The Garden
I saw the spot where our first parents dwelt;
And yet it wore to me no face of change,
For while amid its fields and groves I felt
As if I had not sinned, nor thought it strange;
My eye seemed but a part of every sight,
My ear heard music in each sound that rose,
Each sense forever found a new delight,
Such as the spirit's vision only knows;
Each act some new and ever-varying joy
Did by my Father's love for me prepare;
To dress the spot my ever fresh employ,
And in the glorious whole with Him to share;
No more without the flaming gate to stray,
No more for sin's dark stain the debt of death to pay.
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The Death Of Richard Wagner
Mourning on earth, as when dark hours descend,
Wide-winged with plagues, from heaven; when hope and mirth
Wane, and no lips rebuke or reprehend
Mourning on earth.
The soul wherein her songs of death and birth,
Darkness and light, were wont to sound and blend,
Now silent, leaves the whole world less in worth.
Winds that make moan and triumph, skies that bend,
Thunders, and sound of tides in gulf and firth,
Spake through his spirit of speech, whose death should send
Mourning on earth.
The world's great heart, whence all things strange and rare
Take form and sound, that each inseparate part
May bear its burden in all tuned thoughts that share
The world's great heart -
The fountain forces, whence like steeds that start
Leap forth the powers of earth and fire and air,
Seas that revolve and rivers that depart -
Spake, and were turned to song: yea, all they were,
With all their works, found in his mastering art
Speech as of powers whose uttered word laid bare
The world's great heart.
From the depths of the sea, from the wellsprings of earth, from the wastes of the midmost night,
From the fountains of darkness and tempest and thunder, from heights where the soul would be,
The spell of the mage of music evoked their sense, as an unknown light
From the depths of the sea.
As a vision of heaven from the hollows of ocean, that none but a god might see,
Rose out of the silence of things unknown of a presence, a form, a might,
And we heard as a prophet that hears God's message against him, and may not flee.
Eye might not endure it, but ear and heart with a rapture of dark delight,
With a terror and wonder whose core was joy, and a passion of thought set free,
Felt inly the rising of doom divine as a sundawn risen to sight
From the depths of the sea.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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The Wind And The Sea
I STOOD by the shore at the death of day,
As the sun sank flaming red;
And the face of the waters that spread away
Was as gray as the face of the dead.
And I heard the cry of the wanton sea
And the moan of the wailing wind;
For love's sweet pain in his heart had he,
But the gray old sea had sinned.
The wind was young and the sea was old,
But their cries went up together;
The wind was warm and the sea was cold,
For age makes wintry weather.
So they cried aloud and they wept amain,
Till the sky grew dark to hear it;
And out of its folds crept the misty rain,
In its shroud, like a troubled spirit.
For the wind was wild with a hopeless love,
And the sea was sad at heart
At many a crime that he wot of,
Wherein he had played his part.
He thought of the gallant ships gone down
By the will of his wicked waves;
And he thought how the churchyard in the town
Held the sea-made widows' graves.
The wild wind thought of the love he had left
Afar in an Eastern land,
And he longed, as long the much bereft,
For the touch of her perfumed hand.
In his winding wail and his deep-heaved sigh
His aching grief found vent;
While the sea looked up at the bending sky
And murmured: 'I repent.'
But e'en as he spoke, a ship came by,
That bravely ploughed the main,
And a light came into the sea's green eye,
And his heart grew hard again.
Then he spoke to the wind: 'Friend, seest thou not
Yon vessel is eastward bound?
Pray speed with it to the happy spot
Where thy loved one may be found.'
And the wind rose up in a dear delight,
And after the good ship sped;
But the crafty sea by his wicked might
Kept the vessel ever ahead.
Till the wind grew fierce in his despair,
And white on the brow and lip.
He tore his garments and tore his hair,
And fell on the flying ship.
And the ship went down, for a rock was there,
And the sailless sea loomed black;
While burdened again with dole and care,
The wind came moaning back.
And still he moans from his bosom hot
Where his raging grief lies pent,
And ever when the ships come not,
The sea says: 'I repent,'
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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The Slave
I saw him forging link by link his chain,
Yet while he felt its length he thought him free,
And sighed for those borne o'er the barren main
To bondage that to his would freedom be;
Yet on he walked with eyes far-gazing still
On wrongs that from his own dark bosom flowed,
And while he thought to do his master's will
He but the more his disobedience showed;
I heard a wild rose by the stony wall,
Whose fragrance reached me in the passing gale,
A lesson give—it gave alike to all—
And I repeat the moral of its tale,
'That from the spot where deep its dark roots grew
Bloomed forth the fragrant rose that all delight to view.'
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Since I Have Felt The Sense Of Death
Since I have felt the sense of death,
Since I have borne its dread, its fear—
Oh, how my life has grown more dear
Since I have felt the sense of death!
Sorrows are good, and cares are small,
Since I have known the loss of all.
Since I have felt the sense of death,
And death forever at my side—
Oh, how the world has opened wide
Since I have felt the sense of death!
My hours are jewels that I spend,
For I have seen the hours end.
Since I have felt the sense of death,
Since I have looked on that black night—
My inmost brain is fierce with light
Since I have felt the sense of death.
O dark, that made my eyes to see!
O death, that gave my life to me!
poem by Helen Hoyt
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Until We Parted
Never saw the fields of tulips
never heard a skylark sing
never saw a sea so tranquil
until I wore your wedding ring.
Never saw a band of angels
never heard a nightingale
never heard a string concerto
until I wore a wedding veil.
Never felt so lost and lonely
never felt so down at heart
never felt the pangs of jealousy
until the day we had to part.
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Oh Face Of Yesterday
A vision of loveliness
skipping through fields
of clover.
Running to meet with
me,
presenting a beautiful
bouquet.
A lovley flower of spring,
more precious than a rose.
Ever renewing my heart felt
emotions,
touching me like no other.
Enflaming my spirit,
a tender touch of beauty.
Always proclaiming our
love.
Oh.! face of yesterday
forever appearing before my
eyes,
The love of my life
remaining there forever.
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Not until he stood at the altar did he achieve a sense of being hale and furnished. It was strange, he thought, that a man would find his surest current in the spot where he felt least worthy.
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Young Couples First Kiss
a young couple walking the darkness at night
wanting to experience their first kiss of delight.
he had a knot in his stomach which he could
not explain, and she like him felt the same.
anticipation growing to an extreme height
not letting one another, out of their sight.
they grasped each others hand and continued the walk
she became hesitant, and started to balk.
he squeezed her hand a little tight
and told her it was alright.
they found a secluded spot where no one could see
then they held each other and kissed passionatly.
a kiss so passionate, that it could
not be explained, and their lives
would never be the same.
they pulled apart and looked into each others eyes
a feeling so strong that it could not be denied.
they learned about the first kiss, and thought
about other things, that they must have missed.
so they decided to go a little further
and experiment a little more
and found themselves on the floor.
the passion started to rise faster than
a flaming fire, filling them with desire.
they knew in their hearts that it could not be
they would hurt themselves, and their families.
so they stopped at a point of no return
and just let their fires burn.
they had finally experienced their first kiss
and knew that it was something that they
would forever miss.
they walked away hand in hand
and a smile on their face
and their hearts, beating in a rapid pace.
the rememberance of that fist kiss
will always stay, it is a memory
that will never go away.
poem by Louis Rams
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Sizzla
Most wanted!
To the chill spot,
Change,
Mr. Postman,
Sizzla! !
Take me home,
Of the police,
Of the people,
Like the highlander;
Process,
The chill spot!
Coach,
Hill spot!
Hill top,
Take me home,
With the magic touch of love;
But not the killing spot.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Father's Sins
I won’t bear your burden
And I’ll never share your fate
Prepare yourself to rot inside
The tomb that you create
Your web of lies will strangle you
But cannot shroud your crime
You’ve escaped judgement until now
But soon you’ll serve your time
Oh, father you have sinned
Confess and purge your soul
The torture wheel that you have built has spun out of control
Oh, father you have sinned
Escape your purgatory
I’ll never let the father’s sins cast shadows over me.
poem by Justin Robert Cooper
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Real Change
People change this I know is true and now I see a change in you.
You're much different than at the start for the change is your heart.
You're not the same as before you entered through Christ the Door.
You're anxious heart that did cease has been replaced with His peace.
Not a trace of being coy as God has filled you with overwhelming joy.
Just one look upon your face and you can see God's Awesome Grace.
No longer content to be self-willed as you have become Spirit filled.
Belief that is not just a mere token for your heart is truly broken.
And it is not broken because of sadness but from The Lord's gladness.
For God's Word says if you can hear it He desires a contrite spirit.
And just so that you can see He works through people like you and me.
It is the beginning of one more story adding to God's Eternal Glory.
No longer filled with selfish pride now God's love you can not hide.
Now through God's Glorious Salvation you have become a new creation.
God's Spirit sent from up above has filled you with a new found love.
On the cross He paid the price for you to share the Love of Christ.
Your heart is filled with desire to help men avoid the Eternal fire.
By pointing them to the cross so they will not suffer Eternal loss.
The reason for this new behavior is the debt we owe to The Savior.
Just like Paul it's our obligation to share with all God's Salvation.
Book Of Parables - In The Koran With Strange Delight
In the Koran with strange delight
A peacock's feather met my sight:
Thou'rt welcome in this holy place,
The highest prize on earth's wide face!
As in the stars of heaven, in thee,
God's greatness in the small we see;
For he whose gaze whole worlds bath bless'd
His eye hath even here impress'd,
And the light down in beauty dress'd,
So that e'en monarchs cannot hope
In splendour with the bird to cope.
Meekly enjoy thy happy lot,
And so deserve that holy spot!
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Strange
Strange indeed as it may sound, Eternal God walked this ground.
Jesus had come down to the earth, through the Virgin Mary’s birth.
Strange enough, as this may be, He came to die for you and me.
He had a body prepared for Him, a body that was free of any sin.
Strange, The Lion of Judah’s Clan, came to be for all men, a lamb,
The Lamb of God from up above, sent to all by The Father’s Love.
He came to pay an awesome price, to be for The Father a sacrifice.
Christ did just what He said, when crucified and rose from the dead.
Strange the ones He came to save, thought that He was depraved.
And the people He came to set free, had The Lord nailed on a tree.
And Christ was mocked and despised, by those thought to be wise.
Strange that they couldn’t discern, scriptures that they had learned.
Strange, He came to give His life, and only received religious strife.
From religious people of the land, who with Truth didn’t understand.
Without knowledge they had zeal, that blinded men to who was real.
After His death Christ rose again, but didn’t change the heart of men.
Strange even after all the years; some men still have religious fears,
When He came to set men free, from that snare of man’s religiosity,
As we continue receiving reproof, from men opposed to God’s Truth.
Strange will soon turn into reality, when they see the Lord of Eternity.
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Deja Vu
I've been here before. I know I have
but I can't remember when.
I can feel that strange sensation
that comes to me and then
as quiet as it came it went away,
leaving an empty spot.
It was a flash, A fleeting glimpse
of someplace that I forgot.
I've seen this before. I know not where?
My eyes remember the sight.
I can see the scene before me
that brings to me a light,
a flicker that leaves me all too soon,
not knowing from where it came.
Surely, I'm not imagining these things
and I know that I am sane.
I've heard this before. The sound repeats
and echoes in my brain.
I can hear the voice that made the sound
but it doesn't ever remain.
I try my best to bring it back
from wherever it did go.
But, alas it now escapes me
and so I do not know
the source of all these happenings.
They must be a part of me,
lives I must have lived before
are the glimpses that I see.
Deja vu...Deja vu
come again to me.
Intrigue me with your strange allure.
Make my soul be free.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Exact Spot
The exact spot was the spot on which they said they found her
Til the spot in your eye confounded the reason why
They never found her
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Father
Father I come to you with open arms, wanting to feel your spirit.
Place my feet on Holy ground, open my ears to hear your glorious sound. Open my eyes so I will see, take wasted fear away from me.
Father give me the hope I need to survive, allow me many years to stay alive. Father you are the one I truly love, please send me your blessings from above.
Father walk with me, see me through, I’ll always keep my trust in you. Forgive me Father you know I’ve sinned, a little tap perhaps
upon my chin.
Father I’ve listened to those with false charm, placing myself in the way of harm. Thank you for being in the midst, with open
arms and a Heavenly kiss.
Father when the night is lonely and the tears come through, I desperately need to think of you. Please take away all the strife, allow me to enjoy my life.
Father when I’m weak and meet many a stumbling block and can’t make sense of here nor there, then take me Father, far away, so I may start a brand new day.
Father I ask this prayer in the name of your son “Jesus Christ” our living Savior, sweet, sweet Jesus.
Written: Oct.6,2007
poem by Melvina Germain
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Few Minutes in the Dark
A few minutes in the dark.
What kind of dark?
No light shining?
Depression?
A reality check?
A few minutes in the dark can change you.
Change you how?
Change your outlook of life?
Change your personality?
Cause you to sin?
A few minutes in the dark is dangerous.
How is it dangerous?
Swallow you up in fear.
Never feel happiness.
No more friends.
No more family.
No more love.
No more life.
No more light.
A few minutes in the dark is scary.
You see the evil in the world with no light.
You lose your light for a few minutes and soul dies.
You lose a person, a loved one, every single second.
You lose sight of them and they're gone forever.
A few minutes in the dark and you cant see anything.
No more things that coused you joy or filled with love.
A few minutes in the dark.
It takes only 30 seconds for a child to be kidnapped.
Then after that, they fall to the darkness.
Soul burned out, and love gone.
Another life fallen to the darkness.
A few minutes in the dark.
When you left the light, there is no turning back.
A few minutes in the dark, and you lose sight.
Lose sight of the light.
See what happens in the dark?
A few minutes in the dark.
Causes death.
A breakup between lovers and one points a gun to their head.
A few minutes in the dark and you die.
The light will be sealed from you along memories.
Memories of light and love.
The two things the dark can never have.
Light and love.
A few minutes in the dark.
And you cant remember your friends.
Did you even have friends?
A few minutes in the dark can change your way of thinking.
Reminding you of death at every corner.
You wander forever not ever finding the light.
A few minutes in the dark will change you forever.
Happiness always has its sadness.
Sadness always has its happiness.
Where there is life, there is death waiting around the corner.
Where there is death, there is life some where waiting.
Death is darkness.
You cant find your light if you cant handle a few minutes in the dark.
And maybe people are still stuck in the dark and we dont notice.
Reach your hand out and show them the light.
Everyone around us may look happy but they dont see the light.
A few minutes in the dark is a very sad place to be in.
Your blinded and confused.
you dont feel love and people all around us will always be in the dark,
waiting for a friend to pull them out.
There will be better days
poem by Natalie Vail
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Some Busy Hands…
I.
SOME busy hands have brought to light,
And laid beneath my eye,
The dress I wore that afternoon
You came to say good-by.
About it still there seems to cling
Some fragrance unexpressed,
The ghostly odor of the rose
I wore upon my breast;
And, subtler than all flower-scent,
The sacred garment holds
The memory of that parting day
Close hidden in its folds.
The rose is dead, and you are gone,
But to the dress I wore
The rose's smell, the thought of you,
Are wed forevermore.
II.
That day you came to say good-by
(A month ago! It seems a year!)
How calm I was! I met your eye,
And in my own you saw no tear.
You heard me laugh and talk and jest,
And lightly grieve that you should go;
You saw the rose upon my breast,
But not the breaking heart below.
And when you came and took my hand,
It scarcely fluttered in your hold.
Alas, you did not understand!
For you were blind, and I was cold.
And now you cannot see my tears,
And now you cannot hear my cry.
A month ago? Nay, years and years
Have aged my heart since that good-by.
poem by Edith Wharton
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The Parting Day
I.
SOME busy hands have brought to light,
And laid beneath my eye,
The dress I wore that afternoon
You came to say good-by.
About it still there seems to cling
Some fragrance unexpressed,
The ghostly odor of the rose
I wore upon my breast;
And, subtler than all flower-scent,
The sacred garment holds
The memory of that parting day
Close hidden in its folds.
The rose is dead, and you are gone,
But to the dress I wore
The rose's smell, the thought of you,
Are wed forevermore.
II.
That day you came to say good-by
(A month ago! It seems a year!)
How calm I was! I met your eye,
And in my own you saw no tear.
You heard me laugh and talk and jest,
And lightly grieve that you should go;
You saw the rose upon my breast,
But not the breaking heart below.
And when you came and took my hand,
It scarcely fluttered in your hold.
Alas, you did not understand!
For you were blind, and I was cold.
And now you cannot see my tears,
And now you cannot hear my cry.
A month ago? Nay, years and years
Have aged my heart since that good-by.
poem by Edith Wharton
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Beauty
I gazed upon thy face--and beating life,
Once stilled its sleepless pulses in my breast
And every thought whose being was a strife
Each in its silent chamber sank to rest;
I was not, save it were a thought of thee,
The world was but a spot where thou hadst trod,
From every star thy glance seemed fix on me,
Almost I loved thee better than my God.
And still I gaze--but ‘tis a holier thought
Than that in which my spirit lived before,
Each star a purer ray of love has caught,
Earth wears a lovelier robe than then it wore,
And every lamp that burns around thy shrine
I fed with fire whose fountain is Divine.
poem by Jones Very
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