Sad Country
Sad and made of copper
The symbol we are wed,
Even our comedies
End a little sadly….
Our joyful neighbors
Wear their infernal
Hirsute fur coats….
And that only… banal
Are our mangy bears
With prey trembling
In blood-covered lips.
For what purpose, when dreams betray,
That words brim over with delusions?
For what purpose, on a forgotten grave,
Grass grows greener and emits a noise?
For what purpose these lunar heights,
If my garden is silent and dark?
And the tails of her plaits are untied,
And I hear their breath... for what?
poem by Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky
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Ringmasters Word
I have a purpose...
Take your dill knife, stab me, go, strike my heart...(ha ha, ha ha...ha ha, ha ha )
I have a purpose...
Such things cant exist...
I have a purpose...
You will tell them of me and how one day I shall come for them...
I have a purpose...
Quietly, I will come over your bed,
I will lean over and gently bite your neck...
Ringmaster...
I have a purpose...
You will tell them of me and how one day I shall come for them
song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
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Your Purpose of Living
The master of purpose does not
respect certificate or degree;
He only respect people
with purpose in life.
Purpose is the gate fee
to success land.
Purpose is your direction.
Purpose is an objective in life,
dream, and what you are here for.
You cannot move on in life
until you have discovered
your objectives in life,
which is your purpose of living.
poem by Franca Kenneth
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Chaos, Order, Chaos, Beauty And Ugliness...
beauty must a purpose
have, for instance beauty that
gives peace and
harmony to the world,
presumably this world is a world of chaos,
and chaos is wanton
and understood to be messy and
undesirable, makes the mind
to lack the necessary focus
but what is focus for? what is thinking for?
again, you return to purpose
focus must have a purpose
and thinking must have another purpose
but what is the purpose of purpose?
seems that purpose is beauty
and that purpose without beauty is not desirable,
and so on and so forth,
people get so confused, they want order as though order itself is
beauty
as though it is one purpose that we need,
the universe must have an order
a system, every planet orbiting around the sun must have
a purpose
as though they are human beings like us
as though they are us
look at this poem, read it so well,
it has no purpose but to make you think
make you doubt
that perhaps beauty to be beauty must be wanton
and chaotic, which by itself is a reality
and reality is always
beautiful,
it has always a purpose and this is what you think it to be
right now, but is this really so?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Find It. Your Purpose
Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.
It is difficult to be oneself,
And declare oneself to 'be'.
It is much easier to locate acceptance,
When approval from others...
Does not threaten,
A routine enjoyed with unchanged beliefs.
Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.
And once it is recognized...
Be prepared to be criticized.
Be prepared to be humble too...
When a strength felt opens your eyes.
But never be apologetic,
For those steps you make.
Moving forward has been known,
To cause many heartache.
But find it,
You must...
Your purpose.
And trust that it is...
Your purpose!
And...
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Once it has been discovered,
Your purpose...
Will open and broaden your mind.
Finding one's purpose,
Does this every time!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I have purpose
I have purpose
I will face the road ahead
It’s my chance
I don’t have time to worry
I have a purpose
I will not express regret
If I go back now
Everything I do will be useless
I have a purpose
There’s schedule I must complete
My head is clear
I will not stop before I reach
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Keep The Intent Of Your Purpose
Although there seems to be,
A slowing done of your focused flow...
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Don't let that motivation go.
Stay true to yourself,
Knowing your beliefs do not deceive.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Do not let that purpose leave.
It is difficult enough,
To constantly be bombarded...
From those events,
That fuss things up.
It's enough to want to cuss,
Everything believed to be corrupt.
But that 'outside' stuff that is happening...
Has a meaning that should awaken all of us.
Although there seems to be,
A slowing done of your focused flow...
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Don't let that motivation go.
Stay true to yourself,
Knowing your beliefs do not deceive.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Do not let that purpose leave.
Each day collect pieces,
Of your sanity.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Be gentle and easily allow yourself to breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Or Lie
If all I knew was a lie
Twisted truth do wickedness imply
Words no meaning certainty deny
Surreal speech reason belie
Truth enslaves purpose lie
That life I would live and die
Memories doped and passion cry
Reality betray my tears to try
A lie is truth compel comply
Friendship foe breath is shy
To be or not my mind standby
Question all I ask why
All that I know is a lie
A truth with purpose to untie
Exist in mystery love defy
Worthless to time hate underlie
If all I knew was a lie
What is life for me to try?
poem by Stephen Dantes
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The Eleven Angels # 9
(9) Purpose Angel
Am your Purpose Angel,
My job is not considered the less
but to help you find and
express your unique purpose
and special talents in life
poem by Noel Horlanda
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Happiness is the purpose.
I set no goals to pursue.
I set no aims to live with.
I had no strain and stress.
I wandered in the garden
And plucked fruits near at hand.
If happiness is the purpose
No purpose need be designed.
05.06.2002, S.N. puram
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Purpose crosses disciplines. Purpose is an essential element of you. It is the reason you are on the planet at this particular time in history. Your very existence is wrapped up in the things you are here to fulfill. Whatever you choose for a career path, remember, the struggles along the way are only meant to shape you for your purpose.
quote by Chadwick Boseman
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Kinsmen of Existance
The sun of reason
breaking into a night of passion
guiding the dreaming hunter
into the archives of reality
to hit at the flesh of existence
and spill the blood of achievement
Real success, the sun of reason... shine on!
The son of purpose
reigning in the kingdom of darkness
healing the crippled humanity
into the safety of grace
and the assurance of faith
Real life, real purpose
The son of purpose, reign on!
poem by Timothy muggaga
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A man with a half volition goes backwards and forwards, and makes no way on the smoothest road a man with a whole volition advances on the roughest, and will reach his purpose, if there be even a little worthiness in it. The man without a purpose is like a ship without a rudder - a waif, a nothing, a no man. Have a purpose in life and having it, throw such strength of mind and muscle into your work as God has given you.
quote by Thomas Carlyle
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Throughout the Meadow
I discovered my purpose,
Long before your good credit rating...
Maxed out on overdrawn credit cards.
I have never identified with bling,
As a means to represent my dreams and wishes.
Being 'different' has had its benefits for me.
I owe no one anything to maintain a pretense.
I am who I am.
Basic.
Truth and I have been friends for years.
But I will admit...
We have had our ups and downs.
You,
On the other hand...
Celebrated achieving faked peaks.
And today you tell me I know nothing of the valleys?
Remember,
That's where you left me before making your climb.
However...
Your whining everyone can hear,
Throughout the meadow.
Have you lost your purpose and your mind,
On borrow time and the cheap 'blinging' of things?
I thought you knew who you were?
Was it you who said I wasted my life,
On useless dreams?
And here you are...
Screaming as if 'you' are the one crazed.
But...
You may be reflecting your purpose.
Who am I to pass judgement?
Enjoy.
Have a great day.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Write Because Of A Certain Purpose
writing with a purpose.
like everything and everyone
always with a purpose...
beauty, and hope and sadness
and death and redemption...
all these have built-in purposes
but whatever that is
the things-in-themselves
without mouths speak for what they mean
outstretched tendrils looking for the ray of the sun
blooming petals wanting for someone to adore
pathways seeking themselves on a certain destinations
seas covering the earth giving way to the existence of maps
and so i write, i keep the purpose within my letters
my words that you read
this poem that shows arms opening
to embrace you and also to keep my cold heart warm.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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God Viewed As Exclusive Property
Many people
seem to believe
that God is
the exclusive property
of only
their religion
their denomination
their exclusive property.
But is this true?
How do we test
this mindset
discrimination?
“And God loved the world so much
that he gave his only-begotten Son,
in order that everyone exercising
faith in him might not be destroyed
but have everlasting life.” John 3: 16
God’s Word is the exclusive authority.
God belongs to “everyone exercising
faith in him”. But for what purpose?
What is the reason, the purpose of God?
“And he proceeded to say to them: “To
You the sacred secret of the kingdom of
God as been given, but to those outside
all things occur in illustrations” Mark 4: 11
“Adonai made everything for its purpose, even
the wicked for the day of disaster” Proverbs 16: 4
But God works in mysterious ways,
therefore who can know his purpose?
Now “we now that God causes everything
to work together (cooperate) for the good
of those who love God and (who) are called
in accordance with his purpose” Romans 8: 28
But what is God’s sacred
secret to be administered?
“This plan, kept hidden for ages by God,
the Creator of everything, is for the rulers
and authorities in heaven to learn, through
the existence of the Messianic Community,
how many-sided God’s wisdom is.” Ephesians 3: 9-11
But who is God’s chosen to
administer over heaven and earth?
“This accords with God’s age-old purpose,
accomplished in the Messiah Yeshua, our Lord.” Ephesians 3: 12
But how did God decide the purpose, “made known through
the congregation the greatly diversified wisdom of God”? Ephesians 3: 10
This was decided “according to the eternal purpose that he
formed in connection with the Christ, Jesus our Lord”. Ephesians 3: 12
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Once Write To Follow An Idea
writing has a purpose. Words can preach.
Or they are like a wind vane, giving you the
north, and south and east and west.
You ask: why am i heading west? What is
in the snow as thick as my agnosticism?
and you follow, and ask what is it that i
really mean about the sound of a frog
croaking? I put some leaves, and twigs
and pretend that i am composing a tree.
I like the sound of a hush, the wind and the
silence of the mists, the insistence of frost.
Too early, yes too early to conclude that
words must, and must have no other purpose
but to convey and idea. About myself. Looking
for Myself. I am an idea.
Sooner i am told, by this star and this moon,
there is no idea, and there is no purpose either.
Just seasons. Cold and warm. Humid and Dry.
Desert and snow. Wet and Arid. Acidic sometimes.
Smooth. Rough. No reason at all, why prey? What
caused the depredation of feelings? Outbursts and
explosions. Cry. Shout. Bohemian rhapsody.
Yes, this is nothing but colors. Feelings I mean.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Moving Home
My life was now over so I moved home today.
I have passed on my earthly wealth and gone away.
No need for my goods and chattels to follow me
for they're not required where I am going to be.
This old house all dilapidated and decayed
had outlived the purpose for which it had been made.
So I left it behind me as an empty shell
for it was made of flesh and served its' purpose well.
But I am eternal and born by the breath of God.
Saved when I put my trust in Christ Jesus my Lord.
So my soul soared heavenward up to its new home
no more confined to earth but the heavens to roam.
God’s Purpose Never Changed
I will post
poems today
the purpose
is not
about you
or me
it is about
God
this purpose
has never
changed
persona
changes
within certain
styles
within
poems
I write
but
consistency
of purpose
never changed
it is a constant
as omnipresent
omnipotent
omnibenevolent
omniscient God
is constant.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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There Are Many Who Are Talented
There are many with gifts,
That are relevant as presented.
There are many who are talented,
With a seeking to reach heights.
And there are those who were born,
For the purpose of igniting thought.
And doing this without a challenge...
Since a naturalness given to them,
Is unselfishly offered to others brought.
However...
Hopefully an attention sought is caught!
Or it would defeat the purpose of a reach.
And nothing delivered sinks in as taught.
With intended depth remaining surfaced.
And a leaking occurs few see as a need.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diminishing Of Integrity
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
A diminishing of equality,
Now gone.
And...
A quality of life once wished,
To value and exist to admit...
Is,
A deficit of dreams,
That seem to demean...
With no purpose or meaning.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
A diminishing of equality,
Now gone.
With a deficit of dreams,
That seem to demean...
With no purpose or meaning.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
With a deficit of dreams,
That seem to demean...
With no purpose or meaning.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
And seems to demean,
With no purpose or meaning.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
With no purpose or meaning.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
Now gone.
Now gone.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
Gone!
Gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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