Sincere Milk
Gird up the loins of your mind,
Be sober and hope for the end;
All flesh is as grass and,
All the glory of man is as flowers:
It will all wither away.
Malice, guile, hypocrisy, envy and evil speaking;
Like newborn babies who,
Long for the sincere milk of life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Loins
Gird up the loins of your mind and be sober,
For in a broad day liht a child is killed!
And the mind will sift us like the wheat.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Be Called A Friend
Malice, guile, hypocrisy, eny and evil!
They all clapped their hands to lead you astray;
But learn what is right to be called a friend,
For you do not know what tomorrow may bring.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn king!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled
Joyful all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With thangelic host proclaim
Christ is born in bethlehem.
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn king!
Christ, by highest heavn adored
Christ the everlasting lord
Late in time behold him come
Offspring of the favored one
Veiled in flesh, the godhead see
Hail thincarnate deity
Pleased, as man with men to dwell
Jesus, our immanuel!
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn king!
Oh, oh, oh
Ah
Hail! the heavn born prince of peace!
Hail! the son of righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings
Risn with healing in his wings
(mild he lays his glory by)
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn king!
Yeah
song performed by by Jewel
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A Conscience Mind
A conscience mind is a sober mind
And a sober mind keeps you complete
As it will try to keep your soul honest
And will try to keep you from deceit.
It will tell and show you right from wrong
Everyday and every moment of your life
While dictating the actions you should take
So to keep you away for evil and strife.
The ethical and moral principles in your brain
That will enter you though your thoughts
And some ideals will want to lead you astray
From the goodness your conscience has sought.
A conscience mind it will let you sleep
While a evil mind will keep you sleepless and awake
As it will remind you of the evils you had done
And also the guilt you gave through sins you did take.
I wonder though Is it a devil or an angel
That stands besides us to whisper into our ear
That will lead us from sin or away from evil
I wander what voice is it that you or I do hear.
A conscience mind is the greatest mind
More precious than riches or wealth we might find
As it will help us lead us to either to heaven or hell
So GOD bless us all with our conscience mind.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Hark The Herald Angel Sing
Verse 1:
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn king!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With th angelic host proclaim,
Christ is born in bethlehem.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn king!
(the following verse is not sung on the boney m version)
Verse 2:
Christ, by highest heavn adored:
Christ, the everlasting lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the favored one.
Veild in flesh, the godhead see;
Hail, thincarnate deity:
Pleased, as man, with men to dwell,
Jesus, our emmanuel!
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn king!
Verse 3:
Hail! the heavn-born prince of peace!
Hail! the son of righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die:
Born to raise the sone of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn king!
Repeat verse 1
song performed by by Boney M.
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Long live the new flesh!
Where evil dwells
Northport, l.i.
Mutilation murder
Grisly sacrificial slaughter
Knights of the black circle
Stabbed him in the woods
At the sound of crow-call (croak-all)
He said, "i love thee, satan" (satin)
Half burnt body found
Buried in a shallow grave
Stabbed him in the throat
Stab!
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Where evil dwells
Northport, long island
Mutilation moider
Grisly sacrificial slaughter
Forsake your homosexuality
Half burnt body found
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh, kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh, kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Where evil dwells
Northport long island
Half burnt body found
Naked in a leather mask
Mutilation murder
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh, kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh, kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long!
song performed by by Fear Factory
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Definition Of Hope
Hope is the sweet scent
Of flowers in the morning.
Hope is the cool gentle breeze
On a warm summer's day.
Hope is the knowledge of stability
From a man in mourning.
Hope is the bright shining light
Keeping darkness at bay.
Hope is the calming warmth
During a cold winter.
Hope is the determination
Of an athelete on the track.
Hope is the potential
Of a newborn baby.
Hope is the love
Between you and me!
{28/07/2007}
poem by Istiqur Rahman
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Hope.
Hope is the sweet, sweet scent
of flowers in the morning
Hope is the cool gentle breeze
on a warm summer's day
Hope is the knowledge of stability
from a son in mourning
Hope is the bright shining light
keeping darkness at bay
Hope is the calming warmth
during a cold winter
Hope is the determination
of an athelete on the track
Hope is the potential
of a newborn baby
Hope is the love
between you and me
Hope springs eternal
poem by Krantol Northic
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A Joss stick and fragrant flowers
In front of your statue
I burn on the same altar
With a smell of incense
Among these soft tiny flowers.
And I realize that I convert into ashes very soon
As the flowers wither.
We never live together for a long,
And I hope we meet again someday
Somewhere beyond the sky?
A humble dedication to the poetess Sue Ann Simar
*Remember the sorrows of earth.Look with kindness on those who suffer, who struggles against difficulties, who drink of the bitterness of life.
-Prayer in time of need.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Fake People
All the time
I look in your eyes
But what I see
And what you say to me
Are two totally different things
You pretend you put on a façade
I only wish you knew that I'm not
The only one who sees it as odd
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people
So now I must ask who are your friends
Are they really what they seem to be
Or are they just trying to hide from you their envy
Do your friends really have your back
Or is it that that's where by them you've been stabbed
I once had a friend
One I thought would be there for me till the end
Then one day my happiness ended and theirs began
And when I needed someone to lean on
Behind me did no one stand
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people
Be careful who you let know your business
'Cause in the end
Rumors about you they could be spreadin'
Don't put your trust in people who don't trust you
There's no telling what they're liable to say or do
Grow smarter with each experience
And you'll see true friends
Are the friends who are their with and for you till the end
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people
(1998)
poem by Dionne K. Kelly
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Ponder
The tufts of grass grew tall along the wall,
then through the fence, continued on their way,
into a meadow.
There, wild flowers grew,
in vivid colours of every hue,
and were strewn down the hill in disarray,
sparkling bright in the early newborn day,
leaving the mind to ponder on it all.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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God Was Right
God was right when he made the women
Because men built house for the women to live in with their families
And he included a kitchen
But God knew that if the house had a kitchen the women would be better The whole night cooking for her family
And God knew that the kitchen was the perfect place for women
God was right when he made women so that they can have babies
And feed the babies milk from her breasts and change all the babies Diapers everyday
Because the only way babies communicate is by crying
And all the babies needs their naps
God was right when he made the women
So she could be there to do the family laundry also
And women's job is never done at home
Because as long as she lives she will be the slave of home
poem by Aldo Kraas
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To The Hypocrite
i
Many kiss the hand
they wish cut off
ii
we despise the pleasure of pleasing people
whom we despise
iii
The lips are smiling,
but is the heart?
iv
A hypocrite is the kind of politician
who would cut down a redwood tree,
then mount the stump
and make a speech
for conservation
v
The value of an idea
has nothing to do
with the success
of the man
who expresses it.
vi
It is with pious fraud
as with a bad action;
it begets
a calamitous necessity
of going on.
vii
Every man alone is sincere;
at the entrance of a second person
hypocrisy begins.
viii
The wolf was sick,
he vowed a monk to be-
But when he got well,
a wolf once more was he.
ix
It is a trick among
the dishonest to offer
sacrifices that are not needed,
or not possible,
to avoid making
x
For neither man
nor angel can discern hypocrisy,
the only evil
that walks invisible.
those that are required.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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i
Many kiss the hand
they wish cut off
ii
we despise the pleasure of pleasing people
whom we despise
iii
The lips are smiling,
but is the heart?
iv
A hypocrite is the kind of politician
who would cut down a redwood tree,
then mount the stump
and make a speech
for conservation
v
The value of an idea
has nothing to do
with the success
of the man
who expresses it.
vi
It is with pious fraud
as with a bad action;
it begets
a calamitous necessity
of going on.
vii
Every man alone is sincere;
at the entrance of a second person
hypocrisy begins.
viii
The wolf was sick,
he vowed a monk to be-
But when he got well,
a wolf once more was he.
ix
It is a trick among
the dishonest to offer
sacrifices that are not needed,
or not possible,
to avoid making
x
For neither man
nor angel can discern hypocrisy,
the only evil
that walks invisible.
those that are required.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Memories They Bring
I would never waste the hours
Of the time that is mine own,
Writing verses about flowers
For their own sweet sakes alone;
Gushing as a schoolgirl gushes
Over babies at their best—
Or as poets trill of thrushes,
Larks, and starlings and the rest.
I am not a man who praises
Beauty that he cannot see,
But the buttercups and daisies
Bring my childhood back to me;
And before life’s bitter battle,
That breaks lion hearts and kills,
Oh the waratah and wattle
Saw my boyhood on the hills.
It was “Cissy” or Cecilia,
And I loved her very much,
When I wore the white camelia
That will wither at a touch.
Ah, the fairest chapter closes
With lilies white and blue,
When the wild days with the roses
Cast their glamour over you!
Vine leaves fall and laurels wither
(Madd’ning drink and pride insane),
And the fate that sends us hither
Ever takes us back again.
Fading flowers—slow pulsations—
Flowers pressed for memory
But the red and pink carnations
Speak most bitter things to me.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Golden Streets Of Glory
Glory to his name, oh, holy, holy
Theres a city where the streets are paved in gold
A land where the milk and the honey flow
And a mansion which for me
cause my Bible tells the story
I just hope my feet are clean enough
To walk upon the golden streets of glory
Green meadows where the little children play
No sorrow there, just one long happy day
And none will litter there except the pure and the holy
I just hope my feet are clean enough
To walk upon the golden streets of glory
And when Ive reached my journeys end
And if Im worthy to go in
Golden streets of glory, I walk on
And the golden streets of my new home
Will lead me up to the masters throne
With the angel band Ill sing
Glory to his name, oh, holy, holy
I just hope my feet are clean enough
To walk upon the golden streets of glory
Hallelujah, I just hope my feet are clean enough
To walk upon the golden streets of glory
And when Ive reached my journeys end
And if Im worthy to go in
Golden streets of glory, Ill walk on
And the golden streets of my new home
Will lead me up to the masters throne
With the angel band Ill sing
Glory to his name, oh, holy, holy
I just hope my feet are clean enough
To walk upon the golden streets of glory
Hallelujah, I just hope my feet are clean enough
To walk upon the golden streets of glory
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Love and Flowers
Love is like flowers,
that bud, blossom, bloom,
and sadly sometimes
fades and die.
Like flowers of the seasons,
that brings colours to our world.
Love has the same effect,
bringing sunshine o our lives.
Like the flowers that wither and die.
Love can sometimes wither
eventually to fade away,
but not always.
10 August 2007
poem by David Harris
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The Word of God Stands Forever
All men are like the flowers and grass that soon will wither away,
However, the Eternal Word of God my friend forever is here to stay.
For in the beginning was The Word and The Word was with God,
Friend not only was The Word with God, The Word is Eternal God.
Jesus Christ is Lord and God and the very Living Word my friend,
He's The Alpha and Omega, and He's the beginning and the end.
Jesus is the Maker and the Sustainer of all things created on earth,
But the only way to truly know The Word is to experience a New Birth.
Then Christ will send The Holy Spirit from His dwelling high above,
He will seal you for the day of Glory, while filling you with love.
The Spirit will then start teaching you Truths from The Word of God,
And will put your feet firmly on a brand new path on which to trod.
For the natural man who lives by bread alone will not live forever,
This will only happen if following The Word is your life's endeavor.
Then His Word will be a lamp for your feet and a light on your path,
Guiding you to Eternal Glory, as Christ delivers you from His wrath.
Sadly many people live like there's no tomorrow in their own desire,
And since they thought The Word was foolish, will finish in the fire.
Like the grass they will perish at the end of their earthly endeavor,
While The Eternal Word of God in Glory continues to stand forever.
(Copyright © 04/2003)
Evil will perish,
Evil will perish,
Evil will perish,
The good will be seen by God,
All that man did on earth,
There is the remedy that will make that good occur,
Every mean's that we are alive,
I came to understand life's glory than miseries,
In all that is to be done,
Man is evil minded,
But with God's grace there is the living that will be fair with that Infinite,
I think,
That the evil will perish,
The love of God will let man see the glory coming,
From all the good,
Then evil will perish,
An everlasting covenant with God will not end but Increase.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Personal Talk
I
I AM not One who much or oft delight
To season my fireside with personal talk.--
Of friends, who live within an easy walk,
Or neighbours, daily, weekly, in my sight:
And, for my chance-acquaintance, ladies bright,
Sons, mothers, maidens withering on the stalk,
These all wear out of me, like Forms, with chalk
Painted on rich men's floors, for one feast-night.
Better than such discourse doth silence long,
Long, barren silence, square with my desire;
To sit without emotion, hope, or aim,
In the loved presence of my cottage-fire,
And listen to the flapping of the flame,
Or kettle whispering its faint undersong.
II
'Yet life,' you say, 'is life; we have seen and see,
And with a living pleasure we describe;
And fits of sprightly malice do but bribe
The languid mind into activity.
Sound sense, and love itself, and mirth and glee
Are fostered by the comment and the gibe.'
Even be it so; yet still among your tribe,
Our daily world's true Worldlings, rank not me!
Children are blest, and powerful; their world lies
More justly balanced; partly at their feet,
And part far from them: sweetest melodies
Are those that are by distance made more sweet;
Whose mind is but the mind of his own eyes,
He is a Slave; the meanest we can meet!
III
Wings have we,--and as far as we can go,
We may find pleasure: wilderness and wood,
Blank ocean and mere sky, support that mood
Which with the lofty sanctifies the low.
Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good:
Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
There find I personal themes, a plenteous store,
Matter wherein right voluble I am,
To which I listen with a ready ear;
Two shall be named, pre-eminently dear,--
The gentle Lady married to the Moor;
And heavenly Una with her milk-white Lamb,
IV
Nor can I not believe but that hereby
Great gains are mine; for thus I live remote
From evil-speaking; rancour, never sought,
Comes to me not; malignant truth, or lie.
Hence have I genial seasons, hence have I
Smooth passions, smooth discourse, and joyous thought:
And thus from day to day my little boat
Rocks in its harbour, lodging peaceably.
Blessings be with them--and eternal praise,
Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares--
The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs
Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays!
Oh! might my name be numbered among theirs,
Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
poem by William Wordsworth
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