The Frightened Man
In fear of the rich mouth
I kissed the thin,--
Even that was a trap
To snare me in.
Even she, so long
The frail, the scentless,
Is become strong,
And proves relentless.
O, forget her praise,
And how I sought her
Through a hazardous maze
By shafted water.
poem by Louise Bogan
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The fish trap exists because of the fish. Once you've gotten the fish you can forget the trap. The rabbit snare exists because of the rabbit. Once you've gotten the rabbit, you can forget the snare. Words exist because of meaning. Once you've gotten the meaning, you can forget the words. Where can I find a man who has forgotten words so I can talk with him?
quote by Chuang Tzu
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In The Vaulted Way
In the vaulted way, where the passage turned
To the shadowy corner that none could see,
You paused for our parting, - plaintively:
Though overnight had come words that burned
My fond frail happiness out of me.
And then I kissed you, - despite my thought
That our spell must end when reflection came
On what you had deemed me, whose one long aim
Had been to serve you; that what I sought
Lay not in a heart that could breathe such blame.
But yet I kissed you: whereon you again
As of old kissed me. Why, why was it so?
Do you cleave to me after that light-tongued blow?
If you scorned me at eventide, how love then?
The thing is dark, Dear. I do not know.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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When You Believe
- s. schwartz - babyface -
Wh:
Many nights we pray
With no proof anyone could hear
And our hearts a hopeful song
We barely understand
Now we are not afraid
Although we know theres much to fear
We were moving mountains long
Before we know we could
Oah yes
There can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail
Its hard to kill
Who know what miracle
You can achieve
When you believe
Somehow you will
You will when you believe
Mc:
In this time of fear
When prayer so often proves in vain
Hope seems like the summer birds
Too swiftly flown away
And now I am standing here
My hearts so full I cant explain
Seeking faith and speaking words
I never thought Id say
There can be miracles
When you believe
(wh: when you believe)
Though hope is frail
Its hard to kill
Who know what miraclea
You can achieve
(wh: you can achieve)
When you believe
Somehow you will
You will when you believe
Both:
They dont always happen when you ask
And its easy to give in to your fear
Ohhhhh
But when youre blinded by your pain
Cant see you way safe through the rain
Thought of a still resilient voice
Says love is very near
There can be miracles
(wh: miracles)
When you believe
(wh: when you believe)
Though hope is frail
Its hard to kill
Who know what miracles
You can achieve
(wh: you can achieve)
When you believe
Somehow you will
(wh: somehow somehow somehow)
You will when you believe
You will when you believe
You will when you believe
You will when you believe
Just believe
You will when you
Believe
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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Sonnet 37: My Mouth Doth Water
My mouth doth water, and my breast doth swell,
My tongue doth itch, my thoughts in labor be:
Listen then, lordings, with good ear to me,
For of my life I must a riddle tell.
Toward Aurora's court a nymph doth dwell,
Rich in all beauties which man's eye can see:
Beauties so far from reach of words, that we
Abase her praise, saying she doth excel:
Rich in the treasure of deserv'd renown,
Rich in the riches of a royal heart,
Rich in those gifts which give th'eternal crown;
Who though most rich in these and every part,
Which make the patents of true worldly bliss,
Hath no misfortune, but that Rich she is.
poem by Philip Sidney
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If This Be Love
Hope gives in to longing thought,
of all desires that I've sought.
A wanton heart might now be caught,
if this be love, that you have brought.
Can love..hope..grow where pain abides;
Where doubt and fear are justified?
I willingly throw both arms wide,
if faith can bring you to my side.
Give in! give in! My heart cries out,
For once find out what loves about.
These walls I've built so strong and stout,
like Jericho, fall at the shout.
A newborn babe, my soul lies bare;
vulnerable to trap and snare.
I gladly place all in your care.
If this be love...that we would share.
Perry Biggerstaff
poem by Perry Biggerstaff
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In The Mornin
In the mornin'
When my feet hit the floor,
I will praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
In the mornin'
When I walk out my door,
I praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
When I praise Him I keep motivated.
And my heart is elevated!
Shaking trouble makers away.
When I praise Him I know He's my Savior,
Saving me from bad behavior.
And those who bait that hate,
Wont spoil my flavor.
In the mornin'
When I'm yawning at dawn,
I praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
In the mornin'
I've got faith so strong.
'Cause I'm blessed to know that God is with me,
All day long!
In the mornin'
When my feet hit the floor,
I will praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
In the mornin'
When I walk out my door,
I praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
Oh yes I,
Praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
Oh yes I...
Praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him!
Oh yes I...
Praise Him.
In the mornin'
When I walk out my door,
I praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
And dedicated
'To my 'Roots'.
I keep re-booted! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Moon's Kiss
It was a cold december night
the full moon was bright
deep under i was lying down
in the bottom i was starring at a clear night sky
in the bottom of the ocean
suddenly a cold chill slipped through by bones
then i saw a thin dark line pushed by the stream
it interferred with moon face reflect on water's surface
fear envade my heart like a scream
i came out from the water
to take out the line from it's face so perfect
then the moon smiled to me
then i woke up from dream
with a single long hair within my lips
i kissed the moon
poem by Kamel Kamel
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Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven
Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven;
To His feet Thy tribute bring!
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like me His praise should sing?
Praise Him! praise Him!
Praise the everlasting King!
Praise Him for His grace and favour,
To our fathers in distress!
Praise Him still the same for ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless!
Praise Him! praise Him!
Glorious in His faithfulness!
Father-like, He tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame He knows.
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes,
Praise Him! praise Him!
Widely as His mercy flows!
Frail as summer's flower we flourish:
Blows the wind, and it is gone.
But while mortals rise and perish,
God endures unchanging on.
Praise Him, Praise Him,
Praise the high eternal One!
Angels, help us to adore Him;
Ye behold Him face to face:
Sun and moon, bow down before Him;
Dwellers all in time and space,
Praise Him! praise Him!
Praise with us the God of grace!
poem by Henry Francis Lyte
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A Perpetual Stream Of Sacred Consciousness
I asked the mountain
You are very strong
you will exist till the end of creation
The mountain replied numbly
No, Nay, not so
the water can flow me and
convert me to a plain land
then my existence will vanish
I asked the rock
no one can melt you
the rock also replied numbly
No, Nay not so
the water can melt me
and I will be no more
I asked the trees
the water will destroy you
the tree replied
No, Nay not so
it shall irrigate me and
give me life
I asked each and every creatures
all replied
water is more soft, more rich
and more strong
it can destroy and give life too
it can quench thirst of all
and give life to all
I asked the Water
You are soft and mild
You are rich and strong too
The water replied
No, Nay not so
I may be dried at any time
It is poetry,
a perpetual stream of sacred consciousness
flowing ever and ever
beyond the stars and planets and
even beyond plenty of universe
The Poetry can save me and
pray to God for my survival.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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There is no Fear
The people of this world, if against they stand,
There is no fear, there is no fear, nothing like fear.
Although, we are counted cheap and rebuked,
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.
If to beg for food, would be a life attained,
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.
Loveable possessions if, are lost,
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.
2. If clothed bosomed damsels, cast their eyes
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.
Poison in the mouth, if fed by friends
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.
Shielded armies, if to attack approach
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.
On the acme of my head, if the sky did crash and plummet down
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.
poem by Subramanya Bharathi
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The Forest Pool
LOST amid gloom and solitude,
A pool lies hidden in the wood,
A pool the autumn rain has made
Where flowers with their fair shadows played.
Bare as a beggar's board, the trees
Stand in the water to their knees;
The birds are mute, but far away
I hear a bloodhound's sullen bay.
Blue-eyed forget-me-nots that shook,
Kissed by a little laughing brook,
Kissed too by you with lips so red,
Float in the water drowned and dead.
And dead and drowned 'mid leaves that rot,
Our angel-eyed Forget-me-not,
The love of unforgotten years,
Floats corpse-like in a pool of tears
poem by Mathilde Blind
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The Maze of Life
Onward through the maze of life
Each day forward we trek
Choosing which turn to take
Choices made, through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of life
Enduring our life in pleasures we seek
Engulfed in our own, private world
Slicing a way through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of life
Choices made, yet with little thought
The impact on others, without inclination
No compassion, through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of life
Grasping for all we can gather
Clawing to enhance our fortunes
Monetary wealth, through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of life
Each soul, a world of one
Each world, a kingdom of its own
Wasted soul, through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of life
No thoughts for the future,
Enjoying life, only for today,
, Future ignored, through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of life
Picking the apples, devouring the fruit
Filling our bellies today
Living for today, through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of death
A choice not chosen, a choice not ours
To late for changes, no more choices
Souls in default, through the maze of death!
poem by B.J. Ayers
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When God Is Small
When man is big and God is small, life isn’t very pleasant at all,
As people crowd out that place, allotted by God, by His Grace,
Within your heart, deep inside, where His Spirit comes to abide,
As a guide and comfort too, helping each day, in all that we do.
Often we focus too much on man, being lead into Satan’s plan,
His plan to hinder and mislead, saints of God who truly believe.
Filling a heart with needless care, is from Satan, a wicked snare,
Leading all to worry and fear; to dismiss God who’s always near.
Satan wishes to bind your heart, in fear and worry from the start,
The fear of man is a snare by him, to keep many in a web of sin.
Your worry he just calls concern, as that anxiety begins to churn,
Saying your worry will bring relief, as he adds pain to your grief.
All this as he sets your focus for, others, not your Blessed Lord,
On natural men of this fallen sod, and not upon our Eternal God.
With eyes fixed on mortal men, we forget we’ve been born again,
Born of the spirit from Jesus Christ, to give to God our entire life.
Caring too much what others think, into the mire we begin to sink,
Losing the peace, God has for us, when in man we begin to trust.
Trust or fear, it is still a snare, which leads your heart into despair,
All this and more will befall, all who make men big and God small.
Psalm 71
In you O lord I put my trust
When you put me to the test
You took me from my mother's womb
You are my Rock and strong fortress
My praise shall ever be of you
You've upheld me since my youth
My mouth is filled with your glorious praise
I gird up my loins with truth
When I am weak uphold me Lord
Some say I've been forsaken
O God do not be far from me
Arise my God, awaken!
O God who is like unto you?
May I praise you and never complain
Raise me up from my despair
O Lord, revive me again
poem by Frank McEleny
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Returning to Jerusalem
Once we could be justly proud
Our place marked in the human maze
By devotion to the sacred books
And diligence of prayer, upon
Steady accretion of analysis
Once we could be satisfied
To live by what we understood to be
Identities the Lord bestowed
Upon our humble lives, our lines
Measured by the centuries
Once we were made wise
By sufferings in wide variety
Borne in reverence for His Name
Consolations of our family embrace
And the long perspectives gained
Once we almost were content
To speak the name Jerusalem
A love beyond reproach and reach
To which we would compose our songs
Of praises and mythology
And once then we were slaughtered
Not sporadically, but by an awesome
Purpose and intent. Surviving,
Many could not make from this
A tolerable weight, the burden
Of our anguished discontent
And a God we never met. And now
With final knowledge of the hate
The world can bring, we will accept no more
To live at any distance from our dreams.
So strong we have become
Dealing in death and pain
Sanctioned by some authority unnamed.
And yet there are survivors still who hold
A Liberation Ball each year, saying
We'll dance as long as we are here
While others shout in bold
With land and borders to defend
No longer free to know who they once were.
I hope we can return with song
To praise Jerusalem
When time to claim our history has come
When we have sadly learned to see
That what we think is strong
Grows frail, as if to fall eventually.
poem by Frank Bana
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Never Forget
I'll never forget
the way you touched me
you forced your hands
across my spine
I'll never forget
the way you told me
the blame would always be mine
I'll never forget
the way your hands felt
too big...
too nasty...
way too strong
I'll never forget
the way you promised
what you did
was never wrong
I'll never forget
those sleepless nights
I'd try not to fall asleep
cuz the moment
I opened my eyes
I wondered what you were doing to me
I'll never forget
the lies you made
the threats so I wouldn't tell
the nights everyone was asleep
& I was in the mist of hell
I'll never forget
the force you had
forcing me to touch you back
the child hood
you robbed from me
& I can never have it back
I'll never forget
the fear I had
every time you were near me
I'll never forget
those Fxckn prayers
but God could never hear me
I'll never forget
everything I lost
you destroyed the kid in me
I'll never forget
just can't forget
exactly what daddy did to me
poem by Vanessa Mercado
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The path is fear ridden
My path: how long; how far; how good; who knows?
The path seems clear yet there seems fear.
Vultures circle while chicks are on pecking;
Tigers prowl while cows are on grazing.
Fish, big and small, swim in the same lake.
Food is sought but dangers interfere;
Rest is sought but hunger demands a break.
Love is sought but bindings do throw a fright.
My path: how up; how straight; how wide; who knows?
The moon and stars dispel dark, so fear
But in my birth chart, they rule to my fear.
The God will save you, , the god men promise.
They did not take me to Ethiopia
Nor did they show me El Dorado.
I could find a place a pool or ditch
Only when I reach there, guidelines failing.
My path: how safe; how smooth; how live; who knows?
I fear animals and walk with men
In rows or as a part of caravan
And find animals better than men.
Phobia struck, I still wander with men,
Who I hope can be my companions,
Losing them as out of sight or dropp outs
In the course of my walk, fear undying..
My path: how rich; how cool; how free; who knows?
Set in a journey, I move as I’ve to.
The journey was born without my knowledge
And it would end with out any notice.
I move to prey and not to be a pray,
Hoping that I could succeed in my stay.
Each foot I set with hope along with fear.
Cheers or tears, I move as I’ve to.
dt.0505’07
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Long Thin Dawn
That long thin dawn
That long thin dawn
Is comin on again
Ive seen the hills of frisco and the streets of montreal
In every town Ive been to Ive had someone to call
From winnipeg to edmonton, vancouver to st. paul
Ive had so many good friends I couldnt miss them all
And that long thin dawn
That long thin dawn
Is comin on again
Last night I came to denver beneath the snow-capped ridge
I thought about my darlin as I stood beneath the bridge
And there were times I made her cry but I guess by now shes learned
That any time Ive wandered I always have returned
And that long thin dawn
That long thin dawn
Is comin on again
Right now Im on a highway just east of omaha
Riding shotgun on the biggest rig you ever saw
With forty tons of pig iron and a trucker known as bill
All the way to windsor, weve got some miles to kill
And that long thin dawn
That long thin dawn
Is comin on again
While climbin up a hillside, bill drops er down a gear
And the engine sings so sweetly tis music to my ear
I tell him how I long to be just like him if I can
Drivin like the restless wind across this precious land
Says bill the air is clean tonight as he puffs a big cigar
And if this rig keeps rollin, my boy youll travel far
But when you are a trucker youll come to realize
The only thing a man can do is watch the world go by
And that long thin dawn
That long thin dawn
Is comin on again
That long thin dawn
That long thin dawn
Is comin on again
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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The gluttons
The food that is sweet in the mouth of the goat can kill the goat,
what other name can i give to GREED to make it mild in the mouth?
fear of tomorow has maimed Ngogo kingdom and her people.
Ah Ngogo, why are you fated for doom?
king wants the head of another king.
father dies, sons die
see government without humanity;
religion without God;
business without conscience;
democracy without people;
election without voters.
The death that kills the mother hen never allows its eggs to hatch.
O king! O prince! what have you gained,
that you acquire all but have none?
vanity! phantasmagoria!
what a foolish wisdom.
Iyolo the bird fetches water in the mouth,
keeps some on the wings, yet,
goes home with nothing.
Flying, that of the wings pours out;
Opening mouth to exclaim, that of the mouth pours away.
no one fetches water from the river with a basket.
king fights king-betrayal; breach of trust.
yes, it is a vainglory, Ngoma's gluttony to own the world and its fullness.
But the rich are poor as much as the poor are rich,
the foolish are wise as much as the wise are foolish. Brothers kills each other for selfish interesin wealth and power.
Foolish wisdom!
like father like sons,
is it not thier doomsday?
Why not eat and let them eat?
live and let live.
man dies; all in him, all he knows,
all he has.beauty too shall vanish.
now see, Ngoma mourns!
Here, see a dynasty lost!
poem by Randy Micheal
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Grey Ice Water
Yer standing by yer grey ice water
Out in the wind above ground out in the weather
You had yerself a crazy lover
Becoming frozen trying hard to forget her
You got a job up in alaska
Its easy to save what the cannery pays
Cause there aint no way to spend it
At home on a boat, its a fish trap
You took the path of least resistance
On the phone cutting out talking
Short to long distance
Yer standing by yer grey ice water
Out in the wind above ground out in the water
You had yerself a crazy lover
Become unfrozen trying hard to forget her
You got a job up in alaska
Its easy to save what the cannery pays
Cause there aint no way to spend it
On the arctic blast (x7)
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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