As I Face You On This Battle Front
this i can tell you
in all confidence
gone are swords
or daggers or missiles
or ak47s or anything
else more advanced
in this battlefront
all these and more are
but mere obselete
a look or
a word or
nth part of a glance
of ignoring or a touch
you shudder from
is far more lethal
than all these put together
even a dropp of blood
will never be seen
no ashes will ever get scattered
one goes about with blood
frozen in the veins till the breath
freezes at its appointed time
at its appointed place...
04jun2010
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Malaam
This poem is yet for an appointed time but,
At the end it will speak to you and will not lie;
Though it seems so slow and it may delay,
Wait for it with your love and care for my muse!
It will surely come at the appointed time,
Because most of you are now being taken away by Satan!
That is why you do call sin enjoyment.
Like a great wind over the sea at last,
This poem is yet for an appointed time.
The stubboenness of the people is known by all,
So Malaam paid the fare and went down in to the ship;
And like lovely virgins and the story of the young men around,
But at the end with the hope of this poem which speaks with time.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Who May Open Sealed Books?
Who can know
understand
the vast weight
of history
prophecy
stretching back
into remote
epochs of time?
Who can know
understand
interpret
implications
sealed into
God’s holy
word sealed
unto end time?
None can
understand
what is sealed
until God
gives authority
enlightenment
at God’s
appointed time.
No man no
prophet
has authority
until God
gives prophet
authority
enlightenment
at appointed time.
No man no
Angel of God
has authority
to open any
sealed books
to know any
decisions of God
until appointed.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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One Drop of Christ's Blood Shed…
One dropp of blood
of Jesus Christ, shed
Frees millions of sinners
Of their life-time sins!
One dropp of blood
Of Savior Christ, priceless
Absolves the punishments
Of the worst repentant sinners!
One dropp of blood
Of Messiah Christ
Opens the gates of heaven
For souls which yearn for God.
One dropp of blood
Of the slain Lamb of God
Annuls eternal damnation
Of all who repent and plead!
One dropp of blood
Of the Redeemer Christ
Can save mankind
From the fire of Hell!
Such is the immense power
Of the blood of the Son of God,
Who suffered and died upon the cross
for mankind's sake!
The sacred blood of Christ
Can sanctify all souls,
Who are truly sorry from heart,
From time immemorial!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 22-06-12
poem by John Celes
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Abolish Appointed Canadian Senate Mar 6th,2011
Politicians want to abolish our appointed Senate now,
An appointed aristocracy that’s too much to allow,
An expensive establishment that we could do without,
But this could or might cause large-scale bureaucratic freak out.
Some say the Senate is a sacred place of sober second thought,
While others, when they hear this, they become very distraught,
An appointed Senate they say is a sign of no democracy,
They are not elected while we are forced to accept aristocracy.
Senators should be elected they say - they are not sacred cows,
There is no leadership there and none has ever been allowed,
Are we bogged down in an ancient system that can’t be changed?
No referendums or proportional representation – strange.
MAR 6TH,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Abolish Appointed Canadian Senate Mar 8th 2011
Politicians want to abolish our appointed Senate now,
An appointed aristocracy that’s too much to allow,
An expensive establishment that we could do without,
But this could or might cause large-scale bureaucratic freak out.
Some say the Senate is a sacred place of sober second thought,
While others, when they hear this, they become very distraught,
An appointed Senate they say is a sign of no democracy,
They are not elected while we are forced to accept aristocracy.
Senators should be elected they say - they are not sacred cows,
There is no leadership there and none has ever been allowed,
Are we bogged down in an ancient system that can’t be changed?
No referendums or proportional representation – strange.
MAR 8TH,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Sometimes The Veil So Thin
Sometimes the veil is so thin
I can sense your eyes
Sometimes the veil is so thin
I can feel your smile
We are anointed and appointed
For this time and place
To share our love and your grace
Sometimes the veil is so thin
I can hear what you say
Sometimes the veil is so thin
I don’t think I can wait another day
We are anointed and appointed
For this time and place
To share our love and your grace
Sometimes the veil so thin
I can feel the truth for miles
Sometimes the veil so thin
There can be no denial
We are anointed and appointed
For this time and place
To share our love and your grace
poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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Our stars have trodden all the milk paths
our stars have trodden all the milk paths
spilled like dust for the souls to split
heaven and earth and the hell in stones cast
learn every single pebble in its aftermaths
murmuring through the galaxy that fails
at first whispers stricken by the lip crack - its holes
breathing stardust sucked in the mouth - its halls
mastering the silence and all its ways
still there we stood
still there we could
talk to the trees and survive uncut
by the grass swords wet with a dropp of dew
shivering an early blood
in a nightly touch handful of the blue
they rained they crashed they touched the soil
chained in the castles talking through the walls
settled in our bodies spirit sealed forgiven
the first day of silence the first evil word
just begging for some more time to be given
a silent prayer heavenward heard
to hold a star in the first of its falls
now we wait and wait and weigh the day
when the sky parchment silently unrolls
to gather above all the silent cries
to gather the dust and its silent calls
so that we can
that we can again
talk to the trees and still be uncut
by the grass swords wet in a dropp of dew
shivering an early blood
in a nightly touch handful of the blue
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Smoke And Ashes
I'd heard rumors and I'd heard talk
About the trail you'd left of broken hearts
About the sea of tears too wide to cross
But a little bad press has never scared me off
So I burned a path to figure out
How to get me some of what you got
I've got a red hot heart
If the talk is true your's is the same
And we should be together
And let our passions fan love's flame
When I looked for you I almost passed you by
You were so cool and calm
I thought my friends had lied
But I thought so much reserve must make you wild inside
It was there and then that I knew
I had to get some of what you got
I've got a red hot heart
If the talk is true your's is the same
And we should be together
And let our passions fan love's flame
I thought I'd won your heart when I held you hand in mine
I thought it was true love the way we complemented each other
But my right is your wrong
And when you're right then I'm left with nothing
Your light and your heat have all been spent
Leaving only smoke and ashes
Only smoke and ashes baby
I've got a red hot heart
And your heart's as blue as the blood in your veins
I say there's fire down below
You say it's only smoke and ashes baby
I'm crying all the time
Salty stinging tears
And mourning for the past carbon-dated years
But knowing now for certain that you were always right
Because if a breeze could blow you out of my life
It's only smoke and ashes baby
Only smoke and ashes baby
I've got a red hot heart
And your heart's as blue as the blood in your veins
I say there's fire down below
You say it's only smoke and ashes baby
I was blinded by devotion
My unwavering love for you
So blinded that I thought all your lies were true
But now I know for certain since you've gone away
It was just a smoldering fire I mistook for a blaze
Only smoke and ashes baby
I've got a red hot heart
And your heart's as blue as the blood in your veins
I say there's fire down below
You say it's only smoke and ashes baby
Only smoke and ashes baby, baby ...
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 46
Two things are contrary to reason: to enjoy more than is decreed and to die before the time appointed.
Fate will not change by a thousand laments and sighs,
By thanks or complaints, issuing from the mouth.
The angel appointed over the treasures of wind
Cares not if the lamp of a widow dies.
No person connected with me by blood or marriage will be appointed to office.
quote by Rutherford B. Hayes
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A peaceful united world
Drops of blood scattered everywhere
When would we be liberated from this nightmare?
If you have sympathy and you do care
Then pray for peace and put in your share
Deadly weapons, perilous missiles and lethal gun
Miserable cries, pathetic corpses and suffering human
It is a serious matter, Please do not shun
What's the point if by such means a battle is won?
Brotherhood is vanishing, act before it is too late
Join hands with me and try to win the fate
Eradicate the evil and throw away the hate
Make a peaceful united world and be each other's mate
poem by Kavitha Krishnamurthy
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Smoke & Ashes
Id heard rumors and Id heard talk
About the trail youd left of broken hearts
About the sea of tears too wide to cross
But a little bad press has never scared me off
So I burned a path to figure out
How to get me some of what you got
Ive got a red hot heart
If the talk is true yours is the same
And we should be together
And let our passions fan loves flame
When I looked for you I almost passed you by
You were so cool and calm I thought my friends had lied
But I thought so much reserve must make you wild inside
It was there and then that I knew I had to get some of what you got
Ive got a red hot heart
If the talk is true yours is the same
And we should be together
And let our passions fan loves flame
I thought Id won your heart when I held you hand in mine
I thought it was true love the way we complemented each other
But my right is your wrong
And when youre right then Im left with nothing
Your light and your heat have all been spent
Leaving only smoke and ashes
Only smoke and ashes baby
Ive got a red hot heart
Any your hearts as blue as the blood in your veins
I say theres fire down below
You say its only smoke and ashes baby
Im crying all the time
Salty stinging tears
And mourning for the past carbon-dated years
But knowing now for certain that you were always right
Because if a breeze could blow you out of my life
Its only smoke and ashes baby
Only smoke and ashes baby
Ive got a red hot heart
And your hearts as blue as the blood in your veins
I say theres fire down below
You say its only smoke and ashes baby
I was blinded by devotion
My unwavering love for you
So blinded that I thought all your lies were true
But now I know for certain since youve gone away
It was just a smoldering fire I mistook for a blaze
Only smoke and ashes baby
Ive got a red hot heart
And your hearts as blue as the blood in your veins
I say theres fire down below
You say its only smoke and ashes baby
Only smoke and ashes baby, baby ...
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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The War Against the Tide.
The brave kingdom of blood and swords,
Was doomed to fail,
Goblins marched,
Cavalry vibrating the land with its mere walk,
The giant Xerxes was on his way to enslave Sparta,
Spartans.........
300 greatest warriors led by our King Leonidas marched up the Hell's Gate,
Swords shined, shields were ready for engraving the assaults, and the spears ready to Majesty Sparta,
Persians came far and wide,
Our King, the bravest knight,
Led the wall of Phalanx with spear and shield,
The freedom; from the paradoxical God was the yield,
The 300s fought till their corpses fell down,
They still never did knelt for the Xerxes clown,
King Leonidas and his 300 died in glory,
Shattering and quelling the mighty Goblin's story,
Now again that wolf did pick his eye upon,
Every Spartan was prepared for battle on the brutal dawn,
Xerxes feared his end was near,
He new how 300 lethal swords did the talking,
Hell awaited Xerxes...
As the Goblin Destruction was accomplishing.
poem by Vikrant Jog
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A Guys Favorite Club
Going to a strip club tonight.
Flordia is the only place for me when it comes to the you can look but don't touch.
God how I love it so much.
One night, bottoms up, and the moneys all gone.
Triple XXX at the front door.
Sometimes it takes a big man to protect the girls.
That bouncer will knock you right to the floor.
Going to a strip club tonight.
Flordia is the only place for me when it comes to the you can look but don't touch.
God how I love it so much.
One night, bottoms up, and the moneys all gone.
All in good fun.
Sexual desires on the run.
Where's your mind as you glance.
Looky there that mans getting another lap dance.
She strips all the way down and spins around.
The perfect beauty, the perfect curves.
A figure so petite.
Going to a strip club tonight.
Flordia is the only place for me when it comes to the you can look but don't touch.
God how I love it so much.
One night, bottoms up, and the moneys all gone.
After hours, and not for kids.
Such a great time where can I begin.
With devil I'm holding hands.
Going into the vip room with certain demands.
Offers a plenty.
Time appointed stays.
Doing the nasty, behind closed curtains.
Knowing not a damn thing about this women.
Going to a strip club tonight.
Flordia is the only place for me when it comes to the you can look but don't touch.
God how I love it so much.
One night, bottoms up, and the moneys all gone.
Going to a strip club tonight.
Flordia is the only place for me when it comes to the you can look but don't touch.
God how I love it so much.
One night, bottoms up, and the moneys all gone.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Near Yet So Far Away
you are just a breath
away from my
face. My fingers want
to jump off
my hands to
run over you
and indulge
in the lust of touch
and caress
my tongue wants
to run away
with your lips
my thigh
trembles beside
your hands
you are so near
yet
something holds
me away from you
(how can i
ever explain it?)
as i take
a glance, for the last
time at you
beside the glass window
of the car
i finally look down
and wish that
i kiss your feet
(i am in a
quandary between
shame and
satiation)
so near and
yet so far, i close
my eyes
and travel
inside my veins
my blood pumps
up and says
be good
take care as i leave
you are so
far now,
at the end,
at a certain edge
even the hands of my dreams
shy away
to hold and kiss
your shadow
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Wells of Silence
In the wells of silence
a dropp of word
might stir
the whole tranquility
of the utter silence
and a dropp of sigh
might disturb the whole
serenity there
What about a dropp of God's sigh
and a dropp of Jesus' blood
combined?
That will be a new revolution! ! ! ! !
poem by Sangnam Nam
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Lucre
Filthy lucre,
And like the annulment of the weak and the unprofitable;
But it is appointed for mankind to ones die,
Then will the judgement be according to the Creator's own time.
Water, scarlet, wool and hyssop;
The blood of the goats and the calves are now poured on the ground,
But i am like the great shepherd of the sheep around you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Mixed Breed
I have the blood of a white man,
My papa's blood that is.
I have the blood of a black woman,
My mama's blood that is.
And so my blood is a mixture
Of blood that's hers and his.
It courses through my veins each day
With its color imbed.
And every time I have cut myself
The color of it's red.
Can't tell which is my papa's
Or mama's that I see?
Only thing I really see
Is it doesn't matter to me.
I've been loved by black and white.
I've been hated too.
Sometimes at night while I'm in bed
I wonder when I'm through
Will I be judged by the color of my skin
Which is neither black nor white?
Or the blood that gave to me my life
as I tried to do everything right?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sooner Than Later
At times, sooner than later, my friend, The Lord God will,
As The Sovereign Creator, His purpose in our lives fulfill,
Tying all back by the Savior, to the time on Calvary’s Hill,
When He forgave our behavior, as His blood men spilled.
It was God’s appointed time, in which Christ was crucified,
And the Father’s will and design, that Jesus bled and died,
Sins forgiven; yours and mine, no believer shall be denied,
Dying at that appointed time, “It is finished” our Lord cried.
From the cross to the grave, into the tomb Christ was laid,
In His death men were saved, as the price of sin was paid,
Into the world so depraved, by Him redemption was made,
And a way to Glory was paved, for His own, shall not fade.
From the grave into the sky; now at the Father’s right hand,
On a glorious throne on high, now reigning over every land,
Soon to return for you and I, in the rapture He has planned,
Then in view of every eye, on the earth, He again will stand.
In God’s time, all done for us, worldly men, lost in their sin,
For this sin, God will and must, judge this earth, all by Him,
Though we are all but dust, if we turn before He does begin,
And In Him, we put our trust, by His power, we eternally win.
(Copyright ©03/2008)
If a man die, shall he live again All the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.