Polarity Sincerity
Polarity brings clarity.
From sadness to hilarity.
The night seeks day.
The wrong sees right.
The grounded sparrow.
Yearns for the flight.
The blind man seeks.
His once lost sight.
The weak in spirit.
A return to might.
The strength within.
Like a dearest friend.
Is just the beginning
And not the end.
In conclusion we realize
No matter the severity
Mortality is the great disguise.
Of God's Divine Polarity.
Observe the sky,
it has two ends,
the Lunar and the Solar,
It appears to me,
My religious friends,
that God must be bi-Polar.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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The Coincidence of Contraries
It’s said that when the One eternal mind
bursts into glorious multiplicity,
its first divisions enter human kind
as dualism and polarity:
dualism may be met by mind;
by reason, thus returned to unity;
polarity – that tool to stretch our mind –
may bring emotion’s instability:
hate and love, close-twinned, may torture hearts;
joy and sadness dance our strength away;
whate’er we think ourselves, its twin still lurks:
conceit and worthlessness, each others’ prey;
beware these contradictions in the mind;
yet, boldly brought together, One to find.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Wants- sex definer
A confident woman, the man seeks.
An intelligent man, the woman seeks.
A good-featured woman, the man seeks.
A good-natured man, the woman seeks.
A modest woman, the man seeks.
An intellectual man, the woman seeks.
A virtuous woman, the man seeks.
A chivalrous man, the woman seeks.
Be graceful, women!
Be brave, men!
06.05.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Mind's Polarities
It’s said – and so it seems to be –
that when the individual mind
emerges from that place where mind
rests, perfect, and in unity with all things to be known –
in that place, which is; within us, and without us:
that in that moment, as the mind expands,
and as its sphere within expands to match that sphere without,
polarities arise; such axis as may join them
to lie hidden and forgot; instead we see
all as remotenesses, that grow ever more the farther;
and then – the aweful nature of the human lie –
name them ‘opposites’… and in that step,
a further one, ‘duality’…
and so, condemn ourselves to fruitless life
where, across the vast mind’s sphere,
sadness – let’s say – sees, far off, that pure happiness -
too far, too far, to be within its reach…
and happiness, seeing far off, sadness, seeks in pleasure
to keep its distance…and so, the balance swings,
the world wags, and the mind knows only restlessness…
and knows, desire… how we forget,
we could not know desire, but that we knew
what desire desires; what’s missing in our world;
sadness, knowing the happiness; what would sadness be
without its knowing, in full, its happiness? ..
if we but saw desire as grace; looked at it with clear eye;
we might see, lurking there within,
beyond the warnings of its waywardness,
that holy thing that yearns alway for onefulness…
and as we have departed,
then by grace, so we return;
find by that third perfect point;
that eye that sees, from its eternal home,
duality to resolve in unity..
and all absolved, we’re absolute..
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this, by mine own hand… writ
in a deep yearning sadness;
sadness that would fain convince itself
that happiness, this morning, is too distant; so, then,
to abide in sorrowed sadness…
and yet, there are strange joys,
where sadness meets all other things, in duty and in law;
speaks of all things in some strange disguise;
finds its heart, where heart it never sought;
and so, if words may do
what words should do, I name this poem’s end
its true beginning: name it now,
dedicating it, to truth and joy, and to myself:
A Poem in Praise of Happiness.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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God-Soul
Whenever I can separate myself
From personal sadness
Of some temporary defeat
And think in terms of the eternal goodness
That universal love ever seeks
To bestow on everyone,
I then gain strength
To believe in myself
And in every self
I come into contact with.
Human beings
Are the scattered essence
Of God-Soul:
We mingle with each other
For a little while and then return
As rhythmic heartbeats
Within the divine body.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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The Sorrows of the Blind
Pity the sorrows of the poor blind,
For they can but little comfort find;
As they walk along the street,
They know not where to put their feet.
They are deprived of that earthly joy
Of seeing either man, woman, or boy;
Sad and lonely through the world they go,
Not knowing a friend from a foe:
Nor the difference betwixt day and night,
For the want of their eyesight;
The blind mother cannot see her darling boy,
That was once her soul's joy.
By day and night,
Since she lost her precious sight;
To her the world seems dark and drear,
And she can find no comfort here.
She once found pleasure in reading books,
But now pale and careworn are her looks.
Since she has lost her eyesight,
Everything seems wrong and nothing right.
The face of nature, with all its beauties and livery green,
Appears to the blind just like a dream.
All things beautiful have vanished from their sight,
Which were once their heart's delight.
The blind father cannot see his beautiful child, nor wife,
That was once the joy of his life;
That he was wont to see at morn and night,
When he had his eyesight.
All comfort has vanished from him now,
And a dejected look hangs on his brow.
Kind Christians all, both great and small,
Pity the sorrows of the blind,
They can but little comfort find;
Therefore we ought to be content with our lot,
And for the eyesight we have got,
And pray to God both day and night
To preserve our eyesight;
To be always willing to help the blind in their distress,
And the Lord will surely bless
And guard us by night and day,
And remember us at the judgment day.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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My mom is...
My mom is mean,
cause she grounded me.
My friends say she's nice,
but that's just her disguise.
My mom is okay,
cause I'm not grounded today.
My mom is GREAT,
and it's not up for debate!
My mom is fun,
I think she's number one.
But my mom has flaws,
just like everyone else.
They are not against the law,
and she has room to care about us and herself.
poem by Burpsn Farts
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Love Is Blind
Love is blind- it has no barriers, it has no time.
It has no eyes with which to see
It has no voice to call on me.
It just has an inner strength, on which it depends
To say if the love is right or wrong
Which will make it weak or strong.
Love is blind it can not see
It can not say what the future hold for me.
I felt I was falling deeper into the depths
Of her eyes, like a whirlpool pulling me in
Deeper and deeper and no end in sight
No matter how I struggled I was losing this fight.
I decided to let go and face what was ahead
For in her love I was dead.
In stead she lifted me up high into space
Where I could see the love in her face.
Love has no crystal ball or a guiding star
It can not see if it is near or far.
Love doesn’t come when you call its name
It has no face, it has no shame.
It matters not if you’re young or old.
Love is strong, love is bold.
It will touch the coldest heart and make it melt
Bring out feelings you never felt.
Love knows no color or religious belief
It just makes your spirit find relief.
Love can control you, no matter what
You may think or say.
Love in your soul is here to stay.
Love is blind, but love is sweet
It is this worlds biggest treat.
poem by Louis Rams
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Man cannot be reined.
He seeks another, still younger.
He seeks another, still fresher.
He seeks another, still cuter.
No woman can rein her husband.
04.02.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Negatron
High, some positron
speeding ion
cruising along
low, down inward flow
magnetosphere
negative glow
now, what's going on
Motive, unclear
There's something wrong
Yes, hypnotronik
Polarity
Rising sun
No, guide lining lead
Generator
Breaks over me
So close to the core
Lay down, here comes
The negatron
Maybe plan a-1 should be
to make a b-line out of here
sub-electrosquad
of vagabond
ultra matter
out, get out of here
nucleonik
vacu-vampire
out, get out of here
you magno void
damn negatron
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Stance on Faith
Faith seeks to follow Him
Even through darkest night
And brightest daylight
Faith seeks to do His will
Though contrary to commonsense
And all sound judgment
Faith seeks veracity
And not reasons
Faith stands steadfast
On God’s declaration
poem by Oyekake Satty Joshua
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Religious War
Religious war has been fought by rare person
person fighting for religion is ever winner
only the person took the help of weapons
are defeated, History is witness in weapon war
only the powerful weapons are winner, but
that can not be termed as Religious War
Weapon War is always blind but religious war
is always full of love and peace.
Weapon war is the matter of ego
Religious war is the matter of consciousness
Weapon war sheds blood but Religious War
It sheds love and affection
A person fighting for Religious War has to be
martyr some time but he becomes the reason
to be worshiped for ever
Weapon war spreads chaos and terrorism
Religious War spreads prosperity
Weapon war knows to split the society
Religious War knows to unite the society
Weapon war knows to enslave the human being
Religious War knows to make him free
from all kinds of slavery
Weapon war pushes us back to barbaric age
Religious war pulls us forward to civilized age.
Weapon war ends with destruction
Religious war ends with creation
Religion is the law of nature
which prevails all to be survived
poem by Ramesh Rai
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Friends.... Old Friends......
Friends… old friends…
One sees how it ends.
A woman looks
Or a man lies,
And the pleasant brooks
And the quiet skies,
Ruined with brawling
And caterwauling,
Enchant no more
As they did before,
And so it ends
With friends.
Friends… old friends…
And what if it ends?
Shall we dare to shirk
What we live to learn?
It has done its work,
It has served its turn;
And, forgive and forget
Or hanker and fret,
We can be no more
As we were before.
When it ends, it ends
With friends.
Friends… old friends…
So it breaks, so it ends.
There let it rest!
It has fought and won,
And is still the best
That either has done.
Each as he stands
The work of its hands
Which shall be more
As he was before?…
What is it ends
With friends?
poem by William Ernest Henley
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My Heart Is Like The Ocean.
My heart is like the Ocean
as it feverishly yearns for land
a quest for true emotion
held in an embracing hand.
My heart is like the Ocean
At times calm and in tranquillity
Then magnetic with compulsion
Pulled towards its polarity.
My heart is like the Ocean
At the will of a higher power
For love cannot be chosen
But destined as bee to flower
My heart is like the ocean
Obdurate in its devotion.
poem by Wade Harlaine
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Sonnet: On Conversions On Earth
Each man seeks better things in his lifetime!
So is a search for God, a thing most prime;
It is the basic freedom of all men,
To freely practise their choice religion.
When food, shelter, clothing, wisdom are got,
Man seeks a perfect environmental slot;
And when his ambitions have been attained,
Man wants to really realize God.
With poverty wiped and a literate mind,
Tranquility in Nature, man will find;
He discards those religions, weak/ lifeless,
And takes up one more meaningful/ selfless!
Thus, conversion is a predestined one,
And that of souls is by God’s mercy ‘lone!
poem by John Celes
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Defying Gravity
“How were pyramids built? ” the curious ask
When in modern times it still cannot be done
Took more than slave labor to complete task
Egyptians defied gravity by sound activation
They knew, all matter is Electro-Magnetic
Attracting or repelling depending on polarity
By toning magnets in stone made them kinetic
Their Mystics lifted great weights acoustically
If men recalled what was forgotten once more
Endless uses and applications they'd explore
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Philippians 4: 13
The strength to resist the night
The strength to endure the day
The strength to keep righteous paths in sight
The strength to take them without delay
The strength to find a purpose in life
The strength to find the truths it brings
The strength to kick away from strife
The strength to stabalize the rock it clings
The strength to light a friend’s day up
The strength to resist wrathful foes
The strength to fill a stranger’s dry cup
The strength to shun sin when it opposed
The strength to feel a injured man’s pain
The strength to hold a reject’s hand
The strength to act against any gain
The strength to love without demand
The strength to understand that our King
Has blessed us with more than we can contain
Therefore regardless what time may bring
The strength will continue to reign
poem by Anders Lim
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Sadness Comes Again And Again
SADNESS COMES AGAIN AND AGAIN
Sadness comes again and again
As Grief comes again and again
As with aging more friends are lost
Each one is a world gone
And each one's leaving is its own sadness
And there seems no end to this
Until we too will become the source for others' sadness
Sadness comes again and again
So does death
And the very feelings we have today for our lost friend
Others will too one day not too long from now
Have for us.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Who Will Invite The Holy Spirit Into Their Life?
Who will invite
the Holy Spirit
to enter into their life?
What great journeys
will you go on?
What great adventures
will you have
in search of The Holy Spirit
of divine God?
Truly where will you go
even unto
the ends of the earth?
Will you search an entire
world to find
at last The Holy Spirit
of divine God?
If you would find at last
The Holy Spirit of divine God
then open your Bible.
Read learn the divine word.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Blind Sight
I look but don’t see the real world in front of me.
Moments waste away with the details of my day.
Do I have enough? How can I get more stuff?
Can I have another win or fit in one more sin?
When I look I can’t see
What’s important to me.
I worship things and seek pleasure.
I can’t see what I should treasure.
Then a blind man told me, he lost his sight so he could see.
He sees why he conquered grief since his life is all too brief.
He sees that everlasting love is true language from above.
He sees that darkness is for sleeping, not sorrow and weeping.
His spirit senses kindness and thanks to his blindness,
He knows that with vision of heart and mind,
It’s only his eyes that will be blind.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Sorrow Seeks...
Sorrow Seeks...
Sorrow seeks...
Like the roots of weeds
And as the roots grow deeper
the weight descends
Like gnarled hands grasping at your throat
Choking out the beauty within
A dandelion with a face that glows of golden sun
But within the soil it's roots grow so deep
With one pluck you think it is gone for good
Only to return stronger than before
Sorrow seeks...
Like the roots of weeds
4 April 2008