The Planted Seed
you cried because i said that i was leaving
you cried because you knew your heart was deceiving.
you took my love for granted
and in my heart, a seed you had planted.
that seed that you planted
made my love truly grow
but there was something that you did'nt know
that i had a free will, the same as you
and i knew just what to do.
i gathered my strength which
i had tucked inside
a strength which i knew to hide.
i broke those chains with which
you had me bound.
and turned my life completely around
the seed that you planted
had strengthened me,
to a point that i could see
that life with you would be misery.
so i leave you with a smile on my face
i walk away with dignity and grace.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Task
all my life i searched for my true love
god chose you.
he knew that it would not take long
for our love to grow strong.
he knew that just like a fish needs water
and a flower needs rain.
you would be here to take away my pain.
he knew that you would melt my heart
and give love a brand new start.
so he gathered the stars from the skies
the brightness of a full moon.
the beauty of a cloudless sky
to love from here until i die.
and to complete his beautiful task
he showed us that a love could last.
by taking bits of your heart and not letting it tear apart.
but spread those bits far and wide
so that it could live until the end of time
he knew once the seed was planted
true love would be granted.
poem by Louis Rams
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GOD The Farmer
(4/14/12)
We live to love - we love to live
There is so much we have to give.
For every seed that GOD has planted
Another life has been granted.
Every seed on this earth
Will create a brand new birth.
He is the farmer - the giver of life
The crops he plants will suffice.
He planted the stars that shine at night
Gave us the sun - hot and bright.
He gave us water to quench our thirst
And gave us this water to cleanse the earth.
He planted seeds of knowledge in our brains
So if we had to - we could make the change.
He planted the seeds in the female wombs
So that life would not end to soon.
These are some of the things this farmer has given
He has made this life worth living.
poem by Louis Rams
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Duggal
I planted the seed in you and,
You failed to water it;
So, how can you hear the cry in me?
I planted the seed in your garden and,
You failed to water it;
So, how can you know the pain in me?
My life through the thickest fog,
And i am now around with the ruling elite;
For my DNA and my RNA are in you.
Bedroom blues,
And of the love that goes around your valley;
For you will see me agin when the right time comes.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Lord's Harvest of Plenty
What a truly awesome thought indeed,
That throughout your day you live among seed.
Not the seeds that one would find in the ground,
These are not seen, but in the heart they are found.
These seeds are planted by the children of God,
As they simply follow the path The Savior has trod.
Your life as a Christian is not merely good deeds,
As your faithful witness could plant one of these seeds.
Or your life may be busy with a seed you don't know,
And your faithful witness is helping that little seed grow.
Planting and watering, as a Christian, is all we afford,
While all of the growth of that seed comes from the Lord.
After a little growth it is no longer a seed,
But a new vibrant Christian prepared for a deed.
The deed that has been prepared, I'm sure that you know,
Is to plant some new seed and to help water and help grow.
Once they have grown, they are cut with God's sickle of love,
And taken by The Lord to their Father's Home up above.
Whether the numbers are few or they are many,
You can be part of The Lord's Harvest of Plenty.
(Copyright © 08/2002)
A seed of love
I stand here with a dying
flower in my hand
It's our love
It's petals lie at my feet
along with the pieces of my heart
All twisted and black
But deep in the dark corner
of your heart
Theres a seed
a seed of love
Being kept from the light
I know cause i planted it there
And when your mind feels free
to let the light in and let it grow
It will overcome you and burst into flower
I will be there to hold that flower
And we together will nurture
that flower
And from it make a garden of love
to live in forever
poem by Paul Larmour
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My Love
My love: that rejoiced in your being
And lit up when darkness fell
My love: that knew your weaknesses
And unleashed the never fading grace
My love: that preserved your soul
When in the Garden of Eden,
Death fell upon humanity.
My love; that founded King David’s kingdom,
And a seed was planted, hope was established
My love; that wiped away Egypt
And swept away the wrath of slavery
That the seed of Abraham might be free.
My love; that held Israel as an infant
And dwelt with evil like fading smoke
My love; that upholds the sun by day
And wakes the moon and stars by night
My love; that restored eternity
And introduced salvation for humanity
My love; that bore the passion
And paid the ransom that no man can fathom…
My love for you will never end!
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Sins Of Our Fathers
It's a seed planted
By the history of our forefathers
That is in you and I my brothers
Yes! You too my sisters
Are plaqued by the same seed
The same seed that assumed
A place of comfort
In the garden of my father's father's father,
Further and farther from root level
It found its way through the bark to us the branches
And now as we grow leaves
And new buds from us emerge
The seed find its way to our children and so I pray,
Let us children be not held accountable
For the sins of our fathers
We suffer from self doubt and self inadequacy
We ask ourselves the same question
That others before us asked
Who am I to make it,
When in my family no one did?
The question is in you
The question is in me
Yes! You can trace it back to the seed
The same seed that history
Planted in our forefather's garden
To us poverty is congenital
And mediocrity congenial
But how can I believe in myself
When even my father doubt me?
I guess it all begins with me
As a man thinketh, so is he
So hear me father I pray
Let us children be not held accountable
For the sins of our fathers
poem by BiggRich Shuping
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A Transition
This is my cell, this cold stone tomb,
It's my heart's home, this rotting womb!
Planted seed, baby rose,
Help me heal and help me grow.
Watered seed, budding rose,
Build me up, flesh and bone.
Flowering seed, blooming rose,
Teach me things that i don't know.
Flower of Passion, flaming Rose,
Burn down these walls around my soul.
poem by Floyd Zimmerman
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A Dream Of Evolution....
shall a seed be
a seed forever?
do you not dream
someday that it shall
be planted
so that it can sprout
and grow
and then finally see
its flower
and fruit?
must the flower and fruit
be just the same
like the rest of the histories of
the other seeds
of their own form and kind?
must i hope
for an evolution
a seed turning
into a bee
a bee into
a butterfly into wind
into star?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Seed
In the spring
when the air has warmed.
I
planted a seed
a tiny seed.
I
along with my faith
to Mother Earth entrusted it.
I
hoped she would
nourish and coax the blossom
hidden within that seed so small.
To
spring forth in the summertime
with
its beauty its fragrance.
That all may behold and enjoy.
Until
autumn time
when back it returns
to a seed to sleep
to wait.
To be reborn.
poem by Kurt Hearth
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The Weed
There was an old woman
that planted a garden.
And in the garden
there grew a weed.
The weed grew next to
a beautiful flower.
The flower had grown
from a tiny seed.
The weed was strong
and would not bend.
The wind did blow
and it did send
the seeds from the flower
into the air.
They circled around
and landed where
the weed was growing
next to the flower.
Soon the weed was
surrounded by flowers.
It loved where it was
and looked by the hours
at all of the beautiful
colorful flowers.
The old woman who planted
the garden one day
decided that she would
make a bouquet.
She went to the garden
to cut the flowers.
But when she got there
down came the showers.
The raindrops that fell
made the weed shine
which made the old woman
change her mind.
She left them alone
in her garden and knew
that the weed belonged
with the flowers that grew.
She'd planted the flowers.
God planted the weed.
The garden was perfect.
No bouquet did she need.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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(Sufiyana) A Collection
The seed of inspiration
Planted in me
From a flash of lightning from You
My pen is dry
You fill it with Your love
And it glides
Earlier my heart cried longing for flesh
Now it cries longing for You
Dont look out
Look within
And find the key
To your longing
Only when you are clear
Of all lies
Will you see the Divine Light
poem by Renu Rakheja
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The Seed
The wind carried the seed
Into the air to who knows where
Across the weeds, floated the seed
Until to rest on the earth, which laid bare.
And then cried the seed upon the rise
Someday I, I will be a tree,
Liken my brothers, who will be like me
And I will grow to touch the sky.
The seed again journeyed upon the wind
Over the grass and wooded paths
Above the trees, cousins to him
Past the flowers who were his friends.
While he dreamed someday; he too would have many limbs.
The seed finally lighted upon the ground
From where he chose, so his mighty roots would grow
God will water me and give me light, he cried
He will also destroy my enemies and help me rise,
But then arrived a bird, who ate the seed.
Randy L. McClave
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Just Passing Through
Leave me alone please!
I can no longer tolerate your ways,
Take your silly advice away
And donate it to charity,
Instead of burdening
My delicate and forthcoming mission
With long formed cultural habits!
I have reached the point
Where you must take me
As I come to you!
I will not learn new ways
For mine are already cemented
In trust and constant love!
Like a tree first planted,
The seed of an unwilling
New generation
Left wild to grow freely
In the unrestrained air
Of the wood possessed
By a non-earthly proprietor,
Saved then and molded
Into manageable bits,
Cast off for an eternity,
Dried out of all its moisture
And tossed into eternal flames
Which never die!
I cannot be planted
Into this ground again
And be made to grow
Like anything else...
Matters once destroyed,
Will not return
To its original form
Or in the same structure!
I am a man with a vision
And a clear mission:
To spread throughout the World,
The message of Love and Peace!
I am a single soul
Just passing through
Knowing that I will be back
In another life!
©All Rights Reserved-2012
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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All Cried Out
[Allure]
All alone on a Sunday morning
Outside I see the rain is falling
Inside I'm slowly dying
But the rain will hide my crying, crying, crying
And you
Don't you know my tears will burn the pillow
Set this place on fire
'Cause I'm tired of your lie
All I needed was a simple "Hello"
But the traffic was so noisy that you could not hear me cry
(I) I gave you my love in vain
My body never knew such pleasure,
My heart never knew such pain
(And you) You leave me so confused
Now I'm all cried out, over you.
[112]
Cryin' over you, yeah
Never wanted to see things your way,
Had to go astray
For why was I such a fool (Why was I such a fool)
Now I see that the grass is greener
Is it too late for me to find my way home,
How could I be so wrong?
[Allure]
Leaving me all alone
Don't you know my tears will cause an inferno
Romance of these flames,
Why should I take the blame?
You were the one who left me neglected (So sorry baby)
Apology not accepted
Add me to the broken hearts you've collected
(I) I gave you all of me (Gave you all of me)
How was I to know,
You would weaken so easily
(I) I don't know what to do (I don't know what to do)
Now I'm all cried out (All cried out)
Over you
(I) I gave you my love in vain
My body never knew such pleasure,
My heart never knew such pain
And you
[112]
You left me so confused
[Allure]
Now I'm all cried out
Now I'm all cried out
Over you
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Wise Men Still Seek Souls
The purpose of the True Church of God is to always seek out the lost,
And share with them the life changing Gospel, whatever be the cost.
Although the history of The Church is filled with gaps and lulls,
The truth throughout has always been, that wise men still seek souls.
After believing and accepting God's unmerited Gift of Salvation,
Sharing this Truth with the lost, is every Christian's obligation.
You too were once lost like your neighbor, without any Hope indeed,
However, someone who knew, took the time and planted a tiny seed.
Then The Lord used someone just like you, to water it a tiny bit,
And then in your heart, through someone's love, a tiny fire was lit.
Now using The Spirit, through people and ways we do not know,
That little tiny fire, that once was a seed, truly started to grow.
The Lord's Love and The Spirit's work, helped it continue to grow,
Then your life, and your appearance, took on a whole new glow.
As He grew from within, The Spirit shaped and kindled the fire,
Into a challenge and a love, which birthed a new found desire.
The new found desire is to share The Gospel with all whom you meet,
Because one day very soon, we shall all bow at Christ's Feet.
So my friend, could this be the day for you to reset your goals,
For wise men have and will always be lead to seek out lost souls.
(Copyright © 05/2002)
A good question is never answered. It is not a bolt to be tightened into place but a seed to be planted and to bear more seed toward the hope of greening the landscape of idea.
quote by John Anthony Ciardi
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And Love Said No
And loves light blue
Led me to you
Through all the emptiness that had become my home
Love's light cruel
Introduced me to you
And that moment I knew I was out of hope
Kill me
I begged and love said no
Leave me
For dead and let me go
Kill me
I cried and love said no
Kill me
I cried and love said no
Love's icy tomb
Dug open for you
Lies in a cemetery that bares my name
Love's violent tune
From me to you
Rips your heart out and leaves you
Bleeding with a smile on your face
Kill me
I begged and love said no
Leave me
For dead and let me go
Kill me
I cried and love said no
Kill me
I cried and love said no
Loves light blue
Took me from you
And that moment I knew I was out of hope
Again
Kill me
I begged and love said no
Leave me
For dead and let me go
Kill me
I cried and love said no
Kill me
I cried and love said no
Love said no
And love said no
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In Life
I planted the seed!
And, your love is relieved;
Permanently,
In abundance! !
But, don't forget your own history in life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To Plant A Seed
Like the enigmas woven upon
the regal tapestry of dreams
we instill niceties into
the desperate and famished earth
razing our own barricades
and knotting golden tethers
upon the forests that we make
And nights will perch upon
the lovely slender boughs
And days will park on its eaves
filleting the lofty fences
veins crawling, sprawling
unto the cradle of distant stars
and their scintillating talks
while the grandiose inculcate
a flummoxed aeon down
into the heart of a dead star
But we forget them
when we lose our own maps
and constellations
from the fire of our conceit -
we lose the monarchy of trees
which kept our secrets
upon their clandestine zithers
and the quintessence
is lost amongst the memories
Amidst lights, my penetralium
is a dislimned diamond -
obstinate and lustrous
against your scouring
trembling with coruscations
though every word cadenced
for the breath pawned
for your sleep's quiescence
is another seed planted inside
the fissures of my defense -
A bliss draped in the most
atrocious sensation
We are surmised
when we planted a seed -
puppets strangled with
our silky strings of
strangling vines,
and we are blinded
by fear and pride
A tree rooted, gnarled
upon a lifeless boulder:
A seed planted
and now rupturing
to be castrated
and thrown into the
hearth of malignance.
poem by Norman Santos
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