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Break down all brackets, let your spirit soar,
Refuse restrictions, even golden cage,
As fame has second thoughts as timely age
Celebrity converts to dusty store.
Karma of light and laughter seek, no more,
Enlightenment before the day Life's page
Turns to find one absent from its stage.
Swiftly guage what truth is, what is fiction, at Life's core
(30 August 1989)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Break down stored brackets, restore spirit's soar,
Refuse restrictions, even golden cage,
As fame has second thoughts, untimely age
Celebrity converts to dust. Therefore,
Karma of light and laughter seek, sure core,
Enlightenment before Life's final page
Turns to find one absent from its stage.
Steer truthwards, fancy, fiction, shed, sure shore.
Behind lies Lethe, Lethe lies before,
Recorded time provides no living wage
Afterwards for archivists who'd gauge
Concerns or motives held in times of yore,
Knowledge sift to lift life's lid and pour
Excited over causal links, engage
Tenaciously in quibbling why, wherefore.
Sing Carpe Diem while one holds life's floor.
(31 December 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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30th Page
My Life, my story,
Like a play on stage
A book with a tale
Year for me, for you just a page.
The first few ones
Day's innocent, beautiful age
But time gets hard,
was destined to rage
In teens imagined
Bird trapped in a cage
Who dreams freedom
Feathers all white with a little beige.
Twenties spent, in tests n struggle
Came of age, could measure n gauge
limits and restrictions, its all in ones head
its Liberation Day on my 30th page.
poem by Samima Shah
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Evergreen Scene 1894
New leaf turns ova over to time's page
Empowering another causal dance
Which rich may prove if clemence move luck, chance,
Love lending life free from restrictive cage.
Enchanted wand fond future grants, life's stage
Acts out authentic play, each circumstance
Faced with fairness, wishing-well advance
That tolerates neither envy, sin, nor rage.
Uncertainty dissolved by mindset sage
Reads good intentions, punctures arrogance,
Never coarse, insensitive, each glance
Shows kindness ever eager to engage
Open options, opportunities.
Voyage evergreen gifts golden keys.
(12 August 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Gift
His spirit is His special gift,
He gives to you and me.
When you receive and embrace it,
All His other gifts you'll see.
But you have to seek to find it,
You won't receive if you don't ask.
Then you will then see through spiritual eyes,
Not through your man made mask.
There are people in this world,
You may like or you may not.
Each have their gifts to offer
But God's gifts just can't be bought.
So often we seek man made gifts,
That benefit ourselves.
But once we get what we want,
We store it on our shelves.
And as they sit and gather dust,
We look for our next fix.
We take our eyes off the real prize,
It's one of Satan's greatest tricks.
So when your old, and your life is done,
Do you think that you will say?
I'm happy I made a life of wealth,
And pushed those I loved away.
So listen to this simple truth,
And see what life's about.
It will take a great leap of faith,
But you'll love how it turns out.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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The Truth, The Life, The Way
Since Adam first was given birth
We’ve been at constant war
Disgraced and cursed to work the earth
When God closed tight His door
Perchance, we’ve sought the way to go
Yet few would seek to pray
Though God alone can really show
The Truth, The Life, The Way
The Truth, to know we cheat and lie
The Truth, to know we kill
The Truth, to know until we die
We seek our selfish will
The Will, that leads from Jesus’ Light
The Will, that’s Satan’s knife
The Will, that robs of perfect sight
We need to find true Life
The Life, we need when dead in sin
The Life, when led astray
The Life, we seek to dwell within
To guide us all The Way
The Way that leads to Truth again
The Way, to Life once more
The Way, that cleanses every stain
To find Salvation’s Door
The Door, in Truth is God’s own Seed
That grows through faith, in Light
Whose fruit we bear, others to feed
Who’ll need to win the fight
The fight for Life, in Truth is won
Who’ll fight where death, is gain!
For they who die for God’s True Son
Will live, with Him to reign…
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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Life roads
We all have different life roads,
we all think which one to choose,
some choose their road and crawl it,
they have no wish to fly.thinking it's a wit.
It's hard for them to learn the truth of life,
such people go with the tide
and fear like a hare living in a form with fright;
their feelings and soul are hidden,
they are always afraid to be bitten;
they take life as a boring groove,
it's so difficult for them to move.
Some people think that happiness -
living in a golden cage.
They speak with rage about freedom;
the golden cage is their stage.
In relation to some of those who get freedom:
they fuss, they dash about,
don't know what to do with it
and their life also becomes a rut,
they step on their own foot.
May be Shakespeare's famous words were true
'Life is a stage, and we are all actors'.
We all have entrances and our exits,
we take them as facts and persist.
But I would like to sing a song for those
who were not afraid to fall
but did everything in their power,
strained themselves in the utmost.
They had enough courage and strength
to get up and go on up the hill,
having their greatest will
they can surely pay for their life bill.
The science of life is so complicated
and only by God it can be rated.
But the roads of life are all self created.
Larisa R(Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Players
The summer leaves in autumn fall
covering grass and garden walls.
A passing page on life’s stage
soon forgotten as the next season calls,
a circling unforgiving tide
that carries with it our passing lives.
Players are we upon the stage
of life’s ever turning page.
We live today and pray for tomorrow
that we may again grace the stage
of its next passing page.
And so life goes on
from birth and beyond
as players on the stage of life.
23 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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I Refuse
Everythings heaven sent
Thats what you said and went
Inside your fairy glass
Somethin you think will last
And when they crop you like a clown
You got your smile on upside down
B-baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find omebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everythings on a whim
Thats what you said to him
Lyin in wunderlust
Are feelings you never trust
And when they pamper you with ice
I cant believe you dont think twice
Uh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everyone makes the play
With nothing left much to say
Theyre all in an endless line
Waiting for equal time
They keep screaming its the truth
And you keep kneelin in the booth
Oh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
Oh, I do refuse
(I do refuse)
Oh, you got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Ah, oo-oo
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Oo, oh got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
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song performed by by Cars
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Enlightenment
Christ came not only to enlighten, but to lift high God’s Word of Truth,
And many who He would frighten, responded back with sharp reproof.
But their sharp words could not ever, hinder The Lord’s Eternal Truth,
As The Word of God will last forever, with Christ’s reign as living proof.
Today men may scoff and mock Him, because of Truth they’ve heard,
And this because their heart of sin, which is convicted by God’s Word.
Speaking on what they do not know, and this with anger in their heart,
About The Lord who loves them so, and of whom they’ll have no part,
Many men just don’t understand, The Word of Truth when they hear it,
For all throughout this darkened land, they are men without The Spirit.
For their minds have been blinded by, the leader of all those perishing,
Filling unbelieving hearts with the lie, to despise who we’re cherishing.
It’s God’s Truth that these men refuse, as they continue on in their life,
Continuing with words of abuse, which they cast at followers in Christ.
But, we must continue on as His Light, within this ever darkening land,
Speaking always what is only right, even when men don’t understand.
True enlightenment will lead to life, a New Life with The Lord eternally,
And it’s found alone in Jesus Christ, The One who died for you and me.
Any enlightenment apart from God, will never lead one to Eternal Truth.
But only to Jesus Christ’s Iron Rod, and a much stronger divine reproof.
(Copyright ©07/2006)
Peace In The Light
Like Moths to a flame, trying to see,
The poor in spirit, seek to break free,
To avoid the abyss,
Search with all their might,
Where will they find the Light?
Once seen, always mean,
Must find a way to dull the bright,
How can we destroy the Light?
Those that love draw them nearer,
The door to inner Light is clearer,
To live life to the full, it is dear,
No way to live in fear,
Love and Light lie within us all,
Once seen, always agleam,
Must find a way to stay bright,
How can we spread the Light?
Spirit leads to colours bright,
Dark always enhances the Light,
Contrasts show us the way,
Deep within we can keep darkness at bay!
Once seen, always agleam,
Must find a way to stay bright,
How can we spread the Light,
April 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Out Of Cage
All these years I ran after
Wealth, assets, amusement and laughter
I got no joy with any of them either
It was driving me with fear
I was lonely soul
Caged but looked beautiful
Everyone praised my fame
But I felt in heart a real shame
'Was it not a trap' I felt
Something bad at heart was smelt
I, for a moment, decided to come out
I had lot more in mind to talk about
Yes it was golden cage
To be kept in for all the ages
Surrounded by illusory magic
I now realized its hollowness with basic
Father, mother sister and wife too
Felt real joy and happiness through
I saw it on their faces with shine
I too at once felt very fine
No, this is not my goal
I felt it a real foul
Not suiting to my real soul
I decided to make it final call
One more strong resolve
And all problems may be solved
No anger, hunger or any other wish
Life must end with fine finish
I wished to open the door
Now I was real rich and not poor
I saw the closeness with divine land
Everything seemed to be beautiful and not dead end
I am finally out of cage
Walking away with prints behind on page
I may be cursed, laughed and called coward
I shall have more in store to look forward
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Happiness Is A Heart, That Smiles!
Have a day apart, with a bubbly start
Be one with all you do, and the fun will find its way to you.
Glide on wings, that cheer brings
Embrace all things, and the joy in life will be true.
Seat life's ups and downs on child's swings
And your spirit will soar forevermore.
Let laughter run the miles
For happiness is a heart, that smiles!
poem by Kamini Arichandran
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Force and Behaviour
Legless he stands somehow to guage his accent on life,
To guage a lower position I fear, or I dare
Speak to him on loathsome issues, on felony
Charges and monstrous crimes such as Death.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Telling Stories
There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesnt mean
Youre not just telling stories
There is fiction in the space between
You and me
There is fiction in the space between
You and reality
You will do and say anything
To make your everyday life
Seem less mundane
There is fiction in the space between
You and me
Theres a science fiction in the space between
You and me
A fabrication of a grand scheme
Where I am the scary monster
I eat the city and as I leave the scene
In my spaceship I am laughing
In your remembrance of your bad dream
Theres no one but you standing
Leave the pity and the blame
For the ones who do not speak
You write the words to get respect and compassion
And for posterity
You write the words and make believe
There is truth in the space between
There is fiction in the space between
You and everybody
Give us all what we need
Give us one more sad sordid story
But in the fiction of the space between
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Finding Truth
They say that everyone lies
It is said that everyone will hurt you
They say honesty is the best policy
But what happens when we find the truth?
What if we find something we don't want to?
What if we find our life has been a lie?
What if we find all we ever worked for was for nothing?
What happens when we find the truth?
Is it possible to find truth within a person?
Can one person bring light into your world?
Can that one person make everything right?
Can finding that one person be like finding truth?
If it is possible then i believe i found truth
Truth to my life
Truth to everything i've searched for
Truth for the rest of my life.
The lies are over
My life complete
Truth to who i am
Which is all i ever wanted to know...to know just who i am.
This is dedicated to my g/f Gini, i love her so much.
poem by Ben mcelfresh
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New Chapter
One chapter ends, another starts -
Just like another game of darts.
New thoughts take hold, new people speak,
Past characters play hide-n-seek.
New meals are made, new shows are seen...
Forget about life's in-between...
Fade out the memories, let them go...
Pretend you just don't want to know...
Tune out the times you once esteemed,
Dismiss the dearest dreams you dreamed,
Then break the pen that praised her name
And brought her honour, glory, fame...
Move on to greet some pastures new -
The sky above is just as blue...
Transcend the traumas life inflicts
And soothe the wounds with gentle licks...
Patch up the heart that drips life's blood,
Refuse to wallow in the mud,
Cherish the chapter that's just begun
And close the book on the previous one...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Our Memory Store
We talk about the times
we had there in the past,
and the times that never seemed to last.
They were there for a moment
and then quietly faded away,
and now we remember them
as if they were yesterday.
If only we could bring them back
and the magic, they implored.
Hear the gayety and laughter
around us once more.
Like all good things,
they are gone, locked forever in
our memory store.
Only to be released
on days when life
is down and doubting.
Then we unlock the gilded gates
setting them free once more
from our memory store
so we can dance again
by the light of the moon.
28-29 August 2012
poem by David Harris
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Quiet Ones
It's always the quiet ones
Who are stranger than fiction
They hide under tables like a child
What kind of chemistry is it?
Leaden or golden?
Nobody sees them driving us wild
It's your life
Don't just collide with the waves
Oh look into her eyes
You'll see such silent calling
Nothing seems to matter in this life
Wake up your majesty there are
Thieves in the temple
Picking the sunspots out of the sun
Looking for symmetry in man
Another dead Beatle
Down through the path we see how they run
It's your life
Don't just collide with the ways
Oh look into her eyes
You'll see such silent calling
Nothing seems to matter in this life
Oh so many reasons why
You hear the silence calling
Nothing seems to matter in this life
Oh salvation shine a light on a different world
And carry out thoughts on golden rays
song performed by by Tears For Fears
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Relying On The Holy Spirit
The Holy Spirit is enough for me, as I’ve been sealed for eternity,
Sealed, by The Spirit of Christ, with His guarantee of Eternal Life;
The Spirit, the only teacher I need, as Truth, He helps me to heed,
Guiding me through all my days, for Christ’s Glory and His Praise.
For The Spirit opened my eyes, to discern Truth from Satan’s lies,
Teaching me the Ways of God, while led by Christ’s staff and rod,
Growing in His Truth and Love, assisted by His Spirit, from above,
Teaching me God’s Truth day to day, as I travel life’s Narrow Way.
It’s the work of God’s Holy Spirit, to shed light on Truth as I hear it,
Revealing Truths, that I never heard, from God’s Holy, Living Word.
From The Truth, revealed to men, by God’s Spirit, I am Born Again,
Believing in Christ and Him alone, I became one of God’s very own.
As God’s Spirit led me to believe, The Truth of God I would receive,
Believing the Saving Truth of Christ, I received in the Spirit New Life,
And at that very time and place, my life was changed, by His Grace,
Never again would it be the same; all by the power of Christ’s Name.
It is in Christ, that I now abide, through The Spirit, Who dwells inside,
And in God’s Spirit, I fully rely, in the same power from God on high,
Sent to comfort Children of God, while they journey this earthly sod,
Who will also, soon snatch us away, to Heaven on that Glorious day.
(Copyright ©06/2010)
Born To Fly
Birds in a cage
that yearn to fly,
do you think
of a bright blue sky?
Are you content
to sit on a perch,
never outside
to seek and search?
God gave you wings
with which to soar
so you could sail
the breeze and explore
all of God's beauty
in this world,
flying free
with wings unfurled.
If I were a bird
I'd find a way
to escape my cage
and fly away.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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