Nura
My name is Nura but,
Faith is free and available to all the people;
And i am like the T.V. Set in your room.
Wake up from your slumber and learn!
And of the ridicule of things seen around you;
For gone are the days when,
The Holy Laws of Peace were diligently taught.
I started learning from my mother's womb and,
I am now a grown up to teach you;
For money is more important today than human lives!
It is sad, but that is what i see around me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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From Ludia To Ethiopia
What we laern today, we teach others tomorrow;
But when we die we keep quiet.
What we witness today, we express it to others as well;
But if not, we will keep silence.
Life is like a trip from Ludia to Ethiopia!
And there is a day to be born and a day to be schooled;
After which one acquire certificates during the length of time.
What we learnt yesterday are the ones we teach to others today,
But when we die we keep quiet;
And it is all about life for us to learn daily.
Life started with the trees in the Garden of Eden,
But these were laws for us to learn and to become perfect;
And today, it is better to give than to receive.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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History Will Teach Us Nothing
If we seek solace in the prisons of the distant past
Security in human systems were told will always always last
Emotions are the sail and blind faith is the mast
Without a breath of real freedom were getting nowhere fast
If God is dead and an actor plays his part
His words of fear will find their way to a place in your heart
Without the voice of reason every faith is its own curse
Without freedom from the past things can only get worse
Sooner or later just like the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later just like the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
History will teach us nothing
History will teach us nothing
Our written history is a catalogue of crime
The sordid and the powerful, the architects of time
The mother of invention, the oppression of the mild
The constant fear of scarcity, aggression as its child
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Convince an enemy, convince him that hes wrong
Is to win a bloodless battle where victory is long
A simple act of faith
In reason over might
To blow up his children will only prove him right
History will teach us nothing
Sooner or later the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
History will teach us nothing
History will teach us nothing
Know you human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
song performed by by Sting
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Without Peace
I was your father yesterday and,
You are my son today;
But we will all be the children of the Creator tomorrow!
With glory, honour and the laws;
With the fowls of the air and the fish of the sea,
But today's worried world is without peace.
Discarded!
And you are led by the perfected laws of the faith;
But with the peramble matters to remember at last,
For this day was meant for you and me.
Pluralism and singularity!
Mother Nature cries for help;
And with the discourse of free thinking to meet my muse,
For the school boys are late today.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Oh! My Mama, Happy Mother's Day!
Oh! My mama, happy mother's day
You are the greatest mother I have ever had
You are my mother today
You will be my mother tomorrow
You are always my mother
You will forever be my mother
Thank you my mother for bringing me into this world
Thank you my mother for taking care of me in your womb
Thank you my mother caring for me as a toddler
Thank you my mother for feeding me since I was a baby
Thank you my mother for all the clothes you bought for me
Thank you my mother for teaching me good manners at home
Thank you my mother for sending me to school
Thank you my mother for supervising my homework
Thank you my mother for ensuring I eat before going to school
Thank you my mother for all the regular pocket money
Thank you my mother for liking my friends
Thank you my mother for all the everyday advices
My mother always remind me that fingers are not equal
As I grow up, I have seen the correlation of this analogy
To many human beings, neighbors, societies and nationalities
Oh! My mama, thank you for your words of wisdom
My mother taught me many things that I have never read in books
Thank you my mother for all your guiding philosophies
Oh! My mama, I sincerely wish everyday could be Mother's Day
One day in a year is not enough to thank my wonderful mother
Oh! My mama, I will forever be your child
Oh! My mama, you will eternally be my mother
Thank you my mother for being my best friend
Thank you my mother for being my trusted adviser
I honestly wish you HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
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Oh! My Mama, Happy Mother's Day!
Oh! My mama, happy mother’s day
You are the greatest mother I have ever had
You are my mother today
You will be my mother tomorrow
You are always my mother
You will forever be my mother
Thank you my mother for bringing me into this world
Thank you my mother for taking care of me in your womb
Thank you my mother caring for me as a toddler
Thank you my mother for feeding me since I was a baby
Thank you my mother for all the clothes you bought for me
Thank you my mother for teaching me good manners at home
Thank you my mother for sending me to school
Thank you my mother for supervising my homework
Thank you my mother for ensuring I eat before going to school
Thank you my mother for all the regular pocket money
Thank you my mother for liking my friends
Thank you my mother for all the everyday advices
My mother always remind me that fingers are not equal
As I grow up, I have seen the correlation of this analogy
To many human beings, neighbors, societies and nationalities
Oh! My mama, thank you for your words of wisdom
My mother taught me many things that I have never read in books
Thank you my mother for all your guiding philosophies
Oh! My mama, I sincerely wish everyday could be Mother’s Day
One day in a year is not enough to thank my wonderful mother
Oh! My mama, I will forever be your child
Oh! My mama, you will eternally be my mother
Thank you my mother for being my best friend
Thank you my mother for being my trusted adviser
I honestly wish you HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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I learn
I learn when I teach others
I learn when I listen
I learn when I read
I learn from children
I learn from animals
I learn from nature
I learn how to breathe
I learn how to live
I learn how to love
I learn how to be a human being
I'm always learning ...
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When
If elephants could fry I'd be a little more optimistic
But I don't see that happening anytime soon
I don't mean to sound so pessimistic
But I don't think that cow really jumped over the moon
When will I wake up?
Why did we break up?
When will we make up?
When money grows on trees
People live in peace
Everyone agrees
When happiness is free
Love can guarantee
You'll come back to me-that's when
I'd love to wake up smiling-full of the joys of spring
And hear on CNN that Elvis lives again
And that John's back with the Beatles and they're going out on tour
I'll be the firs in line for tickets-gotta see that show for sure
When will I wake up?
Why did we break up?
When will we make up?
When money grows on trees
People live in peace
Everyone agrees
When happiness is free
Love can guarantee
You'll come back to me-that's when
When will I wake up?
Why did we break up?
When will we make up?
When money grows on trees
People live in peace
Everyone agrees
When happiness is free
Love can guarantee
You'll come back to me-that's when
song performed by by Shania Twain from Come On Over
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936. Mother, grant me more and more faith. 160408
Mother, grant me more and more faith
Though misfortune chases me till death.
Faith is never experienced in lucky days,
But it comes when I tread fateful ways.
When on lucky peak climbing so high,
People talk heartily about faith and joy!
Mother You teach me the real meaning
Of faith in gloomy life with no blooming!
Though You shut me in dark room;
Though You beat me by ugly broom;
I have none other than You to cling upon.
Faith on You is enough to go on and on!
Let each of my step stumble on sorrow;
I gain vigor again from faith the marrow.
Your names chanted with flowing tears,
Stretch faith roots that my heart bears! 160498
poem by Raman Savithiri
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The teen age Myth
Adolescent anxiety
never really bothered me
When I was young there were no teens
Just men and boys no in betweens.
You started work when you left school
this was accepted as the rule.
The good old days or so they say
when things were done a different way
Teen agers were not invented then.
Perhaps its time to think again
Reintroduce some discipline
to whip the youngster into line.
Ignore the experts who advise
because they lack the expertise.
In raising children of their own
experience they’ve never known.
Adolescents of today
must learn there is no easy way.
They have to work to earn respect.
I am not sure but I suspect.
That most of you agree with me
that nothing in this life is free.
It’s our responsibility
to raise our children properly.
To teach them what they need to know
and yet allow them room to grow.
Though you may think I’m prejudiced
I have the right and I insist
That children should be taught values
before they’re old enough to choose.
To obey the rules or to refuse
After all what can we lose.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Sons Faith, Mothers Pride And Pain
She stood looking down into the empty
Ground where her son would find his resting place.
Recalling her pride and joy, as he grew up
From a baby boy.
How he dreamt of things to come
As he played out in the sun
How he would walk with his head held high
And how she stood by his side.
He would always talk of how
he was destined to help others
And how his life would change
For every step had been pre-arranged.
He talked of things to come
And how it would be done.
He would say: there are many of us
Destined for greatness
but in different kinds of ways.
We just have to thank GOD and
get down on our knees and pray.
Many times I would ask: son! Why do you talk so!
And he would reply: many things we do not know.
But everything will be revealed in its
Proper time and place, and we will be blessed
By the LORDS holy grace.
The changes will not be world wide, and will
Be done a little at a time.
The same as GOD made everything in six days
And on the seventh he rested
So will our faith be tested.
You had always said that there are three things
In life. HOPE, FAITH, AND LOVE.
And one cannot exist without the other two
This was taught to me by you.
You had shown me the power and strength
In HOPE, FAITH, AND LOVE
By your belief in GOD above.
You have made me who I am today
And I thank GOD every day.
Some may see the glass as half full
And some may see it as half empty
I see it as a life of plenty.
You was put here as my mother to teach.
And I was put here as your son to learn.
And in my mind your lessons did burn.
And when it’s time for me to go
In your heart you will know
That I was destined to roam these skies
And to touch the heart of man
In every way that I can.
She recalled the words that he had said to her.
Mother! Why do you worry so?
You have instilled in me FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE
In my heart- and in CHRIST I’ve become a big part.
As they brought the casket to his final resting place
Everyone stood in amazement and awe
To what they had just saw.
she pulled back her shoulders and with
A smile on her face, she nodded to the priest
To give the last rites.
She stood with pride as they lowered the casket
Into the ground.
She stood with pride without making a sound.
She knew he was where he was destined to be
As the beautiful spirit flying free.
Everyone felt a chill, and they all looked around.
For they all knew “ he was heaven bound”.
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Sons Faith, Mothers Pride And Joy
She stood looking down into the empty
Ground where her son would find his resting place.
Recalling her pride and joy, as he grew up
From a baby boy.
How he dreamt of things to come
As he played out in the sun
How he would walk with his head held high
And how she stood by his side.
He would always talk of how
he was destined to help others
And how his life would change
For every step had been pre-arranged.
He talked of things to come
And how it would be done.
He would say: there are many of us
Destined for greatness
but in different kinds of ways.
We just have to thank GOD and
get down on our knees and pray.
Many times I would ask: son! Why do you talk so!
And he would reply: many things we do not know.
But everything will be revealed in its
Proper time and place, and we will be blessed
By the LORDS holy grace.
The changes will not be world wide, and will
Be done a little at a time.
The same as GOD made everything in six days
And on the seventh he rested
So will our faith be tested.
You had always said that there are three things
In life. HOPE, FAITH, AND LOVE.
And one cannot exist without the other two
This was taught to me by you.
You had shown me the power and strength
In HOPE, FAITH, AND LOVE
By your belief in GOD above.
You have made me who I am today
And I thank GOD every day.
Some may see the glass as half full
And some may see it as half empty
I see it as a life of plenty.
You was put here as my mother to teach.
And I was put here as your son to learn.
And in my mind your lessons did burn.
And when it’s time for me to go
In your heart you will know
That I was destined to roam these skies
And to touch the heart of man
In every way that I can.
She recalled the words that he had said to her.
Mother! Why do you worry so?
You have instilled in me FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE
In my heart- and in CHRIST I’ve become a big part.
As they brought the casket to his final resting place
Everyone stood in amazement and awe
To what they had just saw.
she pulled back her shoulders and with
A smile on her face, she nodded to the priest
To give the last rites.
She stood with pride as they lowered the casket
Into the ground.
She stood with pride without making a sound.
She knew he was where he was destined to be
As the beautiful spirit flying free.
Everyone felt a chill, and they all looked around.
For they all knew “ he was heaven bound”.
poem by Louis Rams
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Wake Up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up from your slumber
For strength belongs to
He who put himself together
Never look down
But carry your crown
Arise and shine
For at the end of every rain
Comes the sunshine
Yesterday and today
Are not the same
Today is sadness
Tomorrow comes happiness
It is not the fall
But how you rise again
Wake up from the pain
For time wasted
Can never be gained again
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up from your slumber
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Break The Arms
Bulls of Bashan,
I have seen many thingsntoday!
So, save me from the lion's mouth;
And like your love in the bush of peace.
You have taught me many things;
And like a bridegroom from his canopy,
But my voice will be heard today, because of your love.
With many tears,
With many ears,
With many fears,
With many wears,
With many dears,
With many bears,
With many gears,
With many spears,
And like going out and coming in with the muse of love;
But, he who hears my song is like she who is nearer to your house,
For, you have taught me many things.
I am drawn to you because of love,
And like the beds of the seas and the apples of your eyes! !
But, the truth is for free.
Break the arms of the evil one!
For, the wonderful inheritance is near;
But, trust in Yahweh for He is true;
And like the beds of the seas and the apples of your eyes,
For, you have taught me many things.
Yellow and blue equals to green,
Yellow and red equals to orange,
Red and blue equals to black,
But we don't need signs to believe in your muse;
So, do offer the sacrifice of righteousness to all around.
Of mercy and justice,
Maditate on the laws day and night;
For, a picture at hand is worth more than thousands of words.
Why is the world like this? !
But, let the field be joyful;
And always seve Yahweh to glorify His Name.
Time is passing by,
And we don't need signs to believe in your muse;
For, she is crying now! But, time will tell.
Learn the laws of peace,
Learn the laws of love,
And try to call on the family's home of the righteous always;
For, the odds of life are always seen around us.
Where is Satan? ! !
Maybe, she's standing around you;
Where is Satan? ! !
Maybe, he is standing around you;
Where is Satan? ! !
Maybe, he or she is among us!
But, the trumpet is now sounded and, how many of us are now ready for the battle?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Be Very Patient
Be very patient,
The potter's clay;
Be very wise,
The writer's pen;
Be very useful,
Of the muse of life with a living hope;
Let your yes be yes and your no be no.
Life is like the patience of Iyyob,
So abstain from fleshly lust;
Like the days of our visitations on this earth.
Sarah obeyed Abraham,
Like the sea and the seashore;
So established are the two witnesses.
Oh womb, womb, womb!
Oh bomb, bomb, bpomb! !
Oh tomb, tomb, tomb! ! !
Be very patient in this life.
Womb. bomb, tomb;
The womb is opened.
Womb, bomb, tomb;
The earth is defiled.
Womb, bomb, tomb;
The time of trouble on this earth with our muses.
Our bombs will shake the heavens,
And our sins will led us to our tombs;
As it is written in the Book Of Life like,
A child born today from the womb.
We came out of the womb and,
Many of us will be killed by the bombs! !
Which will finally send us into the tombs.
Read about the facts,
Learn about the truth,
Our days of darkness from the womb!
We came out of the womb and,
Are destroying the world with our bombs;
Soon, we will be buried in the tombs!
Womb, bomb, tomb;
Be very patient on this earth without hatred.
Lets be each others keeper,
Lets learn for the truth of all things;
Our days on this earth is still very short.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lack Of Knowledge
For the lack of knowledge my people perish,
And one cuts a tree and decorate it;
But my people want it so.
Oh yes, for the writers of old had falsified the truth and,
Many do run for it like the madness of war on this earth.
Do you know Zeus of Olympics?
Today we have Olympic Games and many are yet to learn.
You've got the machinery and I've got the words so,
Without my words you cannot print out thr books;
So, i don't see why why i should pay you money to be published.
Come to Africa and do see things for yourself,
Come and let us also teach you what are not in your books;
For lack of knowledge my people do perish.
Come and learn from us too,
It is like our lives all day long with all the raw materials;
These are your wants so do pay for them,
Like the sugar needed in tea for one to drink.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ive Got Time
Words and music by bob seger
I was born at the break of dawning
In the last days of the last great war
My father was not in the fighting
And my mother never had to mourn
I was raised, raised and taught to hurry
Ive been hurrying and worrying all my days
But now as Im getting older
I think Im learning how to run the race
And with you by my side, your heart close to mine,
Ive got time
I used to wake up every morning
And lie there far too long
I had no reason for living
Everything I did was wrong
With you, and your faith in me,
Oh, how you made my whole life shine
And Ive got time
You, and your faith in me,
Little girl, you made my whole life shine
And Ive got time
song performed by by Bob Seger
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A Catholic House-warming Prayer
By sweat of human forehead built,
And money earned in honest ways;
Reside good Christians within it;
God bless this family always!
O Holy Spirit, Dove of peace,
Preserve love, faith and unity;
Help us to live our life with ease
Through fortitude and piety.
O Mother Mary, pray for us!
Ask Jesus Christ to ever bless,
And keep our souls in grace of God,
Until we part to His abode!
Saint Joseph, show us God is first,
And how to be a father best;
And teach our children about Christ,
And emulate the Holy Nest.
O saints and angels, dwell here-in;
Pray that we stay away from sin;
And keep our soul’s gaze towards God,
Living our lives, like Jesus Lord.
O Jesus Lord, bless us, we pray;
Protect this home both night and day;
Help us to carry our life’s cross,
And serve God nobly without pause!
Lord Jesus, be our guiding Light;
Help us to speak the Truth always;
Goad us to do all things aright;
Proclaiming God to human race!
Dedicated lovingly to my dear sister Dr. A.Sugagemma, M.D.,
Dr. Gangadharan M.S., and son, Gautham Anto
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-17-2009
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Due To Money
Due to money good friendships have come to an end
For money can make an enemy out of a friend
And due to money many are serving prison time
For money or lack of it leads many to serious crime
Due to money the Fifth Commandment has often been broken it does seem sad to say
That some with their lives due to money do pay
Those who say money is not important to reality not true
If you owe someone a lot of money for Court you are due
Whoever say money is not important believe their own lie
People have been bashed over money and left there to die
And people due to money feel happy to deceive
And that it does speak every language you ought to believe
Yes money out of a friend can make a foe
I am telling you something you already know.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Want To Say Thanks For My Mother
I want to say Thanks for my Mother,
To me she taught how to Love one another;
With only one hand, to do the work she had to do,
But; she worked as if it was more hands than two.
She took us each Sunday to church and Sunday school,
And really cared to teach us children, the golden Rule;
That we need to Love God, and obey and Trust Him too,
Yes, if only she were here right now, I'd say to her thankyou.
My Mother taught us girls to learn, how to be truthful, also,
And how to read and also to Pray, and to others love to show;
She also taught us how to cook, to sew and knit as well,
These things is a lot for one hand lady, is what I can tell.
She was a foster Mother to many a child and baby, it's true,
Some with health problems, and that couldn't say thankyou;
Some had other difficulties, some were very bad as well,
But Mum certainly showed she loved them, oh yes! We could tell.
So Mum if you could have been here today, and read this now,
It tells you thanks for everything, I love you any how;
Sometimes we were naughty, played up when you were tired too,
So! Mum, I'm sorry for those times, and Mum I say Thankyou.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Hideaway
i dream back of the past, where the womb i stay, is nothing
but a place where i can be in a day.......
moving out is not but a dream that everybody is busy, looking
something that everybody couldn't see......
my thought is humble to think that, in the shelves i use to play is
but a womb's mother i usually think that it is easy to be free....
i always ask even if it takes lust, all the memory is gone, only
the bad things is fun....
all it seems, it is fine and everything is with me, knowing i made
it for that day, wandering for every joy would leads me to make
me happy.....
i have stand on my own, i know where i go, believing that i am a
little god, great as it could be, never i hold to the womb iam
fold.....
innocent as a child, all day long i wait to the mother breast i suck,
to the milk iam glad, leaving behind the pain i my hands
let the hideaway may come in my dreams i stand, may you always be
in my mother womb i stay..... for only in my mother's womb.... i
could be free
poem by Antonio Liao
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