From a confined perspective
I am eager to agree
with the great poet Lina Spies
that what we know, we comprehend and say about God
comes from a human perspective
of which the range is confined
and all things on this planet is God’s property
the sparrows, dogs, cats loved by me
also belongs to Him
and in His created paradise everything was perfect,
maybe on the new earth
things will also be like that
and let believe who wants to
that the heaven is only for people,
I choose to disagree.
Ps. I do not say this out of a dogmatic perspective
but God himself turns love into meaning.
[Reference: Kritiek (Cryticism) by Lina Spies.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Spies Like Us
Ooh ooh what do you do
No one else can dance like you
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody that spies like us
Hey hey what do you say
Someone took your plans away
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody that spies like us
Hey dont feel afraid
Of an undercover aid
Theres no need to fuss
There aint nobody that spies like us
Spies like us
We dont know the meaning of fear
We play every minute by ear
One for all and all for one
Everybodys on the run
Especially at this time of year
Ooh ooh what do you do
No one else can dance like you
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody got spies like us
Hey hey what do you say
No one else can look that way
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody got spies like us
We get there by hook or by crook
We dont do a thing by the book
Never needed special clothes
How we did it no one knows
I guess we must have had what it took
Ooh ooh, ooh
Oh when things get tough
(oh when things get tough)
Guys like us act rough
(guys like us act rough)
Hey hey what do you say
Someone took your plans away
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody that spies like us
Spies like us
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Robotic Things
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
No need for probing deeper,
For those reasons to dissect this.
Signs come!
And...
Keep it in the right perspective.
Those exposing a wisdom,
Are ignored as bores!
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
No need for probing deeper,
For those reasons to dissect this.
Upheaval seen upon the streets.
Keep it in the right perspective.
And...
Poverty increases and defeats.
Keep it in the right perspective.
No need for probing deeper,
For those reasons to dissect this.
And the songs heard they sing,
Sound as if,
They are...
Human beings!
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
And the songs heard they sing,
Sound as if,
They are...
Robotic things!
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
No need for probing deeper,
For those reasons to dissect this.
Signs come!
And...
Keep it in the right perspective.
Those exposing a wisdom,
Are ignored as bores!
And the songs heard they sing,
Sound as if,
They are...
Human beings!
And the songs heard they sing,
Sound as if,
They are...
Keeping it in perspective.
They are...
Keeping it in perspective.
They are...
Keeping it in perspective.
Robotic.
Robotic.
Robotic things.
1-2-3-4...
Remove those brains and toss them on the floor!
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
'Robotic things,
We need more! '
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
1-2-3-4...
Remove those brains and toss them on the floor!
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
'Robotic things,
We need more! '
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love is Not...
Love is not
Gazing at the same things
And expecting to agree
Over what we see.
But listening
To the others perspective,
And seeing through their eyes
With empathy and open mind,
even if you disagree.
We are all unique
So why this urge to
Make carbon copies?
Its part of
Being human
To allow others
the complete experience-
human and being
By simply
Being present
In that moment.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Spies
Who
What
When
Where
Why
How
No one can answer these questions
But the spies
They lurk around every corner
Never doubting a suspicion
Don't assume they'll keep a secret
They won't
Even the worst spies don't
Spies
Essential
Sometimes
To tell the world
That people need peace
Perspective
I need perspective cos Im facing the wall
I need perspective cos Im not that tall
I need perspective heard the trumpet call
Dont trust my eyes want to know where things fall
I need perspective party time for the newly wed
I need perspective colours ran as the images bled
I need perspective like confetti on the flower bed
Dont trust my eyes priest crying hes got fire in his head
Oh gaia, if thats your name
Treat you like dirt, but I dont want to blame
Oh gaia, the wind heats the fire and blows the ash away
I need perspective sitting in a long long hall
I need perspective staring at the white white wall
I need perspective waiting for the phone to call
Dont trust my eyes theres one thing Ive got to tell you all
I need perspective to see through red red skies
I need perspective to carry merchandise
I need perspective I dont trust my eyes
Dont trust my eyes and I dont like surprise
Oh gaia, etc
I used to be industrial giant
Sitting in a garden full of chemical plant
Trying very hard to get you off my mind
Acting like any man
Taking you for everything I can
Just the same, the same as all my kind
-- so blind
I need perspective
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Easter song: 2011
Easter
when Christians come together
to celebrate Christ
rising from death,
giving donations to the church
and rather are gossiping,
bragging with their new cars
than to be interested
in the God of the universe.
Easter
when cars drive past
with people on holiday
Hansel, Gretchen, mom and dad
lay somewhere next to the road
either dead or maimed
or are gambolling at the sea.
Easter
on the trees autumn leaves are shining
in colours of yellow, brown and rusty-brown
and the sun is loosing its heat,
still the entire world is searching
for a redeemer who brings solutions
while crime, violence and pain
is circling out wider and wider.
[Reference: Paaslied: 1985 (Easter song: 1985) by Lina Spies.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Inshallah Alhamdulilah
Lina, what is the color of the light when
you first saw it in the border
between the north and the south?
was the crescent moon more beautiful
when it was full?
tell me, am i in darkness? am i both blind
and deaf? and those of the centuries, are they
muted by the layers of
stony truths?
what stone shall i kiss now? what sandy soil is left for me?
what sun shall i face?
what time shall i bow before the earth and tell it
that i am
another man?
did i ask the right question that Tony
answered before?
You have not met Tony
He has a square jaw
and he carries no puzzle of the jigsaw.
To all these things Lina
i will claim no knowledge
I will not doubt what to do with my long hair
I will not ask you to tell me where must i go.
I rely upon no other voice
But mine alone and no one hears it
The way i utter
my own words to the sea.
The world is noisy, It is not only that. It is too crowded.
I am part of it
in the crowd, but i am not listening anymore.
Back to the basics.
God made the trees.
The sea. The air has always been free.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Change In Perspective
A change in perspective
will change a sunshine filled hour
into a melting, hot, and unbearable eternity.
A change in perspective
will change a meadow of flowers
into a plot of weeds.
A change in perspective
will change a barren wasteland
into a field of opportunity.
A change in perspective
will change a bleak, dark room
into a place of sweet rest.
A change in perspective
is all anyone needs
so go and change.
Make flowers out of weeds.
inspired by Phillip Kenneth Starck, thank you for your comment
poem by Hidden Poet
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Descent Into Grey (Life Poem)
It could be the end of the world as you know it,
When change is a crisis that decolours your life,
If you choose in your blindness to only see grey.
You know nothing has changed, and it's just
Your perspective that turns day into night, but
It could be the end of the world as you know it.
It's hard to see good when the news is so bad,
With everyone nervous about what is to come,
If you choose in your blindness to only see grey.
Go back to a place when colours were bright,
Unless you can see that things are not really grey,
It could be the end of the world as you know it.
Try recolouring your life with Instagram intensity,
And switch back and forth to see it's your choice,
If you choose in your blindness to only see grey.
Repainting your world with your Instagram mind,
A perspective that is more balanced than true, or
It could be the end of the world as you know it,
If you choose in your blindness to only see grey.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Love Is Prime On Earth And In Heaven
Love rules all things though man may disagree
Love’s key opens man’s problematic locks
Love is the cause for Maker making man
Love is the reason why God takes him too!
Love is the winner clear over hatred
Love gives a deeper meaning to our lives
Love makes the brotherhood of nations true
Love goads man’s heart to seek the creator
Love is the basis for man’s existence
Love turns each home, a living paradise
Love makes a man akin to God at times
Love brings us forgiveness of God and bliss
Love turns the earthly transience worth living
Love gives an aim divine in our journey
Love helps us face our challenges in life
Love makes all human beings more humane
Love keeps the human race to grow stronger
Love moves all hearts to remorse, repentance
Love made the one God sacrifice His Son
Love is the cause of heaven’s reality
Love fills the empty heart with hope anew
Love opens new windows and vistas
Love fuses souls to Maker’s intentions
Love adds dignity to our earthly stay
Love is the most potent weapon on earth
Love is the lasting solution to peace
Love makes the earth a somewhat paradise
Love is a gift more precious than all wealth!
poem by John Celes
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I've said we need to look at things from the perspective of working people and taxpayers, not from the perspective of government and government officials.
quote by Scott McCallum
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What Is Freedom? ...............
freedom.......freedom.........freedom............ ....
it contents variety of fact...............
there's no specific meanings for freedom................
because.............different people with different thoughts.................
some other they'd said...........
freedom is involving they-self to something they've love so much
but some other people thought..........
freedom is run away
from something or someone they've dislike too much
I'd do my own observations............
I'd explore the way of life......
I'd tried so many things in my life............
and you know what...........
I loved when i can reach my goals........
I think this is freedom.................
while you learns the way of life.....
you also can reach your satisfaction in your life..........................
That's the way of freedom........................
poem by Lina Manja257
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From A Limited Perspective
I don't see where justice has been served.
'That's because you choose to see it,
From a limited perspective.'
How is that?
'Well...
Even though one has been charged,
With breaching the national defense of the country...
By emailing secrets to his mistress.
You have to admit...
Good he looks in uniform.
Especially with those 'stars' on his shoulders.'
Okay.
I agree with that.
However...
What about the other guy,
Who was seen smoking a joint...
Near church property?
And the smoking of weed has already been legalized.
'That's because you choose to see it,
From a limited perspective.
What has been dilberately done,
Is an intolerable action considered blasphemous...
Against those standards that are valued,
By the ones who are above reproach.
Which are?
'Now...
Had he been in uniform AND cruising the neighborhood,
Chugging a bottle of vodka...
He would not have been brutalized so severely by the police.
This was judged as an unforgivable sin.
That's why they dragged and kicked him repeatedly.'
Smoking weed?
That's ridiculous.
'No, no, no!
He chose to stand within one hundred feet,
'Outside' of the church
But...
Didn't they recently have a sex scandal?
'That was 'inside' the church.
There is a difference.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Real Person
Dancers of the pirate heaven
Accosted rubies of E E Cummings
Memories covered in new age moss
Burn your opines
Play with your hyperbole
Real love is a painful metaphor
I have even gone on a diet
These blue waters spring in my soul
You are the opal morning
The sapphire dawn
You bring the moral perspective
I want to be honest with you
I want to treat you with respect
We shall banter like two spies
Your have become a real person
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Environmental Cause
People gather, to help the earth, all to preserve the planet's worth,
Seeking to preserve earth's value, for all it means to me and you,
They focus on the environment, with a message they won't relent,
The planet must be saved by us, with no mention of Christ Jesus.
Jesus Christ, The Creator of all, is not acknowledged in their call,
Their call to people everywhere, to give the earth the utmost care,
Dismissing that God is in control, of this earth, watching over all,
Even all who believe in heart, in saving earth, they must be a part.
Saving earth is man's cause, though admirable, he should pause,
Seeing who created the planet, He, who controls the environment,
Reflecting on the scope of all; beside God's our efforts are small,
God, Who set the earth in place, sustaining all, through His Grace.
God today, still has His hands, upon all of the seas and the lands,
The Lord God, Who created all, today is watching over every soul,
He, Who sits above every nation, controls the planet's destination,
He alone knows all earth's whys, as men on earth can just surmise.
All changes that are to come, will be instituted by God's own Son,
He who now sustaining all things, Lord of lords and King of kings;
All men will see great devastation, described by Him in Revelation,
And one day The Lord God will birth, a new Heaven and new earth.
Sonnet: Eternal Echoes
All men on earth just love to feel much loved,
For whatever things little, they may do;
Appreciation gets their life-boat towed;
They go to do things better always too.
Appreciation makes the diff’rence then,
Between achiever and those who’re silent;
Mere body-language takes mind to Heaven!
The wanted feeling gives the man his bent.
Just criticize without a bias then;
Do not deride a man’s demerits much;
Misjudge him not for lack of proper ken,
But think of ways to give him ‘Midas-touch.’
See others in their right perspective then;
The environment is not the same for men.
6-6-2001
poem by John Celes
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‘Live and Let Live! ’
‘Live and let live’ – all just say;
But, do the opposite things everyday;
‘Live and let live ‘– is the one and only way,
By which all can live happily today.
This earth is one and human race is one;
Same problems confront all under the sun;
There are so many things that stay undone;
‘Few things are wrought by money or by gun! ’
The division of lands is just Nature’s;
The air we breathe belongs to all creatures;
It cannot be confined to borders made;
When rain is brought by God, all borders fade.
No nation or its peoples have all things;
This world belongs to paupers and too, kings;
Umpteen problems to all, a lifetime brings;
The sky is same for ‘winged’ and without wings!
Why fight o’er borders that are inconstant?
Why spend so lavishly on nuclear arms?
Why try to make the poorer people slaves?
Why aim for overly-produce from farms?
The basic needs of human race are same;
Denying them to brethren is a shame;
Let love and brotherhood remain our aim;
‘To dust we go because from dust we came! ’
A few rich persons hold most earth’s treasures;
Whatev’r we give, we’ll get in like measures;
There are limits for all earthly pleasures;
The love of God on earth made all creatures!
Let rules be such that all can follow them;
Let life be treated sacred everywhere;
Let kindness fill the hearts of world’s leaders;
‘No war can bring a lasting peace on earth.’
‘Live and let live’ –the best thing all can do;
Let love and not fear, all citizens woo;
Our span of life on earth is short and true;
Our love to God and man, let’s all renew!
The earth can be a paradise as well;
Our faulty deeds keep earth almost like hell;
Our destiny is same – history does tell;
Why human toil should be our own death-knell?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-9-2008
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Slow Hands
Track 5 - Slow Hands
Yeah but nobody searches
Nobody cares somehow
When the loving that youve wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
And I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a floral blaze
Cant you see what youve done to my heart
And soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies
We slow hands
Put the weights around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself now
I submit my incentive is romance
I watched the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice cause the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms & grace
I just go crazy like the good old days
You make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you
Can you see what youve done to my heart
And soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies
Yeah we slow hands
You put the weights around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
Killer, for hire you know not yourself
We spies
We slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
We retire like nobody else
We spies
Intimate slow hands killer
For hire you know not yourself
We spies
Intimate slow hands
You let the face slap around the self
song performed by by Interpol
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We All Choose Love
I told my beloved of the books I read
and my perspective changed, all of a
sudden I could see beyond the fantasy
and imaginary beings into the values
highlighted by this enriching addition
to the bedrock of reality underneath
The wonderful principles of loyalty to
family and integrity - being honest to
all loved ones, the age-old dilemma
of balancing honesty with protection
and commitment, the issue of trust
lost or won, and I had to smile at
My inner Agony Aunt who looks down
on fairytales, while my inner Alice-in
Wonderland who looks at everything
in oblique lines, was joyously involved
in the Morality Play of ethical values
in the soul-searching questions of
What truths to convey and what to hide
in an attempt to make people safe, and
the highest sacrifices made, the laying
down of life in the protection of things
and people cherished by those we love
questioning what is most important
Whether there are things we can love
more than life itself, the people we love
and their well-being and ease - or our
own safety, and we all know what the
answer to that is: We all cherish the
things we take delight in more than
Plain physical existence, alone and
bereft, cynical and bitter, we conclude
making wrong choices changes life into
torture and the comedy turns into a full-
scale tragedy, therefore we all choose
what will make us happy in the role
We are playing in life, we all choose love…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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How Are Things In Paradise
Orbison/melson
How are things in paradise since you found a new romance?
Oh, how are things in paradise are you glad that you stood a chance?
Oh, how are things in paradise?
Do you miss me?
Do you ever cry?
Does he try to hold you like I used to do?
Are the stars still in your eyes?
How are things in paradise?
Uh, does he take you hand and whisper I love you?
Oh, dont you know that I love you too?
Is there sunshine or rain?
Are you coming home again?
Oh, how are things in paradise?
How are things in paradise?
How are things in paradise since you said goodbye?
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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