The Voice of Age
She'd look upon us, if she could,
As hard as Rhadamanthus would;
Yet one may see,—who sees her face,
Her crown of silver and of lace,
Her mystical serene address
Of age alloyed with loveliness,—
That she would not annihilate
The frailest of things animate.
She has opinions of our ways,
And if we’re not all mad, she says,—
If our ways are not wholly worse
Than others, for not being hers,—
There might somehow be found a few
Less insane things for us to do,
And we might have a little heed
Of what Belshazzar couldn’t read.
She feels, with all our furniture,
Room yet for something more secure
Than our self-kindled aureoles
To guide our poor forgotten souls;
But when we have explained that grace
Dwells now in doing for the race,
She nods—as if she were relieved;
Almost as if she were deceived.
She frowns at much of what she hears,
And shakes her head, and has her fears;
Though none may know, by any chance,
What rose-leaf ashes of romance
Are faintly stirred by later days
That would be well enough, she says,
If only people were more wise,
And grown-up children used their eyes.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:
Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;
The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,
Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;
And thine own sadness, where of stars, grown old
In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.
Come near, that no more blinded hy man's fate,
I find under the boughs of love and hate,
In all poor foolish things that live a day,
Eternal beauty wandering on her way.
Come near, come near, come near -- Ah, leave me still
A little space for the rose-breath to fill!
Lest I no more bear common things that crave;
The weak worm hiding down in its small cave,
The field-mouse running by me in the grass,
And heavy mortal hopes that toil and pass;
But seek alone to hear the strange things said
By God to the bright hearts of those long dead,
And learn to chaunt a tongue men do not know.
Come near; I would, before my time to go,
Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways:
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Have We Forgotten God?
Have we forgotten God today, regardless of what polls do say?
God is acknowledged by most, across this land, coast to coast,
But, is His Truth truly believed, or are many souls just deceived?
If God, by the country is lifted up, why are our ways so corrupt?
Yes, “Oh my God” we often hear, but, do you sense a holy fear?
In their voice as they proclaim, our Sovereign God’s Holy Name?
And what yet, is even worse, His Name is used more, as a curse,
As many say they believe in Him, while being led by cords of sin.
Truly the question one must raise, while living in these later days,
Regarding God, just if or when, He’s even in the thoughts of men,
And friend that is only just a start, for is He moving in their heart?
Is He accepted with a devout nod, or do they even think of God?
If no place for God is found, these men will be on shaky ground,
Only girded by the shifting sand, in hard trials they will not stand;
Such is the same for any nation, that falls from God’s Revelation,
Ignoring The Word, many cherish, many within our land will perish.
Saying they believe in The Lord, but God’s Holy Laws go ignored,
While we live in these darker days, with many seeking other ways,
If you’re concerned at all my friend, let us not continue to pretend,
Again, all across this land we trod, have men truly forgotten God?
(Copyright ©06/2010)
Sonnet-God's Mercy to Me
How blessed am I when I behold others!
God's been so kind to me in umptine ways;
My heart is touched by my ailing brothers,
Diseased, suff'ring- they seem to count their days.
The afflictions I underwent are few;
Has God not spared me from ailments I see?
I am a newer leaf with Blessings' dew,
Compared to most brethren, I've been lucky!
0 God, I've got to pass my rest of days;
Let Heaven's will guide me in things I do;
To do much better things, I need God's grace;
For, Eternity, I must surely woo!
This worldly life is just a passing phase;
When God's my Friend, I'll wear a smiling face.
poem by John Celes
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Two Ways To Play
Somethin' crossed my mind again
You were in my eyes
It was somewhere out by Bombay
And I'm tellin' all those lies
I've been there and you've been there
And there ain't no mistake
We could take it anyway
But the one thing we can't fake
There's just two ways to play
Just two ways to play
And I don't want to stay
There's just two ways to play
And I'm gonna play it right, this time
Yeah
There's always the easy numbers
There's those hard ways too
There's those cheaters blunders
It's either one of two
But fortune telling's mezmorizing
In the game of chance
But rollin' dice ain't sympathizing
When you play romance
There's just two ways to play
Just two ways to play
And I don't want to stay
There's just two ways to play
I can't control the numbers
I can't control your sexy ways
I can't control my inner thunder
It makes me want????????
Two ways to play
There's Just two ways to play
There's just two ways to play
There's just two ways to play
I'm gonna play it right this time
There's two ways to play
There's just two ways to play
Two ways to play
There's just two ways to play
And I don't want to stay
There's just two ways to play
song performed by by ZZ Top
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In Your Own Ways
You are smart in your own ways
you are lovely in your own ways
you are beautiful in your own ways
You smile in your own ways
So crazy in your own ways
The madness of your own ways
such mysterious in your own ways
Those eyes of your own ways
You inspire me in your own ways
You talk in you own ways
you love me in your own ways
You suprise me in your own ways
Your kindness of its own kind
Your love of its own loveliness
your touch of its own comfort
And your kisses of its own sweetness
There is nothing so much worth to
treasure in my own ways than the
sweet memories of your own ways
Your life in your own ways
changes mine in its own way
God must have taken His own time
for sush a creation of its own kind
With everything in its own way
I must live your way.
poem by Moffat Mbuzi
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Romance Bore Seduction
Hand blessed hand, caressed.
A blushing rose, her face;
Her breast alive;
The elfin nose, a diamond set -
A kiss upon perfection
Bore a rise of pulse
To coach a sultry moan
Across a mellow breath of wine.
He knew; he sensed,
And easing loose a clasp of lace,
Another sign of her relenting:
Wild the play of eyes,
A fuller glide of skin;
He felt the now begin -
Her swell, intention in the sigh.
And so to hedge his move upon the cue -
The cry of deep anticipation,
Waxing all he saw -
Tho' not for us to view -
Arrived, emotion raw.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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At Parting II
AND you could leave me now--
After the first remembered whispered vow
Which sings for ever and ever in my ears--
The vow which God among His Angels hears--
After the long-drawn years,
The slow hard tears,
Could break new ground, and wake
A new strange garden to blossom for your sake,
And leave me here alone,
In the old garden that was once our own?
How should I learn to bear
Our garden's pleasant ways and pleasant air,
Her flowers, her fruits, her lily, her rose and thorn,
When only in a picture these appear--
These, once alive, and always over-dear?
Ah--think again: the rose you used to wear
Must still be more than other roses be
The flower of flowers. Ah, pity, pity me!
For in my acres is no plot of ground
Whereon could any garden site be found,
I have but little skill
To water weed and till
And make the desert blossom like the rose;
Yet our old garden knows
If I have loved its ways and walks and kept
The garden watered, and the pleasance swept.
Yet--if you must--go now:
Go, with my blessing filling both your hands,
And, mid the desert sands
Which life drifts deep round every garden wall,
Make your new festival
Of bud and blossom--red rose and green leaf.
No blight born of my grief
Shall touch your garden, love; but my heart's prayer
Shall draw down blessings on you from the air,
And all we learned of leaf and plant and tree
Shall serve you when you walk no more with me
In garden ways; and when with her you tread
The pleasant ways with blossoms overhead
And when she asks, 'How did you come to know
The secrets of the ways these green things grow?'
Then you will answer--and I, please God, hear,
'I had another garden once, my dear'.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Effort To Live For God
As one would run for exercise, there is a race in order to be wise,
Not wisdom unto worldly ways, but, Godly Wisdom to His praise.
Effort on our part, we must expend, for Godliness to be our end,
As we set forth into this race, through The Spirit, by God’s Grace.
When we do run this race for Him, we run for God, in order to win,
Running the race with all our heart; longing to win right at the start.
And in The Lord we must submit, if we’re to become spiritually fit,
This as we resist the devil and flee, to pursue The God of Eternity.
We must also put off the old man, to live new life, per God’s Plan,
Replacing our old habits of sin, with Godly behavior found in Him,
As we wrestle in the Ways of God, we’ll be lead by Staff and Rod,
While learning to live a Godly life, to be a witness for Jesus Christ.
As we fix our minds and eyes, upon Christ and the Heavenly prize,
Bring to Him every captive thought, Godly thinking will be wrought.
Running this race, you rest in God, while still upon this earthly sod,
Practicing all the things we heard, as we read and live God’s Word.
We depend on our Savior above, while God guides us in His Love,
Devoted to our Lord every day, as we walk along life’s narrow way,
And humble obedience is our call, to live for Christ, who is over all,
Worshiping daily, we truly praise, Christ, who helps us all our days.
(Copyright ©05/2009)
Buy Me A Rose
(jim funk/erik hickenlooper)
He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants
A three car garage, her own credit cards
He pulls in late to wake her up with a kiss good night
If he could only read her mind, shed say:
Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
These are the little things I need the most in my life
Now the days have grown to years of feeling all alone
And she cant help but wonder what shes doing wrong
Cause lately shed try anything to turn his head
Would it make a difference if she said:
Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
These are the little things I need the most in my life
And the more that he lives the less that he tries
To show her the love that he hold inside
And the more that she gives the more that he sees
This is a story of you and me
So I bought you a rose on the way home from work
Opened the door to a heart that I hurt
And I hope you notice this look in my eyes
Cause Im gonna make things right
Im gonna hold you tonight
Do all those little things
For the rest of your life.
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Sonnet: Praying Helps
I don’t know the cunning ways of the world;
I’ve delved in honesty and labor hard;
I don’t know the winning ways of the bold;
I’ve shelved my sinful ways and turned a bard.
I talk with God so frequently these days;
He knows my heart, its pangs and needs too well!
What can I do? Mystery enshrouds His ways;
He does those things that cannot give me Hell.
I know this world is too much for my head;
But worrying is of no use all the time;
Yet, praying fervently helps me instead;
The grace of God can make one’s life sublime.
My patience gives its verdict every time,
And gives me themes for yet another rhyme.
6-21-2002 by Dr John Celes
poem by John Celes
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Finish The Race
My desire is to finish this race, on my journey compelled by Grace,
Thrust forth every day and hour, solely on The Holy Spirit’s Power.
Christ is the one I whom endear, as some situations turn into fear,
For His presence will never cease, and this gives my heart peace.
This gives me peace in a land, where many men don’t understand,
That Jesus Christ never died, and reigns today at His Father’s side.
Today many people have fallen away, into Satan’s deceptive sway,
Satan being the father of all lies, comes to many lives in a disguise.
He changes things in subtle ways, and even receives undue praise,
Satan is behind all the subtle ways, deceiving multitudes in our days.
Soon his dark reign will cease, when God sends The Prince of Peace.
Deception will come to an end for him, along with all this wicked sin.
For all those who come to Christ, they will enter into His Eternal Light.
For those who refuse His Light, they shall enter into an eternal night.
It was the Grace of Jesus Christ, that started me on this race of life,
And it shall be the Grace of Christ, which sees me into Eternal Life.
Soon earthly darkness all will end, with only Light around the bend,
Christ’s pure Light for all Eternity, when His Glorious face I shall see.
Then I’ll know I am done the race, when I finally look upon His face.
Until then I must faithfully run, in hope to hear Christ say well done.
Is There Anyone Home
Is there anyone home in this house made of stone?
Anyone inside know my name
Ive been around for a half of a hundred days.
Never saw a door shut so tight
Turn around, dont look down
Theres a man behind you with a gun
Like any wandering child in the wilderness,
Wild and uncaged are your ways
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
Theres a light around you
Ive come to switch it on
It will brighten every room
Dont be ashamed if you feel a whole lot warmer in you heart.
You got that feelin in your soul
Is there anyone home in this house made of stone?
Anyone in there who might care
Ive grown weary and wise and I feel much amazed.
Got a few good tales to unwind
Turn around, dont look down
Theres a man behind you with a gun.
Like any wandering minstrel Ive dawned in the house of a thousand delights.
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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His Perfect Way
A quiet beginning to the day, reminds me that I need to pray.
I need to call upon The Lord, to share with Him what’s in store,
What’s in store for me today, as I seek The Lord’s Perfect Way,
His Perfect Way in all things, through the Grace that He brings.
With a full day at the start, things begin to burden my heart.
Then I remember that He, Christ Himself, will not forsake me.
I simply look to Him and ask, to guide me through every task.
And as I go through my day, Christ is my guide, all the way.
With a task to big to face, I must lean totally upon His Grace.
I hear Christ say with a nod, “Be still and know that I am God.”
Every task He leads me to, His Grace guides me fully through.
And God again gets the praise, as I follow His Perfect Ways.
If the day seems dark and bleak, it’s His face I need to seek,
For its Christ that directs my ways, in the darkest of my days.
He shines His Light on my path, from the first step to the last.
With His Light guiding my way, The Lord quietly ends my day.
A quiet end to a busy day, reminds me again that I need to pray,
And trust God with all my heart, even before the day does start,
Acknowledge Him in all I do, and He will surely see me through.
I need to thank God for my day, for showing me His Perfect Way.
Response Seeds no Speech Silver
When twin souls key into each other's glance,
body language guiltfree, guileless, glows,
pulse increases, haemoglobin flows
hearts stamp vis[t]a vision blessed by ‘Chance’.
Interactions focus on advance,
respond to signals sent, scent seeming rose.
Implicit waves mind feels heart feels, seals, knows.
Pheromones exchanged, strange tendril dance
above, beyond, bland handshake circumstance.
Response seeds no speech silver, no doors close,
no circumspection, - two, twinned, juxtapose
their several levels, [t][h]read whole souls’ romance.
Heartbeat appreciation is returned,
deceit, repudiation, ever spurned.
27 January 2007 revised 2 October 2009 robi3_1593_robi3_0000 SXX_LXX
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[t][h]read thread, head, tread, read
Response Seeds no Speech Silver
When two souls key into each other's glance,
soft symphony, ensnaring, sudden glows,
pulse increases, haemoglobin flows
hearts stamp vis[t]a vision blessed by ‘Chance’.
Focus may through role-reverse advance
respond to signals sent, scent seeming rose,
implicit waves the mind feels heart feels knows
drill, pheromones exchanged, strange tendril dance
above beyond bland handshake circumstance.
Response seeds no speech silver, no doors close,
no circumspection, - two, twinned, juxtapose
their several levels, [th]read whole souls’ romance.
Heartbeat appreciation is returned, -
Deceit, repudiation, never earned.
[c] Jonathan Robin 27 January 2007
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Sonnet-All Happen as God Wants
All things of Nature happen in God's ways;
Each seed and frond; each flower and tree-He grows;
All things must happen in His time and days;
Each life is kindled by the Lord, of course.
Man has a part in everything we see;
Yet, Nature takes the upper hand always;
Unexpected things happen too, may be;
God gives His grace to face well if man prays.
And grief and death must also come some day;
Each tumor grows as per the will of God;
All earthlings are destined to die some way;
We come from dust and must go back to clod.
Yet, prayer can make miracles happen;
Just like how fruits enlarge in size, ripen.
poem by John Celes
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Old Ways
Old ways, it sure is hard to change em
Come what may
Its hard to teach a dinosaur a new trick
Lately Ive been finding out
Im set in my ways
Old ways, can be your ball and chain.
Oh, Im gonna stop that grass
And give up all this drinking
Really gonna make my life last
Clean up my whole way of living
Up until the party last night
I was a different man
But old ways got their way again.
The economy was getting so bad
I had to lay myself off
Well, working was a habit I had
So I kept showin up anyway
Then one day things turned around
I got my back pay
Old ways comin through again.
I got old ways.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Sonnet: What Do We Do?
Oh, should I take such risks or play it safe?
I wonder whether things are worth their risk!
There is both love and murder in a cafe;
Even the Chief-guest, you may need to frisk!
Alas! nothing is guaranteed these days;
There is much wealth in rubbish/garbage too;
To become wealthy, people devise ways;
Conscientious duty, most men fail to do.
Nevertheless, people go for short-cuts;
Most men are impatient in things they do;
There are skyscrapers, in the midst of huts!
Life's problems come to rich and poor men too.
A balanced mind is what we need these days;
To keep soul pure, we don't have umptine ways.
poem by John Celes
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What do we do?
Oh, should I take such risks or play it safe?
I wonder whether things are worth their risk!
There is both love and murder in a cafe;
Even the Chief-guest, you may need to frisk!
Alas! nothing is guaranteed these days;
There is much wealth in rubbish/garbage too;
To become wealthy, people devise ways;
Conscientious duty, most men fail to do.
Nevertheless, people go for short-cuts;
Most men are impatient in things they do;
There are skyscrapers, in the midst of huts!
Life's problems come to rich and poor men too.
A balanced mind is what we need these days;
To keep soul pure, we don't have umptine ways.
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Our Guessing Game
Walking in the sand
Thinking of things, adventures in my mind
Tall ships that sail
Across the ocean wide
They wont wait for me
See the way they glide away so gracefully
And with tomorrow what will become of me
They leave me so much to explain
Thats the start of our guessing game
There are times when I think Ive found the truth
There are times when I know that Im wrong
And the days when I try to hide my fears
Bless the days when Im feeling strong
Bless the days when Im feeling strong
Wonder why we try so hard
Wonder why we try at all
You wonder why the world is turning around
When in the end it wont matter at all
Standing in the town
Looking at people, counting their frowns
Unhappy faces, hurrying around
So blind they cannot see
All of these things
The way life ought to be
And with tomorrow what will they make of me
It leaves me so much to explain
Thats the start of our guessing game
There are times when I think Ive found the truth
There are times when I know that Im wrong
And the days when I try to hide my fears
Bless the days when Im feeling strong
There are times when I think Ive found the truth
There are times when I know that Im wrong
And the days when I try to hide my fears
Bless the days when Im feeling strong
There are times when I think Ive found the truth
...
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Truly Thankful
Today I am truly thankful Lord, for all, to me, that you afford,
For all the peace along the way, that you grant me every day,
On mountain high or valley low, you are there to let me know,
Upon a path, both me and you, on my journey, you foreknew.
On my journey, there's even more, in Jesus Christ, I'm secure,
When things about me tend to fail, in Christ alone I will prevail,
As you send much needed grace, while I'm in this earthly race,
While on my way to the finish line, on a course of your design.
On this journey, that I speak of, you lead me daily from above,
Guiding me in love all my days, as you teach to me your ways,
Ways, I don't always understand, as you hold me in your hand,
On the path planned out for me, while you guide me to eternity.
In you, my Lord, I always find rest, through any trial or any test,
Rest, in the most troubled of days, when only you, I can praise,
As you give me an assuring calm, while I'm safely in your palm,
In your hand to stay through all, the earthly trials, big and small.
You afford me, on this journey, so much on my way to eternity,
With so much more ahead for us, who abide in The Lord Jesus,
And till we see our eternal place, we're sustained by your grace,
Filling us with peace and love, while we long to be home above.
(Copyright ©02/2012)