The Carcas
A sacrifice after childbirth,
The period of separation;
A suspensive guilt like,
The carcas of an unclean animal.
To be fully cooked,
The meat is roasting over an open fire!
It must be very neat as well.
One person touches an unclean thing,
Another person touches a clean thing;
All in this world to make a choice.
The gleanings of a field,
To reap the harvest;
Olives and grapes,
You may eat its fruits;
But three times in a year you must keep the feast.
He is a stranger,
She is a stranger,
The first tithe is Holy;
Of leaven and honey,
Of peace and love,
Do not eat blood.
To the second tithe of grain,
To the second tithe of wine,
To the second tithe of oil,
Like a daughter of a priest;
Do not eat it raw or boiled,
It must be roasted!
He is poor to pay his debts,
She is poor to pay her debts,
Like a sacrifice after childbirth;
But he is a native of your own country.
Love, peace and care;
She is a native of your own country.
One thing is clean to you and,
Another is unclean to me;
But like life's own choices,
We have to offer a sacrifice after childbirth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Ten Percent Gospel or Malachi Syndrome
Tithe, Tithe, Tithe!
Your money give to God
Tithe, Tithe, Tithe!
Will your God you rob?
Mix LAW and FAITH together
And set a precedent,
Mix LAW and FAITH together
But start at ten percent!
For me to tithe? it's not of faith
It's like - not eating ham,
For me to tithe? it's not of faith
Don't make the gospel a sham!
Give Freely, Freely, Freely
For, in the Christ you are made alive,
Give Freely, Freely, Freely
And make His ROOD your tithe! ! !
'Freely you have received, freely give.'
Matthew 10: 7-16; Acts 4: 36,37
(The tithe in Malachi was food, somewhere along the line it's been changed to money, most likely
by 'money hungry' pastors who see themselves a as type of Levitical Priesthood, and live like
parasites off the sheep, the 34th of Ezekiel says it all.)
poem by Richard Merrell
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Fallen Grapes
The fallen grapes must be left for the poor and,
Do not destroy fuit trees around you;
For the carcass of an unclean animal becomes ritually unclean.
A Nazirite must let his hair grow during the period of separation,
But must shave it after this period with a sacrifice;
For the laws are written down for mankind to obey.
A man who violates a virgin must pay the bride price!
Because the tears on my face means a lot to me;
For my lover is like a hole dug out from a rock.
Fallen grapes,
And of the muse of things around me;
But one day i will be known by others for who i am.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Unclean becomes clean in needs
A cow’s mouth is held unclean
But not so is its udder.
A dog’s jaw is held unclean
But not so is the hunted
That it brought by its jaw to the hunter.
Every unclean is clean
When a woman is at night.
The need cleanse the dirt
24.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It's funny, to me, the way people refer to childbirth as a miraculous event. A miracle is something that defies nature. Only, childbirth has got to be the most natural thing in the world. Top three anyway. But, on the other hand, when you think about it, there's really no other word that fits. Sperm. Egg. A coincidental meshing of genetic information that will grow something that could write an opera or cook up some Napalm. It blows my mind.
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The Rich Man And The Poor Man
Two men were walking to Heaven
On the day that both men died...
At the age of seventy-seven,
The limit that God supplied...
The rich man and the poor man,
Now together, side-by-side,
Became aware God had a plan
And it couldn't be denied...
They each told stories good and bad,
Despite depressing heartaches...
The poor man gave God what he had,
From the tithe that each man makes...
They each had merits all their own,
Both their triumphs and mistakes
And times they struggled all alone,
And their share of lucky breaks...
Then suddenly they heard God's voice,
'Only one can I let in!
It's up to you to make that choice,
Who will lose and who will win! '
The two men prayed and prayed and prayed,
As if both kith and kin,
Until their final choice was made,
Which caused them much chagrin...
The poor man chose to stand his ground,
For the new friend that he met,
Because for him new love had found,
Like the love you can't forget...
'Receive him, Lord! And bless him, too...
And forgive his every debt...
For in life, he never knew You
And it's filled him with regret...'
poem by Denis Martindale
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Let No Man Deceive You
The rabbit is unclean to you,
And the pig is unclean to you!
Neither shall you defile yourselves with any creature that moves about on the ground;
So come out from among them and be separated,
And do not touch unclean things.
Consecrate yourselves in the land of the living with peace and love,
And let no man deceive you by letting you think otherwise;
For it is shameful to speak of those things which are done by them in secret!
The unfaithful works of the darkness are like,
Those who eat swine's flesh;
But let no man deceive you with vain words,
For sexual vice or impurity is also seen around them.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Forgotten Sheaves
The earth will weep and the people will know it,
But the lake which burns with fire is always around us.
The seven-year-cycle of love and the fallen grapes for the poor,
The forgotten sheaves in the field should be let to them always.
Clean animals must be slaghtered and shared,
Armageddon, armageddon! !
Her bowls are thrown into the air like the shearing of the sheep;
But her wars on earth were divided into three parts.
Of frogs and dragons,
That which is evil should not be your friend;
For Enoch was the seventh from Adam.
Hail falling from heaven! ! !
Of things cut without hands;
And like a stone from a great millstone.
The city had no need of the sun and,
The offspring of David is here to teach us;
But the sayings of the prophecy will not be heard by many.
The lamp is the Lamb and the city need no light,
Like the unclean spirits in the sea of blood.
Leave the forgotten sheaves for the poor and,
Help one another in times of need;
Like rain water and ice-blocks in the smoke of her burning.
I am sitting very calm in my room but i have to think,
For the key of the bottomless pit is with her;
And these events are part of the prophecies to come.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Holier Than Thou
In the land of demonic praises...
They mask deception well.
Basking in torment and daily heated hell,
They are called to worship from kilns of comfort
To speak in tongues!
To convince those wrung with guilt and anxiety...
They are holier than 'thou'!
Allowing a congregation freshly singed to cool
From a blistering message performed to remind them
Of the instigating presence of Lucifer
In their lives!
IF they do not tithe in 'spirited' devotion
In the name of the Lord and His great sacrifice...
That have kept them out of the bowels of evil!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Book Of The Law
True love is like the light that shines in the dark places!
So keep the commandments and be free with your mind to live in peace;
For my words are true on this love in this thixk forest around me,
But, do not withhold the wages of a hired worker beyond the agreed time.
Do not take advantage of thwe windows and the orphans aroun you,
And a judge must not pervert the Justice due to the stranger!
However, do not eat any unclean fish and seafood.
Fish, dish, polish, Kish, finish, Irish, nourish, garnish, punish, furnish;
But you are closer to a human corpse and, that makes you ritually unclean!
However, the king of your town must acquire and apply the Book of the Law to rule his people.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Who Have Done A Great Sin?
The person who killed a living being, say animal or bird
The person who has supported and witnessed the killing
The person who bought the meat of the deceased animal and bird;
If you think twice, even
The person who cooked the meat of the same and
The person who ate the cooked meat;
All the five are considered to have done a great sin.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Can Never Fade
Love can never fade
As it is not business or trade
We are slaves of sentiments
Some to be shared with joy and some with grief moments
Human being has never been concerned
The table is always turned
Either it is man or woman
But ultimately a loss to human
No one can judge actual reason
It varies from person to person
Some one calls it as betrayal
And someone terms it as disloyal
One thing is sure and certain
Love is dedication and may always cause pain
One should not express it one sided
The severance should be taken as love divided
It results from apprehension and mistrust
It may be purely beauty blind show and lust
Real love may prefer to sacrifice for any reason
But never blame it for silly cause of a person
To endure love is not only difficult
But also a great sacrifice to bear insult
Both have come such close to each other
That it becomes unbearable to live without other
Death has been described best ally of mankind
It ends pain and agony and helps to wind
The death journey when it becomes unbearable
When person losses all faith and becomes incapable
To end the life is an act of cowardice
Love doesn't demand breach of promises
Yet it demands greater degree of appreciation
As everything hangs in balance and relation
I would love to mention here out of context
Love is such holy thing to be kept at its best
No blame from either side should be aired
It is great divine gift from the god and be admired
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I No Longer Wish To Change The World
The thoughts of changing the World I no longer entertain
The dreams I had of peace on Earth with me did not remain
For famines, wars and terrorism it does seem are with us forever more
I want to be a better person now just that and nothing more.
I just want to be a better person now that is all I wish to be
To make this World a better place to live in should not be up to me
To help those who are frail and old and on low incomes without expecting pay
I would feel pleased if I could perform one good deed every day.
I once dreamt I would change the World but I've forsaken that idea
Though I would feel pleased if I could help one person in poverty
To mow one poor old lady's grass and not charge her a thing
It seems like a feel good thing to do some happiness to a poor one bring.
I no longer wish to change the World I just wish to live and let live
And to help some poorer one than I some of my free time give
War, famines, terrorism and poverty all around the World are rife
And it seems a sad thing for to say that they are a part of life.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The sacrifice which causes sorrow to the doer of the sacrifice is no sacrifice. Real sacrifice lightens the mind of the doer and gives him a sense of peace and joy. The Buddha gave up the pleasures of life because they had become painful to him.
quote by Mahatma Gandhi
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Insatiable
I am a faceless person and,
I am like the word beyond the world that touches your feelings;
Because when the sun rises,
Its sunset tolls to the legs pof many on a dreadful day.
Insatiable appetites,
But come back tonight for more;
For i am in search of my identity to express my feelings,
And like the love of the rising sun.
Peace and stability,
Love and passions;
Fly to the land of love to crown my name,
For i am the faceless person around your love!
Teenage pregnancy and school dropout,
Unemployment and hard drugs!
But try to support your brothers and sisters like,
The use of the right herbs of the forest! !
And like nature's stronghold in Affrica.
Lustrous as grapes and mangoes,
Endless with the wild paradise to study my muse;
But i will live always to tell my story,
And like the peace and the stability around you.
The democratic usage of enigmatic delight,
I am the faceless person around your love;
And like a traumatic experiences in the land of your muse,
But i am like the word that touches your feelings.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Grandpa Danie Brand
When at sixteen
he had to survive in the field
many times he was hungry
he was delivered to the sun,
the wind and rain
and at times were half frozen,
but he took shots at Englishmen
(who burned their farm to the ground)
past when his gun barrel
were glowing white-hot
and burnt blisters on his hands
and those blisters
became open wounds
as he kept firing
and as a child
I saw those scars
and he was a man
who served God
and gave his tithe
and took good care of his workers,
but he could not tolerate an Englishman.
Still there’s something of him in me
to stand against
the oppression of my people
until it ends.
[Reference: Second Anglo-Boer war.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Markus
Do not eat the eagle, vulture, kite and the falcon;
Do not eat the buzzard, raven, ostrich and the owl;
Do not eat the seagull, stock osprey and the hawlk;
For they are all unclean to your health.
Of an emission of semen to the love of an ovary,
Thereafter comes a baby into this world;
But try to teach your child the truth about life.
Do not eat the mole, large lizard, gecko and the monitor lizard;
Do not eat the chameleon, sand reptile, sand lizard and the snakes;
Do not eat the snail, turtle, frog and the pig;
For they are all unclean to your body.
Forty days to a male child and eighty days to the female child,
For she who has given birth knows the rules;
And you shall not have sexual relation with an animal.
Markus, you are the son of my sorrow;
and i have to borrow to keep you up.
Markus, you need to learn from your father always;
And do not eat the heron, hoopoe, bat and the rodent!
For they are all unclean to your heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Gods Peace
The world is full of hurt.
Everyone has a little dirt.
Anyone can stop the hurt.
Bye rubbing off all the dirt.
And to stop the grief.
And war.
Then slam the door to all the evil.
We shall not let the devil tempt us no more.
And lead him out the door.
Then let God in.
With a warm greeting and smile.
Then he gives you this wonderful thing.
It’s called peace.
He gave us peace.
So we can cease all the evil and war.
He doesn’t like all the violence this world holds.
That is another reason he gave us peace.
He gives us peace when things are depressing.
He gives us peace when times are hard.
He gives us peace when a person who is close to you passes away.
When you pray he gives you peace.
When things are quiet he gives you peace.
He also gives you peace when the devil is tempting you.
So that you get strong and say no to his offer.
When you say no to his offer.
You will know you did the right thing.
Then you will be glad.
He gave you peace.
poem by Devyn Zielanski
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Love is not nothing
Love is not nothing
It is a more
Some thing of life....
What is some thing...? !
Little bit happy
Simply side help...!
Tid bits of sacrifice
Fully of thankfull...!
With love fill...
Too life...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Mother
From the time I was small
I remember you Mom
praying on your knees
in front of Him
who hears every thing
and understands
and past who
nothing ever goes
and how we together
had to sit in church
with respect
and even had to give our cents
as tithe to the Lord.
Mom, your love is
so selfless and unbounded
as if Jesus Himself
marked off the borders
of your humanity
and although the years
past just too quickly
you are in your old age
still my leaning post,
my advisor, my anchor
and my mast
like only the
most wonderful mother
can fit into the heart
of a boy and man.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Very Thing That Makes You Rich
My father told me, lying on his bed of death,
"boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self
'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand
And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor
The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor"
That's right!
Well, i put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes i did
Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes i did, i sure did
While you were living high on the hog
You had me down here scuffling like a dog
Well, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Don't you never ever make such a bad mistake
You know i'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake
Then to work hard every day bringing that woman all my pay
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor,
Makes me so damn poor
The thing that makes her rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich make me poor
Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Makes me so damned poor
Money won't change it, no no...
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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