Communion With Flowers
A bunch of fresh flowers,
Have the divine power
To lift your mood,
As only prayer could.
As you lie in silent despair
In pain, alone, unable to share,
Friends and relatives come
And ask you what you have done
To yourself, to lie prostrate
And try to commiserate.
You dare not take off your mask
And pretend you are fine when they ask,
For they get uneasy if you reveal
The pain is too much to bear and deal.
Hence I feel,
I can help myself heal,
If I talk to the sublime flowers
For they have the divine power.
And are silent witness in that hour
When I am feeling low and dour.
They don’t judge you in your weak moment,
When you spirit is in torment
Lord, you have endowed them with such virtues
That they come to our rescue
With their playful smile without any guile.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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The Power Of Prayer
The power of prayer,
Our thoughts we share.
Pain and suffering bear,
Illnesses Cancers,
Receive answers.
A Divine intervention,
God's creation.
There is no compare,
The power of prayer.
Eternal Hope For Your Soul
I would judge only
that your pain is great
almost more
than your soul can bear.
I would judge only
that your pain was
born in great injustice.
I would judge only
that your wrist scare scars
bear self witness to pain.
But I would not
judge your soul,
your right or wrong,
but I can discern,
that only a divine love,
can resurrect dead life...
in your heart,
give eternal hope,
for your soul.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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In That Dark Silent Hour
In that dark silent hour
When the wind wants power,
And in the black height
The sky wants light,
Stirless and black
In utter lack,
And not a sound
Escapes from that untroubled round:--
To wake then
In the dark, and ache then
Until the dark is gone--
Lonely, yet not alone;
Hearing another's breath
All the quiet beneath,
Knowing one sleeps near
That day held dear
And dreams held dear; but now
In this sharp moment--how
Share the moment's sweetness,
Forgo its completeness,
Nor be alone
Now the dark is grown
Spiritual and deep
More than in dreams and sleep?
O, it is pain, 'tis need
That so will plead
For a little loneliness.
If it be pain to miss
Loved touch, look and lip,
Companionship
Yet is verier pain
Then, then
In that dark silent hour
When the wind wants power,
And you, near or far, sleep,
And your released thoughts toward me creep
While I, imprisoned, awake,
Ache--ache
To be for one
Long, little moment with myself alone.
poem by John Freeman
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My world is beautiful!
My world is beautiful,
My worlds are beautiful,
Always it will,
Life is full of Nature's bounties
My sweet mother caress and
cares me,
Me and my friends, We look beautiful with what she
gave us,
We make our world happy and
beautiful,
Not worrying,
what she didn't give! I and my friends play hide and
seek,
Colourful butterfly,
Hide behind Flowers,
How thrilling to find these flying
flowers, butterflies dancing to my Heart's silent song! Flowers filling perfume to air,
Adding colours to life,
Shining Sun make them bright,
Lonesome dove sings at dawn,
Goodmorning dear,
Wake up and look at the world, sailing clouds say,
' have a nice day'
Gentle breeze keeping us cool,
Plants swing to my silent song! Flowers smiling in my lap,
Filling my heart with joy,
Dove fly around me and sings in
ears,
Look at smiling innocent flowers,
They smile at you, Though you kill them,
Separating their mother,
Listen to silent cry of plants,
Silent mourning of butterflies,
Can't you mourn,
yes now I am mourning and my heart weeps at death of smiling
flowers! Taking oath in presence of my
friends,
'Never will I kill flowers '!
my days will be more happy and
nice,
With playful smile of flowers!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Dispair
Despair
I sit home sad and not the same,
Crying for hours holding in all the pain.
How you can sit and pretend everything's OK,
Moving on, day by day.
So as I carry my silent guilt,
Wondering if my life can be rebuilt.
The tears I weep when alone,
Behind my wall that has grown.
Reflects the pain that tortures me,
Until I feel to the lowest degree.
The deepest scars of my life inflicted with such pain,
Of the betrayal that prevents me from being whole again.
The trust that once was broken, can it ever be repaired?
To free me from the darkest hours of my silent despair.
Jim 1978
poem by James Casey
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Do I Have To Say The Words?
Rescue me from the mire
Whisper words of desire
Rescue me - darling rescue me
With your arms open wide
Want you here by my side
Come to me - darling rescue me
When this world's closing in
There's no need to pretend
Set me free - darling rescue me
I don't wanna let you go
So I'm standing in your way
I never needed anyone like I'm needing you today
Do I have to say the words?
Do I have to tell the truth?
Do I have to shout it out?
Do I have to say a prayer?
Must I prove to you how good we are together?
Do I have to say the words
Rescue me from despair
Tell me you will be there
Rescue me - darlin rescue me
Every dream that we share
Every cross that we bear
Come to me - darling rescue me
song performed by by Bryan Adams from Waking Up The Neighbours
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Silent Dispair
Silent Despair
I sit here sad and it's still the same,
Crying for hours holding in all the pain.
How you can sit and pretend everything's OK,
Continue moving on, day after day.
So as I continue to carry my silent guilt,
Wondering if my life can ever be rebuilt.
All the tears I weep when I' m all alone,
Behind my wall that has increasing grown.
Reflects some of the pain that tortures me,
I've tried and tried and can't seem to get free
The deepest scars of my life inflicted with such pain,
Of the betrayal that prevents me from being whole again
.
The trust that now has been broken, is there even a repair?
To free me from the darkest haunts of my silent despair.
Jim 1985
poem by James Casey
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Flowers, Beautiful Flowers
Life is that precious and divine,
Souls journey as per schedule,
Visit places and people,
smile and laugh,
Weep and cry together,
Come alone and go alone,
Nothing brought, nothing taken!
Just it is like flower,
Blossom and spread its fragrance,
Put a signature on several hearts,
Gone flower, never come,
Memory of its beauty,
Aura remains all the time everywhere
In hearts of those who had seen it!
People too are like flowers,
That flowers in the garden of divine,
Some are beautiful,
Some by their wisdom and knowledge,
Some with deeds and virtues,
Flowers, beautiful flowers of God's Garden!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Today... 'The Branch of the root of Jesse
From the Root of Jesse there came a Rod
and He became known as the Son of God.
From Jesse's stump a branch began to grow
that no one was able to overthrow.
On Him The Holy Spirit came to rest
and because of Him the people were blessed.
His delight is in the Fear of the Lord
and in Him dwelt all the wisdom of God.
For He will not judge by just what He sees
and neither will he seek all men to please.
Righteousness He will wear as a belt
and the Rod of His mouth will then be felt.
On Him the Spirit of the Lord will rest
with Divine understanding He is blessed.
Spirit of counsel and power endeared
filled with the power of the Lord He feared.
The fruit of the Spirit this Branch shall bear
and Faithfulness as a sash He will wear.
with breath from His lips the wicked He slays
and righteousness shall be His belt always.
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Everyone I Hold Dear
Today I ran away
to the library
with a headache
read The Cosmos Divine
Wilcock says
suffering results when
we feel we have been
abandoned by God
Friendship leads to
depression and despair
when friends are not there -
then I understood
The cause of the
pain in my head
pills never help for
pain of the heart…
I stayed away
from the Service
held for Xolile
convinced I was ill –
And I am –
sick of heart
feeling despair
because he is gone
I feel betrayed
he should have stayed
being good and kind -
he helped me to find
Reason within
office routine…
couldn’t work today
frozen in despair
Felt only sadness
that my friend is gone
just like Beryl, Betsie
Corinne and Delien
I fear the loss of
everyone
I hold
dear…
The Divine Cosmos by David Wilcock
poem by Margaret Alice
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The Eternal Goodness
O Friends! with whom my feet have trod
The quiet aisles of prayer,
Glad witness to your zeal for God
And love of man I bear.
I trace your lines of argument;
Your logic linked and strong
I weigh as one who dreads dissent,
And fears a doubt as wrong.
But still my human hands are weak
To hold your iron creeds:
Against the words ye bid me speak
My heart within me pleads.
Who fathoms the Eternal Thought?
Who talks of scheme and plan?
The Lord is God! He needeth not
The poor device of man.
I walk with bare, hushed feet the ground
Ye tread with boldness shod;
I dare not fix with mete and bound
The love and power of God.
Ye praise His justice; even such
His pitying love I deem:
Ye seek a king; I fain would touch
The robe that hath no seam.
Ye see the curse which overbroods
A world of pain and loss;
I hear our Lord's beatitudes
And prayer upon the cross.
More than your schoolmen teach, within
Myself, alas! I know:
Too dark ye cannot paint the sin,
Too small the merit show.
I bow my forehead to the dust,
I veil mine eyes for shame,
And urge, in trembling self-distrust,
A prayer without a claim.
I see the wrong that round me lies,
I feel the guilt within;
I hear, with groan and travail-cries,
The world confess its sin.
Yet, in the maddening maze of things,
And tossed by storm and flood,
To one fixed trust my spirit clings;
I know that God is good!
Not mine to look where cherubim
And seraphs may not see,
But nothing can be good in Him
Which evil is in me.
The wrong that pains my soul below
I dare not throne above,
I know not of His hate, - I know
His goodness and His love.
I dimly guess from blessings known
Of greater out of sight,
And, with the chastened Psalmist, own
His judgments too are right.
I long for household voices gone.
For vanished smiles I long,
But God hath led my dear ones on,
And He can do no wrong.
I know not what the future hath
Of marvel or surprise,
Assured alone that life and death
His mercy underlies.
And if my heart and flesh are weak
To bear an untried pain,
The bruised reed He will not break,
But strengthen and sustain.
No offering of my own I have,
Nor works my faith to prove;
I can but give the gifts He gave,
And plead His love for love.
And so beside the Silent Sea
I wait the muffled oar;
No harm from Him can come to me
On ocean or on shore.
I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.
O brothers! if my faith is vain,
If hopes like these betray,
Pray for me that my feet may gain
The sure and safer way.
And Thou, O Lord! by whom are seen
Thy creatures as they be,
Forgive me if too close I lean
My human heart on Thee!
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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O Angel...
O Angel,
In the time of love,
Life is a silent prayer
All silent prayers!
Don't know how to describe you!
You:
The soul of innocence
Or innocence of the soul,
The soul of pain
Or pain of the soul,
The soul of loneliness
Or loneliness of the soul,
The soul of poetry
Or the poetry of the soul.......
Or
The soul of all souls
Wild with love at heart?
Who are you?
Days of love are
The days of pain never ending,
Days of pleasure immense!
Yes, the are the days of purge!
Like a wildfire, your words
Torment my soul...
Like a gentle caress,
Helps me resurrect like Phoenix...
Like a butterfly,
I flutter to kiss
All your dream-flowers
To enjoy all the hidden metaphors.....
A creative heart
Likes to be naked
And tormented always!
I know that
You are weaving wings for...................
poem by Premji Premji
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Pain Shall Have No Power
The pain we hate shall have no lasting power,
And weak it will be when we shall see the sane,
Go without dominion into deaths final hour,
Sink into the ground where they will rise again.
Caught up to the stars to have their names regain,
When new breath is blown upon their dry bones,
Pain shall have no power nor leave the sting of stain,
Lying under wet earth to clean splintered stones.
Where the wind blows a rose will bloom more,
And lift our heads to see the rainbow in heaven,
But your shadow will bring the clouds together,
Spilt colorful bow until the clouds break down.
Faith in God shall give the sinews strength,
And overcome the cries to the distant ears,
Though changing years have split friends by health,
The pain we hate shall be forgotten in tears.
And no more bright daisies made sad by fear,
Strapped to guilt when they love to pray,
The pain we hate shall have no lasting power,
And our brief parting shall only be for a day.
poem by Gerry Legister
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Momma This Pain
As I lay in my bed
Fear takes over me
Wondering what could take hold of me
Momma i've cried
Momma i've laid
But this fear is pain
Not like any pain
The pain you feel when a womb can't heal
A pain you feel when you take a bad pill
Where no matter how hard you try to breath
It seem like nothing will work
I reach out
Trying to feel but I reach for air trying to breathe
Momma I'm scared please help me
But it seem like you're not listening to me
Momma this pain is worst than many
This pain is worst than any
It feels like I'm dyeing
I can't breath
I see your shadow help me as I try and talk
You smile instead, can't you see I can't walk
Momma can you hear me
Momma this pain
Momma this death feels like nothing
I feel free I have no feeling
I feel like I'm lifting air
So you feel it
Momma I feel no pain
Momma no pain, no pain
Momma I'm free, no more pain
poem by Raesheka Antwine
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April Notes
O April!
You are the cruelest of
all months!
You know April,
love is a silent killer!
Comes like a sniper,
fires cannonballs into
silent hearts!
Changes them like
erupt volcanoes!
Transforms
every mind,
every moment cancerous
which multiply in
unknown progressions,
chain reactions
and I am sinking like Titanic!
O April!
Please don't torment me
with your flowers yellow,
stop your big bangs!
Kiss my soul
with your warm lips
and let it be one among
your everlasting flowers!
10.04.98
poem by Premji Premji
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Vortex
Internal combustion
Multiple personalities
Terror inside of me
A mask of silent agony
Curse the falling rain
The vortex of pain
As medieval as merlin
A pact for power was made
Lucifer in transition
Its time the price was paid
Searching the domain
The vortex of pain
A telestic message
Writtin in torment
Howl out dirges
Like the horns of jericho
Distorted faces
Writhing in rage
Walls of purgatory
Tumble down
Endless death
The jewls of a crown
song performed by by Megadeth
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The Christian’s New Year Prayer
Thou Christ of mine, Thy gracious ear low bending
Through these glad New Year days,
To catch the countless prayers to heaven ascending –
For e’en hard hearts do raise
Some secret wish for fame, or gold, or power,
Or freedom from all care –
Dear, patient Christ, who listeneth hour on hour,
Hear now a Christian’s prayer.
Let this young year, silent, walks beside me,
Be as a means of grace
To lead me up, no matter what betide me,
Nearer the Master’s face.
If it need be ere I reach the Fountain
Where living waters play,
My feet should bleed from sharp stones on the mountain,
Then cast them in my way.
If my vain soul needs blows and bitter losses
To shape it for Thy crown,
Then bruise it, burn it, burden it with crosses,
With sorrows bear it down.
Do what Thou wilt to mould me to Thy pleasure,
And if I should complain,
Heap full of anguish yet another measure
Until I smile at pain.
Send dangers – deaths! but tell me how to dare them;
Enfold me in Thy care.
Send trials, tears! but give me strength to bear them –
This is a Christian’s prayer.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Hunt within
I,
Smile, to my audience
Bow before my pain.
Sing the song of loneliness
mask it with a laugh in vain.
If only you could see; this pain does not have to be.
The hands I feel grasp my chest,
The piercing screams inside,
I know that I'm just prey walking in the hunters grasp, asking for the pain.
But although I feel my strain I know it is not in vain,
So I,
Smile, to my audience
Bow before my pain.
Sing the song of loneliness
Mask it with a laugh in vain.
I feel myself slipping, evil greed poisoning the good; maybe I'm just blind.
I'm the hunter in the dark
The lurk of a selfish need,
I cannot bear to hurt someone else, I can only hurt me.
So I,
Smile, to my audience
Bow before my pain.
Sing the song of loneliness
Mask it with a laugh in vain.
Just the want to feel loved, is making me a monster.
I'm the scratches in my heart
I slowly go insane.
I have no way to walk away; my howl is in a strain,
But I,
Smile, to my audience
Bow before my pain.
Sing the song of loneliness
Mask it with a laugh in vain.
Hope you will see through this mask,
And save what's left of the heart I stained.
poem by April Swan
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Elephants & Flowers
Boy is lonely on a burning hot summer night
Hes looking 4 some action, hes looking 4 a fight
Hes looking 4 a saviour in a city full of fools
Maybe he just needs a good talker to give him a good talking 2.
Can we talk baby? strip down, strip down.
I think Im gonna fall in love tonight.
Elephants and flowers, hot sweaty light paints a picture red and gold
On a crowd of naked bodies stripped down to their very souls
How can he find a shy angel in a city so bold (so bold)
He cant even find a place 2 dance, this is rock and roll.
Strip down, strip down, elephants and flowers
Is everybody ready? here we go.
Love the one who is love, (love) the one who gives us the power, (power)
The one who made everything, (what? ) elephants and flowers (what will he do? )
The one who will listen when all others will not.
There will be peace 4 those who love God a lot.
Elephants and flowers. strip down. think Im gonna fall in love tonight.
When I do, there wont be no more (confusion)
There wont be no more (no tears)
There wont be no more enemies, so that eliminates all the fear
And there wont be no sorrow, (sorrow)
There wont be no pain, (no pain)
There wont be no ball and no chain
Strip down, strip down. elephants and flowers.
Boy is lonely on a burning hot summer night
Hes looking 4 an angel to hold him til the morning light
Here we go.
Love the one who is love, (well) the one who gives us the power, (power)
The one who made everything, (everything) elephants and flowers (oh, yeah)
The one who will listen when all others will not. (all others will not)
There will be peace 4 those who love God a lot.
Here we go.
Love the one who is love, (love) the one who gives us the power, (power)
The one who made everything, (what? ) elephants and flowers (what will he do? )
The one who will listen when all others will not.
There will be peace 4 those who love God a lot.
song performed by by Prince
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Do You See Me
Look in my eyes
can you feel the pain that I feel
so many times that I've cried
but can you see, or is it invisible tears i share
as you sleep safe and sound
can you hear my heart beat
fading as I scream out your name
could you be the reason for my pain
or am I the reason for my own
why is it so much easier to put the blame
rather than deal with the shame
forcing a smile, to take the focus off my eyes
you may never know how I truly feel
I wear a mask, as I play a part
yes I've got the world fooled
you may never see the tears that I share
a lonely heart, all smiles, no frowns
my pain is for my eyes only
so only I know, only I will bare.
poem by Kelvin Owusu
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