He is the creator and mediator
He that could speak and things appear right there,
that reached out His hand mightily over the universe,
He is the creator and also the mediator,
He who is blinding, who makes lightning bolts lash out,
did not save Himself for me a mere human,
He fell down from God to a mere man
and how can I explain His deepest love
that He still selflessly gives to everyone?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Human Beings
It is only love I feel
That will give us peace of heart
In my hour of desperate need
I feel closer to the one
Oh but why...
Please
Human being
If you bleed
they will say it was destined
They'll be punchin' tickets
By the minute if you fall out of line
desperate
desperate
Tell me is it death you feel
That will bring you peace of life.
Who wants
Tell me you're one of us
Tell me you're one
Tell me you're one of us
Tell me you're one
When you lose your self esteem
That's when love dies...
Ohhh...
Please human being
If you bleed
They will say that it's destined
They'll be punchin' tickets
By the minute if you fall out of line
We're mere human beings we die
So...
So...destined desperate
Well I feel
When you've reached number one
You look like you're puffing but
Really only blocking the sun...
Blocking the sun
Blocking the sun
We're mere human beings
We die
It's destined
They'll be punchin' tickets
By the minute you fall out of life
We're mere human beings we die
We're mere human beings we die
Desperate
It's destined
We're mere human beings we die
desperate
it's destined
destined
We're mere human beings we die
song performed by by Seal from Human Beings
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God the creator
There is deeper mathematic, greater science
in the composition of the universe,
in how things function in it
while mere man now days claim
that God did not create
and things do not fall to disrepair
but still man tries to understand God
as if man does not at a time perish
and can mightily stay on existing,
do know the laws and makeup of even God,
but in everything that exists
God has penned His will down,
He knows the orbits of all things
as He has created everything.
poem by Gert Strydom
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How Do I Love You?
In mere words I can find no kind of way
to express the depth of my love for you,
the yearning of every passing day,
not even in the things that I say and do.
In the simple small daily kind of things
that fit into the mere puzzle of life,
intimate, sincere heartfelt tidings
outbalancing the every day strife
it is all unclear in the silent need,
that comes natural to you as my wife
it is from far beyond any act or deed
and its truth never pierces like a knife,
but is much like childhood faith, without pain
it is somewhat difficult to explain…
poem by Gert Strydom
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If There Is Something More (In Answer To Edgar Allan Poe) (Novelinee Sequence)
If all we are, see or may deem to be
is smashed like drops of sand on the beach
while in nothing there is constancy,
continually for something more we reach.
where we play but trifle roles that are set,
if all of life is just but on a stage
then all things are just on chance a mere bet,
where destiny strikes with a sudden rage,
then for survival man does a war wage.
If to survive man does a war wage,
then any happiness is swept away,
man yearns for the divine in every age
while actually nothing is set to stay,
while we are just actors in a kind of dream
but I know and feel life is more than this,
that things come to much more than they do seem,
where we find meaning in the way life is,
with something more in every sweet kiss
If there is something more in a sweet kiss
than chemistry and passionate feeling,
if we find happiness in human bliss,
are not set to be constant away reeling,
then somehow something lives on, we are save,
even if but mere chance still does insist,
save from oblivion’s decimating wave,
even if we see nothing, as a atheist,
as in the hand of God man does exist.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Mere Man
i am nothing but a mere man, with mere thoughts
but with a love and song so deep in my heart
that it touches every part, every part of my total being.
this is what my friends and family are seeing.
i look at you, and every feature of you face
stays in my mind.
the sparkle in your eyes, the tenderness of your lips
your soft brown hair, and cute little nose
shows the beauty of a perfect pose.
i am but a mere man, and you as my companion
we'll walk hand in hand.
absorbing all of the LORDS wonders.
the blue skies, the stars at night
the clouds, the grass, the trees
and the tiny honeybees.
the oceans, rivers, and the streams
all of which can be seen.
billions of wonders on this earth
the most important one is-'giving birth'.
it does not matter if it's human
animal, plant or fowl,
its beauty is world reknown.
a mere man am i
but the LORDS beauties will never die.
poem by Louis Rams
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Kash...
kash....
Kabhi aap samajh paate
Mere shabdo ki nahi
Mere hriday ki bhasha.
Dekh paate,
Mere hotho ke muskarahat ke pare
Mere palko me chuupi ghata.
Kabhi sunte mere sannate
Ki bojhal vayatha.
Mehsoos karte
Har saaans me
bujhti,
jalti
Mere sapno ki shama.
Kabhi jaan pate
iss nashwar se deh
me base
aatman ki ankahi dastann.
Par shayad
Ye hona na tha
Hume youn tooth kar bikharna hi tha
Aap aakhir marichika ho mere ragistan ke
Yo aap ko paakar khona hi tha.
Par phir bhi
kash...
kabhi aap....-anjali
poem by Anjali Kakati
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Life does not mean mere karma or mere bhakti or mere jnana.
quote by Vinoba Bhave
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God is Love and Love is God
God is love;
By love, God made man;
Through love, He cares for man;
With love, He guides and protects him;
Due to love, He transforms man throughout life;
Because of love of man, He incarnated;
For love of man, He permitted His only begotten Son to suffer and be crucified;
Love of man made Him to redeem man;
Just love makes Him to welcome man to heaven;
Mere love makes God to forgive man for all his trespasses;
Divine love makes God to await for man;
Sheer love made God form the universe;
Love is God.
Can man ever fail to love God back?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 30-09-2012
poem by John Celes
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Infusion
Lost. Lost. Lost in confusion
Lust lust the glove of illusion
Save a soul for now it’s sold as love is mere infusion
The wrong song has a place
Instrumental in its bow
Her lips give off a given taste
Incessant shows me how
A wink, I think of hidden lace
Theatre in her show
To drink away would only waste
The bond we fight to grow
Lost. Lost. Lost in confusion
Lust lust the glove of illusion
Save a soul for now it’s sold as love is mere infusion
A merry go of fast and slow
Leaves upon the ground
Hurry now for we know how
A beating heart must sound
Terror of a love we lost
Remain so pleased we found
Hurried through at such a cost
lies cheap to any pound
Lost. Lost. Lost in confusion
Lust lust the glove of illusion
Save a soul for now it’s sold as love is mere infusion
poem by Mark Richardson
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The Infinitesimal
small is
Infinitesimal
a small grain of
rice
contains all the food
of this world
need i repeat when he
once said
that one must see the
universe
in the grain of
sand
the whole of love and
affection
in the hands
the magnificence of
creation in the mere spark
of stone
to stone
the magical grace of
the earth
in the sway of the
bamboo tip
of change in the mere blink
of an eye
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I must take issue with the term 'a mere child,' for it has been my invariable experience that the company of a mere child is infinitely preferable to that of a mere adult.
quote by Fran Lebowitz
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There are thousands that act both selfless and brave
There are thousands that act both selfless and brave,
some feel the planet's agony as they love beyond death,
others labour for what is right and good in what they sense
but with great incompetence man lives his mortal life,
some look as visionaries at a world beyond mere sight,
others dwell in the wonders of human form and grace
and in all of this we dwell in the darkest kind of night,
while we live, laugh and cry as members of the human race
and yet there is loveliness in what we experience,
in what we see and act upon and feel at times
as we hope and love and are caught in passion,
as if mere man was destined for something much more.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Love turns mere water into wine
Love turns mere water into wine
and earthly things become divine.
Swallowing hurt and hatred up
it sweetens every bitter cup.
Love satisfies the deepest thirst
and always puts its' loved one first.
It does not hurt, but seeks to please
and even love its enemies.
The Poetic Experience
writing for me is like hammering
a nail... you keep pounding till
it's driven. what i have tried
to do, in collusion with others,
is to amass a body of work that
celebrates the human in human
beings... with all its pain,
suffering, turmoil, and all the
trials, the human experience is
still the eternal experience...
the only hope for humanity to
survive lies in turning inward.
until we know ourselves, we can
never have the god experience,
and can never truly interact with
others, can never even see others,
much less know them! we are mere
reflections of each other, mere
reflections of god... the sameness
that lies below our differences
is both deep, and wide!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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My Beautiful One
Let me introduce you,
to my beautiful one
who lyk the morning sun
brightens up my day.
Without mincing words,
my beautiful one than beauty beautiful,
wonderfully make my world
loving, lovely and delightful.
My beautiful one can't be compared
to any wonder earth can offer.
Truly, in the tempest of all tides
makes me an excited overcoma.
You are one in a million,
honestly, one in a trillion
be there gods together in a zillion
none can match your awe.
My beautiful one,
words lack I to describe you,
you the universe with words won
your glory I declare above all.
Above all, truly I declare
your Lordship over they
that are the works of mere men,
mere men that worship imperfect gods
Glory to you lord of lords,
honor to you master of masters.
To you my beautiful one,
I will love to the latter
poem by Olujobi Jedidiahz
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What Mother Nature?
The often used phrase Mother Nature that to many seems to be so dear,
When used to describe the weather's maker is very blasphemous I fear.
The term is simply degrading and not befitting to The Creator of all,
And it is just one more sign of the depravity created by man's fall.
The Creator Himself makes the clouds his chariot in the sky up above,
And He rules from His Heavenly Throne with both wrath and with love,
He's not mother tending nature, but the Sovereign Master of the sky,
Who sends rain on both the righteous and unrighteous from on high.
From His hands He sends the lightning flashing down upon the earth,
This is The Creator's gracious warning to all of a new storm's birth.
God then follows this with the sound of His Majestic Awesome thunder,
And all this is just a small glimpse of God's Mighty Awe and Wonder.
When it becomes cold God sends the snow to blanket the now bare land,
Leaving a beautiful winter scene painted by The Master's Mighty hand.
The breath of God produces ice and the broad waters become frozen.
And the ice and snow that covers the earth stops the labor of all men.
No one truly knows from where the lightning and hail is dispersed,
Or exactly how and why the ice and snow is spread upon the earth.
The test will be the tribulation for all the learned and the wise,
To explain how Mother Nature made hailstones 100 pounds in size.
In Marriage, Love Speaks
in marriage, words are useless
with a mere wink, the other knows what the other wants.
with a mere touch, their world merge
like birds having their own song as language
love, love, and the gaze, this is all that speaks.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That Rain
Thunder starts rolling in
As it fell from the skys
Rain
Oh how it knows me so
As I stand underneath it
While I welcomed it with wide open arms
With my head facing the lightning bolts up ahead
The rain drops upon my face
Like welcoming kisses
As the thunder roared louder than the mightiest lion
As the lightning bolts lit up the sky brighter than Vegas itself
I twirled in the rain
Not caring who saw
In that rain
That rain I welcomed ever so
That rain which had the softest touch I had ever felt
poem by Storm Pedersen
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When intimacy is past
When intimacy, the body’s bliss
is past, as is the last kiss
while you against me fulfilled sleep
some feelings linger and others remain very deep.
There is something more than to touch, to see,
something more than mere intimacy
something that comes unseen
that changes us from what we have been.
A kind of determination, call it principle,
a thing surer than the mere human will,
a kind of devotion that stays true
in everything that we do.
It has a kind of nobleness that in our lives does fit,
if it is not love, then I do not really know it.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Have Seen Her
i couldn't believe
that what i saw was so abstract
i couldn't see a line delineating
reality from fantasy, not a bee
on that usual flower, there is no
house on the hill, no man on the
beach, not a woman on the train,
the rain is a mere syllable,
the clouds mere unseen air,
not so dramatic as a leaf
falling on a rocky ground,
it does not speak of drought
or a truck crumpling a dried
dung, there is no message what
soever that makes an old man
think about his passage to the
afterlife, there was no cat with
nine lives, no electric chair to
see a dead man walking, and yet
this is the point: it is so popular,
and takes the No.1.
something so fishy,
i decided to take my rod
and try my luck
for that slimy fraud.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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