,
You have become saturated with my love.
And like a sponge,
You have taken what I have given to you for granted.
To absorb as if my giving is unlimited.
And from it you come to go to sometimes run again.
As if there for you to use upon request.
However...
What is next for me is to experience my own happiness.
And to this I can attest,
There has been little to less to detect of your contribution.
That is why I can leave you and be relieved,
What I have is in abundance to be appreciated by someone else.
Who accepts what I have to offer as an exchanging of rewards.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wise Men Still Seek Souls
The purpose of the True Church of God is to always seek out the lost,
And share with them the life changing Gospel, whatever be the cost.
Although the history of The Church is filled with gaps and lulls,
The truth throughout has always been, that wise men still seek souls.
After believing and accepting God's unmerited Gift of Salvation,
Sharing this Truth with the lost, is every Christian's obligation.
You too were once lost like your neighbor, without any Hope indeed,
However, someone who knew, took the time and planted a tiny seed.
Then The Lord used someone just like you, to water it a tiny bit,
And then in your heart, through someone's love, a tiny fire was lit.
Now using The Spirit, through people and ways we do not know,
That little tiny fire, that once was a seed, truly started to grow.
The Lord's Love and The Spirit's work, helped it continue to grow,
Then your life, and your appearance, took on a whole new glow.
As He grew from within, The Spirit shaped and kindled the fire,
Into a challenge and a love, which birthed a new found desire.
The new found desire is to share The Gospel with all whom you meet,
Because one day very soon, we shall all bow at Christ's Feet.
So my friend, could this be the day for you to reset your goals,
For wise men have and will always be lead to seek out lost souls.
(Copyright © 05/2002)
The Very Wars They Inflict Upon Us
history remembers names
sculpted on white marbles
of soldiers who died
in their own valor
the very wars they inflict upon
us perhaps history too must not forget
the civilian, the innocent children, the crying women,
the mosques, and churches in ashes, the playgrounds missing,
the markets all blown up,
the trails erased one day, the forest flaming, the art museums gone
they planted the mines
and those who may have not forgotten
still clearly remember
on some days while they sleep on bed
some explosions still come alive
the dead still keep on dying
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Seed of Love
sitting here
leaned against the couch
finding words
to write down
begging my heart
to feel what i know
what i know is gone
gone without flow
but i found a seed
a seed to plant
behind this couch
in my hand
a seed of love
love, life, compassion
a simple thing
needs so much to grow
a stem
some leaves
with life to show
love needs time
time, work, and action
love needs work
with a life
full of tension
so i say
lets make it work
lets take this seed
and make it perk
perk up with life
life, love, compassion
poem by Audrey Marie Kay
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What You See Is The Inner Me
i have lived and i have died
i have loved and i have cried
i have done all that the human heart desires
i have set my inner soul on fire
i have done all these things
and now i know i'm free.
freedom to go outside of my shell
and search this world over
for we are all getting older.
we have looked all our lives
to fulfill our wants and desires
but what i failed to see is the beauty within me.
it is not what is outside of the shell
that we really need.
that is just what humanity wanted
when they planted that tiny seed.
our wants, desires, loves, have been rolled into one
ball of rubber bands, and we have
to take it apart band by band
but! we do it with the LORDS helping hand.
i have found such a profound abundance of love
growing deeper and stronger within me
that it can not compare, but of something
that should be shared.
you have to look into your inner being
so you could see what i am seeing.
you have to sit and look deep into
your soul and be true to yourself,
because there is no one else.
and when you have searched so deep
that you can not search any further
then everything falls in order.
everything that you have searched for
all of your life, and all of your struggles and strife
was laying inside of your shell
and it is doing very well.
poem by Louis Rams
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A seed of love
I stand here with a dying
flower in my hand
It's our love
It's petals lie at my feet
along with the pieces of my heart
All twisted and black
But deep in the dark corner
of your heart
Theres a seed
a seed of love
Being kept from the light
I know cause i planted it there
And when your mind feels free
to let the light in and let it grow
It will overcome you and burst into flower
I will be there to hold that flower
And we together will nurture
that flower
And from it make a garden of love
to live in forever
poem by Paul Larmour
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