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Godlinesses

Godliness has no reality when there is ghostliness
In the mind and the spirit.
You may learn far into the future,
Far into livid danger,
Into a large maelstrom over the other one,
As if the thinkers and last resort were mentioned
But your thought-stream may not.
Your thought to make is actually too fabulous
As a chronicle of time after death.
You stay at this station you have earned
And receive reward for your lamentation.
Hurrah! The rewards are few but much like you.
Godlier is the man in the window, in the doorway,
And in a house you have committed. Why are you so high?

Godliness has no reality when there is loneliness
In the body and soul.
You may learn further than anyone,
Farther than purity and pure bravery,
As much as a store of real wisdom,
Like philosophy and scholarship
But your elucidation may lack skill.
Your fact to concoct is probably inventive
Like a sold part that carries a price.
You make cellos to play for crying to be made
And receive applause insidiously.
Hurrah! The rewards are so small for some yet you yourself have such.
Godliest souls are in the eye of rarity, as a grateful mode
Which houses the resolution to succeed
and deliver praises to God and the Most High.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Great efforts

No rewards
No awards but set backs

No let up in preparation
Strong enthusiasm with indication
"Come what may" push hard with resolution

Port is sighted
All sailors are delighted
Birds hover over head
May be far away some open bodies of dead

Destiny not far away
Cautious move with all alerts on the way
Eyes on high seas to tackle the danger
Arms in hand with readiness of trigger
Black natives are seen similar to those niggers

Shore is in sight
"Hurrah, Hurrah" sailors shout
New land is found to make the mother land
Natives to be approached and made friends
Anchor the ship with arms down
Make our wish loudly known

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Vanitas! Vanitatum Vanitas!

MY trust in nothing now is placed,

Hurrah!
So in the world true joy I taste,

Hurrah!
Then he who would be a comrade of mine
Must rattle his glass, and in chorus combine,
Over these dregs of wine.

I placed my trust in gold and wealth,

Hurrah!
But then I lost all joy and health,

Lack-a-day!
Both here and there the money roll'd,
And when I had it here, behold,
From there had fled the gold!

I placed my trust in women next,

Hurrah!
But there in truth was sorely vex'd,

Lack-a-day!
The False another portion sought,
The True with tediousness were fraught,
The Best could not be bought.

My trust in travels then I placed,

Hurrah!
And left my native land in haste.

Lack-a-day!
But not a single thing seem'd good,
The beds were bad, and strange the food,
And I not understood.

I placed my trust in rank and fame,

Hurrah!
Another put me straight to shame,

Lack-a-day!
And as I had been prominent,
All scowl'd upon me as I went,
I found not one content.

I placed my trust in war and fight,

Hurrah!
We gain'd full many a triumph bright,

Hurrah!
Into the foeman's land we cross'd,
We put our friends to equal cost,
And there a leg I lost.

My trust is placed in nothing now,

Hurrah!
At my command the world must bow,

Hurrah!
And as we've ended feast and strain,
The cup we'll to the bottom drain;
No dregs must there remain!

poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Our time is now

Days continue to pass, still no future in sight
took a left at the fork, i should have turned right
oh how i wish i could see, the beginning to the end of time
and defy the laws of our human mind
instead stuck i stay, forced to live day by day
but is it really such a curse? striving to make each day better than the worst, realizing were not promised tomorrow, this is a thought ment to borrow
what if the future i saw, was bitter and dead
a thought as this would confuse the head
maybe find a feeling of inevitability, and refuse every responsibility
then lie down and wait, to let this impending future become your fate
perhaps your future was the other way around
walking on the sky instead of the ground
would you try as hard to find your light, or dive from a plane that never took flight, because you were blinded by your future shinning so bright
living day by day is a curse? i believe the opposite, reverse
so before from reality you are torn, in seeking the future i must worn
the only rewards are sickle and thorn,
for our time is now, thats why we were born.

'Death is the future for us all, we walk a lifetime, untill we fall' E.A.F

poem by Ethan A. Francis
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The Mystery of Godliness

Friend, the mystery of godliness, becomes a part of your witness.
For when you come to Jesus Christ, you begin to walk a holy life.
A walk devoted to Christ our Lord, and one that will not be ignored.
For not only is God watching you, but men see all you say and do.

This godliness comes from within, from Jesus, as you walk in Him.
Christ’s Spirit, sent by Him, takes up residence, and resides within.
And The Spirit living within, renders dead, your previous life of sin.
Now your new life and its desire, is not from earth but much higher.

The Mystery of Godliness is great; and it’s His return that we await.
There’s no question about this life, the godliness is found in Christ.
He appeared in a body on the earth, this through a miraculous birth,
Was vindicated by The Spirit of God, and coming back with His rod.

He was seen by angels and men, in a world that stood condemned.
He preached among every nation, the glorious Gospel of Salvation.
Men in the world believed in Him, and He was taken to Glory again.
Christ left us with a world to reach, and a message for us to preach.

Christ is our example of a holy life, and the Godly image of sacrifice.
The mystery was revealed in Him, on the cross as He forgave our sin.
And today the mystery of godliness, lights the way for us to witness.
Any godliness that men may see, is because of Christ, not you or me.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Regrets.

Your soul does not forget
it carries with it all regrets.
When it dies it questions why
and has to come back to even the pie.
Better to say your "sorry now while you are alive
unless you talk through a medium after you die.
Even your addictions are carried to the other side
addictions cloud souls thinking in the sublime.
For all they have is pure thought—
no hiding is what the life of the spirit has got.
Things manifest fast and everything is known
you are pure energy, consciousness and you glow.
For your soul to really evolve and learn
to even out it's karma to better discern-
It has now to come back to Earth.
Your soul has to keep coming back
to Earth plane to be overcome addictions
and thoughts of lack.
Spirits over there hear our thoughts and give us messages
if we can only see—
they are here to give us encouragement
from a place of love to make us succeed.
They want us to love and not fear
fear keeps us stuck and can bite us in the rear.

Written by Christina Sunrise on April 21,2012

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Godly Goals

Prophets and angels both believe
God's power and His plan,
God's Spirit tells us to receive
Salvation's Son of Man...
And in those days, it came to pass,
As Christ began to share,
His listeners laid upon the grass,
As Christ told them to care...

To love and be loved in return,
Reach out, forgive, forget,
To feel and heal and yearn to learn,
Teach someone new just met.
To seek and find each soul now lost,
Like lambs far from the fold,
To free each one at any cost,
Held close like precious gold.

These are Man's choices and his goals,
Man's holy hopes and dreams,
As preachers pray for all lost souls,
To turn them from extremes.
Consider Christ once sacrificed,
God raised Him from the dead,
Such that disciples are baptised,
Washed by the blood He shed...

Receive God's gifts as He supplies,
Have faith in God not fear,
Righteous rewards await the wise,
When Jesus will appear.
Prophets and angels both believe
God's power and His plan,
God's Spirit tells us to receive
Salvation's Son of Man...

Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2012.

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poem by Denis Martindale
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Marching Through Georgia

Bring the good old bugle, boys! we'll sing another song --
Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along --
Sing it as we used to sing it fifty thousand strong,
While we were marching through Georgia.