Money Does Matter Sentimentally
In the pathless darkness stumbles the heart
Stammers to a figureless somebody
Looks into the farther space for help
Pregnant with woes, in a flash
Remembers the returnless days of sentiments..
Atonce offers an oblation to the deity -
An yellow cloth pouched with coins
Prays and prayers infused, obstacles preyed
Wishes blessed, woes warded off..
Trust!
Just does that coined turmeric- pouch
Then atlast surrendering the divine treasury
Sentimentally blessing one ofcourse!
poem by Indira Renganathan
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I Want The Universe
Depressed and taken by stress,
The woes of infinite space are understood;
This space continues to guide the heart
And all those hearts of a blessed variety.
Chiefs shall consider chemicals for their bodies,
Astronauts keep biological experiments.
The defeated reign over the victorious,
And clear universes stand alongside ours.
Then be cautious if you consider woes
To be the confusion in the midst of alien attack.
Absurd and breakable, the space-man
Connects us with living-space,
The ever-living cosmos,
The significant place
For entrances
And exits.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Life is a sea of misery
In a rain-shadow region I was born.
Fate pulled my life apart to be torn.
The mighty gods from the mountains around
blessed me to breeze through the woes of life!
I writhed in pain and agony,
with a series of deaths in our family.
I didn’t understand,
where I was destined to.
You blessed me to breeze through the woes of life!
I swam in the ocean of misery
and roamed in the jungles with her memory.
I didn’t curse my fate
and have no one to hate.
You blessed me to breeze through the woes of life!
----------- 4.1.2012
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Blessed Be Your Name - Hillsong
Blessed be Your name,
In the land that is plentiful.
Where Your streams of abundance flow,
Blessed be Your name.
Blessed be Your name,
When I'm found in the desert place.
When I walk through the wilderness,
Blessed be Your name.
Every blessing You pour out,
I'll turn back to praise.
When the darkness closes in,
Lord, still, I will say:
(Chorus)
Blessed be the name of the Lord,
Blessed be Your name.
Blessed be the name of the Lord,
Blessed be Your glorious name.
Blessed be Your name,
When the sun's shining down on me.
When the world's all as it should be,
Blessed be Your name.
Blessed be Your name,
On the road marked with suffering.
When there's pain in the offering,
Blessed be Your name.
Every blessing You pour out,
I'll turn back to praise.
When the darkness closes in,
Lord, still, I will say:
(Chorus) x 2
You give and take away,
You give and take away.
My heart will choose to say,
Lord, blessed be Your name. x 2
(Chorus) x 2
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Deity
You want a deity?
Come
Pickup a stone or wood log
Have some sindur
Have some flowers
Have some agarbati
Light wick
Deity formed.
Worship it.
Your deity is
Ready to give you
What you want.
Pray before the deity
With heart and soul.
The deity never
Try to and never
Done anything
That would put loss.
It is you to decide
How far you believe
On your deity
How far you have
Trust on Him.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Shiva
Thou art dark tressed space along
Smeared of peaked ashes
Whence strolling souls chained along
Burnt fierce Thine almight Thine darkness
Arises atop the sheening sickle
Ragging Thine kempt Ganges
To splash on terra-firma to tickle
Thou art fire ablaze figureless
To redden orangy sun to sprawling white
To wax the moon to silvery bliss
To generate earth in Thine might
Sphere to rhythm all way around
In Thine cycle of make and remake
In Thine plane of an invisible round
Thou art black and white
Attired of molten gold
Spearing drummy the woes out
With pristine persona serpentined
In still breath of illimitable silence
In heavenly immensities of space
Thou art peace, Thou art peace
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Sonnet: As Human Beings, We All Have Problems
Which man on earth is free of all problems?
We earthlings face both happiness and woes;
All can’t be Gold, Diamonds or uncut Gems!
Sad days come to both friends and even foes.
The richest man on earth has problems too,
And spends much time in trying to them solve;
The poorest men on earth have suffered; so
Men can’t their problems on their own resolve.
The secret tool that helps all is prayer!
We ought to pray for ourselves, friends and foes;
The Godless men like rain-less trees wither!
Prayers help men to solve problems and woes.
Pray from your heart to God whenev’r you can;
Alone, you cannot gain Heaven, O Man!
6-9-2001
poem by John Celes
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Earth
SAD is my lot; among the shining spheres
Wheeling, I weave incessant day and night,
And ever, in my never-ending flight,
Add woes to woes, and count up tears on tears.
Young wives’ and new-born infants’ hapless biers
Lie on my breast, a melancholy sight;
Fresh griefs abhor my fresh returning light;
Pain and remorse and want fill up my years.
My happier children’s farther-piercing eyes
Into the blessed solvent future climb,
And knit the threads of joy and hope and warning;
But I, the ancient mother, am not wise,
And, shut within the blind obscure of time,
Roll on from morn to night, and on from night to morning.
poem by William Roscoe
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Sonnet- Give Me More Woes, Lord
'Give me O Lord, more woes, ' I don't say, 'No, '
'Give me thy grace to withstand them for Thee';
And if Thou Will'd that I should undergo,
Let me do so, for my Eternity.
'Give me 0 Lord more woes, for others' sake, '
'So that more souls can be saved from sure hell.'
And in the meantime, never me forsake;
I want to toll Heaven's Angelus bell.
'Give me 0 Lord, more woes, if I can take, '
'For joys or sorrows of this world are false, '
The devils' overtures are all but fake;
Help me to listen only to Thy calls.
'Give me 0 Lord, more woes, for I love Thee, '
'Let me too lift thy cross to Calvary, '
poem by John Celes
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Man, (Money) or God
Money can bring a lot of happiness;
Money can be the cause of man’s woes too;
Money can’t give the peace on earth you want;
Money can’t fetch a place in God’s abode!
Prayers can bring more happiness as well;
Prayers can’t be the cause of human woes;
Prayers can give man real peace we seek;
Prayers ensure soul’s place in God’s abode.
One cannot serve two masters- money, God;
One should not serve man, (money) more than God;
You have to choose between money and God;
Money cannot align your soul with God!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-13-2008
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Poetry's Divine
0 hallowed be the mind in solitude!
That holds the pen to rhyme, without fine wine;
His joys and woes caused by the multitude,
For Prose is earthly, Poetry's divine!
Great is the mind that talks from heart to heart,
And praises to his pen which moves as swift;
And within moments, founded is his art,
By thoughts that flash, before his bark's adrift.
Oh, what adroitness marks his mighty pen!
That scribbles fast the thoughts that seize on him?
Though all the while quite passive stays his ken,
Allowing heart to overflow its brim.
0 Prose is earthly, Poetry's divine!
The latter inebriates more than wine.
poem by John Celes
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By That Smile Which Made Me Blest
By that smile which made me blest,
And left me soon the wretch you see-
By that heart I once possest,
Which now, they say, is given to thee-
By St. Clara's wrongs and woes-
Trust not young Glenarvon's vows.
By those lays which breathe around
A poet's great and matchless art-
By that voice whose silver sound
Can soothe to peace th' imprisoned heart-
By every bitter pang I prove-
Trust not young Glenarvon's love.
Each brighter, kinder hope forsaking,
Bereft of all that made life dear
My health impaired, my spirit breaking,
Yet still too proud to shed one tear:
O! lady, by my wrongs and woes,
Trust not young Glenarvon's vows.
And when at length the hand of death
Shall bid St. Clara's heart be still-
When struggling with its latest breath,
His image shall her fancy fill,
Ah trust to one whose death shall prove
What fate attends Glenarvon's love.
poem by Lady Caroline Lamb
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Prayer To Ganesh
Hey Ganesh,
You're the sun to bestow
A spectrum blossoming into a rainbow
Of powers soothing like the moon's glow
May our prayers on You dawn to flow
Providentially in lives that follow
May our obstacles be treaded low low
May our endeavours prospect to grow grow
Hey Ganesh,
You're the sun sanguine
Risen to erode our distress pain
Closer You are our woes decline
More the sun eerieness be slain
You look grey benign
Around us a brighter shine
Clad in white You're so fine
Hey Ganesh,
You're multinamed, multiformed
Yet formless too; beyond this world
Macrocosm is You spread
Incomprehensible, yet do comprehend
Be You the first sound
And the creation then evolved
Ganas the microcosms; Ganesh their God
Hey Ganesh,
Elephant-headed You with moon on forehead
Capacious belly on with netted trunk curved
Broken tusk and eyes red
Weaponed arms with noose and goad
Blessing arms granting boon and guard
Fanning ears with a body broad
Bonded with a shrew pervading globe around
Praise to your presence blissful
From turmeric to clay pliable wonderful
Shape to shape adorable meaningful
Preserved or permeated ritual willful
Our litanies Your heartful
Our oblations plentiful
May You be with us fully full
Perennially to favour the needful
Hey Ganesh, Jai Ganesh, Jai Ganesh
Omnipresent, wealth and victory be Thou zestful
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Some Go Loco and More Got Woes
How serious.
Just how serious,
Can these times be?
How serious.
Just how serious,
Can these times be?
People out of work with needs to feed.
How serious can these times be?
More homeless seen on many streets.
How serious can these times be?
Hope from this is a wish to elope.
How serious can thes times be?
Wide awake are the more composed.
How serious can these times be?
Some go loco,
And more got woes!
Some go loco,
And more got woes!
Heeeeey...
Where's the aide?
How serious.
Just how serious,
Can these times be?
How serious.
Just how serious,
Can these times be?
People out of work with needs to feed.
How serious can these times be?
More homeless seen on many streets.
How serious can these times be?
Heeeeey...
Where's the aide?
Some go loco,
And more got woes!
Some go loco,
And more got woes!
Wide awake are the more composed.
How serious can these times be?
Hope from this is a wish to elope.
How serious can thes times be?
Heeeeey...
Where's the aide?
Some go loco,
And more got woes!
Some go loco,
And more got woes!
How serious.
Just how serious,
Can these times be?
Some go loco!
And...
More got woes!
Yes some go loco!
And...
More got woes!
Some go loco!
And,
More got woes!
Yes some go loco.
And...
More got,
Woes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: A Happy Family
A happy family is one blessed by God!
Both parents slog all life for their children;
And children honor parents, without rod;
All walk united en way to Heaven.
A happy family lives in piety;
Their home is warm and welcomes everyone;
They’re satisfied and live with satiety;
There’s time for love, care, work, play, also fun!
A happy family loves its neighbors well;
All share their joys, woes, grief and problems too;
Their faith in God, their smiling faces tell;
With divine aim, all earthly works, they do!
A happy family prays in harmony;
God meets their needs of body, soul, money!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-1-2006
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A Prayer For The Ages
How does one pray and know they are heard?
Should they do it with thought or do it with word?
Through the ages humans have prayed
for divine intervention
placing the burden on God,
For divine inspiration
wherever they've trod,
For peaceful intention
to be sent from above,
For lessening of tension
to be replaced with love,
For all of God's attention
to the plight of man's woes,
For less apprehension
wherever he goes.
And all of these thoughts or words they convey
are expectant and hopeful that in some way
they'll be answered by God and not by man.
But man is a partner in all of these prayers.
He must understand that everyone shares
in the responsibility that God expects.
For thoughts and words are the disconnects
that make us depend on God.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sonnet: Trust in Jesus
Life has been kind to us despite our woes;
God has provided timely, when in need;
He has protected us from all our woes;
Life gave some sorrows but more joys indeed.
Despite our sins, God blessed our lives for years;
He forgives us but we don’t others’ sins!
As Friend and Guide, He has removed all fears;
Without His help, we cannot even wince.
Why not renew our faith in God, brethren?
With Him beside, no devil can tempt us;
Although He made us all from clay-earthen,
Our soul and holy spirit are things plus.
On no account, will God us ev’r forsake;
Let’s offer our suff’rings for Jesus’ sake.
poem by John Celes
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Let 'Em Slip. Let 'Em Go. Your Woes
Keep what you value treasured.
That which is kept,
And known to you unmeasured.
To protect with your best.
Don't ever let your credits,
Dip to emotional depths.
With a debiting that upsets.
Let this flow of woe go!
Let 'Em Slip. Let 'Em Go. Your Woes
Don't revisit the taking of risks.
Let this flow of woe go!
What to you is the benefit.
Let this flow of woe go!
Heal from a wound and be done with it.
Let this flow of woe go.
Let 'Em Slip. Let 'Em Go. Your Woes
Keep what you value treasured.
That which is kept,
And known to you unmeasured,
To protect with your best.
Don't ever let your credits,
Dip to emotional depths.
With a debiting that upsets.
Let this flow of woe go!
Let 'Em Slip. Let 'Em Go. Your Woes
Put all your interest in happiness.
Let your flow of woe go!
Don't be picked to begin a fit.
Let your flow of woe go.
Don't get involved with people like this.
Let your flow of woe go.
Unloosen your hold.
Let 'Em Slip. Let 'Em Go. Your Woes
Don't revisit the taking of risks.
Let this flow of woe go!
What to you is the benefit.
Let this flow of woe go!
Heal from a wound and be done with it.
Let this flow of woe go.
Let them slip. Let them go. Your woes.
Let 'em slip. Let 'em go. Your woes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Coin Of Little Worth
I have seen and liked
silver coins stamped
in ancient Greece Rome
these usually carry the image
of supposedly great men
kings emperors face in profile
but their deeds were often
treacherous harsh cruel
wars these started for more
wealth slaves land to rule
my favourite coin
is a very small coin
tiny of little worth
that a woman with nothing
once gave at the temple
a very very long time ago
My Lord praised her
for giving all her livelihood
for giving more than
all gathered rich worshippers
combined because
proud rich gave a percentage
from all their amassed profit
a percentage calculated
based upon requirements of
law; but a poor woman gave
everything she had
based upon her own giving heart
it is written how Jesus sat down;
with the treasury chests in view
observing how the crowd dropped
money into the treasury chests;
many rich people were dropping in
many coins however a poor
widow woman dropped in only two
small coins which had very little value;
these coins became known as the widow's mite.
Jesus called his disciples and said to them
"Truly I say to YOU that this poor widow
dropped in more than all those dropping
money into the treasury chests; for they
all dropped in out of their surplus,
but she dropped in all of what
she had, her whole living." Mark 12: 41-44.
For the love of God.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Trust....
I trust the night
I trust the stars that shine
I trust the moon
I know its love’s divine
I trust the wind
I trust its winding ways
I trust the sky
I know its separate days
I trust the dawn
I trust its rising light
I trust the sun
I know its blinding sight
I trust the clouds
I trust the crimson waves
I trust the things I love
I know that this trust saves Me.
poem by Shashidhar Kumar
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Feelin Down Farther
Tom johnston
Well, the sun is shinin
A new day is here
All the people smilin
And the sky is clear
Not an hour wasted will I share with you
Got to keep lovin, mama
No matter what I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got to tell you
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Jesus, hear me
When I sing out loud
The echoes of my gladness
Fall upon the crowd
I dont care for sadness
And I dont need fear
I hope they finally realize
That the feelin is near
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got to tell you
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Givin and receivin
Are all I know
Some of you will find it
And youll probbly let it show
Only one thing that I know to be true
Every day is different, mama
And so are you
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got to tell you
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
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