What By Many Be Read In Shades Of Darkness
Is just a your pain sprinkled across the face of the earth
Final testimonies of Hypostases that no gnostic reading could capture
Before drowning under an avalanche of self made face concepts
And this urge to create in an image born in you and self moved
Through the winds and hues in all perceived cold and warm colours
Opened for everything that comes on a bait of St. Bartholomeus’s skin
Or a seam of St. Elijah’s red gown when he dropped it to his successor
As he was soaring up to the sky
We too human are far from being saints
But I can feel I create am created in your image
The body of words I gladly cast to whoever is willing to eat
As the body no longer belongs to me
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Theory of Evolution in Islam
The holy Koran supports
Theory of evolution
But it opines that
God has created human at first
In a different way
Since humans are His best creation
The angels took mud from the earth
To God’s main court in paradise
Then God expanded His visible glow
So that the angels can see His body
And make a body like His body with it
But the angels were unable
To make the face
Because God’s body
Is the most beautiful thing
Consequently
God’s body made the face
Of Adam with His own hand
And gave finishing touch
Then he breathed into
Adam’s body a soul
And Adam became alive
Afterward
God created Eve
From a bone of Adam’s breast
By necessary genetic mutations.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Images
I have an image in my head,
It's of my mother
in an old pinny,
her hard, broad hands
that were soft and plump on the palm,
with cigarette yellow
at the fingertips.
I have this image in my head
It's of her with a washing board,
sighing, tired
and me, small and tubby,
taking mini steps
towards the wringer,
'can I do it mummy, can I do it'
I have this image in my head
of her face, all lit up,
her excitement
at her first ‘twin tub'
and my heart aches for her.
I see her poor, over worked body,
her anguished face and I cry for her.
I have this image in my head
and it never fades.
I wish she'd had a better life,
taken more care of herself.
She had this matter of fact attitude,
resololute, never to give in
and at the end, when all was done
there was nothing left but pain.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Building My Body
I'm building my body
I'm happy when I'm building my body
I'm tired of fighting, let's make friends
I'm tired of burning both ends
That's why I'm building my body
It hurts me but I'm building my body
And I know what the pain is worth
I know I feel the pain of birth
I'm pushin' up
And gettin' down with my body
There's no-one else around with my body
One look says I'm a stone disgrace
Don't kick no sand in my face
Because I'm building my body strong
I'm watching what I eat
And I'm sorting out right from wrong
Hey, not a lot of meat
And I know that it won't be long
Before I gotta quit smoking
Because I'm building my body
I'm peaceful when I'm building my body
I'm sweating out mistakes I've made
I'm getting back the dues I've paid
I'm doing more
And getting sore with my body
But I'm gaining a rapport with my body
And this seems like the perfect time
They say I'm in my prime
That's why I'm building my body strong
I'm thinking at the table
And I'm sorting out right from wrong
I'm reading every label
And I know that it won't be long
Before I gotta quit smoking
'Cause I'm building my body
There's someone else inside of my body
He's waiting to be born again
song performed by by Don McLean
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I think that you have to present an image that is... true to you, and... the way you would like to be perceived, so I think that through the years I've worked really hard at trying to create an image that is true to me.
quote by Kristanna Loken
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Dry leaf
We are social animal alright
Meant to fool all and fight
Create controversy and question creator
Forget our own existence and try to fool the mentors
As you feel the hungry, you take the food
As you grow in age, you feel nice and good
Human mind may never allow being at rest
Live happily as much as you can and think of best
What has happened to all of us?
Raising the finger of doubt with mistrust?
Are we in position to create human body?
Is it not the work of only almighty?
Let us not fool ourselves and claim ignorance
You are on this beautiful earth merely by chance
Think for a second and leave the doubt
There is nothing much to talk about
We shall remain at his mercy all the times
We may feel powerful at some give point of time
Nevertheless we are pawn in his game
You will never be able to find where from you came
I feel shame about arguments and laugh it out
We have no ability to hold strong with roots
We can be no more within friction of second
As everybody is destined to end
Peace thought and love only come from humble person
If he is wicked then he will escape it with many reasons
If he is arrogant with power then he may boost his image
Only to come down on earth like blank page
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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True revolutionaries are like God - they create the world in their own image. Our awesome responsibility to ourselves, to our children, and to the future is to create ourselves in the image of goodness, because the future depends on the nobility of our imaginings.
quote by Barbara Grizzuti Harrison
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Almighty, Please Give Me Beautiful Heart!
When I look into your eyes,
Reflected image of my being,
there I found my eyes,
My eyes found themselves in yours!
When your eyes shine,
How can I believe myself,
When my image is so small,
What growth may make me,
great in your eyes?
I imagine what may be my size,
if that small lens capture half world,
Is image large when you are so near,
your image cover whole world,
I can't see anything but you,
My eyes are blind to world!
But you look at the world,
how much I can be In Your eyes dear?
I was able to lose myself,
Trying to find myself in you,
Is it love or simply a madness,
Am I mad with my own desire?
Your eyes captured my image,
But with eyes you captured my soul,
By being is lame,
It can't walk,
Only sit where it is,
Absorbed in own calculations,
Absorbed in dreams and expectations,
My soul is not where it should be,
Gone out of my body,
It goes wherever you go,
Trying to measure your footsteps!
Strange enough, you are unmoved by me, Moved my soul,
like unmoved mover of souls,
Is it love? If it is, then what is use of this love,
Is it only to make me feel strain?
is it only to add more pain?
Why can't Almighty,
Give that beautiful heart,
Which can see and feel beloved within?
Please, Almighty, give me a beautiful heart!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Capture It
The crashing seas
A box of bees
Capture the Crashes
Capture the Buzz
A skateboarder's stunts
Simply having fun
Capture the Stunts
Capture the Fun
First day at school
First swim in the pool
Capture the Uniform
Capture the Ripples
There's an Image for Everything
Every Occasion
Capture the Image
Capture The Moment.
poem by Rachel Marlow
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Winds and Skirts
...it was the hem of her skirt I saw;
the wind, though blowing lightly,
revealed the contours of her frame.
Wished I could say I was not moved.
The host whisked her into a room
but the aroma of her perfume lingered.
Were I to see her face again,
I would not recognized it
but the hem of her skirt, well.
I stood there for an hour
with my face stuck to the pane;
my facial image is still there,
yet I did not see her.
I have smelled many perfumes since
and have seen many skirt hems...
What would I give to see her body
sway in the winds?
poem by Buxton Shippy
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What It Is Really?
somewhere our words take us
beyond
somehow we write because we
must rise
some build ships
some of us have to create an ocean to make these ships sail
some of us must know each feather to make us wings
some of us must assure that we too can fly
for we are part of this lonely planet looking for a cure
of humanity's universal sickness
this emptiness that no one feels
if i must, if need be, we too have to create God to create us
it is said He created us in His own image
and we who are lonely and fearful must accept and simply believe
we pay nothing for this
we only have an imagination
some of us has to settle in that bottom of faith
some floors must hold us as we float in space and need to land
we create floors we recreate the meaning of floating and settling
we are tired and what we need most is this peace
the calmness of everything is our dream
somewhere somehow we are and so we keep on writing
some of us has to imagine that we are at rest
some mock us because we seem to be always in motion
eternity, infinity, this somehow this somewhere
always taking us away from us
somehow somewhere we think we understand
we grope we feel and yet we are unable to hold any
and so we keep on saying and saying and saying
but what it is really? what it is really?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I have fallen into unconsciousness
I have got out of my own control, I have fallen into unconsciousness; in my utter unconsciousness how joyful I am with myself!
The darling sewed up my eyes so that I might not see other than him, so that suddenly I opened my eyes on his face.
My soul fought with me saying, “Do not pain me”; I said, “Take your divorce.” She said, “Grant it”; I granted it.
When my mother saw on my cheek the brand of your love she cut my umbilical cord on that, the moment I was born.
If I travel to heaven and read the Tablet of the Unseen, O you who are my soul’s salvation, without you how I am ruined!
When you cast aside the veil the dead become alive; the light of your face reminded me of the Covenant of Alast.
When I became lost, O soul, through love of the king of the peris, hidden from self and creatures, I am as if peri-born myself.
I said to the Tabriz of Shams-e Din, “O body, what are you?” Body said, “Earth”; Soul said, “I am distraught like the wind.”
The Obviousness Of You doing This
It must to you feel great,
To create an opposition.
Then to bait others...
To help keep it faked.
It does,
Doesn't it?
It has to.
The obviousness of you doing this,
Shows with a glow upon your face.
And those you have chosen to oppose,
Only play along as an added hobby.
Knowing it is your disgrace and not theirs,
You can not easily erase.
When the act of yours is traced.
And you are left without explanation.
It must to you feel great,
To create an opposition.
Then to bait others...
To help keep it faked.
It does,
Doesn't it?
It has to.
But it is your fate,
Tossed away.
With no escaping,
From the damage you make to fake...
An opposition!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Body To Body
Body, body, bo-bo-bo-body, body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
I love the way you make me feel
When you do what youre doing to me, oh
Touching me the way you do, you know, know youve got to feel it too
When you bodys next to mine, youve got me hypnotized
Body to body
Body to body
You know I like the way you do what you do when you do it to me, oh
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
Flowing through this magic night
I love to feel you hold me tight
You are the one thats right for me
You got me feeling tingaly
Share the night with stars above
I think Ive found this thing called love
Fever running through your eyes
You are my heavenly device
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
You opened up the world to me
You changed my life so tenderly
I know you are the only one
Youre brighter than the burning sun
Dont know where youre going to
I dont care as long as Im with you
That certain sparkle in your eyes
Has got me feeling oh so high
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
I like what you do when you do all those things to me
Body to body....
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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The image of myself which I try to create in my own mind in order that I may love myself is very different from the image which I try to create in the minds of others in order that they may love me.
quote by Wystan Hugh Auden
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Eros
Why hast thou nothing in thy face?
Thou idol of the human race,
Thou tyrant of the human heart,
The flower of lovely youth that art;
Yea, and that standest in thy youth
An image of eternal Truth,
With thy exuberant flesh so fair,
That only Pheidias might compare,
Ere from his chaste marmoreal form
Time had decayed the colours warm;
Like to his gods in thy proud dress,
Thy starry sheen of nakedness.
Surely thy body is thy mind,
For in thy face is nought to find,
Only thy soft unchristen’d smile,
That shadows neither love nor guile,
But shameless will and power immense,
In secret sensuous innocence.
O king of joy, what is thy thought?
I dream thou knowest it is nought,
And wouldst in darkness come, but thou
Makest the light where’er thou go.
Ah yet no victim of thy grace,
None who e’er long’d for thy embrace,
Hath cared to look upon thy face.
poem by Robert Seymour Bridges
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Words Of Tears..: '(
tears speak
what words can't speak
tears tell
what words can't tell
tears express
what words can't express
tears create the magic
what words can't create
pain tears heart
pain tears the life
pain has teared my heart
pain has teared my life
the pain he gave me
i can't forget
i still remember
his breath
his voice still rings in my ear
his presence is still felt
i seem to see his face in the crowd
why? why?
his soul lives on in me
yet it is the physical frame
why can i feel his pain
is it that thread of love
that binds us till restrain..
poem by Shania Bhayana
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The face of God
He carved my face in his effigy,
But so did he yours, and everybody else',
Probably seen him a thousand times,
I know he is looking at me now,
I feel his presence yet his face I neither see nor touch,
I seen his shadow though- only a torso,
Haunts me every time I look at mirrors, still waters,
I hear his voice, his face it describes, I still want to see him...
I gather polaroids of every being on earth and beyond,
Erect a decoupage of his supposedly image,
Does it look like me? Like you? Like every human? I cannot tell,
I cannot see it for my vision suddenly blurry,
Though not as radiant as I thought It be- atleast it smiles,
A man without a face, the face of God.
poem by Isunge Mwangase
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I think my being such a nomad let me into acting. I was always having to create a new image whenever we moved.
quote by Aidan Quinn
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I'm Human
my skin is black,
my skin is white;
my skin is brown,
my skin is red.
i speak my own language,
i have my own God,
whose name is different...
whose wisdom is similar!
i love my wife,
i love my children;
when they are hungry,
i do what it takes to feed them!
i want to work,
i dare to dream.
i care about what happens,
pray about what i cant change.
i want to love and be loved.
i want to live my dreams.
i believe in peace,
i protect my family.
i am human, just like you!
my blood is red.
i make mistakes, get knocked down....
but i get up!
i am human!
made in God's image.
i am the body
that God dreams through!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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God created man in His own image, says the Bible; philosophers reverse the process: they create God in theirs.
quote by Georg C. Lichtenberg
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