Let buried get rest here
Let buried lie in here and get rest,
No suitable place to remain as guest,
End of peaceful life after long quest,
Eternal peace granted after earnest request,
We feel so bad at laying of wreath,
Soaking voices and cry with deep breath,
Experienced once after natural death,
We always prayed God for rest under oath,
Need no flowers, prayers and distress call,
Procession with candle lights when fear fall,
Roses bed underneath and protected by wall,
Delighted at step coming to a halt sudden,
Never have we found it disturbance or burden,
Trees bow more with fruits laden,
Joy with emotions as last journey golden,
We hear from distance a procession mute,
All faces look sullen even though very cute,
It is Almighty’s call so silently execute,
Last leg of journey even claim you refute
From beginning to end found no home,
Some buried in ground some stayed at dome,
Final destination in nature’s refuge,
Whether thin body or size huge,
Whole life struggled for a mental peace,
Never had a chance but always miss,
We have home here and buried with grace,
“Rest in peace” is granted at proper place,
Let people come and not disturb,
In prayer no memory and wound rub.
We have no past buried with us,
But happy as we are even with missed bus,
You may all come and find place,
It is no hut, mansion or palace,
Think of goodness with no mad race
Final journey with slow and steady pace
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A place anywhere
Finally you got to settle somewhere
Yu have no place to go anywhere
One can think of resting there
It is wonderful place with no fears
Whatever may be your deeds?
Whatever may be your greed?
You may have no worry to feed
You are taken away and freed
People wish heaven for you
I don’t know how far it is true?
Why do we pray for peace in heaven?
He has done nothing at all good even
We touch the feet and seek the blessings
There is something moral like missing
We were all the time at loggerheads
He used to be dreaded and we were afraid
It is not satisfaction at al for his departure
We don’t heave a sigh of relief for future
He could do worst all in his tenure
We feared so much and were unsure
We still lay a wreath
That is last respect to death
You may be buried deep in the ground
The final peace is lastly found
It is burial ground
Complete peace and absolutely no sound
No one goes there for any round
Occasional offerings and flowers to be found
No one may wish to come here
Still it has to somewhere near
The journey may soon be taken
Even if your belief is shaken
It has to be borne in mind
You got to and will have to find
The journey may end soon
You will be brought here in night or noon
Wish all a happy good bye
You have now nothing left to buy
You may not see them in times to come
You place is fixed with rousing welcome
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What Is Heaven?
Is Heaven just a place to go, when through with this life we know?
Is Heaven that place for everyone, when life on this earth is done?
Is Heaven, not a placed called Hell, where after life, all shall dwell?
A final place to rest in peace, in blissful comfort that won’t cease?
Or, is Heaven to you much more, than rest beyond a golden door?
Do you desire to be in Heaven, beyond earth’s twenty-four seven?
Heaven is that true home above, for all who embraced God’s Love.
That love He showed on Calvary, where Christ died for you and me.
Do you know Christ, yourself, Who provides us with eternal wealth?
Providing believers an eternal home, granted from Heaven’s Throne;
But not all will accept God’s Son, although Christ died for everyone,
And they will not secure a place, in a home that’s supplied by Grace.
For Christ spoke of Heaven and Hell, when to His hearers He did tell,
About two very opposing destinies, while both shall still be eternities,
One for those who would believe, who, The Father above will receive,
And one for rejecters of The Lord, who, by our Father will be ignored.
Both being choices, which we make, when God we accept or forsake,
Heaven for all who accept Christ, through who God offers eternal life,
Hell for after one’s final breath, rejecting Christ, to enter eternal death.
Eternal places ahead for everyone, for their choice, about God’s Son.
Living thing has to perish
Any living thing has to perish
Any start will have to finish
We are all mortals so face the disintegration
Nothing to remain behind with any such relation
Your journey and quest starts from the day one
It is not taught by or guided by any one
It is from the clear instinct that you surge ahead
It may be immaterial whether you fall back or take the lead
The body is made up of bones and flashes
It may get torn up if subjected to lashes
Even the river water washes bank
Thinking seriously and always thank
We have to find permanent refuge
The task is not small but very huge
We will have to find place to rest
When time comes to call off after delivering best
The soul may be air borne when body is laid
“It has no use without body” proverbs said
Everything comes to an end when you are no more
There is permanent place to sleep with heavy snore
You have found the place near the grave
You were so powerful and very brave
It did not help when final countdown started
You left the place with heavy heart and really parted
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A gentle sob
II could not sob gently
It was heavy blow on me recently
The tears were rolling silently
I was loosing peace mentally
Each one in family was so dear
I was pleased with their voice to hear
It will ring bell in the ears
For a moment I would be taken away from the fears
As we are not accustomed to hear the news of death
It may send shiver in spine for laying the wreath
It may cause lot of pain when some one is lying dead just before you
The death is reality and you forget the essence is very true
The dying moments may upset you for simple reason
You were borne and brought up by that dear person
He or she remained close to your heart and chest
The time had come now to offer him permanent rest
What you will miss and remember?
You may be loosing head or senior member
He offered you shelter and brought you up
It may definitely be big storm in tea cup
You were adored and praised very high
How could one see silently the last sigh?
You have all along stood for and certainly sought
Took all possible care for welfare and fought
You might be provided a space in heaven
I continuously think and possibly driven
A thought in mind for your heavenly abode
A rightful place or throne provided by God
You will be buried deep under soil
My emotions may run high and boil
No one can stop that final journey
All members may watch it helplessly in the family
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Journey
At man's beginning and throughout his journey
he doesn't know where he's going until he gets there.
It can take him along many winding paths and cul-de-sacs.
Often he feels that he has reached his journey's end,
and for a while he achieves contentment,
but then questions the purpose of life's task.
In reality man's journey is ended by his last breath,
but during the time between his first and last,
he has been controlled by a solitary dictator.
Not the Omnipotent Almighty, or even mother nature,
but pure and simple circumstance,
this is man's master and navigator.
Some believe that the final breath signifies the end,
but others believe that it's only the beginning.
Just another step along the corridor of time,
an eternal journey from the physical
where knowledge accompanies you
on your journey to the sublime.
poem by Tex T Sarnie
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First Step
I can only know true peace, once I have had no peace.
I can only know God, after I have had no God.
I can only know true love, once I have had no love.
To know the truth, the untruth must be realized.
What is unreal, can only then become real.
What is unseen, can only then become seen.
What is unknown, will then become known.
The journey is only a thought, until it has been embarked upon.
The destination cannot be reached, until the first step has been made.
The journey is all of the steps.
I keep looking outside, to find what was always truly within.
My search is fruitless.
For where we are destined to go, is where we have already been.
The past unlocks the door, to the destiny of future, which can only be obtained in the present.
For what was, determines what will be, in the what is.
But just the thought of this only leaves the what if.
We are not here to discover the world,
We are here to discover ourselves.
For it is only here,
That the true treasure lies buried deep within.
The unknown, is already known.
But the giant must be faced.
It is once the first step has been taken,
He has already fallen.
You just don't know it yet.
We are our own worst enemies.
It is the death of us,
That becomes the victory of all.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Truly Thankful
Today I am truly thankful Lord, for all, to me, that you afford,
For all the peace along the way, that you grant me every day,
On mountain high or valley low, you are there to let me know,
Upon a path, both me and you, on my journey, you foreknew.
On my journey, there's even more, in Jesus Christ, I'm secure,
When things about me tend to fail, in Christ alone I will prevail,
As you send much needed grace, while I'm in this earthly race,
While on my way to the finish line, on a course of your design.
On this journey, that I speak of, you lead me daily from above,
Guiding me in love all my days, as you teach to me your ways,
Ways, I don't always understand, as you hold me in your hand,
On the path planned out for me, while you guide me to eternity.
In you, my Lord, I always find rest, through any trial or any test,
Rest, in the most troubled of days, when only you, I can praise,
As you give me an assuring calm, while I'm safely in your palm,
In your hand to stay through all, the earthly trials, big and small.
You afford me, on this journey, so much on my way to eternity,
With so much more ahead for us, who abide in The Lord Jesus,
And till we see our eternal place, we're sustained by your grace,
Filling us with peace and love, while we long to be home above.
(Copyright ©02/2012)
I Got To Get Home
I Got To Get Home
Like A Bird
I Just Want To Fly
And Own A Peace Of Mine
Somewhere Far Away
I Got To Get Home
Time Is Slipping Away From Me
Not telling How Far Am I From Home
I Got To Get Home
Every Things I Hold On To
Is Going Down,
Buried In This World
My Hopes And Dreams
And All Those Things
I Will Never See
Now I Am Drowning In My Tears
Shame I Am Going Down This Way
Oh Well
Life Is A Journey Not A Destination
There Is Still Tomorrow
But I Got To Get Home
Copyright 2006
poem by Lartin Konneh II
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Dead Can Never
Dead can never come alive
They got to be buried underneath to relive
They stay with peaceful time and in silence
So not to be disturbed by and stay with peace
Past is past and to be buried
Never to be remembered and opened
It has its bruise and sad side
Why we should bother about it and hide?
If you carry it further and bear at heart
It will be slow poison from the start
It may make you mentally sick and spread slowly
To whole body and kill you gradually
Past is to be forgotten
Wealth is to be donated if ill gotten
Life is for change and must move on
As river water moves for the purity of its own
Body may decay
Vision may go away
Hands may refuse to move
Only soul waits to be removed
One day you may be silent past
Life may move suddenly very fast
Death may knock and take you over
You need not find then any cover
You are gone forever
From the human memory with stop over
Few family members may remember on some occasion
Then slowly you will be put in 'question'
You were and now you are no more
Life size picture may be pushed in store
You will be taken out on anniversary
As it may then be felt necessary
Live in present as it is living thing
Past has no place for lively thing
If present is bestowed as blessings
Never afford to loose with other happenings
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Road To Merryland
Travelling is travailing in the sea of life
The life one must aspire to enjoy
That travel to the abode of joy
Where the weak strengthens and the lads’ joy
Ti’s a journey where the eyes meet the sky
The horizon to find peace and shelter
But obstacles enroute too much to behold
Coz it’s a journey too short to be long
Started at wake of cock crow
When the goats had not chewed their last curd
The children not had their last milking spree
But the cranes were already stalled
Ti’s a journey to call a friend to squeal
A journey too rough to coo one to sleep
But obstacles too much to clog the mind
Coz it’s a journey too short to be long
Every junction, each leap an obstacle
Who planted such on this road to Merryland?
Must we face the hardship to success?
Obstacles everywhere and each with no meaning
Yet they must delay our trip to Merryland
A land flowing with milk and honey
A land where babies silence and bells ring
And a final place where hooray’s fills the air.
Obstacles each step of the way
Delays are inevitable to bear
Something for nothing must be given
Truly given in order to travel home
Obstacles of nature, obstacles of persons
What must be done to eliminate them?
Ti’s a journey short but long to behold
But one must bear the road to Merryland.
poem by Aron Lelei
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Home
Home alone
A place to be on
Where to find me on phone
I'll be seated by the stone
Home for long
A place to go strong
Where to find me no wrong
I'll be waiting a knock at gong
Home for good
A place to get food
Where to find no trace of rude
I'll be relaxed to manage my mood
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Home my home
A place to avoid life storm
Where smiles 're always worm
I'll be chatting with brother Tom
Home my fame
A place to hold my name
Where my title find its stem
I'll be standing to rub my shame
Home of peace
A place that none tease
Where respect never miss
I'll be holding your forehead for a kiss
Home best refuge
A place we no grudge
Where care has no judge
I'll be having meals by the fridge
Home is sweetest
A place without evil test
Where, West from East
I'll sing, Home remain the best
poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester
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Finding My Peace
I got to find my peace so I cut to ease the pain,
Escaping the life I'm living, escaping a life of vain,
Quieting the cries, as my eyes let free its rain,
Body becomes weak and tired, as my strength I try to gain,
I want to find my peace, some peace of any kind,
Needle penetrates my skin, but to the damage I am blind,
So high up off these drugs, so high up in my mind,
Guess I'll just keep on using, until my peace I someday find,
I need to find my peace, so I drink the stress away,
Now so intoxicated, but it's only a temporary state,
I'm in a better place, so I guess it makes it okay,
But I still haven't found my peace, so I'll try another way,
I think I've found my peace, in a place that's rather odd,
No needles, no bleeding, no cutting, just prayer for His approval nod,
I think I've found my peace, and to my better half I'll prod,
Because I know I've found my peace, and I found it with myself and God,
poem by Niakeva Thomas
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Feel Romance
Feel the romance even if you are away
To live peaceful in life is the only way
Whether pure or impure it has same name
We should know it well and not pass on the blame
Live it alone when spring is on
Birds from other countries might also be flown
To find the breeding ground
But nest is no where found
Find the place and peacefully rest
Love you can and as much as best
But think not of other consequence
It may make you happy with golden chance
Heart is meant to love and to be loved
Such theory is in force and to be believed
No more pain and no more worry
It is love so don't feel sorry
Make it known to all
Autumn is far off and respond to spring's call
Monsoon is just now over
There is no worry to find the cover
There is no scope for pain
Let it shower slowly as rain
Feel with it and dream sweet
Return home with joy and greet
Why love has been taken with one meaning?
The name itself makes them grinning
Love can be of different kind
Why people go deep into it to find out?
World is starving of peace and stability
Love can win over hearts with best quality
You may find many couples with no frontier
They only want to lead the life happier
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Rest In Peace! (for fun poem)
Rest in Peace!
its a joke? ? ? Who knows?
I know, with all my diggings!
Dead for thousands times
and no one single rest
So well buried but not finally dead
Sorry if i disappointed!
this time with a bouquet of black flowers
To put on your perfect grave!
Rest in peace!
ha, ha, ha
poem by Mirna Morgan
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“The Journey Called Life”
From where I have started to where will I end,
The journey has been long, winding and tiring.
From nothing to something… it has never been an easy adventure.
I have been tried with luck; tried with hard works;
I am tried with pains and heartaches too…
I have found love and lost it… I have found new one, I’ve tried to keep it.
I have found friends and only few remains,
I have found money, but it never really stays.
The lesson of journey is uncontainable.
I want to move on as life is moving on…
I wish to move on with it, I want to go on its flow.
To an unpredictable journey called life,
Walking alone in this path, with guts and determination.
By God’s grace and guidance.
I want to continue the journey once more…
A journey where people would remember me
As a lady who won a million smiles and conquer goodbyes.
I keep on taking my unavoidable journey in this deep blue sea with struggles and hopes.
Until one day, my journey will bring me to my destiny, that’s then that I will be home.
-aira
poem by Aira Olayvar
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I'm Only Passing Through
I'm only passing through this place, as I'll be heading home one day,
My Hope is far beyond this place, for someone pointed me to The Way.
For Christ is The Way, The Truth, The Life for all who will believe,
Christ changed the path of this hopeless soul with just a tiny seed.
I was purchased with The Blood of Christ out of this market of sin,
I was then planted on The Eternal Rock and given a new life to begin.
As I was redirected on a new journey to my Palatial Home in Heaven,
The Holy Spirit began to remove from my life fleshly sin and leaven.
Jesus Christ was crucified only once for all, to demonstrate the way,
But we my friend, must crucify our sinful flesh each and every day.
Salvation happens only once, at the very moment you truly believed,
But Sanctification continues on until at The Kingdom we are received.
For Holy, Holy, Holy is The Lord, and so will The Coming Kingdom be.
That is why The Spirit must have His way with souls like you and me.
For if anyone is in Christ, by God's Grace he becomes a new creation,
And our life is to be used by God to point others to God's Salvation.
For we are only passing through and we are not of this present world,
And as we journey Home we have only one message in which to herald.
Jesus died for all our sins, was buried, and on the third day raised,
He's coming back again my friend, and by all tongues will be praised.
(Copyright © 04/2003)
Pet Sematary
Under the arc of a weather stain boards
Ancient goblins, and warlords
Come out of the ground, not making a sound.
The smell of death is all around,
And the night when the cold wind blows,
No one cares, nobody knows
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary!
I don't want to live my life again!
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary!
I don't want to live my life again!
Follow Victor to the sacred place,
This ain't a dream, I can't escape.
Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones,
Spirits moaning among the tombstones
And the night, when the moon is bright,
Someone cries, something ain't right.
CHORUS
The moon is full, the air is still,
All of a sudden I feel a chill,
Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away,
Skeletons dance, I curse this day
And the night when the wolves cry out,
Listen close and you can hear me shout.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary!
I don't want to live my life again!
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary!
I don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh no!
I don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh oh!
I don't want to live my life again, oh no no no!
I don't want to live my life again, oh oh!!!!
song performed by by Rammstein
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Pet Cemetery
Under the arc of a weather stain boards,
Ancient goblins, and warlords,
Come out of the ground, not making a sound,
The smell of death is all around,
And the night when the cold wind blows, No one cares, nobody knows.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.
Follow Victor to the sacred place,
This ain't a dream, I can't escape,
Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones,
Spirits moaning among the tombstones,
And the night, when the moon is bright,
Someone cries, something ain't right.
CHORUS
The moon is full, the air is still,
All of a sudden I feel a chill,
Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away,
Skeletons dancee, I curse this day,
And the night when the wolves cry out,
Listen close and you can hear me shout.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh no
I don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh oh,
I don't want to live my life again, oh no no no
I don't want to live my life again, oh oh
song performed by by Ramones
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Buried and unclaimed
Buried and unclaimed
Thousands are buried here unclaimed
Victims of brutality, abused and shamed
None to be found by ignorant world
Buried in dead silence and early morning cold
Who they might be and what may be their fault?
Might be trapped in between gun fire and caught?
Might be even singled out as informer and gunned down
But surely no heinous crime committed by them of their own
Dictatorial regimes resorted to such tactics for silencing rivals
They are afraid of loosing powers on rival’s arrival
Fierce battle is fought in streets and many are killed
The earth is shaken as coffers are silently filled
There is lawlessness and anarchism
There is no place for human and humanism
No one is there to hear your cry
Where to go and whom to ask why?
We are sitting on volcano
As everybody is adamant with big “no”
Peace is not acceptable to all thought they advocate
Quote fine examples and recite at conferences and relate
Situation is fuelled by proving lethal weapons
They are not bothered about who has lot or won
They are after their lucrative business and strategic hold
World is dangerously divided over how to share spoils in fold
The struggle is not for protection of human rights
It is also not for imposition of peace over fights
It is mad ethnic race and sometimes for national interests
Whole world can do nothing except to suffer and witness unrest
They claim that It as part of diplomacy
To impose the peaceful process with supremacy
Many more lives may be lost in fruitless drive
If humanity is to be given chance to survive
Some of the humanitarian aspects need attention
Must be addressed with firm hand with mention
Many sons of soil lay down their lives for peace
So others may live in peace without fear and at ease
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Light With A Sharpened Edge
Free from the torment of sin
All this I'm giving up
Much as the sun would decide to give in
Explode into orange
And hear all the voices sing praises with hymns
Mark the birth of a change
Free from the torment of sin
All this I'm giving up
It's not me
Buried wreckage my soul
It's not me so who am I now
Over and over again
Light with a sharpened edge
Cut through the black empty space we call sky
Beginning the cycle that stays
And I know in my heart we all die
Like the day and the night
Like the sun in the sky
All this I'm giving up
It's not me
Buried wreckage my soul
It's not me so who am I now?
Is there another side?
Beyond the black and the white
Place I could meet you by
A place on the other side
I'll let you know when I go
When I'm gone
It's not me
Buried wreckage my soul
It's not me so who am I now?
song performed by by Used
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