All about facts
Many years later I was to be told about facts in real
It was lavish celebration for new born arrival
There was great pomp and show to mark the birth
If it was possible they could have decorated complete earth
This is how people celebrate the event
For them it is pride and memorable moment
Who knows what fortune the born may bring?
Will he turn poor or become mighty king?
The luck may prove wrong and events may turn
The fun enjoyed at birth time may take ugly turn
The same pomp and show is not seen and there descends gloom
The extravagance is over and all are confined to single room
Well these are all predictions and has nothing to do
The things shape up not as per our desire to go through
It has all the relevance with continuance of long journey
There may remain poverty or accumulation of enormous money
The fortune is linked to child’s birth in family
Then good moments are remembered very easily
At every occasion it is repeated in good gathering
All credit is given auspicious birth and glimmering
What birth has to do with future events?
What linkage can be made for bad moments?
It might have shaped as per the changing schedule
There is no specific lay out or time module
It may be considered as bad omen
If misfortune is brought by any woman
It might have happened due to any other reason
We have tendency to pas on the blame to particular person
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A birth and death
Several deaths in single birth and death cycle
all religious books speak the same including Bible
who can deny the existence death probability
that has been made permanently the continuity
Human beings are always guided by emotions
they emerge in the form of innumerable questions
it may strike as everything is at stake for the future
life is uncertain and nothing can be taken for sure
This leads to imagination as how the life would shape
life would move on smoothly or prove as trap
at every stage it may appear as if the end of journey
you may feel very poor even after having enough of money
No one may comfortably say that he is not afraid of death
he may not be in position to proclaim he is weary of wealth
he too may say falsely that he can withstand any type of wrath
he can do all with the simple reason that he does not believe in faith
It has been clearly laid down that death is complete surety
it has to be faced by child, poor, rich or even mighty
it is of no use to loose the ground at every stage
it may be countered if life at every page
Birth is reality and we have been ushered in new world
the life may be shaped by others who will continue to hold
all cards and bring us up in the realistic atmosphere
even though it is full of challenge, agony, pain and fear
it is realized and understood that life can't be brought to an end
we have to adjust to the scenario with little or some amends
how could one thing of bringing it to stage of collapse?
even if he has to face so much hardship and remain tense
It is not bead of roses that you may be heavenly gifted
it is sheer your efforts that may help the standard to be lifted
not all may be lucky to survive the onslaught of fate
some may get the fortune early of life or very late
It is futile to think of death at every moment
you should not fall prey to defeatist tendency or movement
when we know that life is destined for something new
you have to make concerted efforts and renew
One one birth and one death in complete life span
no second thought or idea must work as plan
it will be cowards death every time
this is drawback and will be considered as biggest crime
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Where is Christmas
Where is Christmas that holy night when a star shone out
so clear and bright.
Where is Christmas when a child was born and there in a
manger he lay meek and forlorn.
Where is Christmas with sherpherds and kings with beautiful angles
on silken wings.
Have we forgotten this Christmas story or do we just think it is full of pomp and glory; yes a king was born but he had no crown and his palace was a stable in Bethlehem Town.
There were no trumpets to the sound of his birth, although he was king of all kings to rule over the earth.
He had no gifts of white steeds to ride, just a lamb and a donkey
that lay by is side; with Christmas tidings brought from a far by
by kings and sherperds that followed a star
So where is Christmas this one of long ago, is it forfotten or do we really want to know.
We light up our homes with celebration in mind and every year we
think is Christmas becoming a bind.
We must stop and think and show some compasion and stop
spending money as if it is going out of fashion.Lets look at
Christmas and set this story in our hearts
before it is lost forever and it's meaning departs.
Christmas is a time for giving because the Lord gave us his son
so let the celebration of his birth be second to none.
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The Children Of Poor And Dysfunctional Parents
The children of poor and dysfunctional parents of any success in life stand little chance
The odds seem stacked against them by their birth circumstance
For them life is an uphill battle a struggle every day
The lady of luck and fortune does never smile their way
Though some wealthy parents can also be dysfunctional it does seem fair to say
That the child born to such parents at least financially will be okay
For those who say money speaks every language are saying what is true
People respect people with money though respect they may not be due,
Pity the poor children who become homeless at a young age and become institutionalized
For most of them their full potential is never realized
In a fair Human World this would never be
By circumstance of birth I feel that good luck was with me
There are millions of homeless children in the World of today
Due to their circumstance of birth in which they had no say.
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Happy b day
Happy birthday Triauna
Today is a great day
The day my girl was born
Monumental occasion
Sound the horn
New born child cute as a button
Dem other babies culdnt say nuffin Literally the truth is all I say
Throughout the years
You made each and every day
Thats just who you are and how you roll Always warm heart never cold
As you open your gifts
Just remember this
Your birth day only comes once a year Every day feel like my birth day because I know you here
The gift you give is priceless
Yet every day the value increases
Second most important born right after Jesus
Brings me back to my thesis
Happy birth day Triauna
poem by Martin McCollugh
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Christmas 2010
Christmas is the time that tells
That God was born a baby boy;
And He was called ‘Emmanuel’
(‘God with us’) , and brought us joy!
Christmas is the time that tells
That love of God was born on earth,
Becoming flesh in virgin’s womb,
Proclaiming the ‘King of Kings’ birth!
Christmas is the time that tells
That Word that was God became man,
And dwelt amongst us for some years,
And suffer in all ways, He can.
Christmas is the time that tells
That peace returned to heart and soul,
And brought back hope to sinners too,
Who aim toward a heavenly goal.
Christmas is the time that tells
That prophecy of birth of Christ
In Scriptures came to be fulfilled,
As angel choirs sang in Highest.
Christmas is the time that tells
That God chose poverty at birth,
To know how tough life on earth is,
And showed how woes can become mirth.
Christmas is the time that tells
That Christ was born to save mankind
From sins of present, future, past,
And peace came back to heart and mind.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 07-12-2010
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He Was Born In Ussr
He was born in USSR
At the hospital there
At 5: 30 am
And that was the time that his mother gave birth to him
But I remember that she said that giving birth was very hard
And I can say to that
Thanks God that men don't give birth
Because I don't think they would want to go through with it
Knowing that there is pain in giving birth to a baby
But when he was 13 he moved from USSR to United States
So that he could get a god education
And a good job in his life
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Death and Birth
Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death.
Birth is close to death and not vice versa.
Every birth is at the result of a death.
Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.
The death of clay is the birth of a pot;
The death of the pot is the birth of clay.
Ice melts to water and water forms ice.
In each conversion, occur death and birth.
The death of a night is the birth of a day;
The death of a day is the birth of a night.
New Year means the death of the old year too.
In each transition, takes place death and birth.
The death of a seed is the birth of a plant;
The death of gametes is the birth of an embryo.
Salts die to form cells; cells die to form salts.
In each growth, form death and birth of matter.
The so called death and birth is nothing but
Deaths and births of forms made of matter.
The matter itself does not die to be born
But is converted to different forms.
Elements disappear to form plants.
Plants as food add to the animals’ flesh.
Plants and animals on death liberate
As elements, serving through worms and germs.
When a child is born, there’s no birth of life.
The embryo transforms into a child.
When a man dies, there is no death of life.
The body disintegrates to salts.
Matter, energy and life have no death
They have got one birth since when they’ve been.
They interact and come different stages
In which the pattern is death and birth.
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Many Say Our Life's Journey
Many say our life's journey is fashioned from the life choices we make
That due to poor decisions the wrong road we do take
But assumptions to make to some people do come easily
The people who discount what is known as life's destiny,
The child born of parents living in poverty
Disadvantaged from birth what life choice has she or he?
Homeless as teenagers with little to eat
On the dingy sidewalks of Poverty Street
Life choices not for those of the poor streets of town
For most from there life's journey never leads to renown
Homeless as teenagers they turn to drugs and crime
And like their parents before them serve many years of jail time
Life choices are not for everyone it does seem to me
Though with me on this one many would disagree.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Birth of A Feeling
There was a great storm in my mind,
I heard the thunder pounding in my heart,
Even lightning struck through my nerves,
The condition senseless and unusual,
The vibrations so intense and vivid,
My heart so determined and focused,
The muscles pulling and stretching,
My heart was in a labour room,
The birth of a feeling
I saw you and I liked you,
My sight impregnated my heart,
The world longed to witness the day,
Behold the day has came,
My heart in a state of shock,
Holding in its hand a feeling,
Behold let the day be remembered
The birth of a feeling
In an unexpected labour room,
With an unexpected general populacy,
For an unexpected pure lady,
A feeling was born, for her
Should the feeling die a young one,
Or should it reach adulthood,
It is a question of faith, yes
Spare her the good news,
Or keep the feeling a secret,
For how long will i hide the feeling,
For the birth I alone knows,
Yet the death we dont expect
I am falling for you,
Yet falling without you,
In the womb still I was not sure,
The doubts of a child in the womb,
I skipped my period and I knew,
Yes I was pregnant with a feeling for you,
Celebrate this birthday with me,
The birth of a feeling
You may never be the parent,
But the child is for you,
Adopt it maybe, or abandon it maybe,
It shall so mightly grow and grow,
Oh beautiful feeling of mine,
I celebrate, the birth of a feeling
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With green ground
I sat in corner almost feeling lonely
Even though the evening was pleasant and lovely
The Sun was about to set and sky was turning red
The Sun was loosing shine and I was feeling sad
Life had seen almost all colors
Right from childhood dreamer
To all events that led to marriage
And from that after to present age
I t was simple journey to be taken along
Wife was with me for right or wrong
How could it be possible without her participation?
I was weighing her contribution with invaluable relation
The birth of first child was like angel's arrival
We almost forgot everything including the struggle
We were in tight rope to meet both the ends
Yet his inclusion in family changed our trend
The birth of second child almost finished our crusade
Now it was time to adopt strict family control and forbade
Any more attempt to include new members in the family
We were now a complete family and lead it happily
What a lovely show to become horse and crawl?
The grand children are refusing to make me any withdrawn
They are on my back and beating with sticks
With their smooth skin legs and hitting kicks
I must be feeling nice in the last leg of journey
To leave behind everything and offer prayers to almighty
Have I to leave behind everything?
This has made me to feel bad in the evening
I see beautiful garden with its full blossom
How these children make noise and roam in the room?
I see it with my happy eyes and wonder heaven
What else one should expect when some people are not offered it even
The sun may set and night may creep in
What else can be before eyes and seen?
I pray Him for taking me along full round
The earth is same yet it is covered with green ground
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Baby Emmanuel On Christmas Day
A Lamb of God is born tonight,
And sleeps upon just hay;
The boy must Shepherd flocks to light.
Be King on Judgment Day!
He chose a manger, poor and cold;
The earth He made hadn't room!
‘A Virgin gave Him birth, ' we're told,
He is the world's Bridegroom!
Shepherds by fire-side were first,
To have a glimpse of the child;
They worshipped Him for He was Christ,
Though born both meek and mild!
A star atop the stable stood:
A sign of kingly birth!
For mankind's sins, yet, die, He would,
To give us endless mirth!
O baby Jesus, born today,
'Come dwell within my heart! '
'You are the light and truth and way,
Be with me, don't depart! '
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Womb to womb to tomb
I am born unto this womb
To be born again unto another womb
Before I take birth once again unto another womb
Then as mark of respect
A tomb shall man place on that womb
To remind the world
That this day a man
Was, born unto this womb.
Before another birth I seek
To live another life in another womb
In the seas of life I shall swim
Before I am once again ready
To take birth unto this womb
To be born again unto another womb
Before, I take birth once again to be entombed.
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Unto You This Night
On a night so long ago
By the light of one bright star
Two weary travelers far from galilee
Took refuge in a stable
Where a little child was born
To bring the gift of love to you and me
When the angels told the shepherds of his birth
There came a great rejoicing on the earth
Chorus:
And they sang glory to God in the highest
Dawning that first christmas morn
Peace on earth and ridings of great joy
For unto you this night a child is born
And, lo, these many years since then
That ancient star still guides us
And now again our christmas voices ring
Blessed we are and safe at home
With loved ones her beside us
And in the still and silent night we sing
How the angels told the shepherds of his birth
And there came a great rejoicing on the earth
Repeat chorus:
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Time To Share
Once we are saved and truly Born-Again,
The question may be, is what to do then?
With a heart filled with love and lead by The Spirit,
We share the Good News with all who will hear it.
The Good News to share is the Gift of Salvation,
To be shared with every tribe, tongue, and nation.
This Gift we receive, is truly one of a kind,
It is the only Gift that opens the eyes of the blind.
Yes, those who were blind and once trapped in religion,
Heard the Good News and made a life changing decision.
The decision that they made gave them a New Birth,
A Miraculous one that comes from no place on earth.
This New Birth comes from our dear Lord, in heaven above,
And once we are born-again, we are filled with His Love.
His Love fills you with a desire to share this Good News,
And understanding the times, there's not a moment to lose.
This Gift is by Grace alone and found through only One,
Through our Great Lord and Redeemer, God's only Son.
Time is very short and tomorrow may never be,
So today is the day in which to help blind men see.
(Copyright © 08/2002)
Ode to Rebirth - Cross Century Surgery Operation
voila! if rebirth is a fact and
time travel is mastered
you can always request
at the cross century
surgery theatre, your first human birth
eyes, second birth eyebrows
fifth birth nose, cheeks,
eighth birth shoulder blade, and
the fusion of fifth and eight birth sexes
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New Birth of Freedom
A new birth of freedom
has come
we have won
won we have
slave are now saviour
we have been discriminated
by them but thank
GOD for changes'
learning your language
and teaching you your
language 'many has lost
their lifes just to
see this day
many are living by
instalment just to touch
this day' should i
call them casualties but
what a bloodless war
we have fought
what a troubadour we
have traverse
nomatter what change we can
its really a birth
of a new freedom
our shame has turn
into fame
the disregard has become
the most powerful person
on earth
change we can
A new birth of freedom
has come we are
now equal amongs them
no more discrimination and
humiliation
better is not good
enough the best is
yet to come.
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Chopping down the second
a second
a tick on the clock
that hides
a million moments
time spots
a thousand faces
that i have
known since birth
could sweep
over the mind
in that time
a second
it is large enough
to store
the trillion
moments
a birth has taken place
try chopping down
the second
and you know
what i mean
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Without You
A palace is but a shack
Limousine a jalopy
A tuxedo is but rags
Gold is devalued to mud
Riches are but poverty
A garden is a desert
Roses turn out to be thorns
The sun dances in the night
Health is pregnant with illness
Laughter gives birth to crying
Music gives birth to mourning
Gladness gives birth to groaning
Everything becomes nothing
Life is but death without You
poem by Howard Simon
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(My Love) Heaven Descends On Earth
Wrapped in your arms
Souls entwined
Floating in love's whipped cream
Silver lined
Heaven descends on earth.....
Swimming rose petals
Heady wine
A poem befalls upon us
God's sign
Heaven descends on earth......
Long nights of passion
Nine to nine
Climbing peaks unimagined
Finding our shrines
Heaven descends on earth.....
Completing each other
Love divine
Birth after birth after birth
Forever thine
Heaven descends on earth.....
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Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex
Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex,
For her strength alone can please the mighty hero!
What's the use of this manliness, friend,
When it is of no use to the lord at all?
Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex!
A man might attain the ultimate release,
If he sticks to the path of virtue,
But to indulge in the scrumptious joys of pretended anger
And the lord pleading to make up and other such games,
You simply have to be a woman!
Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex!
For her strength can please the mighty hero!
Even the gods like Indra and the great sages
Revere the very dust of gopis' feet,
Considering themselves lesser than the gopis
As they find their manhood insipid!
Essence of essence the birth of the weaker sex,
For her strength can please the mighty hero!
Woman, the treasure trove of fortune
Experiences and enjoys all day and night
The very nectar, the Vedas and the Scriptures
Struggle to express!
Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex!
Let my dreams come true
My dark one, my lifter of the mountain, life of my life!
For just like the master dragging the meek beast
The leash of love draws Narsinh!
Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex,
For her strength can please the mighty hero!
poem by Narsinh Mehta
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