A Birth
a birth is always painful
like how the universe came into being
a blast strong enough to impregnate
every fertility nerve of earth
a child bursts out innocent tears
when it is shoved into the world
a woman is awakened to a new self
love flows with renewed intensities
in so many spheres; sound, touch, taste,
sights, hope, fear....
the birth of a soul is also a painful experience
the living faculties close one by one
as every cell takes the cold shoulders
to let the soul loosen itself into the realm
beyond the blast of the big bang
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Beloved Beautiful Soul
Beautiful soul,
Why is it that you do not speak,
When it is the beautiful words you utter which I seek.
Oh beautiful soul,
Why is it that you do
Not seem whole
What could have possibly struck you,
Leaving a painful hole.
Dear beautiful soul,
You have altered to
What one may call a
Tormented soul.
My darling once beautiful soul.
How could you let the
World make you so.
When your spirit is much
Broader than the universe itself.
Now tormented soul,
Do not be cold,
Upset, disappointed
And bitter.
You've turned your light out
Which was once greater
Believing that you couldn't
Glow brighter.
My beloved beautiful soul,
Let faith and courage
Be your angelic showl
That shall lighten
Your shoulders and
Uplift the burdens
That torment your soul.
Beautiful soul,
How much I do admire
Thee so.
Break the chains that
Have withheld you
And let your wings unfold.
poem by Pride Mokhele
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A genuine Heart enkindle a sacred tears
our eyes, value the essence of forgiveness, the glittering
tears flown like crystal jade lives in our hearts, is a birth
mark of the soul
leave not my heart where my soul begins the journey that
brings my spirit to a wonderful day of my life
a forgiveness shared with the sacredness of my tears comes
from the inner chamber of my heart, will always be in your
soul, that mold you to understand, the meaning of passion
though everything is changing to believe, but a reason to
accept that something is of everything to know that, all is just
a learning process, that every one has to experience this
painful episode
a miles away to reach my destination, but a steps to reach your
heart, the value of tears in my heart, live to begin the worth of
your life in my blameless soul, please take it for its only one,
only for you
my heart has made, the rainbow to remember, the rain that
flows in the turmoil of river, stream out to the ocean of mercy,
you have been there knowing my path to reach my ideal of
what is meant to live with you
what matter most is the tears that i offer, letting you to feel, that
every drops of sacred tears in my heart is a stairway to achieve
my forgiveness and the steps, i make is only.....only for..... you,
my darling
poem by Antonio Liao
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Birth Love
My love is like a birth
Happens once, once for a soul
Cute face and tiny structure
Loved by all as a child
Even I got the care and love
All the joys and happiness on earth
But only for somewhile and sometime
As a man passes his infancy and gets adult.
All I know is my love remains in me
As an infant child of innocence
As the essence and childhood memories
It comes before me when I think
Think of myself with them and her.
Going with Keat's and his dogma
Beauty is truth, truth beauty
Love is birth, birth love
This is all you know about birth
This is what you need to know of love.
poem by Abhimanyu Kumar.s
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Big Bang
big bang
a second
for universe
to blast
into existence
a million years
to travel
through the maze
if the big bang
could beat
the speed
of our thought
or are we
mere fragments
swimming
on its wave
that bounces back
with a snigger -
you would not
catch up with me
the physique
- got to flung
it back to the blast
one day anyway
the spirit yes
- to god to god
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Birth
From the cradle of innocent birth,
comes the embracing touch of immaculate worth,
amidst sweeping streams of watery weariness,
looming life awakening tender delicate features,
Beauty only a breath away from facing a new world,
The end event begins reality; strong and sacred,
Bright and sanguine, first they are soft then toned,
And every celebration honors the new home.
Drawn by skilful proportion through wavering pool,
from cradled rest to wanton breast of a mother’s womb,
Where the realm of nature gives birth to life,
And creation groan with stronger breathe incite,
birth let time bring delivery of beautiful species,
Which knows not the wait the universe accepts?
poem by Gerry Legister
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Love You Out Loud
I sit in my living room thinking of you
And the feelings I fear are coming true
And everything about you is wrong I know it
But I still taste you on my tongue
And I still breathe you in my lungs
And I wish I could stop breaking down
Wish I could love you out loud
Wish I could love you out loud
But I'll just keep it to myself
Wish I could hear how it sounds
To be with you and no one else
Don't make a sound
Don't tell a soul
It's 7:00am and I just want to call you
And tell you I'm falling in love
But, there's someone else inside these four walls
If she smells you on my skin
I can't let her know where I've been
I wish I could be with you now
Wish I could love you out loud
Wish I could love you out loud
But I'll just keep it to myself
Wish I could hear how it sounds
To be with you and no one else
Wish I could love you out loud
Because I'm under your spell
Wish I could tell the whole world
But I'll just keep it to myself
Don't make a sound
Don't tell a soul
Don't tell them anything
And I won't let you go
Don't say a word
Don't tell a soul
And I shiver at the thought of you
I can't believe that you love me too
And we quiver when we touch
I can't believe I love you so much
And I hate it when you walk away
I know we can't go on this way
But there's magic when we touch
I can't believe I love you so much
Wish I could love you out loud
Wish I could hear how it sounds
Wish I could love you out loud
Wish I could hear how it sounds
Wish I could love you out loud
But I'll just keep it to myself
Wish I could hear how it sounds
To be with you and no one else
Wish I could love you out loud
Because I'm under your spell
Wish I could tell the whole world
But I'll just keep it to myself
Don't make a sound
Don't tell a soul
Don't tell them anything
And I won't let you go
Wish I could love you out loud
But I'll just keep it to myself
Wish I could hear how it sounds
To be with you and no one else
Wish I could love you out loud
Because I'm under your spell
Wish I could tell the whole world
But I'll just keep it to myself
Wish I could love you out loud
Wish I could hear how it sounds
Wish I could love you out loud
Wish I could hear how it sounds
Wish I could love you out loud
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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As the tears fall......
oh! tears flows in the world of happiness
come to my vision, taste the existence of my senses,
as you fulfill the presence of your destiny, where you
will always come in every eye the soul will cry
life moves, wait in every step, stumble and kiss
each ground; always go for an eye that cried, tears
fly in a distance reach where success await, shout
and shoot the target faith and say thanks each tears
fall in the soil it cool
oh! tears you stable my pain, fall down the tears
in my face i request and lay down my heart in every
table i want to possess, make a little spark wash my life
as it depart and crystallized teardropp break my heavy
loaded misery apart, let the tear to close the day and say
goodbye, for a new tear comes to flow in the misty eye
may go
tears taste my fear, lead my soul and cloth me to know
that you are always there, living with me......until my
heart will go, till I’ll die
poem by Antonio Liao
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She Sneezed Seven Times
One who was declared barren is now with a child,
One who was declared useless is now useful,
For i have now taken away the sadness on her face.
She was deeply distressed and she sneezed seven times,
But a valley full of ditches is now with water.
This is the story of a Shunammite woman,
Of a noble and a kind woman that she was;
But today she has a beautiful child in her arms.
Are you also into the same problem?
Then let us hope for a brighter tomorrow;
LIke the cold water from the Atlantic Ocean.
She is now living in paradise with her child,
And she is now strong with the cheers on her face;
The earth shook and the heavens poured out water for her,
For she ho was barren has now given birth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Creator And A Barren Woman
A barren woman had been praying for a child for long,
Then after many years without hope the Creator heard her prayers;
Then the Creator said to her: 'A year today you will give birth'.
This is the story of the Creator and a barren woman:
A year after the barren woman gave birth to a child.
Now, she started to complain again to the Creator;
Because, she has no time to take care of the child.
'Oh, i am too tired of taking care of this child';
And the Creator was very patience.
'Oh, i cannot take care of this child any longer';
And the Creator was very patience again.
'Oh, i have given my husband a child but i cannot take care of him';
This child was a son and then, the Creator said to the woman:
'When you were baren you did cried out for a child but,
Now that you've got one you also crying daily for his upkeep';
'Well, the wants of mankind are many and mankind is NOT satisfied'.
Yes, we are all living on this earth;
With stories and the things that we see around us;
But mankind is really NOT satisfied, whether barren or with a child.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Five realms
a realm where
existence is mere eyes
year after year only sights
in sky of no man's land
a realm where
existence is only ears
year after year only sounds,
stone shrouded, loud and dark
a realm where
existence is only taste
year after year a sea
leaping into a crevice of tongues
sharp, bloodred and flipping like snake's
a realm where
existence is only touch
year after year of a roaring
wind passing through haunting plains
a realm where
existence is mere smell
year after year of fragrance
wafting, through a million
fibriletting nostrils of blooms
contented until
the realm of desire
strikes that results in all five
carvorting to each other
for a taste of a wider world
where each would merge
with the other to party on mother earth
with God, devils, angels
the only realm where
all other realms converge
till they are recalled home
to the five separate self contained
realms see, hear, taste, touch, and
smell in a world of enlightenment
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A child's Suffering
The intense flame of withering blooms,
In deep essence of those in tombs.
A child like figure in darkness's shadow,
As his eyes as yellow as cat's eyes glow.
Death takes him home into the deep,
to a never ending painful sleep.
The child's voice heard through my dreams,
His voice so painful as he screams.
Why an innocent child has to suffer,
no child deserves this life so hard and so much rougher.
But the father's disgrace chose the child's path,
Taking the child into a blood bath,
the child cries as the burning goes on,
Forever from dusk to dawn.
poem by Krystle Kyriakou
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As a child I was taught that to tell the truth was often painful. As an adult I have learned that not to tell the truth is more painful, and that the fear of telling the truth — whatever the truth may be — that fear is the most painful sensation of a moral life.
quote by June Jordan
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Stories Of Hope Series #11 Adopted Child
The child was brought into this world
By an un wanting mother, did not have
any family, no sisters, no brothers.
But was adopted from birth by a woman
Who was seeking a child, and didn’t
Have any of her own for quite awhile.
This child was loved, like he could never know
Because as a mother her love she did show.
Never had a need or want for anything in life
Never knew about the mothers struggles or strife.
The child at times would question as to why
he was from a one parent family.
She told him that it was the way she wanted it to be.
She loved this child more than life itself
And in her heart this child would dwell.
Then one day before high school graduation
He had needed papers of when and where
He was born documentation.
He knew his mother kept the important
Papers in a metal box- which was always kept locked.
He found the key to the box, and opened it
Up with care, and with his mother the reason
He would share.
He found an envelope dated 1/29/92
Which was his birth date, that much he knew.
He opened the envelope and saw the heading
“ certificate of birth” on the first paper he took out.
As he opened it up and started to read
Where it said parents names, was blank as can be.
He waited for his mother to get home
And then the papers would be shown.
When she got home he asked her why there was no names?
She put her head down and said: she was to blame.
You see: you was left on the hospital steps
With a note attached to you blanket saying:
“She could not take care of you
And this was the best that she could do.”
Being a nurse in that hospital, I fell in love with you
And I went through the process to adopt you.
I have loved you from the start, and you’ve
Filled my soul and heart.
No one can love you more than I
And I will love you till the day I die.
The tears started rolling down her face
And he kissed her tears away.
He said: you are the only mother I have ever known
And because of you, I have a family.
“ that could never change for me”.
I’m so sorry that I never told you my son
And for any hurt that I may have done.
I just wanted to protect you
That is all I wanted to do.
They both shed their tears, and comforted their fears.
He said: I decided that I would go to the court of records
And change it for all to see, that you are
The only mother for me.
On his birth certificate they attached a stipulation
Which read: this woman became his mother from
The moment that he was found
And this case has become world renown.
Because of the hope she had in her heart
Her and her son got a brand new start.
HOPE IS THE KEY TO SET YOURSELF FREE
poem by Louis Rams
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The Day Is A Poem (September 19, 1939)
This morning Hitler spoke in Danzig, we hear his voice.
A man of genius: that is, of amazing
Ability, courage, devotion, cored on a sick child's soul,
Heard clearly through the dog wrath, a sick child
Wailing in Danzig; invoking destruction and wailing at it.
Here, the day was extremely hot; about noon
A south wind like a blast from hell's mouth spilled a slight rain
On the parched land, and at five a light earthquake
Danced the house, no harm done. Tonight I have been amusing myself
Watching the blood-red moon droop slowly
Into the black sea through bursts of dry lightning and distant thunder.
Well: the day is a poem: but too much
Like one of Jeffers's, crusted with blood and barbaric omens,
Painful to excess, inhuman as a hawk's cry.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Peace
(McDonaldChapman)
I have come from so far away
Down the road of my own mistakes
In the hope you could hear me pray
Oh lord, keep me in your reach
How I've longed through these wasted years
To outrun all the pain and fear
Turned to stone from my uncried tears
And now it's your grace I seek
Love won't compromise
It's a gift, it's a sacrafice
My soul renewed, and my heart released
In you I'll find my peace
Wondrous child of whom the angels sing
Know my joy, feel my suffering
Shining star make this love you bring
So bright that I may believe
That my way will not be lost
From now on, 'til that river's crossed
My soul renewed, and my spirit free
In you I'll find my peace
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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The Sunset Thoughts (after reading a poet)
At sunset, sinking gold
Goaded by great will
Death, painful as birth
Cold wind freezing
The wings of life
And at sun rise
Pulsates
A dark beetle whirrs
The pain at birth
Resounding cradle
Stretches to the grave
The warmth of love,
Like consciousness
Trespasses time and space.
poem by Raveendran N.V.
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The voice of the Poor
when everything looses its taste and vengeance cloth the
agony of the heart, the gnashing of teeth birth the beginning
of hatred, and the sting of death lives with thy soul, through
out generation to come
every faith challenge the discernment of the heart, living behind
the tears of the innocent, that calls the coolness of a stumble
heart, sprouted like an incense fume, chanting the bravery of
fear
as the eyes sees the suffering of the soul, the venue settled
down an avenue of loosing one's life, an experience of thy heart
that lives beyond man's personal conviction to die, even death
is not an option just to rise an honor to what faith calls
as the ladder of pain hurts the shadow of death, the will to live
is beyond compare, to shed blood, is what it is call, living
through dying is the only wisdom to live in harmony to every
man's faith
life is a call, to gain the fame of living is to give what is best in
life, it is in a small thing you give that, life brings us to see
and find the meaning of what is life...... a call to live
poem by Antonio Liao
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Got Deaf.....
She got deaf after hearing that she lost
her child in bomb blast.....
She was shocked & couldn't believe what
happened.
She was not able to see her child in pieces.
She cried to her peak & tried to kill herself.
She got deaf after hearing that she lost
her child in bomb blast.....
She cursed the person who planed bomb blast.
She begged god to get her child back to her.
She just wondered how her dreams got shattered.
She got deaf after hearing that she lost
her child in bomb blast.....
She couldn't even get her child whole body.
She was just trying to search him in the stars.
She just thought that maybe it's an horrible dream.
She got deaf after hearing that she lost
her child in bomb blast.....
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poem by Anita Trivedi
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speaking Of Re-birth!
** SPEAKING OF RE-BIRTH!
Many a time it has been said, that despite my
prayers and fond wishes,
The soul must go through several re-births,
To absolve itself from all debts on this earth!
And those who committed acts of violence,
Must take re-birth to meet such an end!
It is indeed a reassuring and comforting thought,
That crime never goes unpunished in the eyes of
God!
Now what happens to all our courts of laws,
With hanging and life imprisonments galore? !
For the same offence you cannot punish a man
twice!
Do the advocates of ‘re-birth’ listen to such
advice?
Despite whatever has been said in re-birth’s
defense,
I have always prayed for Moksha without giving
offence!
My the Gods make my soul truly free, -
And if the soul must suffer re-birth, -
Well, let it not be me!
-Raj Nandy
03 Jun 09
New Delhi
(Though written in a lighter vein, many a true word
is spoken in a jest!)
0989..... Death! Death! Death!
I don't fear Death
I don't invite Death
I wish I Taste It, But
I wish it's Peaceful
And not painful.
For, I can not not exist
I am Eternal, For
I see me in You,
In everything,
I don't fear Death
I Love Sleeps n Dreams
Death, a little Long Sleep.
For, Universe is Closed System;
As Clausius said
Sum Energy is Constant.
Where Can I go after
My Death, Only to
comeback elsewhere,
A little Hide and seek, like
Changing Dresses
All Beginnings must End
All Ends must Begin
Coins should have Two Sides
I come only to go back,
And to come back later again
I don't fear Death
I don't invite Death
I wish it's only
Peaceful, Not painful
Oh! God, please Grant my Request!
(12-04-2010, Chennai)
poem by Gan Chennai
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