Returning From A Journey
Within this Majesticness,
Reflecting.
A presence of being...
To breathe a self examining acknowledgement,
With an insight of a seeing done...
That invites a witnessing,
Given as an existence...
By The Almighty One.
Is as It is given.
And...
As a star energized to shine as bright,
I wish to glow representing...
Both day and night,
All that there is sighted in my life.
Until the mystery lived,
Gifted as given...
As It lives transcends.
Returning from a journey,
Back to the Majesticness...
Where eternity lives,
As is and shall always be...
The One!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Continuous Is The Flowing
So vast is a Universe.
Where flights of fancy are condoned.
And taken undisturbed...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Free of words spoken,
To utter descriptions of what is seen...
That may come to hinder one's voyage,
With a seeking of definitions...
One will never find on lips to depict the unknown.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
Manifesting a peaceful and pleasing birth of a journey.
Continuous is the flowing that grows.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
And manifesting without a need for validation,
Is this creativity which is never at rest.
Nor is there a time capable enough...
To give to it to satisfy its completion.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
Manifesting a peaceful and pleasing birth of a journey.
Continuous is the flowing that grows.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
And manifesting without a need for validation,
Is this creativity which is never at rest.
Nor is there a time capable enough...
To give to it to satisfy its completion.
So vast is a Universe.
Where flights of fancy are condoned.
And taken undisturbed...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just As Bright As I Wish
What is this I hold?
That emboldens me,
Inside with the brightest...
Light of life!
What is this majesticness?
That glistens day and night,
With such a mysteriousness...
I have come to like.
What is this that sits to season,
From year to year...
With a blooming that glows,
In Earth's atmosphere...
I have come to know.
Can it be...
What I am given and blessed to behold,
With a telling that grows within my soul?
And shines.
Just as bright as I wish to see it!
This...
Life of mine,
As it exists...
Fits.
Just as bright as I wish to see it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fragrance of the Star
life is full of fragrances, for each one is not meant to smell
to our own, this is the mystery of creation, one has to give
than to receive, the wisdom of existence lives behind in
each day, as we wrapped the gift that is given to us
it is the perfumes that we emit, that leads other to excel, to
do, of who they are in other lives, as people transcends
behind their limits they too experience tremendous changes
of whom they are in their lives
as life in it self gradually evolved, the trueness of in you
reveals that without other lives our existence is nothing to
live, like angels in the galaxy singing your song with the
joy of alleluia, perfect as to say that the celebration in the
universe is completed with the singing of Handel of praise
it is then a guarantee, that what life man possess is man's
best gift to others, it’s the smell that gives the meaning of
what is a purpose of your driven life, a sharing of breath
that makes a man perfect in the eyes of the beholder and
the holder of our beauty
comes to the enthronement of your fragrance and possess
the perfume of what will be the next tomorrow to come,
always be there, waiting others to smell your sweet breath
for the angel of heaven may sing your song of joy
poem by Antonio Liao
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Shine! Shine my star! (Russian romance)
Shine and shine my loving star!
My shining star, my greeting star.
You are the one and cherished only one,
I'll never have another one.
And when the bright night comes down to the ground
So many stars are in the sky
But you're the one, my star, my beauty star,
You shine in gratifying rays.
The star of hope, the star of paradise,
The star of love and magic days.
You'll always be unsetting star of mine,
My soul will long for you and chase.
And all my life lights up with strength of yours,
Your rays are bright and give me light.
And if I die you shine above the grave
Just shine and shine my loving star!
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Star Bright
Star bright, first star I see tonight
Could you oh would you please shine your light
Shine it so I can see, my savior smilin at me
Star bright, I hear you once proclaimed
This is the way, keep on followin me
And at the end of the road will be, a baby
And there, in him youll find, a love that is truly blind
Given so from your heart that love that light, could shine
Shine, shine, shine, shine
Star bright, first star they saw that night
I am aware that this love is for me
And the greatest of gifts is free
Yet my heart of hearts is heavy
Star bright, if I give you my hand
Could you oh would you please see me through
I would love to take my heart blue, and give it to you
And there, in my heart youll find, a love that is truly blind
Given to me, so that I could let my, light shine
Shine, shine, shine, shine,
Star bright
Star bright, star bright, star bright
Star bright, star bright
Shine your light
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Wonder Star
(A note on the Christmas Star that had guided the Vikings to Jesus.)
Oh my dear! You wonder star
So bright you shine all day and night
To guide us to the Lord’s birth home
Born were you dear mighty star.
Old quite, but young enough
You shine so fine till time today
Bethlehem your home it lives in joy
For home it is for the Lord’s birth
Time to time you shine with us
At Christmas time on roofs atop
Colors galore you shine all night
To remind us all of His glorious birth.
Your name it is “the wonder star”
You’ve shown the way to the mighty king
You still shine bright in heavens above
In our hearts you shine all Christmas time.
poem by Dr Anish Mathew John
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Destiny Of Our Lives
When the life blossoms
Destiny engraved in our lives
When virtue and vice sway to and fro
Energized and driven by supernatural forces
When we are grown up
Our lives started to face challenges
When we encounter distress
Our lives impregnated with tears and worries
That is the destiny of our lives.......
Sometimes our lives tinged and
Embroilled with joys and sorrows
Destiny inflicting poison and evil into our lives
Destiny can make or mar our lives
Destiny inspires our lives to prosperity
It can perish our prospects
Fortune and fate tossing each other
End of lives salunated with blessings
Dulakshi Wakista Copyright 2009
poem by Dulakshi Wakista
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Shine as Bright as that Star
Shine as Bright as that Star
With eyes that shine as bright as that star.
Seamlessly you can be found,
Not the glow, not the light, but the sparkle.
Which causes you to sense that you are on top,
Looking down on that endless beauty.
Entering the room they illuminate.
Can you feel it?
Can you see it?
Can you control it?
But ask me why?
Why do I feel this emotion?
Those stars disappear
Where will you be when morning breaks?
With me?
Peering into eyes that shine as bright as that star?
With a smile that shines as bright as that star.
In passing I caught a glimpse,
Something like that of a shooting flame.
Found, but then lost.
Looking for something that can not again be seen.
Is it special?
Was that the one?
How do you know?
Those stars disappear.
Where will you be that night when it’s lost?
With me?
Sharing that smile that shines as bright as that star?
The thoughts which cause attraction.
Feeling that you want to reach out and find that perfect star.
That star which shows that extra something special.
As the eye causes the mind to believe, beware,
Believing does not always hold the truth.
I can hear the night,
I can see the dawn,
Invisible at break,
You are there to be held and to be taken care of.
Are you with me?
You, the one who shines as bright as that star.
poem by Roger William Studd
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Like a Star!
Like a star I shine,
I shine among many and still feel special.
Like a star I shine,
I shine and know i have accomplished my mission.
Like a star i shine,
I shine high in the sky,
and realize it is worth my time.
Like a Star I shine,
Shine next to the moon,
and feel the inspiration.
Like a star I shine,
and know that my light counts.
Like a star I shine,
on a cloudy night,
and believe there is tomorrow.
Like a star i shine,
Sometimes alone on a lonely night,
And feel like a star.
Am a star, that i believe,
Coz in all that i do I shine,
And wait for the Night i will shine alone!
poem by Grace Andahwa
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Every-Night Has a Shadow
Everynight I look upon the sky'
I see the magic star of love
The bright star of faith and miracles
I see the magic star of hope
The symbol of holiness and eternity
I look out unto the night I see the star of memories
As I face the sky I trace back to the past
Where the was hardships of peace
I look upon the star of light I see a chance`
'Of having relish and a rare nutural comfort
I look carefully at the star of friendship
The one that has the spirit of life in it
As the sun arises the morning is being restored
Another day to glorify the Son of Man
As I glorify the Prince of peace, streams of water'
That has life comes into my presence
I see the doors of paradise being opened.
poem by Tumelo Makhudu
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Sunrise Gone
Night 's goes from there to here as gentle winds blow north to south flowing west to east the moon bright and full and as bright like a fire but not as warm one star two stars one million stars later flickering away into the night sky existence meaninful to meaningless as a heart bearts heavy and true one second until eternity counting back and forth until first light there goes night hello morning days anew this heart beats slow soft just like a old clock second after second like minutes that turn to hours these seconds that takes away in this beautiful things called life as sacred as your next breath in is reality this existence likes seasons and death birth life flows once more night comes again and darkness covers everything like a blanket one millions stars shimmer back into the picture sparkling away but then night goes fromhere to there back to there and a brand new cycles start all over again......nuff said! !
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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An Uncommon Reality
I never lived in your world.
I never knew what it was like.
I have no real conception, of what normality is?
I never had to take drugs to escape.
I already lived in a world of my own.
I never aimed for or earnestly sort the high life.
I lived an artistic life, of the mind of the soul,
forever separating my life, from the common life.
From the common man and the common clay.
Everything was so sharp and clearly in focus.
Everywhere I saw and heard and knew too much.
I lived upon a heightened vibration rate
an awareness; as incredibly focused intensity.
I lived with such dynamic, personal passion,
I did not know; what it was like; to be passionless.
I knew that some people lived husks of life
but I; did not fully know; what it was to be a husk.
I always had somewhere beneath adversity
which afflicted me; the redemption; of artistic insight.
I guess this explains why husks gather,
so many possessions, to prop up their lives.
Husks are so empty, they often get blown away,
by the soulless wind, generating materialistic values.
I bequeath
a sacred gift
to enhance
enrich such lives.
Come live within
spirit of creativity
one spirit almighty
our divine creator.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Unfulfilled
Many have become saddened,
By the aspects of truth.
And the discomfort it has brought,
Into their seeking lives.
Everything but truth has been sought.
Bringing tears to dropp from many dried eyes.
Crying about their losses and wondering why?
With hollowed prayers demanding from God...
To deliver them from the onslaught of reality,
They choose to deny in its entirety.
Many have become saddened,
By the aspects of truth.
And the discomfort it has brought,
Into their seeking lives.
Unfulfilled and blindly selfish.
Self centered and disrespecting.
And still trying to make attempts to climb,
A greased ladder!
If that was possible to achieve.
But to what heights could they freely breathe?
When it is on the ground,
Where the trees provide that need.
Many have become saddened,
By the aspects of truth.
And the discomfort it has brought,
Into their seeking lives.
Some have been led to believe,
Their lives are exclusively lived.
With disregard for others.
As if their moments here on Earth,
Have annointed them more deserving!
But all that changes...
When The Creator decides,
To take away what He alone awards...
With gratitude to those He knows,
Appreciates His Love.
And bestowing upon them proof,
Of His existence.
And many can not come to do this.
To recognize their eyes,
Would not open...
If this was not the will of God!
Since they have prioritized their lives...
To be lived in indifference.
Excited by the presence of ignorance.
With a helpless attachment to conflict!
Sealed by a victory.
At the expense of remaining,
Unfulfilled!
And killing themselves,
For the thrill of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Water from the Dust
Just as the pang melted the pain of birth, touching the inner
shadow of blooming sweet on the glittering eyes of the mother
has wonder the passion of life, in the honey comb of the womb
as it welcome the night comes another unbelievable daylight,
unwavering pinnacle of a beautiful sunrise hover the cloudy sky
of victory of a little child born in the midst of a tiny clot of dust
in the moisture of hyacinth dew
perfect as the creator, mystery shade the pavement of
existence that life step forward to the destined heaven of the
highest most journey where, once all were citizen has fall and
will return; a returning home of joy and happiness of the
Father bosom arm
weak tells me the same, and the strength that i owe, invites
to come to know the direction, of one has to go and the
memory has gone; yoke of what is today, as the future fade
for everybody has to stay, that each end is just a only a dust in
the wondering water it surpass of stream to play
leave my breathe away, squander all the given moment of
the past, and never tell the soul that the dust comes from heart
leaves no direction forever more.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Many Do Have Their Doubts About This
Yes...
Many do have their doubts about this.
But we are that 'energy' on Earth,
Reflecting image.
An energy that reflects,
From the Sun...
As it is given.
And how this is done,
Adds to the mystery of 'IT'.
What and 'Who' we refer to as being God...
Is more than just an image.
We are 'cells' within a Mind,
So magnificent...
This 'Greatness' has chosen,
To keep our own minds blind.
Yes...
Many do have their doubts about this.
But we are that 'energy' on Earth,
Reflecting image.
An energy that reflects,
From the Sun...
As it is given.
And how this is done,
Adds to the mystery of 'IT'.
Like fruit picked from a tree.
Or from a vine to peel.
Under the skin...
That's where the deliciousness,
Carried within us is revealed.
And the trees support us with air to breathe.
We take for granted,
The ease presented by this complexity.
Yes...
Many do have their doubts about this.
But we are that 'energy' on Earth,
Reflecting image.
An energy that reflects,
From the Sun...
As it is given.
And how this is done,
Adds to the mystery of 'IT'.
And 'something' tells me very soon...
We are going to learn much more,
About our existence!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She is a star
I thought I was dreaming
When I stared at her
Even if I wasn’t
I thought she was at higher level than i
Not of how she wears,
Not of how she moves
Not how she takes
Yet of how she looks, beautiful
I saw a star
No, not at the atmosphere
I mean here on earth
That’s what I told my friends and
Laugh at me to hell
Yet, that was before they saw her
She is a star,
So bright that even a blind man
Can tell she’s bright
So bright to my life,
Future, everything I do,
The love I have to her
So bright to me even at night and
Became confused and forget
Which is a star and which is her
But, she’s much more than any star
For she don’t wait for night
To shine at me
She don’t stand still and
Wait for tomorrow
I entitle her a star
For I can distinguish which is a star,
Which is a lady
If she not both,
Then she remain a star to me
mr.nice
poem by Stephen Raseona
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To Leave A Selected Few Believing
People are trying to understand,
The process of life and death.
With a more comprehension,
To help ease their demands.
And expectations that can be anticipated...
With an acceptance projected to instill interest.
.
But to what are they comparing,
This process of life to?
Since no one can say,
They have the facts that exist.
And can reveal them to prove!
Although destruction of it,
Has been permitted as witnessed.
Life is to be lived as is given unconditionally.
Not to be created unsuccessfully...
Through the use of test tubes.
With a dismissing of this 'majesticness'...
For a foolish marketing of eternal mortality!
To leave a selected few believing,
A 'forever' in a changing Universe is in their reach!
And they have been chosen as 'special' entities.
For a bliss to live in their concept of perfectness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Life Journey
This life journey we are on does have an ending
For all of us a final night and day
It may end for you in the place you were born and raised in
Or from there hundreds if not thousands of miles away
And whether you believe in a God and an afterlife or you are an atheist
To the Reaper of lives this does not matter at all
He does not differentiate between rich and poor and saint and sinner
To his sharp scythe everyone eventually does fall.
Along life's journey you will find joy and laughter
As well as sorrow hardship and despair
As we know everyone is not born as an equal
Though we all are born to breathe in the same air.
Our journey through life for us will end somewhere
It must end for him and her and you and me
And lets hope the journey for you will end happy
Where-ever or whenever that will be.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Assortment of Afflictions Gifted
All that I know within this existence visited...
Is mine as is to declare!
And from me shall not be taken.
I am part of this wealth of treausres.
If there is anyone who does not believe,
I am valued in this divine creation.
Then there is no remedy to secure their happiness.
If their thoughts are not as professed.
We are here to breathe!
Live and experience,
The gift of giving.
In the reception of those blessings sent!
A perception bridging weakness and self centeredness...
Limits those of diseased mentalities.
An observation televised!
And victimizes on panoramic landscapes.
Evidenced by lives lived.
Beset by the taste for torture.
And an assortment of afflictions gifted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ones Who Now Look Back
For most of their lives,
They did exactly what they wanted.
And signs of change,
Were beginning to glow...
With neon messages no one could ignore.
Those choices chosen,
Were made regardless of objections raised...
By those who were told where to go.
And those places told where to go,
Have been taken without looking back.
And the ones who now look back,
Wondering where those who were told to go...
Away to live in their own worlds,
Have done so to live lives...
Without taking theirs for granted.
As those who look back seeking satisfaction,
Have come to realize their own satisfactions...
Had been placed on the wrong track.
With a blaming on others,
As to where their lives lived are at.
'Excuse me,
But can you tell me...
If that boat that sailed many years ago from here,
Is due to make a comeback anytime soon? '
~I'm sorry I couldn't.
I don't live in this neighborhood.
Have you tried asking any ot those people over there,
Standing on the corner watching their lives go by?
I'm sure they haven't been anywhere.
You could spend time with them reminiscing.
And they could probably answer that question for you.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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