The Builders
Who knows what loss do we meet,
When spend moments of the life spoilingly,
And lazily surfeit the mouth of lust,
Turning back to the pure deeds of purity,
The curtain was raised for moments a few,
And I was shown the toiling busy hands,
Whose movements are attached to our deeds,
And was led to the world of sandy soil,
Uneven humps stretched beyond the sight,
Plains unvegetated, or without forest green,
Neither light nor darkness prevailed the zone.
A region was specified for the work of construction,
The fresh dug earth laid long in heaps,
Along the trenches of foundations deep,
Some half erect buildings I did see,
The rooms roofless, the yards wide open,
With no walls around, confining the lawns.
A team of laborers I did find resting,
Sitting alert in rows straight and long,
Besides them laid their shovels and pikes,
I was disclosed the mind baffling mystery,
“They are The Builders, move their hands,
When we perform the blessed living deeds,
And they take rest when humanity sleeps”.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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It Is You All The Way
during times of my confusion
when i have no one to trust
when there is simply no one that i can talk to
no one to be with
on these dark moments on these moments
that i feel like it is alright for me
to leave
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Just Do Your Deeds and Be Done With It
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
Why struggle against ignorance...
When the force of it,
Can create powerful setbacks.
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
Without the need to seek attention.
Your deeds done will speak for themselves.
Leave them to do what it is to benefit!
And go.
Those living to fulfill an ego,
Will never understand...
Why their lives lived,
Have less peace in them!
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
That is all The Almighty requires.
And this 'Deity' is the judge of your soul.
No other opinion does The One solicit!
Just do your deeds and be done with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deeds
Of all the greatest deeds
That man has ever conceived
It would be that one deed
That no-one ever did see.
The greatest deeds of them all
The one that people would recall
It would be that one deed
That no-one had ever saw.
The deeds that are always shown
Is like the wind that has blown
You are are cold and then awakened
But its memory is never known.
The good deeds that are quite
They are the ones with all the might
They are never, ever forgotten
And they are always in ones sight.
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Exploit So Massive
An exploit worth the wait is a massive deed,
Deeds and more deeds await the stranger
Who wears macabre sounds, noises of disgust.
The work is redundant since the horror of moments
Ceases and decreases, like grease has been overpowering.
The hair we wear is like no glaring habit,
It is the head of hair that makes you see further.
My piece of luck has finished due to deeds of redness
And blueness, both are due to blood and the sky at day.
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An uneven lot
My hands are uneven;
The one that seeks is long
And the other that lends is short.
My eyes are uneven;
The one for women is wide
And the other for the poor is weak..
My ears are uneven;
The one for applause is sharp
And the other for critics is weak.
My heart too is uneven;
The left half is fat for lust
And the right is thin for concern
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Everyone has turned like me;
The fabric is loosening
And selfishness brings ruins.
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Geraldine's Bus Ride to Work
Geraldine rides the bus to work.
She sways side to side with the
motion of the bus, sitting in the
compact human zoo, faces, limbs,
bodies, eyes, mouths. The sky
outside is an early morning icy blue.
A man opposite stares, his eyes
moving over her, his hands in his
lap, fingers playing with each other.
His eyes settle on her legs, drink
them in. She feels as if he were
undressing her, taking each item of
clothing off one by one. His eyes
are dark, deep set. She stares back
at him, takes in his lips, parted, thick
and saliva sits there. Her thoughts
move to Holly and the night before,
the game they played, the role plays,
the pre-sex drama. The man shifts
in his seat, wrinkles his nose, moves
his eyes to her breasts. She looks away,
senses his eyes fondling her tits, his
imaginary fingers groping. Holly would
have said something to the creep opposite,
would have shown him up, but she
doesn't have that way with her, she sits
it out, pushing thoughts of him away,
focuses on Holly's tongue licking the
inside of her thighs, sensation electrifying.
The man looks away, no doubt to masturbate
in his dark mind with his imaginary fingers.
Geraldine lets the thoughts of Holly and
her deeds linger, sucks in the hotness,
the scents, the sighs, the smells. She stares
at the man. He looks at his hands, his fingernails.
There is dirt beneath the nails, black as soot
as if he'd rooted in dark soil. She looks away;
Holly has set her (with her deeds) to sexual boil.
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Often Awed
A doer of good deeds,
Isn't sitting to receive accolades...
Heard,
In thunderous applause.
Thinking what is done is deserving of it.
A doer of good deeds done to do...
Is often awed,
That what is done naturally...
Gets any attention for those deeds done,
That pleases the giving of the doer...
Whose choice is the choosing,
Of the doing of those good deeds to do.
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Our deeds disguise us. People need endless time to try on their deeds, until each knows the proper deeds for him to do. But every day, every hour, rushes by. There is no time.
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Getting Good Deeds Done
The best of good deeds,
Are not the ones discussed to be done!
The best deeds that are good...
Are those deeds lived,
And done by the ones who know
When and how to give!
Getting deeds done
Without discussions,
Weaken good intentions...
With diminishing attention given!
And spoken words without action,
Provide no satisfaction.
Although distracts with attraction,
That gets everyone talking...
And then walking away,
Just to say,
They promised they would come!
They promised to provide support...
But not get involved,
With getting good deeds done.
They see deeds as no lasting remedy!
But distortions of their involvement,
In the eyes of everyone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lazy Lately
made them a play
laid by the sea
a lifetime of promises
translated to me
its been hard, hard, hard
its been so hard
easy to place , easy to fake
when i don't know about me
you know you'll be strong
shes far too young
if you got something to say
its easy to know
that you'll find me awake
leave me alone
heat of a gun
leads me to know, you've been
lazy lately, lazily
lazy lately, lazily
laid by the plain
raised by the sea
feels like a hologram, a halo underneath
its been high, high high
getting oh so high
raised by love
faced by the sea
a scene all alone
so i know why you come
its been high, high
getting oh so high
if you got something to say
its easy to know that
you'll find me awake
leave me alone
the heat of a gun
leads me to know, you've been
lazy lately, lazily
if you got something to say
see me alone
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leave me alone
the heat of a gun
leads me to know, you've been
lazy lately, lazily
lazy lately, lazily
if you got something to say
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The Cry Of Offspring
My grandfather
You have killed all panthers
And I can't see any panda
Is it because of thunder?
Sometimes I wonder
But in fact it's because of hunters
You built your home indeed
But you knowledge is like a homicide
Your absence of teeth makes you not to talk
But tell me why you stalk
Now your deeds without fears
Have lead to my tears
You found a nice vegetation
But you caused deforestation
You did too much destruction
But not construction
Your deeds without fears
Have lead to my tears
You knew that you bear
But you didn't care
Oh! That's not fair
You must be aware
Your deeds without fears
Have lead to my tears
Now people are still cutting down trees
And they don't want to cease
I can even cry when I gaze
Where am I going to graze
Ah! I'm on ablaze
A really big blaze
I can't see your love
Because you have made me to starve
You've finished all environmental stuff
Yet nothing I have
Your deeds without fears have lead to my tears
You are now telling me to plant
But I can't
Of course I can beautify
But I can't purify
Your deeds without fear
Have lead to my tears
I always think about the next stayers
Who will be there
Are they going to see even a hare
Of course they can fare
Provided they dare
And it's always in my prayer
Now the living ones
Let's stand again
So that we can gain
Let's replace what we obtain
If we cut one tree
We should plant more than three
Let's farm planet earth
We should make it wealth
To make our lives health
Let's make it green
For the shade of grandpa and granny
Because it's really sunny.
poem by Walani Ndhlovu
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Fleeting Moments
Blending bitter and sweet memories,
The fleeting moments pass quickly,
Fall into the measureless depth of past.
Inspire or despond when are recalled,
Flow too rapid like hissing water,
Of the silent brimming river,
That mixes opaque into clear blue,
To be poured into the gapped ocean,
With spacious belly never to be filled.
The moments in hands are precious,
And if coated with good deeds,
Make the past sweet, worth recalling,
But heinous deeds make them sooty sable,
Imprinting dark indelible stamps,
Only the bright eyes can read well,
The impressions on the countenance,
And ascetic or diabolical signs,
When one is old and close to death.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The Pansies
The beads we count, the words we speak,
The wrongs we commit, the deeds we perform,
Assume the shapes pleasing or shocking,
Of flames and fangs, or fruit palatable,
Or fragrant flowers scenting the breeze,
Become the agents soothing or tormenting.
High upward I was led the steps seven,
And strolled through the drooping tassels,
Overgrown, hanging laden with flowers,
Sheeting green the ground all around.
The route led then me to the plain vast,
Where I did see the nodding pansies,
Blossomed blue, yellow, pink and purple,
As myriad sucking butterflies sit still,
In the sun on the dewy grass of spring.
They all fluttered when the wind blew,
The spectrum of purity stretched
All around, but the yonder lands,
Beside the hillock were still drab,
Dull, unvegetated, yet to be made fertile,
And planted with more pansies.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Humanity's Home
When its hard to repair you have to be aware
Your deeds will make a change
so think a lot
And use the both
Your heart and your brain
Do your best
To make this world a better place
Don't forget that this world is not your own
Here's all humanity's home
There can be differences between your and your neighbor's thoughts
Your not living here alone
Therefore you've to be concerned
For your responsibity against all
So step back my fellow man and take a deep breath
Before taking a step look to the sky and try to see the beautiful face of God
And be aware don't forget that your wrongs can be your neighbors best thought
No one will survive to the end of the world
We all are travelers here
Today we are here
Tomorrow already is unseen,
so be aware of your deeds
Some can destroy some can build
Some cannot be rebuilt.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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The Word Became Flesh
Man on Earth will one day perish, but not so for The Word we cherish.
The Word of God that many treasure will indeed friend, go on forever.
In the beginning was The Word, this is a verse that many have heard,
And God was with The Word, this is what the Apostle John conferred.
And The Word indeed was God; and clearly said with a definitive nod.
The Word is Christ my friend, who had no beginning and has no end.
Christ is The Living Eternal Word, as many prophets have concurred.
The Word became flesh indeed, coming to earth as the promised seed.
Through Him all things were made as the heavens and earth were laid.
And in Him was life, my friend, and that life was the light of men.
Christ is the true Light of the world, this is the message to herald.
He came to give light to all men, but this they would not understand.
And though He created all things, the world did not recognize Him.
And John was sent to testify, that Christ was The Lord from on High.
Christ’s own people wouldn’t believe and Christ they did not receive.
He came to the darkness of men, but Light they could not comprehend.
Christ came as The Light of all men, but men liked darkness instead,
Not wanting The Light to reveal, that their many deeds were so evil.
But these men are much like the grass and their glory will not last,
But let The Light be your endeavor and like Him you will live forever.
(Copyright ©10/2004)
Those Hands Joining
Great grandma’s hands
Grandma’s, mama’s,
sister's hands
Aunt’s and niece’s
Hands, they join today
An epic telling the stories
About touch, about prayer,
About reaching, about the years
Of caressing and holding on
To love, persevering and
Resting the hands on the
Hands of the other hands
Those moments of silence
When the hands speak more
When the mouths accept
The loss of the power of words
When even the hearts give in
Because the hands are warmer
And so comforting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Deeds Of love
With ears, hear My word.
With feet, follow Me.
With hands, do My work,
today and endlessly.
With mouth, teach My gospel.
With head, bow in prayer.
With heart, show compassion
to My children everywhere.
With eyes, be ever searching.
looking for another's needs.
Let the love you have for Me
be shown by loving deeds.
poem by Ron Tranmer
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At Hansteen's Bier
God, we thank Thee for the dower
Thou gavest Norway in his power,
Whom in the grave we now shall lay!
Starlit paths of thoughts that awe us
His spirit found; his deeds now draw us
To deeds, as mighty magnets play.
He was the first to stand
A light in our free land;
Of our present the first fair crown,
The first renown,
At Norway's feet he laid it down.
We his shining honors sharing,
And humble now his body bearing,
Shall sing with all the world our praise.
God, who ever guides our nation,
Hath called us to a high vocation
And shown where He our goal doth raise.
People of Norway, glad
Go on, as God us bade!
God has roused you; He knows whereto,
Though we are few.
With Him our future we shall view.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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The Crown Of Life
THE days, the doubts, the dreams of pain
Are over, not to come again,
And from the menace of the night
Has dawned the day-star of delight:
My baby lies against me pressed--
Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed!
His little head upon my arm,
His little body soft and warm,
His little feet that cannot stand
Held in the heart of this, my hand.
His little mouth close on my breast--
Thus, Mary's Son, are mothers blessed.
All dreams of deeds, all deeds of day
Are very faint and far away,
Yet you some day will stand upright
And fight God's foes, in manhood's might,
You--tiny, worshipped, clasped, caressed--
Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed.
Whatever grief may come to be
This hour divine goes on for me.
All glorious is my little span,
Since I, like God, have made a man,
A little image of God's best--
Thus, Mary's Son, are mothers blessed.
Come change, come loss, come worlds of tears,
Come endless chain of empty years;
They cannot take away the hour
That gives me You--my bird, my flower!
Thank God for this! Leave God the rest!--
Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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