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Iva

Arm yourself for war!
For the end is at hand;
And, how shall i make a mends to you?
For the end is at hand.

One belt is for a warrior like Absalom's Statue,
But Yahweh is worthy to be praised;
Iva, life is like a gigantic man with six fingers on each hand;
But you are not to be intoxicated with wine!
Iva, life is like a gigantic man with six toes on each foot;
And merciful and compassionate like,
The god (el) of gold in this war!
But you have the sweet-smelling cinnamon around you,
So arm yourself for war! !

Iva, you have the sweet-smelling cane around you too;
And the end is at hand for all of us but,
Those who sin always are unconfortable with righteousness.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hand I Hold

The hand I hold
is the hand of love
when people see me anywhere.
The hand that steadies me
when storm clouds appear.
The hand that wipes away
the tears I want to hide.
The hand I hold
is the hand of love
tender soft and warm.
The hand that mends
and helps time heal
any wanton sore.
The hand that comforts
when tragedies come to pass.
The hand I hold
is the hand of love
and will be with me
until the day I die.

29 January 2011

poem by David Harris
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Have A Blessed Day

May Yahweh bless you like Qoheleth,
May Yahweh protect you like Yahseph,
May Yahweh promote you like Abraham,
may Yahweh remember you like Noah,
May Yahweh guide you like Mosheh,
May Yahweh honour you like David,
May Yahweh intervene for you like Daniyl,
May Yahweh have mercy on you like Shaul,
May Yhweh answer you like Yliyah,
May Yahweh show you the way like Yaaqob,
And may you have a blessed day! !
For the Way of Yahweh is always Righteous.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Time Mends A Broken Heart

(jeff lynn/ kiki dee)
Producer for bonnie: christopher neil
Im living in another time another place
I knew you then
It used to be a different world
And now I start to live again
A sight of heaven in a grain of sand
Leading me on taking me by the hand
Time mends a broken heart
Time mends a broken heart
Love tears it all apart
But time mends a broken heart
I see you in another life
Theres someone else that I didnt know
Theres someone else that I dont know
It used to hurt me deep inside
I had to learn to let you go
I thought that happiness was by your side
I didnt know that it was here in me
And still alive
Time mends a broken heart
Time mends a broken heart
Love tears it all apart
But time mends a broken heart
Time mends a broken heart
Time mends a broken heart
Love tears it all apart
But time mends a broken heart

song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Other Hand...

the black man's hand,
the poor man's hand.
the Muslim hand, the Jewish hand...
the gay man's hand,
the working man's hand,
the ex-convict's hand,
the farmer's hand, the garbage man's hand...
the Christian's hand, the atheist's hand,
the father's hand, the soldier's hand,
the peacemaker's hand,
the healer's hand, the teacher's hand,
the prodigal's hand, even the murderer's hand...
the victim's hand, the broken hand,
the praying hand, the touching hand...
all, when extended,
feel like my other hand!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Chamber Over The Gate

Is it so far from thee
Thou canst no longer see,
In the Chamber over the Gate,
That old man desolate,
Weeping and wailing sore
For his son, who is no more?
O Absalom, my son!

Is it so long ago
That cry of human woe
From the walled city came,
Calling on his dear name,
That it has died away
In the distance of to-day?
O Absalom, my son!

There is no far or near,
There is neither there nor here,
There is neither soon nor late,
In that Chamber over the Gate,
Nor any long ago
To that cry of human woe,
O Absalom, my son!

From the ages that are past
The voice sounds like a blast,
Over seas that wreck and drown,
Over tumult of traffic and town;
And from ages yet to be
Come the echoes back to me,
O Absalom, my son!

Somewhere at every hour
The watchman on the tower
Looks forth, and sees the fleet
Approach of the hurrying feet
Of messengers, that bear
The tidings of despair.
O Absalom, my son!

He goes forth from the door
Who shall return no more.
With him our joy departs;
The light goes out in our hearts;
In the Chamber over the Gate
We sit disconsolate.
O Absalom, my son!

That 't is a common grief
Bringeth but slight relief;
Ours is the bitterest loss,
Ours is the heaviest cross;
And forever the cry will be
'Would God I had died for thee,
O Absalom, my son!'

poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The God Of Olympus

I can see it coming and i can see it occuring,
For many do not believe in the Name of Yahweh;
But the end comes and Only Few will be saved.
I can feel it at hand and i can smell it from afar!
For the people are glued on to The God of Olympus;
And today they have replaced the Name of Yahweh to Zeus.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hand-Me-Down!

got my hand-me-down boots,
and my hand-me-down jeans.
my broke down hand-me-down hat,
doing hand-me-down things.

my hand-me-down fire,
and my hand-me-down pot.
take a hand-me-down chair,
i'll share what i've got.

got some hand-me-down thoughts,
a couple of hand-me-down songs.
i've got a hand-me-down heart
that wont leave you alone.

we'll talk about hand-me-down freedom,
and hand-me-down truth....
in this hand-me-down world,
it's just me and you!

in this hand-me-down world....
paying hand-me-down dues!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Virtue Vs Evil

Wherever you are wherever you go
I will go with you hand in hand
A faltered state of agony and lust
I will go with you hand in hand
Vying for the amelioration of offspring
I will go with you hand in hand
Injecting an age-long flight from right
I will go with you hand in hand
The endearment of wealth and spendthrift
I will go with you hand in hand
Wherever is the wretched face of human lure
I will go with you hand in hand
The pitfall of human lot has waged a spiritual war
I will go with you hand in hand

poem by Hafiz Qasim
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Hand That Helps

Hand in hand you clap
Encourage others and solder you tap
Hand alone can be used for slap
In backward direction you step

Hand that build nation
Hand that develops relation
Hand that pulls the cart
And finally hands make you smart

Hand covers your eyes
Yet people look at and try
Hands that comes to rescue
Allow few people to view

Surge ahead with waving hand
Make all to follow and make friends
See to it that you are constant with trend
See the joy in life at the end

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hand in Hand Perfectly

You and me
hand in hand tonight
and let me tell you boy
it's alright
Cause finally,
I'm singin a brand new melody
Yeah, you and me
go hand in hand perfectly
You with your smile
just makes me go wild
Making my heart beat like a little
child
and I believe,
we could make a beautiful family
Yeah, you and me go
hand in hand perfectly
It only took one night
to know
and darling you best believe me
I'm never gonna let you go
Cause when you took me hand
it was like
WOAH
Yeah, I believe we go
hand in hand perfectly
I believe we go
hand in hand perfectly

poem by Alex Krystal
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Nebuchadnezzar

If my wife is so beautiful,
Leave her to me alone than sleeping with her;
For there are all types of churches on the Mount of Corruption!

The left hand washes the right hand and,
The right hand washes the left hand too;
So let us keep on going in this status of life.

Nebuchadnezzar, you are camping my wife like she is for you;
But i am loved by Yahweh to fight on!
So do leave my wife alone for me.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Hand

only the human hand,
the caring hand,
the hand covered in blood
and filth, the hand swollen

bruised, and beaten...
the open hand,
not a fist anymore hand,
not afraid to let go hand,
never letting go hand...

feed the baby, plow the field hand,
stroke the face of
the old woman dying hand...
light the fires, sweep the floors hand...

the praying hand, the picking hand,
the paint the soul hand...
only the human hand
can touch with the heart of God!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Hand I Offer

the hand i offer,
the hand of peace.
the caring hand,
the giving hand,
the get dirty hand,
the pull you up hand,
the work with you hand,
walk beside you hand,
the companion hand,
the communion hand....

the hand i offer,
....without conditions!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead

Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
‘She must weep or she will die.’

Then they praised him, soft and low,
Called him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.

Stole a maiden from her place,
Lightly to the warrior stepped,
Took the face-cloth from the face;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.

Rose a nurse of ninety years,
Set his child upon her knee—
Like summer tempest came her tears—
‘Sweet my child, I live for thee.’

poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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It Was Yahweh's Blessings

It was Yahweh's belssings,
And, i do than Him for everything!!
It came like a struggle without understanding anything!
But today, i do understand why it was so;
Because, Yahweh took me out of these people to make known His Name!!!
And at 'Nii Boi Town' today, we can say: 'Praise Yahweh! HalleluYahweh'!!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Cherokee

I once had a wise old indian
look at me and say
life is what you make of it son
and it just has yet begun
you can take it and make it
a peaceful world
or you can live it under the gun
but it only comes around once my friend
and it won't be here again
time's of trouble we won't forget
but don't let it eat your soul
for you are Cherokee
be proud and let the pain go

Learn from our people what you can
let them show you the way
set your spirit free
and walk among our elder's
the visions and the dreams
and follow the eagle you see fly
through the valley and streams
let him guide you and show you
oh, mighty warrior with a wolf's heart
and you will live another day
don't let it pass you by

Now I've grown to be a man
teaching the ways of the Cherokee
so much has yet to be done
we walked the trail of tears
still they could'nt make us run
their words kept us apart
as we struggled through the years
but we are Cherokee
mighty warrior's of this land
we walk together hand to hand
and we'll be here til the end
(spiritwind-2001)

poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Once Children Are Rifting

Once children are rifting
Mom tries to mend
She mends and mends and mends
Until she is powerless, it’s out of her hand

Once children are rifting
She still stands brave
For imaginative path
Uncontrolled it rift away
She dips into tears helpless

Once children are rifting
She pours tears immobilized
Asking God `` Set My Children Together``
Emotional and agonizing she converse
There are my children intelligent or disobedient
Still there are my children.Oh God!

Once children are rifting
It’s very unbearable and painful affair
For a mom to familiarity the moment
Still she stands next to them to mend till her
sky-scraping strength fade``Deceased``

poem by Ezna Stephna
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Put Your Hand In The Hand

(words & music by g. maclellan)
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From galilee
My momma taught me how to pray
Before I reached the age of seven
When Im down on my knees
Thats when Im closest to heaven
Daddy lived his life, two kids and a wife
Well you do what you must do
But he showed me enough of what it takes
To get me through, oh yeh!
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From galilee
Oh yeh!
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From galilee
Oh yeh!
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From galilee
Oh yeh!
Put your hand in the hand of the man from galilee
Put your hand in the hand of the man from galilee, oh yeh!

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Snap (Fun Poem 125)

Woke up and had a shower
felt great and refreshed,
laid my clothes out
and started to get dressed.
Dragged on my trousers
and then pulled on my belt.
Snap!
I stood there with half a belt in my hand
and my trousers around my ankles.
Now I need a length of string
to hold my trousers up.
Looks like it gonna be
a new belt day today.

(7 July 2011)

poem by David Harris
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Children Are Rifting!

Once children are rifting
Mom tries to mend
She mends and mends and mends
Until she is powerless, it's out of her hand

Once children are rifting
She still stands brave
For imaginative path
Uncontrolled it rift away
She dips into tears helpless

Once children are rifting
She pours tears immobilized
Asking God …. `` Set My Children Together``
Emotional and agonizing she converse…
There are my children …… intelligent or disobedient
Still there are my children.Oh God!

Once children are rifting
It's very unbearable and painful affair
For a mom to familiarity the moment
Still she stands next to them to mend till her
sky-scraping strength fade..........``Deceased``

(26th August 2011)

poem by Ezna Stephna
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