Bonds
To strengthen the bond reads in the books,
The wrong direction permits me to cry;
I nod and especially enjoy this arrangement
Of my life and earnings, the wages are correct.
My living confides in the laws of the land,
The nations construct my youth for their benefit.
Bonds reserve our souls to strongly instruct,
Best blessings conserve the young nation.
May we learn to love the suffered ones,
And live with inhabitants of certain clubs.
poem by Naveed Akram
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When One Is Young
When one is young,
Growing seems so slow...
The days go on forever.
And the nights are there to never,
Appear to go.
When one is young,
It seems no one will listen...
The adults seem to dismiss,
Whatever the young wants to know.
When,
One is young...
They think that they can get,
Anything that they wish.
No matter who delivers..
They want it quick.
And when one is young...
Life is not so precious.
And patience is not there...
When one is young.
When one is young...
Today they live with pressures,
To be more than expected.
And choose to be correct...
Without direction there!
When one is young...
Today they live with pressures,
To be more than expected.
And choose to be correct...
Without direction there!
When one is young...
Today they live with pressures,
To be more than expected.
Without direction there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bonds
The bond can be strong and unchangeable
It can make life worth living and bearable
But a bond not worth savaging is worth less
Than the mud on the bottom of a shoe from payless
Chosen bonds can make it through the worst storms
It far exceeds and surpasses the societies norms
Deviant one may say, but a worthless bond
It cheap and can sometimes be a con
The bond that is not even enough to withstand
The bond that can't even to begin to comprehend
It's not the bond someone can lay life
On, and you know when that bond is right
When all you see is the shinning lights
poem by Murasaki Kitsune
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I Can't Let It Go
If i die, i better go to heaven;
Because, i can't let this pass away from me.
I can't let it go!
Because, heaven is my home.
Life here on earth seems very strange to me!
So, if i die, i better go to heaven.
The masses are living in the dark thinking that, that is righ! !
For, they do not know the laws and the ways of the Creator.
Do learn about it and think about it!
For, we've got heaven and earth.
Look at the life styles being practiced around you today!
But, the wages of sin is death.
I better go to heaven if i die,
And, it is better to change positively to gain the keys to heaven.
let us put things right and let us love one another!
And, let us live by the laws of the Creator to gain heaven.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Last Living Souls
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Take a gun
Or how you say
That's no way you behave
Just a law, a new begin
Sing a song that doesn't sin
And it grows
Hey, you know
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last to get away to some another day?
Do we know
Well, we know
Doesn't seem to be complete
Are we, are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Get up, get up, get up, get up...
What you say?
Cause all I was on
I got it down wrong
I see myself to get
And the Lord, seeing all now
Can you take us in
The part that comin' on
The coldest man doesn't see it's all
We go to the car
I see you walk to the far
And when you get there do you see
You fit the last you need on me
Cause we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
Yeah, we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
song performed by by Gorillaz
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New Direction
Are we inviting God’s Righteous Wrath, on this present elected path?
Concerned not, of what we should be, but what’s in it for you and me.
Sold on prosperity we should have, which is simply a temporal salve,
Ignoring the Laws God decreed, His views and ways, we do not heed.
God’s people were, too destroyed, when in ignorance they employed,
A king to reign over them as a land, forsaking God’s Protective Hand,
Desiring a king, like other nations, they saw no spiritual complications.
Not seeing that their new direction, towards God, was a total rejection.
God’s Holy people had lost connection, with The God of their election,
One nation selected from the earth, to be for the Lord of special worth,
As He wanted to bless the other lands, through this work of His hands,
By God using but one tiny nation, to reach all others with His Salvation.
Not mentioned in God’s Revelation, is our richly blessed Gentile nation,
One nation from among the rest, which by God, has been truly blessed.
We once too sought God’s direction, within every choice and selection,
Back when as one nation under God, we truly sought His staff and rod.
Does our nation still in God abide, or have we pushed His Word aside?
As the world’s greatest Gentile power, are we moving to our final hour?
My friend, if this be true, let us learn, and back to God, we must return,
To be for God a much needed light, while we are in this darkened night.
(Copyright ©11/2008)
Bonds
Bonds are something we live with.
They tie people together
whether it be in love or friendship.
They are invisible strands of blessings,
which sometimes are very hard to break.
They hold two hearts together
through the turmoil
life can throw our way.
Sometimes the bonds are taunt,
other times they slackened a little bit,
but the bonds are there to remind us
we always need someone in our lives.
8 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Fighting Hospital
The fighting, the being sick was collapsing the building
Of right and not wrong, full of family and justice.
To decide a shock is to be made on the family of life
Is to let buildings crash, to let the hospitals be shut.
My nation shudders from the life of some patients
Who live alone and bend no laws yet get bent bones and wrong aches;
These aches are demonstrated by the young,
Youth is high, old age may triumph as higher
In pain and might, in guesses and facts.
The fighting and sickness shall end when games are over,
If certain doctors resent the game of tricky life.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Save Our Souls
Do you think you need to
save our souls?
What makes you think
our souls need saving?
Do you feel you need to
save our souls?
To save your own... wretched neck?
What have you done so wrong
you feel you need to
save our souls so badly?
“Blessings are for the head
of the righteous one, but
as regards the mouth of the wicked
ones, it covers up violence.” Proverbs 10: 6.
“He that is walking in integrity
will walk in security, but
he that is making his ways crooked
will make himself known.” Proverbs 10: 9.
Some of us need
only to go to church;
for weddings christenings or funerals;
driven in our own hearse.
It was Simon Peter who said...
“For a certainty I perceive
that God is not partial,
but in every nation the man
that fears him and works righteousness
is acceptable to him [God].” Acts 10: 34-35.
“For the hearers of the law are not
the ones righteous before God, but
the doers of law will be declared righteous.
For whenever people of the nations
that do not have law
do by nature the things of the law,
these people, although not having law,
are a law to themselves.
They are the very ones
who demonstrate the matter of the law
to be written in their hearts,
while their conscience is bearing witness
with them and, between
their own thoughts, they are being
accursed or even excused.” Romans 2: 13-15.
What bounty payment price
do you expect
for your supposedly unselfishly
saving our souls?
How is it that you do not
yet know that “Hatred is what stirs
up contentions, but love
covers over even all transgressions.” Proverbs 10: 12.
“By loving-kindness and true-ness
error is atoned for,
and in the fear of Jehovah
one turns away from bad.” Proverbs 16: 6.
What then is the inclination
of your heart? And what
does your conscience bear
witness for you to do?
Do you listen to your heart
your conscience?
Do you live by God’s laws
in righteousness?
Or is sin your joy your stumbling toy?
“And do not become fearful of those
that kill the body but cannot kill the soul;
but rather be in fear of him that can destroy
both soul and body in Gehenna.” Matthew 10: 28.
“For what benefit will it be to a man
if he gains the whole world
but forfeits his soul? Or what will a man
give in exchange for his soul? ” Matthew 16: 26.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Plums and Peaches
Offend nobody on this planet,
Fill in the form of life,
Offer the wages of an exemplary career,
Kick the backs of a wrong stranger.
May we offer the right results,
Mighty winds well up and dance,
Eddies cause us to strut,
Maybe the walking is profoundly grand.
Worlds create us when it is safe,
Plums and peaches can have juices
That we ingest to strengthen our opinions
About the way we live and learn.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Instruct a man, you instruct an individual. Instruct a woman, you instruct a nation.
A Mawkish Poem
1
When we laugh, we laugh
For the benefit of the dead
When we cry, we cry
For the benefit of the living
When we cough, we cough
To purge our souls, to get rid
Of waste and decay
We desire to make a living.
2
When we travel, we travel
On the road of the dead
When we live, we live
Because we know we will die
None to save us from the devil
Or launch us into another world
Or take away our believe
In life and death, or break the tie.
3
Like the season that comes and goes
Like the day and night
When we live, we live
Ignorant of where we are headed
There is no one that knows
The guessers have not guessed right
Those that believe only believe
Not because of love, for they are afraid
4
There is in every man something
That longs for immortality
And light that yearns for darkness
While his music is still on
His is a language that means nothing
His humanity is his sole patrimony
That derides him of anything bliss
That soon and wretched he is gone.
poem by Chime Justice Ndubuisi
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Learn
when broken
learn
when happy
learn
when bored
learn
when you float and does not know what to do
learn just the same
when filled with idealism
learn
when fed with what you cannot swallow
learn again
when the times get rough and you want to kill yourself
learn, learn, learn
you still have many things to learn
faces of life
bodies of life
learn, learn, learn everything
do not surrender
for in truth, you do not do what you only want
you will also do what you are told to do
no questions asked
or you will be left out
or you will be not a part of the picture
this life
learn, learn, learn, always learn
do not surrender
live, learn, live, learn
you will soon do all that others will tell you
learn, learn and learn again
and sooner you will have learned everything
and then do what you want to do
with firm conviction
you know now what is right
and that is what you will do,
now without even being told
you have become yourself
but still learn, learn, and learn again
because
you might be wrong,
try thinking some more, learn
relearn, learn, learn, learn, forevermore....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fleeting Times
Many men live life for the reward, and never seem to seek The Lord.
And the earnings that they gain, come with frustration and with pain.
The wages they desire to spend, do seem to come to an early end.
So men will seek a bigger door, always looking to earn much more.
The wages that they get my friend, seem to come to a sudden end.
Men fill their own heart with deceit; vainly imaging what life could be.
They follow many earthly dreams, which lead to deceptive schemes.
And with their eyes they cannot see, beyond this earth is an eternity.
Men follow unmet desires within, unaware that many do lead into sin.
All your wages don’t come into play, when speaking of judgment day.
For the only wages that do figure in, are the wages for all of your sin.
These wages secure eternal death, received upon your final breath.
Men seek from others earthly praise, never thinking of eternal days.
Accolades may lift your self esteem, however, what can they redeem.
All your works will come to naught, if Christ Jesus you never sought.
Christ had paid an enormous price, for men to have prosperous life.
But not one an earthly eye can see, for it is tucked away in eternity.
So why not get with it my friend, and start thinking on your final end.
Far above the present moment of time, is an Eternal World sublime.
Many men spend a life in pursuit, of what turns out to be bitter fruit.
This world slowly ceases to be, as we all move towards an eternity.
Time here is just fleeting away, in this world where no one will stay.
When you seek God in this life, God produces blessings in the strife.
And when you do follow The Lord, you shall reap an eternal reward.
We Are What We Are
Love is you,
Love is me,
Poetry is you and i to make the world go round;
It's all about life to write about.
Heaven is not free but,
It is gained by laws;
The earth is free but,
It is full of sinners.
Once a poor man,
Another day a rich man;
Once a barren woman,
Another day a woman of seeds;
It's all about life to write about.
How can i explain it to you?
No, you will not understand;
In my land i was a King but,
In somebody's land i became a Slave;
That's all about us on this earth to learn daily.
Living like Hong Kong and China,
A pasor's son wants a wife;
Living like the hare and the tortoise,
A king's daughter wants a husband;
Living like the snake and the cat,
A president's daughter wants a husband;
Living like the sun and the moon,
A king's son wants a wife;
But it's all about life to write about.
Why beat your wives like a thief and expect to live like a king?
Why live as sinners and expect to go to heaven?
Poetry is you and i,
Love is you and i,
But we are what we are on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Heart Of A Nation
The land of beauty,
The land of joy,
The land of plenty,
With the pearl of tourism to blow my mind!
But, the pride of a nation is all about you.
The home of peace is like,
The people's paradise;
the land of hope is like,
The home of hospitality;
The land of equity is like,
The state of harmony;
And, the food basket of the nation is with joy!
But, the pride of a nation is all about you.
Home for all is like,
The salt of a nation;
Home for solid mineral is like,
The centre of commerce;
But, the sunshine state is where to share your love with,
For, the pride of a nation is all about you.
The state of caliphate and,
The liberal state of love;
For, thenew world is always around you! !
But, the jewel in the savannah is all that i share with you.
Coal in the city of love,
And like the fountain of knowledge and power! !
But the heart beat of a nation is like,
The centre of excellence!
The state of a living spring is like the gateway to all!
But the peace setter state is what i share with you;
Because, nature's gift to a nation is like the rainbow!
Of the big heart of love and,
Of the centre of unity to all mankind!
For, the young shall grow;
And, the treasure base of life is the status of peace.
The pride to farm the land,
And of the confluence state of my mind! !
But, the power to show love is like,
The Creator's own state of mind to a nation!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Honyenuga
If you want to think, then learn how to be at peace;
If you want ot be at peace, then learn how to be merciful;
If you want to be merciful, then learn the laws of life!
For life is full of the laws of the living.
Honyenuga my friend, let us be one like the 'Adomi Bridge';
And let your love shine to me like the Morning Star.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sunshine Of Life
Make a great deal
Out of little ones
Extend your heart
And find joy in tons
And share your blessings
With all who survive
By splitting your share
Of sunshine of life
For life is small
And life is brief
Where you should learn
To grant other's relief
By sharing what you have
And by letting go
Your share of blessings
On behalf of others so
They can also learn
And find ways to enjoy
The sunshine of life
With love, peace and joy.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Repentance
God has caused the souls
To ask lovely questions to other souls.
Thus, souls are called persons
And they are unique,
To be this unique is to be
Equal with men and women.
They must punish rightly,
Correct actions are necessary,
Lest folly divides the established city.
This city is made to agree,
This city of faith shall live forever,
Due to the Covenant
That all people sustain
Through the blessed city.
My city defines our laws
From laws that decide,
Laws we do not create
But what are given.
By God.
Let pens be writing
And let pens mean everything,
But nothing can we praise
Other than the Holy Book
Of our lives.
Speech is the sound
Of our communication.
We are always to be forgiven
If as people we repent.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Kohelet Again It Is Not Just The Vanity Of Vanities
It is not just the vanity of vanities
It is not just the truth of the contradictions
It is not just ‘a time for this and a time for that'
It is not just ‘Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth before the evil days grow nigh'
It is not just ‘Better a living dog than a dead lion'
It is not just ‘Enjoy your days with the wife of your youth'
It is not just the eternal truths
And the poem of the long home-
And the turning again and again of the wind and the water
And the sun and the sound-
It is not just the sheer beauty of the thing and its words
Despite an occasional archaic ugliness
It is not just the truth that cannot be gone beyond
Because this is what life is and what the grave is and what we are
It is not just too ‘that the making of many books much less the making of many poems is a weariness of the flesh-
It is that after all the years I have arrived at the time
Where the golden bowl may be broken and the voice of the grinders made low
And man return to his eternal home-
As in youth I in old age read and reread the words of the Preacher
And know myself and all of us in them-
Oh the greatest Literature is here
And part of it I repeat in my fragmented self
While the long distance of life goes beyond
In words which will be heard for the first time -
For this too is not everything
And what we do not know yet
Kohelet too does not know-
And for all of us as God permits
Who knows what will come
After the Vanity-
If it is after all Vanity
And the end of it all?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Old Land And The Young Land
The Young Land said, ``I have borne it long,
But can suffer it now no more;
I must end this endless inhuman wrong
Within hail of my own free shore.
So fling out the war-flag's folds, and let the righteous cannons roar!''
'Twas a quick, rash word, for the strong Young Land
Is a Land whose ways are peace;
It weareth no mail, and its keels are manned
With cotton, and corn, and fleece,
While lands there are that live cased in steel, and whose war-hammers never cease.
And these, when they saw the Young Land gird
Its loins to redress the wrong,
Whispered one to the other, ``Its heart is stirred,
But its hosts are an undrilled throng,
And its bolts yet to forge, so quick let us strike before that it grows too strong.''
And they said to the Old Land, ``Surely you
Will help us to foil its claim?
It waxeth in strength, as striplings do,
And it girds at its parent's name.
Take heed lest its overweening growth overshadow your fading fame.''
Then the Old Land said, ``Youth is strong and quick,
And Wisdom is strong but mild;
And blood than water is yet more thick,
And this Young Land is my child.
I am proud, not jealous, to watch it grow.''
Thus the Old Land spake and smiled.
``And look you,'' it said, ``at the strong Young Land
Strike for Freedom and Freedom's growth;
Which makes 'twixt us twain, though unsigned by hand,
A bond strong as lovers' troth.
So 'ware what you do, for, if you strike, you will strike not one, but both.''
Then they fretted and chafed; for, though shod in steel,
Their war-tread stops at the shore,
While the Old Land's breath is the breath of the gale,
And its music the wave-wind's roar.
Then they hated the Young Land's youth and strength, but they hated the Old Land more.
Now the Old Land, in turn, for Freedom's Cause
Speeds her sons to the Southern zone,
They snarl, ``Let us clip the Lion's claws,
The Lion that stands alone;
And harry her lair, and spear her cubs, and sit on the Lion's throne.''
And the Young Land laughs: ``With her foamsteeds fleet,
I guess she's a match for you all.
She hath saddled the sea, and more firm her seat
Than yours, that would ride for a fall,
If you put all your fighting force afield, and charged at her watery wall.
``But if ever, hemmed in by a world of foes,
Her sinews were sorely tried,
By the self-same blood in our veins that flows,
You would find me at her side,
So long as she strikes for the Cause for which her sons and my sons have died.''
And thus let it be until wrong shall end,
This bond strong as lovers' troth,
'Twixt Old Land and Young Land, to defend
Man's freedom and freedom's growth,
So if any should band against either now, they must meet, not one, but both!
poem by Alfred Austin
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