Meditation
this physique if you wish to prove
it's another entity is to close your eyes
and start seeing yourself from the lowest down
it immediately becomes a shocker of a realm
as you start from your anus, the intestines,
the armpits, the waxes in the ears
a whole body lying so still its separateness
echoes and reverberates through you
but as you observe more you soon fall
in love with it and cultivate a respect for it
the graphic detail that the physique
points itself out to you
the hair that shows your breed
curling to every iorta of your belief
and ounce of knowledge
your eyelids that without fail
open and lose the windows
of your other self
your luscious nipples, your body
contours that could raise a tidal
wave of desires among humanity
you soon realise that you have
a whole realm to contain and
like a lotus that opens itself every dawn
to a realm of sensual trappings
in its composed, upright and
meditative demeanor, you too can
do the same without being caught
in a tailspin of desires of your immediate other realm
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Realm of God
light is a realm
that helps us see
another realm
the body is a realm
that helps the soul
see another realm
take away light
take away body
what remains is
the realm of God
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Realmbrations
realmbrations -
every realm vibrates
to its own
i have yet to evolve
to view them all
okay, to view only
for if my physique vibrates
to the same rhythm
to even one other realm
it would cause crashes
realmnilation
the mockingbird
when it sucks paradise
from the blooms,
you see two realms
one clouded by the vibrations of its wings
but if you could go fast enough
you could jump
between its up and down
the realms survive
at the edge of each other
the dead acquires another vibration,
goes to live with their like
if we fail to evolve
to see these realms
we could invent something
realmseescope
to detect all the realms between us,
tuning to them
the way we manoevre the
volume of radios
or may be invent a secret weapon
to get them to vibrate to a similar rhythm
and cause a realmnilation
or may be not, for every realm
might be installed with an auto protect system
each realm acquires another rhythm
once it detects danger looming
the way moths and frogs change colours
to keep to their own realm
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The World Going Great
the physique is a vibration
of a realm you can touch
the soul is a vibration
of a realm you can only feel
they are married to get
the world going great
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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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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Buddha pined at its Feet for Enlightenment
there is a sacredness
in the mountain
as it reaches up to heaven
humbly carrying spirits
in their last leg in reincarnation realm
they are in the trees
in the stones, in every path
in zero thought meditation
to severe desires, umbilical cord
that attach them to pain, suffering
their endeavour throws
a holy presence
and sits in a spot in your core
you would attribute only
to the Sacred One
the mountain's fresh and minted breath
mersmerises, and seeps
through the physique -
a foretaste of nirvana
the trees are the highest
in reincarnation realm
not a sound as they trumpet
their way up the mountain
carrying the Sacred One
higher than the mountain
its hands and finger all
all ready to embrace him
they pass all his tests -
slash it, chop it, burn it, skin it -
they stay calm and quiet
resigning themselves to fate -
proving that they have renounced
all earthy desires
the bodhi gained enlightenment,
took pity and and shared it with Buddha
as he pined at its feet
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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In his image
god creates the physique
as a compass
to him
the body a sanctum
to cultivate
the soul
god creates the physique
as a guide to
finetune his soul
god creates the physique
a tool to upgrade the
vibrations of the soul
in order that it can fit
nicely into the mould of god
god creates the physique
to see how far man
can veer away from him
the physique a piano
songs of the soul
are played
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The realm of immediate or personal knowledge is a narrow circle in which these bodies move; the realm of knowledge derived through faith is as wide as the universe, and old as eternity.
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The New York City Ballet is always about the realm of possibilities, the realm of what the human body can do, what the human spirit can do. And it's about listening, it's about listening to remarkable music and how we respond to that.
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Of all the passions of mankind, the love of novelty most rules the mind. In search of this, from realm to realm we roam. Our fleets come loaded with every folly home.
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This Art Work
The love of a muse,
The pen of an artist,
This ink work will teach many yet unborn.
This art is from a realm to guide you,
This art work is like a mustard seed aroun you;
It is original!
It comes from a realm unknown;
It will inspire you.
This art is real to abstract your minds,
The innovative nature of my mind to you all;
It is the act of my dreams beyond imaginations!
This art will teach many,
It will inspire you all that love the muse.
This art work,
It is like a mustard seed;
It will grow to give you joy!
It is like the muse next door,
It will touch and influence you;
This art work ia sll that i have as an artist
This art work is never known,
It is called, 'Pen-Painting Graphics Abstracts'.
This art will teach many,
My innerself from the realm of imaginations!
This art will teach you;
But, the artist is never known.
This art is from a realm to guide you into my heart,
This art is from a realm to bring you into my world,
This is the love of a sweet muse to you all;
This art is from the pen of an artist who,
Is yet to be known.
This art is here to stay,
This art is all that i have for you all;
Cos', he who proves his skills proves his realms.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Super Age Poetry - Invading the other realm
super age technology
again they go over
to the other realm
to steal some souls
so valuable an asset
in their realm - as slaves
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In This Tacit Realm of Crimson Sky
In this tacit realm of crimson sky
where the winds inebriate with
a cloyed saturnalia adrift your breaths
I wallowed, wearing my shoes like
a silent stone skipping a pond
and every step, and every ripple
I shatter unbeknownst of the things
that abjures my puppet strings
in this tacit realm of crimson sky
In this tacit realm of crimson sky
the winter would remain sly
tethered to its autumn boudoir
so I muse upon the field of stones
and graves of flightless flesh
amongst its stellar descries
and whilst you blossom without me
I gorge myself in the saccharine cries
in this tacit real of crimson sky
In this tacit realm of crimson sky
I nurtured my brittle spine
and waxed my shy lacquer
rooted in the epistemological reasons
of the irrational aberrations of the heart
and now the vermillion palette devours
the vertical line raising you horizons -
what had become to my home
in this tacit realm of crimson sky?
poem by Norman Santos
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Letter from Devil
this battle
for heaven
and hell
how easily god
has signed you
over to me
a windfall
for a deal
sealed
from your
head to toe
for me
to get
on with
my scheme
each cell
encrypted
with a stamp
for my triumph
a cosy nest
for my device
to brighten up hell
to hear your scream,
your curses
a dungeon of desire
consumed by my fire
how easily
god has signed you
over to me
sealing you up
in a sea
of desires
trapping you
in a prison
where I hold the key
both in and out
this world and next
each of your cell
cries out to me
for fulfillment
gratification
buddha was right
so were all
the prophets
this realm
the dungeons of desires
that light up my realm
the fire, i love the fire
i love the scream
the scream of hatred, curses
how easily god
has signed you over to me
from head to toe
down to your very cell
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Sonnet X (Melancholy)
Sonnet X
(Melancholy)
The lonely moon stared at me tonight;
The night falls into my eyes
as if it tries to get me out of this realm.
The hounds are howling
the stars are lamenting
it seems that they've lost their courage!
I bear this melancholy from the balcony of your soul;
I was standing outside your words
Shouting soundless words from my soul
but my voice does not reach you.
I crave to see your eyes and your smile
but it was forbidden for a man to see a demi-god
so I'll stay outside your realm, looking at the moon
and start longing for the infinite!
poem by Christian Crisostomo
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Heaven
The Lord God shall overwhelm, our hearts in that eternal realm,
With bodies that will last forever, while sin surrounds us never,
Now freed from all earthly strife, when we enter into eternal life,
Surrounded in an eternal peace, in a realm that shall not cease.
We will find nothing on earth, to compare with Heaven’s worth,
A pure realm of Eternal Bliss, filled with God’s Righteousness,
With all believers home in Heaven, far from our days of seven,
Now, a timeless realm with Christ, as we enter into Eternal Life.
All who The Lord calls His Own, shall gather around His Throne,
Where God will guide me and you, in Eternity, with much to do,
While we serve The King of kings, in His realm of eternal things,
And our service to Christ my friend, shall never come to an end.
With a new body, that shall last, forever, not bodies of the past,
Receiving eternal bodies, glorified, to live forever at God’s side,
Right by the side of Christ Jesus, for all eternity will be all of us,
All who came to Christ, in faith, all saved by God, by His Grace.
Grace, that allows us to enter in, a Holy Heaven, despite our sin,
Sin, which was cleansed at Calvary, to provide us Life Eternally,
For by His Blood we’re purified, so up in Heaven, we can reside,
With our God and Creator, thanks to Christ, our Lord and Savior.
Divine pleasure and vengeance
the physique
nails me down
to live its own
the soul trails
every sphere
my eyes see
the prison the
physique is in
i could be rainbow
the spring,
the trees that
start budding
to turn green
or the lightning
that gives way
to roaring thunder
my physique is
a pen to record
divine pleasure
and vengenace
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Realm of Animals
the animals
they are there
to help the brain
of men evolve
every move
every sound
the divinity means
to open the
mind to another
dimension
of his realm
to exercise it
for greater task ahead
expanding the
leverage of
men's existence
vis a vis the universe
the animals
they come from
the realm of men
take away men
the animal kingdom
would be gone as
soon as the former
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Not a Single Cell is Mine
everything is god
except that voice
in the universe that
continuously asks
WHY, WHY, WHY
in fact you are not
even you - the physique
a panel the Almighty
uses to control 'you'
just in case you wander too far
the eyes to just tune into this realm
the channel that he allows
the ears to delve into the echo of
that distance
i envy the dog and the whale
and the elephants
but thanks god i have a nose
that swing my tongue from carcasses
and a mind that could
cross many realms
and get to the Almighty himself
though not a single cell
i can call my own
they grow and die
at the hands of SOMEBODY else
WHY WHY WHY
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Iam taking over,
Iam taking over,
Iam taking over,
With the Beauty of my Realm,
Iam not waiting to fail anymore,
Look at the Picture of my sight,
Look at I shining with a Glimpse of my Own Identity,
Time is not waiting,
Maybe the C was the Calling,
Every Word revealed a Bird so White and Beauty,
Whilst my Realm hold's the Highest Significance for Humane.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Heaven With Us
It's like the realm of solitude
with silence of the night
is to captivate us
In silhouette is the mood of sleep
into enthralling dreams
Plus within the fresh air and cold
and the night so bold
such a night to slumber
We put it aside and we want to
escape from the realm of solitude
The thousand fireflies leaped across
and ignited our desire with their fire,
with their daring play to our rendezvous
With parallel vibration of love blended
our body, soul and heart into one jubilation
And we see the stars beyond the clouds
a priceless treasure of heaven
poem by Ency Bearis
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