Even if
Even if your servants
are sent to visit and destroy
and with glowing red eyes
tries to squeeze the
breath of life
out of me.
Even if you appear
like the Angel of light
which you were
when you walked
among the glowing
treasures unknown and named
in this part of the universe.
Even if great and wealthy men
and secret societies
and people in the east
and tribal men in the bush
worship and follow you,
I know that you are just
a created being
and afraid of and powerless
against the Almighty One.
Even if your presence
and that of your host
and the shape that our world is in
and illness, rage, pestilence and war
proofs that you exist,
it’s greater proof
that a loving holy God
gives the power to choose.
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The sun
Let thousands of light combine
It can't, in fact, compare to shine
Sun has remained source of energy
Certainly a divine gift from almighty
Few rays of morning light
Can grant you unique delight
Days pass of with full of energy
Happiness all over without any worry
Can we dream about world without sun?
There will be complete Dark Age and everybody may run
Not a single soul can exist and life is impossible
Sun is at the centre and fully capable
Only object known as the embodiment of source
Rare natural object with ever last lasting force
Life and death is completely dependant
Its rise from east and setting in east is very much important
Millions world over worship and rejoice
Reality can hardly be denied without choice
Let us pray for its continuous existence
Blessings to mankind and entire universe for their presence in
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Fractions
Do not let your hearts
be troubled
that is the final instruction
of the master of this
universe
who left us to visit his
house
to spend time with his
father
if we follow this
then
we can walk on the lake
feed the multitudes
sleep beside the master
glowing like a burning
bush
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Guardians Of The Sky
To what is this orb that toward earth shines,
Illuminating the many dark corners of the night,
Piercing through the dark and lonely wilderness,
To show the innocent the way home.
There’s nothing in the dark the orb can’t spy,
No mission or secret a man can hide,
Try as you might,
Futile your attempt would be.
But does the orb hide secrets of its own,
Things stationary, concealed behind it’s glowing face,
Mysteries that yet hold the key to a new life,
A life of living in the dark and realm of shadow.
But fear not the dark at night,
The dark may be overpowering but its might is short lived,
With the downfall of night a new power arrives,
The power of light and warmth.
The orb of day has power beyond measure,
Power to rid the world of darkness and fear,
When the orb of day cometh the orb of night retreat,
The unrelenting assault taking its toll.
Yet the next night and every night approaching,
We will see the orb of night glowing in the sky,
This if nothing else proves to us that,
Darkness is a part of the day, just as much as light.
poem by Thomas Vaudin
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You do exist
Dear God of the holy trinity
when in this morning light I see this day,
it can be like any other
or it can be the greatest one of all
depending on what I make of it,
as a being with free choice
and I do not need to explore the vast world,
nor do I have to dwell in scientific research
or bother with laws of mathematics
to know that You do exist, that by unknown,
incomprehensible power you have created the universe,
space and this planet called earth,
the sun, the sky and even man and much more than this:
that you love me and every other human being.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Headed In The Right Direction
Chorus
Headed in the right direction
I can see the light of day
Ive got love as my connection
Theres an angel showing me the way
Been reaching for love all my life
I couldnt find it always one step behind it
Now I know it was mine all the time finally I am
Chorus
Headed in the right direction
I can see the light of day
Ive got love as my protection
Theres no need for me to be afraid
I spend so much time with my head in the clouds
Now that Ive got my feet on the ground
I found that I am
Chorus
Headed in the right direction
I can see the light of day
Ive got faith and intuition telling me that I will be okay
Down the path that I walked there was eyes
Somebody told me that I look like Im glowing
They just dried all the tears from my eyes now I can see that
Chorus
Headed in the right direction
I can see the light of day
Now Ive found my pearl of wisdom
Theres no need for me to be afraid
Headed in the right direction
Theres an angel showing me the way
I have found my inspiration
Headed in the right direction
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Why This World Exists (In Answer To Louis Esterhuizen)
From the moment that I could think
I was wondering why this world does exist,
man is born in a place
where everything goes to destruction and decay?
What kind of God creates a place
where there is pain, suffering and hardship
where catastrophe at times hit mercilessly
as if every thing is going into damnation and darkness?
Some faiths believe that man
reincarnates over and over,
to in the end become part of a god,
have got to live though this desolation time and again.
Only the Christian faith declares
why our world is in this state,
about a almighty God who comes, to take up man’s guilt
with a salvation plan and how its going to end.
If you read the holy Bible carefully,
it’s clear that Lucifer was created perfectly,
that out of his own will he wanted to be equal to God,
he wanted to stop worshipping God.
When he broke the law
he created the biggest crisis in the universe
persuading other angels to act in rebellion,
where Michael (who is like God)
and his angels defended the heaven.
At that moment God could have wiped out Lucifer
and his followers instantaneously
but then everyone would serve Him out of fear and not out of love
and his Godly character did not even consider that possibility
whereupon He made a plan to solve this problem eternally.
God exists from eternity and is without a beginning,
through Jesus Christ, God created the world, by His own hands formed man
in the image of God and blew into him the breath of life,
He created man as two sexes, as man and woman.
Man was instructed to multiply,
to bring forth a own life in his image, to bring forth children,
to rule over the earth, the animals, birds and fishes
and everything was perfect in the whole earth, in every single thing.
It was then that God started the thing called time,
determining a period of time in which sin has got to abate,
where man as ruler had to lie down laws,
had to eat from the fruit of the earth,
proving to the universe that God is only love,
that dominion demands just laws,
going to the meaning
that the creation came from love.
No angels have ever been ordered to multiply
or to reign, Satan wanted to rule,
wanted to receive worship and become a god,
used his opportunity to lead man into darkness
saying in deception as he still does, that man will get knowledge
will become like God and will not die
and man had then lost his glory
(so as if the master of darkness could bring light)
and in free will man chose,
where his choice had an impact on everything,
even cursing his descendants to a damned world
but God came to place Himself in man’s place
and many people believe that I am only telling a myth here,
but my almighty Lord Jesus Christ lives.
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Best and fine qualities
The Holy Koran, The Holy Bible and so many others
But holier among them is called motherland and mother
The whole world owes its existence to mother’s womb
No less importance is given to the soul rested in tomb
A holy refuge in man’s body that makes whole difference
A person is lost for ever in another world’ presence
He has the blessings from almighty to do worthwhile
He is embodiment of all divine things in his style
No religion teaches intolerance and brutality
This is one of the best and fine qualities
Love to thee spirit and follow the way
He will always be near and show the way
Life is never given importance
It has been given up at once
It may have no particular style
Yet to think over it for a while
All divine objects preach the change
Life not to be kept standstill but turn with age
It may shine with the incorporation of letters on page
Control over desires and peaceful existence without rage
“Come to me and I will take care”
“You feel secure and have to go no where”
You are not to worry and get afraid of devil’s influence
These are themes and essential essence
The sun has existed for millions of years
The same has been put to us in our ears
We understand the presence of divine force
Final selection has to come from any source
It is very difficult to follow different philosophy’
It may look sometimes silly and phony
What we need to follow is adherence
Any religion you from now on hence
Swear on His name and leave behind worry
He will never show you ugly face to feel sorry
Keep any image in mind and worship
The voyage may be smooth to anchor with the ship
We will have peace of mind with first sound of churches bell
First prayer call from mosque may take you away from hell
What else we need to hear or read from holy books?
Let us pray for single religion which takes us out of the hook
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Girl Named Paige
A girl named Paige
With eyes and a face so bright
A girl named Paige
Came into my dreary life
My life, so dark
So full of strife
A girl named Paige
About her I was told
To keep me away until I was old
A girl named Paige
A lesson she did teach
For me to keep sight of my reach
A girl named Paige
Broke my heart
As my world fell apart
A girl named Paige
Perfectly took the part
While adding another fool to her cart
A girl named Paige
Shook my whole world
My eyes were on no other girl
A girl named Paige
Fooled me into loving her
While she secretly lusted another, and another
A girl named Paige
Caused me endless pain
Of this, I'm not ashamed
A girl named Paige
Made me go insane
This girl is love's bane
A girl named Paige
Caused me to do so much
To love her such
A girl named Paige
Made my heart bleed
The woe of pain it did heed
A girl named Paige
I'll never be the same
In that group, she came
A girl named Paige
I loved a whole whole lot
A feeling she returned, did not
A girl named Paige
Others showed me how she was
She screws around just because
A girl named Paige
Has had several boyfriends
She shares between her and her best friend
A girl named Paige
Is sleeping around
Like her mother, she's been around town
A girl named Paige
Has 4 sisters
If you see her vermin family, you surely won't miss her
A girl named Paige
I felt so much emotion
Caused so much devastation
A girl named Paige
Fooled me she loved me so
She can't fool anyone no more
A girl named Paige
Has no future for her
She'll be working as a stripper
A girl named Paige
Will have a horrible existence
For her whole being is full of pestilence
A girl named Paige
Makes you love
A false gift from above
A girl named Paige
Should be gone from this world
She gives a bad name to all other girls
For Paige G.
With love, Joseph
poem by Joseph Shofner
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To believe
To believe that God does really exist and is almighty;
has created the universe, each star, planet
and this old earth
that he is able in his Godliness
and that He Himself has formed man
with His own hands,
has blown life into the first humans,
has walked on this earth
as a human, to save every one,
out of nothing else but selfless love
is an action to unlock the heart
with faith as that of a child,
who is not blinded by the adult world.
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God Created The Lamb And The Tiger Also
When God created the world, called it 'GOOD',
He didn't say some is good, some is bad, but this is our lively hood.
That is how here is only the LAW, where we can choose,
Life or malediction, positive or negative, hope or fear or we loose.
Some was created to follow the law,
Some to play out the law as a flaw,
Everything is just a passing play on the stage,
Go on, face your lessons, get wiser with age.
After many experiences you can figure out your part,
Whatever it is your part, play it with all your heart.
Do not try to be what you are not created,
Just follow your inner feelings, do not complicate, be right spirited.
However, the wise will find the way to fate,
Will choose life and never malediction & never hate,
They will live in perfect harmony,
No matter what goes on in the surrounding irony.
Remember, we cannot force the world for our will,
We can change only ourselves, then will disappear all the ill.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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In The Age Of Celebrity Worship
In the age of celebrity worship our own small gods we do create
And mortals like ourselves in the flesh we worship and celebrate
People who are good at golf and tennis and various other games of ball
We give them their big egos though pride can come before a fall
We look up to wealthy people and those of privileged birth and give to politicians power
And in the presence of the dictator they've created a Nation's people cower
We give big egos to strangers people we may never meet
At the table that they dine at we will never have a seat
Yet the unsung heroes of our town we choose for to ignore
He is just an ordinary fellow the bloke who lives next door
But he helps his wheelchair bound neighbour without asking for reward or pay
And for someone in need in the neighbourhood he does a good deed every day
But we see him as an ordinary bloke and his praises are unsung
Many of our heroes are quite dashing and competitive and young.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Your Majesty The Highest
The heaven firmament,
the deity, the master,
having authority.
The ruler of the universe
excellence power over all.
The great stronghold,
miracle and wonder
is in your hands,
amazing power!
perfectly made by
your words.
The power of God
manifest to all living
and the dead.
high above.
holy, holy holy
to God Almighty
Eternal power and
grace devine.
The heaven and earth
is in you.
poem by Jocelyn Dunbar
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Sage Recollects After Meeting
He was a great man a strong
man, tireless in his fabled strength.
The greatest healer from a people
known for their wild men of healing.
It seemed a great sorrow
was upon him always
near about him manifest.
As if he looked into guilty,
human heart as if through a child.
Giving compassion
despite what he found within.
Though a great joy of expectation
always radiated his presence
shone in his far-seeing eyes.
No fever no withered limb
had power before him.
He took broken links
of sinful body, those rusted or lost.
None held a mystery.
Knowing original pattern of design
created it whole in an instants touch.
Yet it was rebellious mind he would address,
for divine will of an unknown God
prophetic future he would foretell.
Sealed doors were his to open
dead arise at his word
with greater life than life itself.
A mystery. The body,
the mind, a weight of sin.
Three he healed as one.
I have heard of many great men
but he rose above all I knew of.
He was touched of the unknown God.
Spoke truth, his words are
can never be buried, sleep
be covered fully by age’s dust.
Buried as great treasure in hidden places
by those who should till the field.
Light of truth shines through affixed seals.
Never will his echo fall into silence.
Speaking of his Apostles how
could they not be such,
when they walked for a moment
in present living likeness of God?
A sage remembers his first encounter with Jesus of Nazareth in the Galilee at the start of his ministry.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The thunder cat
In the bush I see a strange thing,
a secret cat
that like a phantom
follow our tracts, shadowing behind
leaving no tracts of its own.
Red eyes glow at night
with the intensity of a fire burning
but every time that I really look
it’s out of reach.
Around the orange-yellow fire
where we are barbequing the meat
from the day’s hunting
I can almost smell the monster
where it sneaks out of sight
around us.
I wonder what has awaken
in the wild veldt, the jungle
and what hell of a thing
we now have drawn
from its sleep?
My.308 rifle and hunting knife
both lie near to my side,
but something let me comprehend
that no usual weapons
will stand against this monster
but at that time I am still convinced
that it’s only imagination
and the tiredness, the party
at the fire
and my thoughts are playing with me.
Totally unconcerned we go to sleep
and with time the flames
burn lower and lower
and there are only glowing coals left.
When I wake up with a start
a bright moon is in the sky
and something strange
stand over me
and it looks part transparent
but still with a fixed
dark form.
I can smell death
on the breath of it
and see its teeth glittering
and it’s as if thunder
flames from its jaws
when it bites at me
and an urge for survival
let me jump from the ground
to the other side
of the glowing coals
and its teeth clash on each other.
Next to me lies a shovel
and some of the coals
still have small flames
and I see that the coals
make it hesitate for a moment.
Desperately I grab the shovel,
scoop if full of coals
and when the monster
opens its jaws again
to take another bite at me
and I get the rotten smell
of its foul breath
I throw the whole shovel
down its throat.
For a moment it roars thundering,
is filled with bright white thunderbolts
and stand ablaze
and looks like a thunder cat
before it disappears into the darkness
and becomes nothing
as if suddenly it’s in another dimension
and everybody stares at me
with eyes huge as saucers
and from the sand
I pick up two teeth
that shines strangely, like diamonds,
but with an unknown blue-white fire
glowing from the inside.
poem by Gert Strydom
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All Living Things
The world was not created
for just man alone.
It was created to give
all living things a home.
From the smallest
to the largest
they all have a place on earth.
This why we should not destroy it
in or greed and thirst.
We should look around
and enjoy everything we see,
preserve instead of destroy,
so life in everything can pass along
the bountiful treasures
we all take for granted.
10 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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A Prayer
I pray, not for I love You
Nor either for I owe You
But I pray O Almighty One
- if at all You exist-
To relieve this world of crooked ones
If you canst, O, change me so
That I might in the shape of fire
Spread and destroy them all;
That I might in the shape of thunder
Strike them instantaneous death:
Give me any shape in which
I might rid this world of evil ones:
Or else, give me the power
That I might, in the poor, confidence inspire
That they might break the chains
And dispense justice unto themselves.
I beseech Thee O Thou mighty one
Give me such power for I can't see
The women looted of their honour
Hunger causing suicides
Lust driving men to madness
Love being denied.
I pray Thee O Thou Creator
Of this miserable world:
Rise from thy slumber and rid us
Of thy vicergents as wicked they be:
If Thou canst, make me so powerful
That I might do thy job. [1955]
We Choose
We could choose to end all starving,
We could end all prejudice,
We could choose to end all war,
We did this all before,
We could end all pollution,
We could choose to end poverty and strife,
We did this all before, we had a holy life.
We deny our God Selves every day,
We need Saints to worship and say it’s O.K.
We choose to keep our institutions,
that have a stake in all this,
to keep illness going and keep us from bliss.
Now, read the book “Conversations with God”
One, Two and Three,
Then if you are ready you will listen and finally see.
What We could do things differently, if We so choose,
We should make changes now, we have no time to lose.
Written By Christina Sunrise on November 8,2011
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Glowing is her Bonnet
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Glowing is her Bonnet,
Glowing is her Cheek,
Glowing is her Kirtle,
Yet she cannot speak.
Better as the Daisy
From the Summer hill
Vanish unrecorded
Save by tearful rill—
Save by loving sunrise
Looking for her face.
Save by feet unnumbered
Pausing at the place.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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There is a secret force
Life is a school
that teaches in abundance
and in every thing about us,
there’s a secret force
that guides and upholds.
There’s a great power
that patterns galaxies
throughout immensity
and structures where,
every thing fits into
a master design
and sets the planets,
in a circuit
that brings seasons
and determines time.
From the structure
and life of the atom,
to every living thing,
in beautiful flowers
of every colour and shape,
insects that crawl
and leap and fly,
big and small
birds in the sky,
animals that graze
and hunt and feed
there’s a mysterious force
that sustains it all
with infinite power.
That same power
is working in every human being
and in every body
a design is structured
to regulate and maintain
a complex system
and the energy called life,
but yet man has a choice
to interact with or deny
the ultimate being called God.
[Reference: “To whom then will you compare me, or who is my equal? Says the Holy One. Lift up your eyes on high and see: Who created these? He who brings out their host and numbers them, calling them all by name; because he is great in strength, mighty in power, not one is missing. Why do you say, O Jacob, “My way is hidden from the Lord and my right is disregarded by my God? ” Have you not known? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; his understanding is unsearchable.” Isaiah 40: 25-26.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Russian Cathedral
Bow down my soul in worship very low
And in the holy silences be lost.
Bow down before the marble man of woe,
Bow down before the singing angel host.
What jewelled glory fills my spirit's eye,
What golden grandeur moves the depths of me!
The soaring arches lift me up on high
Taking my breath with their rare symmetry.
Bow down my soul and let the wondrous light
Of beauty bathe thee from her lofty throne,
Bow down before the wonder of man's might.
Bow down in worship, humble and alone;
Bow lowly down before the sacred sight
Of man's divinity alive in stone.
poem by Claude McKay
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