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Praise in Play

Though here we play as much as praise
on meaning's true intent, -
her friend to spend all nights and days
in palace or in tent.

Against all bets he lately met
a siren sweet as wise
beyond her years as any yet,
an angel in disguise.

Each cheek with morn's first flush competes, -
wild rose runs second best, -
her charm sweet modesty completes
unequalled all the rest.

Intelligence is not a word
to bandy much about,
however here 'twould be absurd
for both inside and out

her gentle air with inner light
outshines the brightest star, -
by day and night to guide fond knight,
for her all travel far.

The walls that others see dissolve
as phase - though passing long -
leave space, let latent hopes evolve
and shed protections strong.

Her talents leave the Muses meek,
broad mind's lined treasure chest -
here art, there music, magnifique -
and multilingual blest.

As vintage wine her poetry,
our lady of the dance
excels as all men must agree
in England, U.S., France.

She means much more poetry
more of a gift than chance,
more than an opportunity -
incentive to advance.

Words insufficient are to speak
her praise, we have confessed,
though Jason golden fleece would seek
with her content I'd rest.

Though many glimmer, soon from sight
they slip forgotten, far,
she's no ephemeral delight
spans alpha – omega!

Wings more of butterfly than bird
she gravity may flout
of all she shines unique, preferred,
without the slightest doubt.

So all in one remains for me
more of a gift than chance,
more than an opportunity -
incentive to advance.

Words insufficient are to speak
her praise, I have confessed,
though Jason once the fleece did seek
with her I'd happy rest.

In plenty, in adversity,
one dream, one theme repeat,
at home in country, city, we
together rest replete

So merit writ wit won't forget,
and lovers all advise
to this adhere, come shine, come wet,
ambitions realize.

Though here we praise as much as play,
invention's never spent,
it springs in unpolluted spray
from someone heaven sent.

poem by Jonathan Robin
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That Word - from a poem by Kabir

What is there to say
about that word?

Nothing. It is itself enough.

Everything. For everything springs from it;
whatever you speak, is praise of it.

Seek it. But where to seek it?

On a clear night, go outside;
see the stars of the Milky Way shimmering there.

Somewhere inside yourself, you will be near
that word.

When you have found that place
near it, guard it:

love its mystery – always beyond;
love its reality – all that springs from it;

writers write from it;
musicians sing it, play from it;
dancers dance from it;

renunciates owning nothing in their snowy caves
are full of it;

even the greedy seek it everywhere;
even disbelievers have to say it, to deny it;

we live in it, move in it, owe our being to it;
yet it means nothing to you until you seek it;

for inside that word,
everything is full of light;

there is enough of that light in one human heart
to light the whole world.

Breathe in that word;
breathe out that word.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Child My Choice

Let folly praise that fancy loves, I praise and love that Child
Whose heart no thought, whose tongue no word, whose hand no deed defiled.

I praise Him most, I love Him best, all praise and love is His;
While Him I love, in Him I live, and cannot live amiss.

Love's sweetest mark, laud's highest theme, man's most desired light,
To love Him life, to leave Him death, to live in Him delight.

He mine by gift, I His by debt, thus each to other due;
First friend He was, best friend He is, all times will try Him true.

Though young, yet wise; though small, yet strong; though man, yet God He is:
As wise, He knows; as strong, He can; as God, He loves to bless.

His knowledge rules, His strength defends, His love doth cherish all;
His birth our joy, His life our light, His death our end of thrall.

Alas! He weeps, He sighs, He pants, yet do His angels sing;
Out of His tears, His sighs and throbs, doth bud a joyful spring.

Almighty Babe, whose tender arms can force all foes to fly,
Correct my faults, protect my life, direct me when I die!

poem by Robert Southwell
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Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world
Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
Gods recreation of the new day

song performed by by Cat Stevens
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Psalm CL.

Praise ye the Lord, your Songs address
To praise His Holynes:
O praise Him in His pow'rs extent,
Who rules the firmament.
Praise Him for all His acts of might,
Our wonder which invite:
In praises due His greatness tell,
Which all things doth excell.
Praise Him with Trumpets lofty sound,
With Cornets shake the ground:
His praise the Psaltery inspire,
With the melodious Lyre.
Praise him with Timbrells, and advance
His honour in the Dance.
Praise Him with Organs, Violls, Flutes,
And the well-stringed Lutes.
With Cymbals loud Him magnify,
Praise Him on Cymbals high:
Let every creature, that hath breath,
His Maker praise till death.

poem by Henry King
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If I Had The Gift To Inspire You With Heroic Words

If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would tell you that I do not fear death
And that against Time and its ruins
I will stand strong to the end-
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would tell you that at the hardest times the darkest times
One’s inner light must light the way again-
I would tell you that beyond every inhumane cruel challenge
Can come your most saving action-
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would say that we need not ever be afraid of anyone or anything again-

But I do not have the gift and I do not have such courage-
I have only the examples of others more heroic than me
That seem to come from another universe
And have powers I never knew humans could have-

If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would say ‘Go to Others More Courageous than me
They will lead you to great victories
And with them you can sing to the end of your days
Praise and praise again for what you are'-

poem by Shalom Freedman
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P r a i s e

Whatever that you think you lack – give that! ’ –
this saying, heard, lodged in my mind a space;
like seed that hides in earth – yet not inert:
its hidden clock an instrument of grace;

the mind, the soil, that meanwhile, does not know:
it neither knows what lies in its embrace,
nor its own precious nutrients which grow
this seed; nor sees the Sower, nor His grace –

until one day, when in some Spring of light,
I realised: I, meanly, denied – praise:
the praise of human beings in my sight;
and thus, the praise of that One source of praise..

so sought occasion, each and All to praise;
now Praise, with golden hand, seeds all my days.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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0186 Praise

'Whatever that you think you lack - give that! ' -
this saying, heard, lodged in my mind a space;
like seed that seems inert - yet, not inert;
its hidden clock an instrument of grace;

the mind, that soil which meanwhile does not know:
it neither knows what lies in its embrace,
nor its own precious nutrients which grow
that seed; nor knows the Sower; nor His grace -

until the day that in some Spring of light,
I realised: I, meanly, denied - praise:
the praise of human beings in my sight;
and thus, the praise of that one source of praise.

so sought occasion, each and All to praise;
now Praise, with golden hand, seeds all my days.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Beautiful Home

I was at home
When you came to welcome
I was just your lovely friend
And you wanted it to end

To come near as much as possible
End the quest and put seal on final struggle
You embraced and proposed for divine bond
I consented to it as I was very much fond

Till that day onward
You are living piece with all the words
I speak with you under the influence of intoxication
Well deserved words of thanks and with appreciation

Life would have been incomplete
Had you been not there with me to compete?
Life had posed many ups and down
We hade jointly accepted it and owned

I look back with happy smile
When you are with me even for while
I hold your hand and speak nothing
My eyes do the rest and speak something

I don't know what the world will be like
But with your company there was nothing to strike
You had filled my life with all the happiness
Any would blindly pass the words on face

What would have been my fate without you?
If I had to pass with troubled time through
You were an embodiment of strong rock
All the waves retreated after being struck

I have waited long for this memorable event
When you would be sitting next to comment
I must pass few words in your praise
'Oh, my lady you have made me enough to run after and chase

What a lovely lady and beautiful you were!
I was waiting for you in window to stare
Now I sit in lovely compound
You are seen with flowers and happily to be found

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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At Beautiful Home