Political Precept
All that thou doest is right; but, friend, don't carry this precept
On too far,--be content, all that is right to effect.
It is enough to true zeal, if what is existing be perfect;
False zeal always would find finished perfection at once.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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True and False Zeal
Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame,
The fire of love supplies ;
While that which often bears the name,
Is self in a disguise.
True zeal is merciful and mild,
Can pity and forbear ;
The false is headstrong, fierce and wild,
And breathes revenge and war.
poem by John Newton
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Zeal
Your zeal and my zeal,
Great cloud of witness to take us through;
But Adam and Eve fell into sin.
Of fleshly fathers to correct us,
Of fleashly mothers to care for us,
But to the great gathering of love is what we need.
Chasten your children and teach them the zeal of life,
For the great cloud of witness is with zeal.
My love is higher than the heavens and,
My works are easily noted by you;
But i will wander into the deserts and the mountains.
Perfected is my love by faith,
And i will to you very soon;
But let your zeal lead you on always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Warning
WHEN sounds the trumpet at the Judgment Day,
And when forever all things earthly die,
We must a full and true account supply
Of ev'ry useless word we dropp'd in play.
But what effect will all the words convey
Wherein with eager zeal and lovingly,
That I might win thy favour, labour'd I,
If on thine ear alone they die away?
Therefore, sweet love, thy conscience bear in mind,
Remember well how long thou hast delay'd,
So that the world such sufferings may not know.
If I must reckon, and excuses find
For all things useless I to thee have said,
To a full year the Judgment Day will grow
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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How Graces Are To Be Obtained
The next word that I would unto thee say,
Is how thou mayst attain without delay,
Those blessed graces, and that holiness
Thou dost with so much godly zeal express
Thy love to, and thy longing to enjoy,
That sins and weakness might thee less annoy.
Know, then, as I have hinted heretofore,
And shall now speak unto a little more,
All graces in the person of the Son
Are by the Father hid, and therefore none
Can them obtain but they who with him close;
All others graceless are but only those;
For of his fullness 'tis that we receive,
And grace for grace; let no man then deceive
Himself or others with a feigned show
Of holiness, if Jesus they eschew.
When he ascended to his Father, then
It was that he received gifts for men;
Faith, hope, and love, true zeal, an upright heart,
Right humbleness of mind, and every part
Of what the word of life counts holiness,
God then laid up in him, that we redress
And help might have, who do unto him fly
For righteousness and gospel sanctity.
poem by John Bunyan
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Defining Perfection
What is perfection other than
a self conflicting inner obsession?
Perhaps the word needs new
subjective definition
Perfect seen in multi-dimensions
unique to each individual perception
perfect not being the finished product
but acceptance of progress enduring struggle
perfection in a strength and willingness to stand
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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A True Friend
A true friend
A true friend is the one who picks you up when you fall
A true friend is one that won't lie
A true friend is there when you call
A true friend is there when you want to die
A true friend knows just what to say
A true friend won't care what other people think
A true friend will help you find your way
A true friend will make sure you don't sink
A true friend will help you choose your path
A true friend will know when something is wrong
A true friend has to sometimes face your wrath
A true friend makes you feel like you belong
A true friend
poem by Ashley Reese
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Perfection
Your cold and poor-spirited love
Was like running water upon my hands...
I did for your love, all that I could....
As an imperfect man that I am...
I offered you just possible things...
Warmth when you were cold,
And consolation when you felt hopeless...
You search for perfection
Which you will never find...
Perfect is the rain that falls
In the spring time...
Perfect are the flowers that grow
in a real garden of love....
Perfect is the smile in a child
Who plays with toys...
Perfection is a man
Who had it all
And now is getting tired and old...
Perfection are the memories
In your heart and mind...
Perfection is something
You shall never find
On me or any other man
Since perfection is just
In your dreams and imagination...
Now perfection becomes
Just like a story untold....
How sad it is
That my love you can no longer have
Neither my hands again hold...
o! Woman, wish you good luck
In your new try...
COPY WRITE©2009
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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A True Friend
A true friend is the one who picks you up when you fall
A true friend is one that won't lie
A true friend is there when you call
A true friend is there when you want to die
A true friend knows just what to say
A true friend won't care what other people think
A true friend will help you find your way
A true friend will make sure you don't sink
A true friend will help you choose your path
A true friend will know when something is wrong
A true friend has to sometimes face your wrath
A true friend makes you feel like you belong
poem by Taylor Rease
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a FRIEND THAT IS UNIQUE
a FRIEND THAT IS UNIQUE
A FRIEND THAT IS ONE OF A KIND
A FRIEND THAT IS PERFECT
A TYPE OF FRIEND WHO IS HARD TO FIND
A FRIEND THAT IS SWEET
A FRIEND THAT IS PERPETUALLY FAIR
A FRIEND THAT YOU KNOW
WILL ALWAYS BE THERE
A FRIEND WITH AN AMAZING SPIRIT
A FRIEND WITH A STRIKING HEART
A FRIEND THAT IS TRUSTWORTHY
A FRIEND THAT IS SMART
A FRIEND THAT ASSUAGES YOUR PAIN
A FRIEND THAT CAN DRY YOUR TEARS
A FRIEND WITH UNRESTRICTED LOVE
A FRIEND THAT CAN ALLEVIATE YOUR FEARS
THE FRIEND THAT IS PERFECT
THE ONE THAT YOU ARE SHOCKED TO FIND
THAT THEY ARE THE ONE
THAT LEFT YOU BEHIND
poem by Jacob Hill
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The Woman at the Crossroad Who Laughed
As I walked up the pavement, up the slight hill
to the traffic lights at the crossroads outside the station,
I saw her waiting to cross.
Or rather, I saw first, her laugh..
She held the hand of her son
as she exchanged words with a passing friend
and laughed..
and what I saw in her eyes, her whole face,
as she laughed, was that as she laughed -
(did she know this? How could I tell her, a stranger?
Lady, lady, at the crossroad of our lives,
I’m writing this poem for you now…)
as she laughed, while she laughed,
I saw that she was in touch, the whole of her,
with her deepest self – just that… all that…
and as I saw that self, which was
(Lady, are you reading this?)
the perfection of perfection, all that’s perfect…
it was as if – no, it was just so –
her self looked at me, and so
the perfect looked at the perfect;
herself and mine together laughed,
laughed at imperfection
and as the perfect looked, it saw perfection
spreading through my eyes from our shared self
so that her son was perfect; and her friend was perfect;
and all around us, every they and it were perfect..
(Lady, Lady, at the Cross’s foot,
was it like this for You?)
the light turned green. And we were free
to cross the road; and
free to live; and
free to laugh away illusion; and
free to be ourselves; forever,
in that time which is forever.
Lady, by my faith, this by my hand;
and with my life I do yet swear
upon my life, this to be true;
Lady, hear, in this my orison,
there are no sins
to be remembered.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Mercy II
Have mercy on me with your love and,
Do satisfy me with the muse of your name;
For that is the way that nature planned it,
And i am around to learn from you.
You are called Mercy and,
I can depend on you because of your mercy;
For the zeal of your heart is like your sweet meal presented to me,
And like the zeal of your love.
Living,
My life;
Creation,
Your life;
But a perfect lover needs mercy!
And i hope that we can live together on this love,
For you have the golden hen around you.
Memories,
To keep it real for Mama Africa! !
But come and take me away with your sweet love,
For you are always on my mind;
And i will be free to fly like a bird up high in the sky.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To Thomas Clarkson
ON THE FINAL PASSING OF THE BILL FOR THE ABOLITION OF THE SLAVE TRADE
MARCH 1807
CLARKSON! it was an obstinate hill to climb:
How toilsome--nay, how dire--it was, by thee
Is known; by none, perhaps, so feelingly:
But thou, who, starting in thy fervent prime,
Didst first lead forth that enterprise sublime,
Hast heard the constant Voice its charge repeat,
Which, out of thy young heart's oracular seat,
First roused thee.--O true yoke-fellow of Time,
Duty's intrepid liegeman, see, the palm
Is won, and by all Nations shall be worn!
The blood-stained Writing is for ever torn;
And thou henceforth wilt have a good man's calm,
A great man's happiness; thy zeal shall find
Repose at length, firm friend of human kind!
poem by William Wordsworth
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Thou wilt find rest from vain fancies if thou doest every act in life as though it were thy last.
quote by Marcus Aurelius
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Fanaticism is the child of false zeal and of superstition, the father of intolerance and of persecution.
quote by John William Fletcher
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True friend
A true friend will be there for you no matter what
A true friend will listen to you if you have a problem
A true friend will care for you
A true friend offer you gum but not cigarettes
A true friend helps you to walk away from a fight but not to start a fight
A true friend will let you to cry on their shoulder
A true friend will never judge you
A true friend will have your back when you get in trouble
A true friend is hard to find
A true friend will be there to the end
poem by Jessica Bousfield
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Shake The Tree
Id love to take this lying down
But the world we know has lost its crown
All night talk n jazz cigarettes
Is never gonna change this killer town
I see her walking
In perfect time
She gives me reason
To carry on
Round the corner comes salvation
Made to order is what you found
Why oh why do we fool ourselves
Is it just the need to carry on
I see her walking
In perfect time
She gives me reason
To carry on
Shake the tree you find
Shake dont cut it down
Glamour takes its toll on you
Throw away whats out of view
Pearls of wisdom hang around your neck
They warm to the touch of your perfect skin
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
I see her walking
In perfect time
She gives me reason
To carry on
Shake the tree you find
Shake dont cut it down
Shake the tree you find
(I see her walking in perfect time)
Shake dont cut it down
(she gives me reason)
To carry on
I see her walking
In perfect time
She gives me reason
To never say die
I see her walking
In perfect time (shake)
She gives me reason (the tree you find)
To never say die
Shake the tree you find
song performed by by INXS
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His Staff and Rod
I can be content with what I have, knowing I always have His staff,
For I have His staff to comfort me, on my journey towards Eternity.
With His rod Christ guides my way, down the path every single day.
Times get hard, this is for sure, but I know that I do have The Lord.
Christ leads me in valleys so low, in places that I don’t really know.
The times that I don’t understand, I know for sure I’m in His Hand.
And when in the Hand of The Lord, in any place I know I’m secure,
For any place that I should go, The Lord is with me, this I do know.
When the valley is dark as night, I have with me His guiding Light,
His Light guides me in all I do, as I travel the valley safely through,
And as I travel to higher land, I’m being led by God’s Mighty Hand.
Along the way I take a stand, to praise the name of The Son of Man.
On my journey I sometimes stop, high above upon a mountain top,
It’s a mountain high so I can see, what The Lord can do through me.
Christ fills me then with a zeal, that lets me know His Love is real.
And with this zeal I can testify, He still is Lord who reigns on High.
God can reach you where you are, it doesn’t matter if near or far,
For He is God of the mountain peak, on every day of every week,
And He is God in the valley low, and any place where you may go.
Just call on God from anywhere, and my friend, He’ll meet you there.
(Copyright ©01/2005)
Quatrain #459 - The knowledge and or experience of God.......
The knowledge and or experience of God is very real
that to have a glimpse of It one must have much zeal.
The person who strives for the Truth with sincerity and devotion
will obtain the grace to know the Reality above any false notion.
poem by George Krokos
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Happy Solitude--Unhappy Men
My heart is easy, and my burden light;
I smile, though sad, when thou art in my sight:
The more my woes in secret I deplore,
I taste thy goodness, and I love thee more.
There, while a solemn stillness reigns around,
Faith, love, and hope within my soul abound;
And, while the world suppose me lost in care,
The joys of angels, unperceived, I share.
Thy creatures wrong thee, O thou sovereign good!
Thou art not loved, because not understood;
This grieves me most, that vain pursuits beguile
Ungrateful men, regardless of thy smile.
Frail beauty and false honour are adored;
While Thee they scorn, and trifle with thy Word;
Pass, unconcerned, a Saviour's sorrows by;
And hunt their ruin with a zeal to die.
poem by William Cowper
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My Friend Zone (ARSHAD)
Arshad is a member of my friend-zone,
He that bears not really a good height,
But has an attractive face to be shown,
And rich in zeal, pelf and also in might.
A helpful friend he is to all of us,
His friends are boys and too girls,
In the society he is rewarded a good status,
But he prefers girls to the boys.
His father runs trade of a famous oil,
My experience as my friend I find,
On girls he does his money spoil,
And believes in them like a blind.
poem by Mohammad Muzzammil
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