Perspicuity
Were it not for this resurrection there would be no will to pick up the pen.
Were it not for that temper, no spark the tedious Obscure could rekindle.
Pardon is not for the weak to bestow; magnanimity knows no better.
Pity can't fill the shoes of empathy nor walk the bitter path from Sorrow's door.
Should there be found a kernel of truth when pledge and heart were founded,
There should a seed of conviction germinate, from Silence, words arise once more.
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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The Way To God's Heart
God's heart is the seed of gloom
There he's springs and his love loom
Sorrow is the path one weary boy trods
To heaven's heart, the heart of God's
The weary boy wallows in sorrows past
Till God's heart he reaches at very last
In sorrow the weary boy does vent
To God's heart where his sins repent.
With sorrow God sews him to his breast
In his heart's palm his sorrows lay rest
To know sorrow is to understand
And live in truth of God's heartland
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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The Children's Song
Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee
Our love and toil in the years to be;
When we are grown and take our place
As men and women with our race.
Father in Heaven who lovest all,
Oh, help Thy children when they call;
That they may build from age to age
An undefiled heritage.
Teach us to bear the yoke in youth,
With steadfastness and careful truth;
That, in our time, Thy Grace may give
The Truth whereby the Nations live.
Teach us to rule ourselves alway,
Controlled and cleanly night and day;
That we may bring, if need arise,
No maimed or worthless sacrifice.
Teach us to look in all our ends
On Thee for judge, and not our friends;
That we, with Thee, may walk uncowed
By fear or favour of the crowd.
Teach us the Strength that cannot seek,
By deed or thought, to hurt the weak;
That, under Thee, we may possess
Man's strength to comfort man's distress.
Teach us Delight in simple things,
And Mirth that has no bitter springs;
Forgiveness free of evil done,
And Love to all men 'neath the sun!
Land of our Birth, our faith, our pride,
For whose dear sake our fathers died;
Oh, Motherland, we pledge to thee
Head, heart and hand through the years to be!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Valediction....
it was never me
there is never a part of me that was there
you have misinterpreted the truth about those characters of the novel,
the words in that poem
the metaphors are outdated
refer to another reality,
the reality that i have carried upon my shoulders
i am the horse, not that horseman,
i am not the star, i am just the asteroid at the background
i am the silence between your sighs,
do not read my silence,
you will find a word that cannot stand for me,
i am not even that tail of that great meteor that comes to your life
once in a century
it is not me that you see in those flowing words,
they are those pieces of undecided driftwood that i pick from the great flood
those dry falling leaves that land on my forehead
from the great tree of life
do you really have to find pieces of myself in those lines to make
the write-up interesting to you?
i am so sorry
call me a liar, but that is the truth
there is truth in empathy
there is truth in putting our feet in some other people's shoes
that is what literature is all about
read some more and be discouraged
fathom and then
be enlightened about the sufferings of others
their miseries that soon shall provide you company
when you sit upon a chair with a smoke in your left hand
and a margarita (or black coffee) on your right
upon an empty table
facing the sea
witnessing the beautiful fading
on another sunset
in your life
do not wish that i shall be there
oh, i have long been gone into another island
do not attempt to find me
i am not there anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Confidence And Conviction
Confidence in God at the start, puts conviction into your heart,
Conviction to stand high for Him, in this darkened world of sin,
Conviction to help us be strong, in a time where right is wrong,
To speak Truths of The Lord, in a world, where God is ignored.
You must determine in your heart, from Christ, to never depart.
Determined to live for Jesus Christ, wherever we are in this life,
We need to live out God’s plan, to be His Light, for every man,
A plan based on His Holy Word, to witness until all have heard.
Until all people hear and see, The Truth of The God of Eternity,
Not only in the words we talk, but, His Truth in the way we walk,
As God’s Word colors our life, to faithfully follow Jesus Christ,
Who sent us on His Mission, that being The Great Commission.
To fulfill The Great Commission, men need a strong conviction,
Not a conviction that is for us, but desire to serve Christ Jesus,
With a purpose and a desire, from a source that’s much higher,
From The Holy Spirit of God, guiding us on every path we trod.
Christ told us He won’t depart, with this confidence in our heart,
We can be faithful in any place, in The Lord’s Power and Grace,
As Christ’s Spirit gives us power, to be light in the darkest hour,
Being God’s light in this world, with His Eternal Truths to herald.
Bitter Heart
Why is your heart bitter?
What have I said?
What have I done?
Forgot that I nurtured you
My son?
Yet in my need
Your heart revealed
A blind spot
A bad seed
If someone told me
I would not believe
But you did it to me
Which I could cry
But my tears are punctured
And like a dead man
Your inconsideration rips
Why is your heart bitter?
What have I said?
What have I done?
No compassion
No empathy
If I were you
I could not sleep
My conscience
Would torment me
If I were you
I could not see
My eyes would be red-hot
Hotter than the sun
This is horrid
Buried deep within
Unmask it now
Stunt its growth
Don't let it flourish
Pluck it from the root
And kill it!
poem by Buxton Shippy
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Suffer In Silence
You say I must leave the past behind
abandon those dreams within my mind
forget all those things we'd left unsaid
circling like vultures in my head
that leave me with silence.
To blow out my torches in the night
just lay down my arms and end the fight
to pick up my heart now from the floor
remove all those chains, unlock that door
to end all this silence.
They say I should move to pastures new
remove all these thoughts I have of you
replace them with new found love instead
presume all those memories good as dead
then fill up this silence.
But what of this tender love inside
that never before felt need to hide
from critical eyes that judge my pain
should only this broken heart remain
to join you in silence.
I know that your thoughts are well inclined
you think that my destiny is blind
that all hope of love lies with your plan
I'd rather continue if I can
to suffer in silence.
poem by Neil Graham Marsden
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My...
Heart of…
Heart of my heart,
Heart of my dream,
Heart of my hope.
The path…
The path of good-byes,
The path of heart ache,
The path of what was never meant to be,
The path of me.
The truth…
The truth of no truth,
The truth of what it was,
The truth of the past,
The truth of fear.
My good-bye…
My heart…
My path…
My truth…
My...
poem by Andrea Szyhowski
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In Those Old Days
You may be tough.
But your approach to solicit,
My empathy and pity...
Could have been easier to get,
Without your demanding it.
But I do understand,
The competition you're up against.
And if I may make a suggestion...
You should put that gun away.
Since my first reaction,
Is not empathy with pity for you at all.
'It isn't real.'
Which?
The gun?
Your wish for empathy and pity?
Or my fear?
'Why can't you just co-operate,
And give me what I want? '
Trust me.
I'm going to give you exactly what you need.
Now that I know that gun isn't real.
'The gun IS real.
My need for empathy and pity isn't.
Thank you.
All I wanted was a decent conversation.
You were the only one I spotted,
Not texting or using a cellphone.
You have no idea how difficult it is for me,
To communicate like I did in the old days.'
So you are using a gun to do it?
'Hey...
What can I say.
I'm open for your suggestions.'
Good.
Give me the gun.
And I'll show you what I would have done.
'What are you going to do? '
Communicate my feelings,
Like I use to do in those old days.
And trust me...
You will know immediately,
Just what my feelings are.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Letter From My Father - Song Lyrics
How`ve you been son
Heard life`s not been well
Are you reading My word
Or are you trapped in your shell
Come step off your path
And walk with me on mine.
Things that are so tough
Will work out just fine
All you need is some faith
And you just need my will
Then your path will be straight
I`ll be waiting until.........
Chorus:
I`ll wait til you find me
I`m not very far
Just open your heart
And reach up to the stars
If you want to believe
It`s all just a dream
But it is much more simple
Than you think that it seems
I remember back when
I was betrayed by my friend
And everyone thought
I had come to an end
It was where I began
It was part of my plan
And I love you so much
I am the Son of Man
Chorus X 1
My words of truth
They will not deceive
Come walk on my water
I will make you believe
So please take my hand son
I will give you much more
Than you`re life ever gave you
Just walk through my door
Chorus X 2
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Put Yourself In My Shoes
Your mind is made up you wont even try
You didnt even cry this time
You say that we could never see eye to eye
And one of us just must be blind
We have our differences
Were still the same
See what we want to see
But you take a second look
And maybe things wouldnt seem the same
If you could see what you mean to me
Put yourself in my shoes
Walk a mile for me
Ill put myself in your shoes
Maybe then wed see
That if you put yourself in my shoes
Youd have some sympathy
And if I could only put myself in your shoes
Id walk right back to me
Youre gonna keep walkin and youre gonna pass me by
You say you dont even care
But I could always recognize a real good-bye
And I know your hearts not there
Weve had our differences
Were still the same
Hear what we want to hear
Now Im head over heels in the lost and found
Its a cryin shame
I thought we made the perfect pair
Put yourself in my shoes
Walk a while walk that mile for me
Ill put myself in your shoes
Maybe then wed see
That if you put yourself in my shoes
Youd have some sympathy
And if I could only put myself in your shoes
Id walk right back to me
Id walk right back to me
Id walk right back to me
song performed by by Clint Black
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Choices
An acquaintance at Los Alamos Labs
who engineers weapons
black x’d a mark where I live
on his office map.
Star-wars humor….
He exchanged muddy boots
and patched jeans
for a white intern’s coat
and black polished shoes.
A month ago, after butchering a gouged bull,
we stood on a pasture hill,
and he wondered with pained features
where money would come from
to finish his shed, plan alfalfa,
and fix his tractor.
Now his fingers
yank horsetail grass
he crimps herringbone tail-seed
between teeth, and grits out words,
“Om gonna buy another tractor
next week. More land too.”
Silence between us is gray water
let down in a tin pail
in a deep, deep well,
a silence
milled in continental grindings
millions of years ago.
I throw my heart
into the well, and it falls
a shimmering pebble to the bottom.
Words are hard
to come by, “Would have lost everything
I’ve worked for, not takin’ the job.”
His words try to
retrieve
my heart
from the deep well.
We walk on in silence,
our friendship
rippling away.
poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca
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Rekindle
To rekindle her love with the love of my muse and,
To rekindle her spirit with the love of my mind;
Sharp to the words and lovely to her heart,
And to spot the difference when taking care of her.
I still have feelings for her and,
Her body matters much to me when the night falls;
But i need to have money on this purpose,
Because it was blur yesterday when i have to live for today!
Try to rebalance yourself after the fall with your mind,
And like extolling the virtues of the individual;
But i will rekindle my love towards you always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Dawning
Awake, sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns ;
Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth ;
Unfold thy forehead, gathered into frowns ;
Thy Saviour comes, and with Him mirth :
Awake, awake,
And with a thankful heart His comforts take.
But thou dost still lament, and pine, and cry,
And feel His death, but not His victory.
Arise, sad heart ; if thou dost not withstand,
Christ's resurrection thine may be ;
Do not by hanging down break from the hand
Which, as it riseth, raiseth thee :
Arise, Arise;
And with His burial linen drie thine eyes.
Christ left His grave-clothes, that we might, when grief
Draws tears or blood, not want a handkerchief.
poem by George Herbert
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And So Found Dawn
it was in doubt
that i found faith.
it was in forgiveness
that i found forgiveness.
it was in loss
that i found passion.
it was in suffering
that i found understanding.
it was in letting go
that i found freedom.
it was in the mirror
that i found prayer.
it was in darkness
that i found light.
it was in jail
that i found dignity.
it was in addiction
that i found determination.
it was in giving
that i found love.
it was in fighting
that i found reason.
it was in reason
that i found dissatifaction.
it was in questioning
that i found truth.
it was in truth
that i found the need for silence.
it was in silence
that i found kindness.
it was in working
that i found respect.
it was in respect
that i found acceptance.
it was in living
that i found god.
it was in god
that i found the need to touch.
it was in caring.
that i got dirty...
and so found dawn...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Bitter Truth
How can truth be bitter?
When it is told
It should be accepted
And treasured as gold
But when you are
On the other side of the truth,
It could become bitter
If you hate the truth
One thing about truth is
You can bank it,
And go to sleep
It becomes bitter
When you refuse it
It will make or mar you
Period, though you have
A choice in the matter
But, when you posses it
You walk tall
And fear no foe,
But when you don’t have it
You become a coward
And apologetic.
poem by David Oladipupo Olorunshola
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Fill A Bumper of Water
Fill a bumper of water that's pure from the spring,
Bright sparkling and clear as the glass,
And with rapture the joyous emotions we'll sing,
Which enliven our hours as they pass
We'll spurn the rude mirth of the wine-bibber's bowl,
While our Abstinence pleasures exceed it,
And we give you the Pledge with our heart and our soul,
Here's success to the cause and God speed it,
God speed it-God speed it,
Here's success to the Pledge, and God speed it.
Surrounded by virtue, by beauty, and youth,
Dear woman we drink to thy charms;
If we pledge thee in water, we pledge thee in truth
And we take thee with joy to our arms.
Go look at our homes and observe the glad smile,
What welcome on earth can exceed it,
Where affection thus greets us our cares to beguile,
Then success to the Pledge, and God speed it,
God speed it-God speed it,
Success to the Pledge and God speed it.
Tho' we boast not of wealth yet we gladly impart
To a brother a share of our store,
And we hail him with feelings of joy from the heart,
When the slave of Intemperance no more;
Our motto is sympathy, friendship and love,
And aid to a friend should he need it,
Our Charter's recorded by Angels above,
Then success to the Pledge and God speed it,
God speed it-God speed it,
Success to the Pledge and God speed it.
poem by John Pierpont
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Until I get Over you
So many dreams inside my mind
That I pray it will come true
I have been searching, deep down on my soul
In a lonely river I have found
Like an empty shell longing for love
The one thing that I try to hold on too
I woke today thinking of you
Miserably starring the empty sky
The sun won’t shine since you went away
Seems like rain pouring everyday
Every night I sit by my window
Softly speaking on gust of wind
Faded shadow on obscure nights
That painted the sorrow of life
Wearing my mask on silence
Pretending it would be alright
A grief of a smile you will see in my eyes
Such a pity face that reflects on me
Lonely I am don’t look at me
Searching for love, where can I find.
Just a litter of tears to fill the emptiness
A ton of laughter to ease the pain
A half way of distance just to feel you
Until I get over you.
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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On the 25th...
i am repeating
what usual things i have done
and will always be doing
there is always a room for
my silence
how i keep it always as a seed
growing
and just that
forever.... a seed
its fruits are nowhere to be
found
it has never even bloomed
a seed in my mind
like cancer
restrained, controlled,
well kept
now this silence
takes its toll at the count of
ten thousand and five hundred
solitudes.
i take my cup
drink the wine and i am praying
that let it not be taken
Thy will be done.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Interactive
I write some lines and you read each word
A word excites you and you take it up to
Seed your fields where you grow your own
Shrubbery of words with tendrils climbing
I look at your garden of words and there is
This word growing into a flower attracting
Me I pick it up this sensual flower and I
Seed it in the lines of my mind now another
Bunch of words like ripe grapes I take one
Swallow it and savor the taste of its sweetness
More lines of words in my throat sliding
Through the lining of my esophagus so smooth
Going straight inside the veins leading to my heart
Sweet, so sweet I could have written the usual
Lines of “ I love you, I miss you” but I couldn’t
There is this roadblock, this writer’s block
The lines stopped, the words are stunted
I stutter, I retreat to my eyes, to see
The face of this woman I love, her eyes
Are gentle, she smiles at me, and waits
For this beautiful silence that gives her life
You stand there, looking for a hint, another
Word to seed the lines waiting to be written.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Self-Knowledge XVII
And a man said, "Speak to us of Self-Knowledge."
And he answered, saying:
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.
You would know in words that which you have always know in thought.
You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.
And it is well you should.
The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;
And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.
But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;
And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.
For self is a sea boundless and measureless.
Say not, "I have found the truth," but rather, "I have found a truth."
Say not, "I have found the path of the soul." Say rather, "I have met the soul walking upon my path."
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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