We Came On Earth With Nothing And We Will Return…
We came here on earth with nothing,
And we will return where we came from with nothing.
We should help the poor and the very poor,
And we should not shut the door,
When they knock, seeking assistance.
Our mission is to make a positive difference.
Most of our gifts were given at birth,
Our mission is to improve things on earth,
Not to destroy Mother Nature with our arsenals,
Not to use the ignorance and the excuses of our generals,
To mercilessly bomb the less fortunate nations.
Communication is the avenue to prevent misguided actions,
Because the consequences are irreversible.
We must be thinking ad infinitum and be able,
To outsmart the potentially overzealous adversaries.
By using effectively our God’s given artilleries,
We will undoubtedly triumph over the evils.
We have no refuge for the hatemonger and the devils.
Very often, we tend to deviate from the true mission,
We are here to do better than that; let’s show more compassion.
We should help the poor and the very poor,
We should never shut our door.
And blindly ignore our neighbors,
When they are facing foreclosures.
We came here on earth with nothing,
And we will return where we came from with nothing.
Be more humane and we shall be compensated.
The Occupy Wall Street protesters will always be infuriated,
Because too many of us, we, the 99 Percent,
Are going through a rough time; things are not decent.
We all need help and guidance,
We are all facing the music; we are all at the dance.
We came here on earth with nothing,
And we will return with nothing, nothing.
poem by Hebert Logerie (February 2012)
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Mission to Earth, A Child is Born!
Mission to Earth, mission on Earth
A baby cries, cold air, no warmth
No womb comfort, a life, a journey begins.
Mission to Earth, mission on Earth
A universe spreads forth,
Horizon, spreads a hand and boundless.
Mission to Earth, mission on Earth
Giggles and applause, the friendly stars
Frowns and yellow eyes, the jealous frogs
Mission to Earth, Mission on Earth
The cross, he bears all, a thorn as crown
A mission, to save a life, though so thankless!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Wall Street And The 99 Percent
You can bet your bottom or your upper dollar
Where there is money, there is a lot crooks,
Unimaginable corruption, chefs cooking the books,
Accountants being zealously creative, Auditors stealing the jar,
And Managers looking the other way, away from the sun.
Wall Street ignores the facts that it exists because of Main Street.
It is about time that it shows more respect and compassion
By doing the following: Stop all unfair exploitation,
Give the middle class and the poor something neat,
Free of surprises and bed bugs that can destroy all fun.
The Hedge Fund Managers ought to receive a substantial pay cut,
They already have money set aside for their tenth generation,
They should give the maids, the babysitters better compensation,
So they can live comfortably not like some sorry nuts
Who need daily prayers from a pervert priest and a sad nun.
Oh! It is unfortunate that the Mayor and the Police
Are not too happy that the protesters occupy the park.
This is America, this is New York City; let the dogs bark,
Because Wall Street is infested with bears that love grease,
Gold, diamond, sausage, pepperoni on a monster bun.
The 99 percent can peacefully change the course,
Stimulate the economy and improve the discourse.
There is going to be a party, only coffee will be served,
No toxic tea will be allowed; the Activists deserve
Compassion and admiration when all is said and done.
The protesters are right: no more foreclosures,
No more layoff of teachers and other dedicated workers.
We all want peace and respect; love and decent perks
Will solve all problems. Let’s talk and quit behaving like jerks.
Let’s all strive to make tomorrow a better place for our children.
poem by Hebert Logerie (October 2011)
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Street Mission
I dont know
Man, I just got here
You got me thinking
Im about to leave
Some say maybe tomorrow
New direction, hello
What I know know know
What I know know know
I walk tall
I walk in the wild wind
I love to stare
I love to watch myself grow
Someday, maybe tomorrow
New direction, hello
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
And Im promising nothing
Im just living a smile
I casually arrange it
I know...well I know know know
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
I walk tall
I walk in the wild wind
I live an image
Of plastic and gold
Some say maybe tomorrow
A resurrection, hello
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Oh...
Oh...
Oh...i need something
I need someone
I need you
Oh...Ive got something
Ive got someone
Ive got you
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Good night
song performed by by U2
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Street Missions
I don't know
Man, I just got here
You got me thinking
I'm about to leave
Some say maybe tomorrow
New direction, hello
What I know know know
What I know know know
I walk tall
I walk in the wild wind
I love to stare
I love to watch myself grow
Someday, maybe tomorrow
New direction, hello
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
And I'm promising nothing
I'm just living a smile
I casually arrange it
I know...well I know know know
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
I walk tall
I walk in the wild wind
I live an image
Of plastic and gold
Some say maybe tomorrow
A resurrection, hello
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Oh...
Oh...
Oh...I need something
I need someone
I need you
Oh...I've got something
I've got someone
I've got you
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Good night
song performed by by U2
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Return Trip
I will return to my place of Birth
To that place before Mother Earth
I will return to that Day of Awakening
To that Day of a New Beginning
I will return to my very first Sun
My very first Moon, my very first Star
I will return to that place that never was far
I will return to the land of the Beautiful,
the Good, the Grateful
Where there is nothing to forgive
For there is no sin
Where there is no regret
Life is what you dream
Where Innocence is never put to test
Where all is Sacred and blessed with Happiness
I will return to my place and time of Birth
I will return
I am not Cursed
poem by Sonya Florentino
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Mission
For many days we travelled from a distant place and time,
To reach a place they call the planet earth,
There was to be a celebration,
On the mission of the sacred heart.
The planet earth from way up there is beautiful and blue
And floating softly through a rainbow,
But when you touch down things look different here,
At the mission of the sacred heart.
Chorus
Watching all the days roll by
Who are you and who am i?
On a dirty worn-out sidewalk, sits a mother with a baby,
In her vale of tears she sees no rainbow
And someone's singing from a window
In the mission of the sacred heart.
Chorus -- repeat
There's a building on a corner, in a city, in a land,
On a place they call the planet earth,
My orders are to sit here and watch the world go by,
From the mission of the sacred heart.
Chorus -- repeat
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Mission (A World Record)
For may days we travelled from a distant place and time,
To reach a place they call the planet Earth,
There was to be a celebration,
On the mission of the sacred heart.
The planet Earth from way up there is beautiful and blue
And floating softly through a rainbow,
But when you touch down things look different here,
At the mission of the sacred heart.
CHORUS
Watching all the days roll by
Who are you and who am I?
On a dirty worn-out sidewalk, sits a mother with a baby,
In her vale of tears she sees no rainbow
And someone's singing from a window
In the mission of the sacred heart.
CHORUS -- repeat
There's a building on a corner, in a city, in a land,
On a place they call the planet Earth,
My orders are to sit here and watch the world go by,
From the mission of the sacred heart.
CHORUS -- repeat
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Door to door
No one has reached door to door
To the needy, down trodden and poor
With only noble cause in mind
Where else such pious and religious figure to find
Whether femine, draught or natural calamity
She was always guided by spiritual power of almighty
She was ordinary, down to earth but figure of nobility
The poor always blessed her to add feather in her ability
Only one soul could perform the remarkable feat
She was helped by all and could easily capture the heart beats
She greeted with open hands all irrespective of cast or creed
She never asked for anything or had any inkling or greed
We call her mother for devotional duty
She had beautiful divine smile with internal beauty
Sheltered orphans, destitute and homeless
The happiness could easily be seen on their face
It was rare opportunity for her in the services of mankind
She was fully alive to the plight and agony without being blind
She had all the means to remain comfortable and at ease
She preferred to devote whole time with frequency increase
She had only one mission and duty to perform
Stay among them and remain better informed
How easily she could pick the sentiments of helpless persons?
She realized it as life’s mission for fulfillment with various reasons
The world too has opened the doors for all aid
They have poured it without word being said
Charity is such mission where no one may prefer to stay
It is humanitarian effort and no one would wan t to go away
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Man With Money
She wants a man with lots of money,
not a poor boy,
He buys her things she calls him honey,
she calls me poor boy,
What good could it do,
to give a love pure and true,
when any fool could understand,
she thinks that money makes the man,
She wants a man with lots of money,
not a poor boy,
She wants the things she'll buy with money,
not a poor boy,
a man with money,man with money,man with money,
Just down thwe street,
I know a place
When there asleep,
I'll cover my face,
I'll break the lock,open the door,
I'll slip inside, I'll rob the store,
Then I'll be a man with lots of money,
not a poor boy,
I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey,
not a poor boy,
A man with money, man with money, man with money, man with money
song performed by by Who
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The Ship That Never Returned
On a summer's day while the waves were rippling, with a quiet and a gentle breeze;
A ship set sail with a cargo laden for a port beyond the sea.
Did she ever return? No, she never returned, and her fate is still unlearned,
But a last poor man set sail commander, on a ship that never returned.
There were sad farewells, there were friends forsaken, and her fate is still unlearned,
But a last poor man set sail commander on a ship that never returned.
Did she ever return? No, she never returned, and her fate is still unlearned,
But a last poor man set sail commander, on a ship that never returned.
Said a feeble lad to his aged mother, I must cross that deep blue sea,
For I hear of a land in the far off country, where there's health and strength for me.
Did she ever return? No, she never returned, and her fate is still unlearned,
But a last poor man set sail commander, on a ship that never returned.
'Tis a gleam of hope and a maze of danger, and our fate is still to learn,
And a last poor man set sail commander, on a ship that never returned.
Did she ever return? No, she never returned, and her fate is still unlearned,
But a last poor man set sail commander, on a ship that never returned.
Said this feeble lad to his aged mother, as he kissed his weeping wife,
"Just one more purse of that golden treasure, it will last us all through life.
Did she ever return? No, she never returned, and her fate is still unlearned,
But a last poor man set sail commander, on a ship that never returned.
"Then we'll live in peace and joy together and enjoy all I have earned."
So they sent him forth with a smile and blessing on a ship that never returned.
Did she ever return? No, she never returned, and her fate is still unlearned,
But a last poor man set sail commander, on a ship that never returned.
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Happy Anniversary of your Birth
The first moment of your birth is your birthday
You have only one-All the rest are only anniversaries
It is more correct to greet one with 'Happy Anniversary of your Birth'
As time passes, one lives longer
This gives one more time to become an Ascended MasterIf you become an Ascended Master on Earth, you are known as an Unascended Master
An Unascended Master does not have to return to Earth
His mission is completed and he has learned all of his lessons
June 27,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
poem by Jr. Clarence A. Graham
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Poverty Vavroovahana Patra
Tears filled in the eyes, as I compare the rich with the poor;
Palatial buildings laugh at the small cottages of the poor.
With scanty income the poor feeds the children, contents their desire;
Life of poor is filled with fear.
O god, in thy kingdom, partiality reigns hither, thither;
Poor becomes poorer with thy desire.
Corruption is rampant among the officers;
Exploiting junior employees' property they content their desire.
O god! Thy Earth is a wonder;
Poor people roam hither, thither.
With their little income they content their desire.
On Earth they are cursed creatures.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Poverty
Tears filled in the eyes, as a compare the rich with the poor;
Palatial buildings laugh at the small cottages of the poor.
With scanty income the poor feeds the children, contents their desire;
Life of poor is filled with fear.
O god, in thy kingdom, partiality reigns hither, thither;
Poor becomes poorer with thy desire.
Corruption is rampant among the officers;
Exploiting junior employees' property they content their desire.
O god! Thy Earth is wonder;
Poor people roam hither, thither;
With their little income they content their desire.
On Earth they are cursed creatures.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Children Of The Poor
Children of the poor
ever since your birth
what is it you have known?
What is it you are worth?
You have felt hunger.
You have felt pain.
You are undernourished.
You've become the bane
of societal indifference
that's become the norm.
The wealthy shut their eyes, not seeing
the approaching storm,
The storm that's been brewing
like Katrina lashing out,
consuming all the misery
it has brought about.
Children of the poor
what difference does it make
that the children of the rich,
eating steak and cake
give no thought to all of you?
Their life is bountiful.
They take a sideward glance
and step back on their hill.
But hills can come a-crumbling
on this big old earth,
leveling out the playing field,
leveling out the worth
Children of the wealthy,
it is time you think
that the times that are coming
can change in a blink,
when all will be equal
as they look around.
The poor will inherit
and their worth will be found.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Discredited
Three million women without mates
In lonely homes on earth!
And Cupid sighs at heaven's gates,
Where many a spirit ego waits
Its call again to birth.
Three million women, meant to be
The mothers of the race!
But when war reaps on land and sea
Its harvests for Eternity,
Poor Hymen hides his face.
I think Earth has discredited
Itself in God's good sight:
He does not care to have souls bred,
Where peace, and love, and joy are fled,
Until we set things right.
He meant earth for a Garden Spot
Where spirits could return,
And build new heavens as they ought;
And now behold! what men have wrought
By deeds that blight and burn.
So, vain the waiting egos quest
For pathways back to birth:
And vain the longing and unrest
In many a cheated mother breast.
God does not like the earth!
It must be cleansed and purified
Of selfishness and strife,
Of grasping greed and lust and pride,
Before He lets His Angels guide
The egos back to life.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Sonnet: Improve Earth, Man; Space Can Wait!
There are so many things to do on earth;
Let scientists spend money and time aright;
Our modern life has problems ev'r since birth;
Why sleep all day and work extra at night?
The teething challenges of earth galore
Have to be solved to help all people live;
Explore Space but Earth needs care all the more;
For billions brethren, scientists, time must give.
When poor can't get one square meal once a day,
When diseases defy the healer's skills,
When nations have debts that they can't repay,
Why tax the citizen and raise tall bills?
God placed all things in space quite far away,
To warn men not to waste time anyway!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-08-12
poem by John Celes
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Poverty
I saw an old cottage of clay,
And only of mud was the floor;
It was all falling into decay,
And the snow drifted in at the door.
Yet there a poor family dwelt,
In a hovel so dismal and rude;
And though gnawing hunger they felt,
They had not a morsel of food.
The children were crying for bread,
And to their poor mother they’d run;
‘Oh, give us some breakfast,’ they said,
Alas! their poor mother had none.
She viewed them with looks of despair,
She said (and I’m sure it was true),
‘’Tis not for myself that I care,
But, my poor little children, for you.’
O then, let the wealthy and gay
But see such a hovel as this,
That in a poor cottage of clay
They may know what true misery is.
And what I may have to bestow
I never will squander away,
While many poor people I know
Around me are wretched as they.
poem by Jane Taylor
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Sonnet: New Year 2008 Resolutions
A New Year 2008 has dawned!
Let us resolve to work for global peace;
Let love and brotherhood become our bond;
Let wars and envy amongst nations cease!
Let’s stamp out terrorism from earth’s face.
Let’s ensure basic rights of all brethren;
Let’s safe-guard environs for human race;
Let’s make the earth a place akin heaven.
Let’s help our poor and downtrodden brothers;
Let’s pray to God for help and guidance more;
Let’s protect life of man, beast and others;
Let earth’s resources take man to the fore.
Let’s give up vices and all kinds of sin;
Let’s love our neighbors as our kith and kin.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 01-01-2008
poem by John Celes
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Who's Living With That Mission?
Who here,
Lives to dance and sing?
Who here,
Lives to hear the birds singing?
And who here,
Lives their life just to give?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Wakes up to give a damn?
Who here,
Demands to give a helping hand?
And who here,
Knows that peace has a chance?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Thinks about their fellowman?
Who here,
Gives their neighbor understanding?
And who here,
Wants the bleeding done by man...
To end and please them?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Thinks about what is right?
Who here,
Wants to do that day and night?
And who here,
Prays conflicts and fights
Would end!
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Lives to dance and sing?
Who here,
Lives to hear the birds singing?
And who here,
Lives their life just to give?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
And who here,
Wants the bleeding done by man...
To end and please them?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that,
As ambition?
To live to give as a mission?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gold And Silver
Gold and silver has always been sought.
But to some it's just a thought.
They don't think of it
and they don't know
how it shines and how it does glow.
The jewelry they wear turns their skin green.
Then they scrub it to make it come clean.
And what does this say about the fairness of things?
Some with nothing and some with gold rings.
It says there's division between rich and poor.
It says the rich have made a detour
to avoid facing the fact that it's wrong.
And it says to the poor, 'You don't belong.'
Gold and silver, you belong to the earth
but they've stripped you of it for its worth.
When we finally learn the lessons we need
we'll put back your metals so you won't bleed.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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