Encircled Triage
Life is an empty abode
Built on the verge of
An invisible road
Leading to perpetual death
Muted in an eternal mode
Deprived of an omen
Or a node
Red, yellow, green
Encircled in a triadic universal code.
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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Sonnet: Road to Heaven
Just like some roads that lead me to my home,
And many others that cannot so do,
So do some roads surely lead me to You,
And some cannot no matter how I roam.
Like how I know the nature of the road,
The time and stress involved whenev’r I go,
God gives us freedom to choose yes or no,
The road we want to take, time, strain and mode.
But how can we ever reach His abode,
When we take roads that do not lead to it?
Just like road-rules, God gives us each His code;
Following it is easy by habit.
To reach our home, we must choose the right road;
So must we choose right road to God’s abode.
poem by John Celes
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Out Of Frustration
Frustration seems to fill their day, as they live life’s empty way,
Troubles coursing through their life, simply add to all that strife.
Having all they seem to want, but their life is empty to be blunt,
Empty of The Lord’s peace within, in this world marred with sin.
When they run into frustration, they know not God’s Revelation,
They have not God’s inner peace, when their trials do not cease,
Anxious hours, each day they spend, asking when will it all end,
Looking down a tunnel of night, and not seeing any hint of light.
In their world, they pack their life, with no room for Jesus Christ,
As issues of a temporal kind, fill both their heart and their mind.
When trouble comes down the road, all alone they bear the load,
Never looking to The Lord, who, through Christ, can be implored.
Besieged with life’s uncertainty, not seeking The God of Eternity,
They’ll live this earthly life alone, while their life they just bemoan.
Oh if these men could only see, The God who loves you and me,
With open arms waiting to, receive their life, to see them through.
God will send them a friend and guide, to always be by their side,
The Shepherd with staff and rod, as guide, upon this earthly sod,
A Savior, who will give them rest, no matter how severe their test,
Leading them off an earthy road, to an everlasting eternal abode.
Just look for M' Lady Ernestine
The Daffodils in massed array
their yellow trumpets on display
are flaunting beauty shamelessly
. They see no need for modesty.
Their growing season all too brief.
‘Till time the ever present thief.
Robs them of their vitality
a crime of opportunity.
The early springtime beauty show
of yellow blooms which freely grow
along the verge of every road.
Natural beauty a la mode.
Some pass them by unseeingly.
For them I have no sympathy.
2-Apr-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Refusing To Believe
Some men just refuse to believe, in a God they cannot conceive,
In their heart or in their mind, so they put all Truth of God behind,
Following yet, man’s empty ideas, as Satan continually deceives,
Through empty theories of men, empty beliefs God will condemn.
Satan craftily uses evolution, in leading man’s spiritual revolution,
Revolting against God, over all, Who, reigns over this earthly ball,
The Lord God man simply jeers, creating time of billions of years,
This, through man’s empty theory, ignoring proven biblical history.
With man rebelling against The Lord, all biblical truths are ignored,
Becoming his own god on earth, in Jesus Christ he sees no worth,
Removing God from all he believes, as Satan, endlessly deceives,
Success, for the god of this world, as his deceptions are unfurled.
The devil hardens the heart of man, to guide him into a darker plan,
A plan Satan started in Paradise, so man today must pay the price,
For rejecting God’s Eternal Truth, facing alone His Eternal Reproof,
Which follows man’s last breath, with that price being eternal death.
All this as man refuses to believe, God, from Who they can receive,
The Lord’s gift of Everlasting Life, through God’s Son Jesus Christ,
Who bore man’s death on Calvary, so that all men can live eternally,
But continued unbelief my friend, and eternal death will be your end.
Freedom Through Wisdom
Today 'freedom' is a misunderstood word,
There are many ways to translate its worth.
Many thinks they are free, but we can question that,
Each must walk on the yellow brick road to understand the bet.
In this life we are all walking on or beside the yellow brick road,
Since yellow means wisdom, we learn lessons one by one in a special mode
Sometimes we learn, sometimes just stagnate on some way,
Fighting with others, take smoke, drugs, alcohol or as he/she may.
However, if we find the right faith in the Power of the Universe,
By arriving at the end of the yellow road we can transverse.
We'll reborn without dying finding what we always suppressed,
We can love life, forever be free and blessed.
Fearless to face our problems and call them all 'good',
We'll know all are lessons; we have to solve them as we could,
Eventually we understand all was necessary for us to grow,
Become better, stronger, and wiser by overcoming each woe.
We'll find that nobody can force us to understand,
Each of us has to arrive to the answer without force or bend,
Then we can continue walking on the yellow brick road,
In peace, true happiness, learn lessons and hope each will be a light load.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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New For Old
Bud blisters into life
Stretching for the light
Unfolding radiant green
Upturned palm to the sun
Life seeping in, breathing out
Green, Green so Green
Resurrected hope, so Green
Summer breeze stroking
Branches ebb and flow
Leaves so Green strong now
Fear not wind of change
Mellow summer turns
Green, green, green-yellow
Yellow area of dieing heart
Green lingers no more
Limp transparent yellow
Barely a breeze takes one
Fierce Hyde-like wind now
Cracking and ripping
Wind torn leaves fall
Life chords snapped
Death too early, still Green
Nourishment broken not ended
Seasons build up to tear down
To build up, to tear down
Leaves fall, Green leaves fall
And then some more
Until leaves are falling, falling
Trees and branches revealed
In the x-ray of autumn blast
Winter is coming
Winter is coming
Yellow pale yellow carpet
Beneath the naked tree
Yellow, mulchy brown
Once crisp leaves scatter
Green, yellow, transparent veins
Tired, half dead, leaves lose their grip
Join the autumn rain soaked mound
Providing new life to the roots
Old for new, New for Old
Seeds buried in death
Bring new life in Spring
In the end is the beginning.
poem by Adrian Wait
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Mute Gods
what do gods
generally talk
among themselves?
do they laugh
at the human foolishness?
amused at how they are
outsmarted by them?
i can never decipher
the language they express
in birth and death
the sound of sighs
that reach them from the earth
how do they absorb?
how do they?
my empty hands rise in muted sorrow
towards the invisible abodes
like those habitual waves in the sea
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Universal Traveler
Universal Traveler - Air
(Talkie Walkie; Trans. by Tish)
I know so many
Places in the world
I follow the sun
In my silver plane
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
If you have a look
Outside on the sea
Everything is white
It's so wonderful
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
So far
So far
So far away
I met so many
People in my life
I've got many friends
Who can care for me
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Trust fills everywhere ?
And tomorrow
Is a brand new day
Let's go somewhere else
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
So far
So far
So far away
So far
So far
So far away
So far
So far
So far away
So far
So far
So far away
song performed by by Air
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Christ Still Redeems
Short and abrupt they seem to be; almost miserable is what it seems,
Filled with discontent and a need, yet they go on with empty dreams.
Searching alone to fill their need, they fall into many evil schemes,
But look to your Eternal needs, and you’ll find Christ still redeems.
This life is filled with vanity, chasing dreams that just won’t be,
Pursuing dreams of vanity, your heart and life will remain empty.
But Christ came that we may have life, and have it more abundantly,
Yes He gives you life abundantly, step out in faith and you will see.
God knows your needs, it is true, and it doesn’t matter what you do,
Seek first God’s Kingdom and all of your needs will be given to you,
Once you’re in Christ old things fade, and He makes all things new,
He’s coming back to take you to a new place He’s prepared for you.
Many are walking the empty and deceptive road of self gratification,
Although satisfied for a time, they will face eternal condemnation.
There is another road to select, with a sure everlasting foundation,
This road is free of man’s deception and it leads to God’s Salvation.
Busy at life taking care of needs, I didn’t need God, so it seemed,
But life can be quite empty indeed, trying to be one who’s esteemed.
Now that I’m saved and doing God’s deeds, never once had I dreamed,
That I would be attempting to lead you to be one of God’s Redeemed.
He Was Truly Gracious To Me
From Heaven above The Lord reached down from His Glorious Throne,
He reached down into my depravity to make me one of His very own.
He then removed the veil of sin from my eyes and helped me to see,
I had now become a new creature in Christ, as He was gracious to me.
He also put behind me my old wicked life filled with sin and shame,
And in His Righteousness I shall stand before Him without any blame.
He took me off the road that was leading me Eternally the wrong way,
And He led me to The Way that will take me to Him Eternally one day.
He took me off shifting unstable ground where my steps were unsure,
And placed me upon The Eternal Rock where my path is forever secure.
He took my empty depraved soul that was unknowingly headed for Hell,
And He sent The Holy Spirit to reside in me until Eternity to dwell.
And He taught me the Eternal Truth of God which I never knew before,
That Jesus' death on Calvary gave me a hope that's absolutely sure.
This new Hope and assurance in Jesus Christ I just could not ignore,
So He gave me a boldness to share this Hope at every available door.
That His death brings life to those who believe through a new birth,
And an abundant life of peace and joy while we remain on the earth.
Indeed The Lord above has truly been gracious and very good to me,
My friend, He'll be gracious to you, simply believe and you'll see.
(Copyright © 12/2002)
The Yellow Ribbon On The Old Oak Tree
who can forget the yellow ribbon
on that old oak tree? tell me.
tomorrow, i shall wear my yellow cap
my yellow shirt, my yellow brief,
my yellow pants.
my jaundiced eye, my golden yellow ring.
tomorrow, in my country, the sky is yellow.
all steps lead to the yellow brick road.
all fruits are ripe and mellow and yellow.
Tomorrow, the country is yellow.
Yellow for integrity, Yellow for change.
Yellow for justice. Yellow for truth.
One day more, and the sun shall rise
Yellow as ever.Yellow forever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Procession
The legislators pass along
A solemn, self-important throng!
Just raised from the common mass,
They feel themselves another class.
--But let them in the sunshine play
For every dog must have his day.
There moves the law's close-wedged band
The scourge and terror of the land!
Pandora's box replete with ills
Not half so baleful as their quills.
The sons of Galen, ghastly crew!
Next pass in horrible review:
Arm'd with each instrument of death
To sap the citadel of Health.
Ten thousand times ten thousand fall
And physic's monster gulps down all.
Bellona's sons, a num'rous train,
now darken all the dusky plain!
--War, their amusement, Death their trade
And the one sin, to be afraid.
They're but another dire disease
The soul from prison to release:
And man forlorn, as well may be
A prey to steel as malady:
Explore he must the mortal road,
The only diff'rence is the mode.
The men in black bring up the rear,
More warm to preach than folks to hear:
Each points to his own fav'rite road
As leading to the blest abode;
Proclaiming loud that all are wrong
Who don't around his banners throng,
Till, all confounded, FAITH retires
And frighten'd CHARITY expires.
poem by Major Henry Livingston Jr.
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Slave Rebellion
Time belongs to those who own the hours.
Love to hearts exchanging eternal vows.
Life to death in selfishness a lifetime sours.
Faith sustains rules angelic universal powers.
Time belongs to fat vultures
who own exploit tyrant hours.
Love to merging hearts exchanging
soul felt sacred eternal vows.
Death to bloated eternal selfishness
many a wicked wasted lifetime sows.
But faith sustains God sent rules
life saving angelic universal powers.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lone Yellow Flower Waves In The Open Fields
lone yellow flower
waves in the open fields
bowing according to the tune
among the sea of green;
lone yellow flower has no one to blame
and it seeks none to praise
for it knows all life comes in
when the conditions are right;
lone yellow flower knows
death comes in like the wind;
lone yellow flower
is never alone
for it is a part of the expression
of the earth and time and the universe;
lone yellow flower sees what is before and around
lone yellow flower observes what is within and about
and so lone yellow flower lives with no delusions
no beliefs of heaven and hell
fears none and does not live or die
to please or amuse or appease;
and lone yellow flower
blossoms and shines
and shrivels and ceases
in harmony
with what actually is;
lone yellow flower
waves in the open fields
bowing according to the tune
among the sea of green
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Secret Code
The secret code of man,
The secret code of woman,
The secret copde of life,
And the secret code of the Creator;
May the road rise up to meet you!
For it the spirit that guides ones life.
May the rain fall softly upon your fields!
May the sun shine warm upon your face!
May Yahweh hold you in the palm of His hand!
And open your eyes and start to see,
For hatred is the main cause of death on this earth.
A leopard with four wings like a fowl,
A lion with eagle's wings,
A bear with three ribs in its mouth,
All in the night of visions with my muse;
But all offerings must be salted with love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sonnet: The Road to Heaven
The road to Heaven’s narrow, clear and straight;
The travel isn’t so very difficult;
With sinful burden, one can’t pass the gate;
But grace of God can freely catapult.
There isn’t a shortcut to Heaven’s Abode;
Our earthly stay, prepares us for this Home;
Nevertheless, we ought to keep its code;
The pure of heart are always most welcome.
The road to Heaven’s safe as safe can be;
God is our Guide, dependable truly;
While on this road, ensured is our journey;
Virtues, Good deeds- happen to be the key.
This road leads righteous ones to God’s city;
’Tis worth the labor for Eternity.
poem by John Celes
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Forever Young (Death Poem)
Adrenaline invincible speed empty road 3am,
Invisible tree stops speed & time forever.
Loved one’s anguish howl from 5am knock,
“Your baby died in a wreck on the highway”,
His 30 seconds of fame on the 8am news.
Life must go on for those not forever young,
Empty chair, empty life and broken hearts,
Missing him every second now forever old,
Anger at the waste of young life cut short.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Our Heav'nly Race
Just two, two choices we’ve got on this planet:
life, life and death, death;
life on earth, eternal life in heav’n above,
and death here on earth, eternal death in hell below.
But questions, questions ask we ourselves below:
‘How do we live here on this planet? ’
‘what’s our rewards aft’r death? ’
Death is inevitable gentle young man:
plants die, animals die, we too must die
and sleep in Mr. Death’s grave;
we must die in flesh, not on soul returning to God.
Isaiah holiness, let’s accept
that our death may be our sweet pillow for rest
or we due to second death eternal in hell!
poem by Eche Ononukwe
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How Many Shades Of Green
HOW MANY SHADES OF GREEN
How many shades of green
Olive green
Dark green
Light green
Yellow green
How many shades of yellow
Deep yellow
Rose yellow
Sun yellow
Morning light yellow
How many shades of light
How much light
How much Beauty in the world
How much Light-
How much- God.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A lane in England
In autumn I walked in England
in a lane full of trees
where leaves lay auburn
on a road wet from rain.
Barren, stripped oak trees
were between other green ones
and it was as if I was going
right through a tunnel
with here and there trees
of which the leaves were more yellow.
In the distance the road bended to the right
where a bush fence
cut neatly square
and telephone poles
ran along the edge of the road
and the green moss banks
were covered with auburn leaves
at places
and on the other side
of the road
a shrub stretched out green and long
like a sausage
that was lying next to the road
and I would love
to have a lane like that
next to my driveway.
poem by Gert Strydom
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