Gods and Tragedy
Gods do believe in tragic episodes
In your life, your job never created them,
Nor did the chest of treasure, the codes
Are in the fear of being discovered, like the gem.
Tragedy spoke to godly men who spoke highly,
Gruesome speech is above the struggle,
This word is forgotten and its ability,
But we are the crowd with which to mingle.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Nobody Spoke (for Karen)
Nobody spoke to Lucy,
nobody spoke at all,
ain't no joke
nobody spoke.
nobody spoke
for five long years
ain't no joke
nobody spoke.
Lucy withdrew
without a clue
why nobody spoke,
nobody spoke
for five long years,
nobody spoke
Ain't no joke
nobody spoke!
Lucy went mad
she went crazy!
She screamed
she cried, she sobbed,
but nobody spoke,
for five long years
Ain't no joke
nobody spoke.
Many years later
she saw them,
those people she wanted
to be her friends.
but ain't no joke
nobody spoke,
nobody spoke
for five long years.
Ain't no joke
nobody spoke.
Lucy left a note
in daddy's drawer,
put on her very best dress.
Did her hair in a very fine way
and walked into the hall as a guest.
She walked up to the folk
that never spoke,
said hello in an ordinary way,
then she pulled out a gun
and opened fire.
Yes she shot all those folk
on that day.
Now they were silent
now they were still,
cos ain't no joke
that nobody spoke
and now
they never will.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Words!
it has been said
that God spoke worlds
into being...
and that Jesus
was the word of God.
that we are created
in the image of God...
that we are the dreams
of God made flesh...
yet we open our mouths,
and nothing happens!
bats hang from the rafters
of our souls.
we speak, windows rattle,
and wars begat wars.
we write with invisible ink!
no cosmos, no stars,
only hunger and despair.
our words close the door,
and choose to be strangers.
we shout, and graves are dug,
we whisper, and no one hears!
could it be that true word
is written in silence,
spoken in awareness,
breaks concepts, tears down walls.
and we who live in fear,
running from the image of our selves,
cannot touch the source,
and have forgotten the breast.
speak worlds into being,
or speak this one into destruction?
spirit becomes flesh,
and blooms or decays.
choice?
awareness, and silence,
crucifixion, and fire.
Buddha spoke, Jesus listened,
Jesus spoke, Buddha listened...
perhaps we could learn!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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If Only Flowers Spoke
if only flowers spoke
wouldn't each petal
flow as a precious tear
on our cheeks?
if only flowers spoke
won't we hang our heads
in shame for the savage act
in normal parlance, a rape?
if only flowers spoke
will we ever lay our hand
on them even to offer
to the dumb gods?
we go on
for flowers are silent
and so are gods
and we, insensitive!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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The Master Spoke.
Why is the world here today?
The Master Spoke.
Why are we sinners, like sheep gone astray?
The Master Spoke.
Why all this toil, no comfort of Eden,
Since man didn't obey?
The Master Spoke.
Why work the dust of the ground, from whence we came,
And eat 'By the sweat of our brow? '
The Master Spoke.
Why do we, naturally,
Posess the desire to before,
God, want to worship and adore?
The Master Spoke.
Why is Jesus glorified,
And why, for sinners, did he die?
The Master Spoke.
Why shall God return again,
To take away Isreal, His bride?
Why me, a sinner, justified?
The Master Spoke.
Why will there be Revelations, wars,
And roomers of wars,
Nearing the End Times?
The Master Spoke.
Why is God an eternal Being,
But the world shall be no more?
The Master Spoke.
Why is it, that when a man speaks,
His words blow away
As kernals of grain,
And yet, when God speaks, his Word is as rock,
Forever to remain?
The Master Spoke -
'Heaven and Earth shall pass away,
But my words shall never pass away.'
Why do these things occur,
And as it were,
The penalty of sin man did not have to pay?
The Master Spoke -
'For God so loved the world,
That he gave his only Son,
That whoever believes in him
Shall not perish,
But have the gift of eternal life.
Why?
The Master Spoke.
'Go now! Help the needy,
And the weak!
Save hearts that are broken! '
Hurry, now!
The Master has Spoken.
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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The Elder Speaks
She gathered the young
Stared within the flames of the fire
She spoke of life before and life after
She was old, crippled but her spirit strong.
Stories of old, but lessons within, learned
Honored among her people
She'd never be forgotten
Even long after she was gone
But for now, she had much to say, much to teach
Do Not let poison ride through your veins
Do not let firewater, take away who you are
Do not become some bum, living in the streets
Hold your head up, Show your pride
Dance with the traditions long since gone
Dance like you've not danced before, show your pride
Show your colors, be proud of the heritage given
Be it fullblood or Mixed Blood
Honor the women, the men and the children, the past
I speak to you, for once I was young
Learn the legends, for they are true within words
Respect the Earth, for she is the giver of all life
Respect the Circle, for it never ends
Respect the herbs we use
Do Not abuse Tobacco, Sage, Cedar, Sweetgrass or Peyote
Respect all others, reguardless of their beliefs or way of life
With each word, she spoke, she hugged the young to her chest
They listened with a great admiration, for not many elders wer left
For they were the teachers of the nations
Teachers of the young
The Elder Spoke From her heart, soul and spirit
poem by Brenda Weemes
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She Spoke 2 Me
Spoke 2 me
I can't believe it, but she spoke 2 me
Close 2 me
I never thought i'd get her close 2 me
Now the moon and the sun belong 2 me
All my wildest hopes, my crazy dreams
But they seem more like reality
Fantasy
This girl fulfills my every fantasy
She must be
Specially designed by heaven just 4 me (just 4 me)
My friends look at her, they see mystery
But i look at her and i see a masterpiece
Can it be, i mean really did she?
Spoke 2 me (spoke 2 me)
I can't believe it, but she spoke 2 me (speak 2 me, baby)
(speak 2 me, baby)
Spoke 2 me
I can't believe it, but she spoke 2 me
And if she hurts me
I'll take it all with open arms u see (u think i won't?)
Cuz like a track under a subway train
She could roll all over me and i'd still be the same
Cuz 2day is the day she spoke 2 me
I can't believe it, but she spoke 2 me
Close 2 me
I never thought i'd get her close 2 me
If i'm stuck in some groovy wet dream
Don't pinch me
I don't wanna wake up
I'm diggin' the scene (i'm diggin', diggin')
Yeah, baby
song performed by by Prince
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You Must Be Born Again
Lord Jesus spoke to righteous men,
He spoke to sinners, too...
Sometimes He spoke beyond their ken,
They wondered what to do...
Sometimes He spoke in parables
That children understood,
Sometimes He spoke with miracles
And most men thought Him good...
Lord Jesus spoke of holy rules
That very few obeyed,
Sometimes He spoke and called them fools,
Yet all of us have strayed...
Yet there were times when Jesus smiled,
At those who sought some proof,
As if each one could be God's child
Responding to God's truth...
He said we must be born again,
Good deeds themselves don't save...
God's Holy Spirit comes and then
Each knows what God forgave...
At Pentecost, revival came
And thousands were baptised!
For they believed in Jesus' Name,
Proclaiming Him as Christ!
The Church was born and now it lives
Its living sacrifice,
To preach God's Word, that He forgives
And grants us Paradise...
Eternity! Streets paved with gold!
Not if, dear friends, but when?
The greatest story ever told:
You must be born again!
(July 2011)
poem by Denis Martindale
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Well, as an artist, I think that Elvis's generosity to me he always talked very highly about me, he always spoke very highly about my work and singing and my writing.
quote by Jackie DeShannon
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Daggered
There is awesome fear in my voice,
To become a liar may need courage,
But life is the same, just rude, for me.
The fear is a feeling of strength,
I have this for my words to sound.
I froze when he spoke, I am so improper,
They support me, I do not skilfully support,
I just help with strong talk, justice is about.
To fear is the typical tactic, to fear me is about.
It is improper to scare us, for we fear and laugh.
They spoke after him, after the group was me,
And the discussion ended so divinely;
A path took our support, we ventured and gained,
But the enemy is about, motivated to strike
With daggers.
poem by Naveed Akram
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When You Spoke...
When you spoke of UNION,
i saw GROUPS.
When you spoke of LIBERATION.
I saw IMPRISONMENT.
When you spoke of EQUALITY,
I saw DISCRIMINATION! !
Oh, why speak against actions that tell the real you.
Don't fool those who cant read your writings,
or understand your words.
When you spoke I believed in Hope,
but when i saw and experienced,
Hope was all lost.
poem by Daniela Gallegos
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Couldn't find
I couldn’t believe eyes
As she bore a name of Sheri Columbus
I knew what was unique and famous]
The new land was found known as states
I had kept this day for finding special friends
Some unknown faces were to come at the day end
I found one of the best comments put forward
Those were, indeed, highly spoken words
I ventured to at her profile and put nice invitation
It was all about strengthening friendship and relation
“I used to rarely add men to my page” the message read
But later some of the words spoke highly to plead
Yes those words spoke of high integrated and philosophical mind
Where on earth good friends are available and make easy find
“Why on earth I would not want every one as friend”
“Why not share the insight and wisdom” reflected her new trend
I was stunned to look at her shining face
It spoke of something more and required tot race
A point to highlight about her personality
Her eyes spoke of sun’s glare with fine quality
She has brilliant face with imposing will
It is obviously a ladies weapon but not to kill
It may speak highly of a hidden soul
Natural way of leading life without any foul
It would be unnecessary to paint anything about body
It is gift from almighty and business of nobody
Many may see it from different angle and perception
But of course she deserved to be mentioned in “caption”
The beautiful cross reveals it all
You are akin to receiving generous calls
I may not be alone to appreciate and praise
As many might have been failed to in long chase
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not a word He said
Before the Sanhedrin You spoke no word
and from Your lips no sound was heard.
Silent like a mute not a word was said
as awayto the cross, Lord You were led.
Your lips were silent and there came no sound.
In Your defence nothing was to be found.
As a lamb before the shearer is dumb
so from Your lips not a word was to come.
Angels were waiting for your bidding, Lord.
Silently You stood and spoke not a word.
You could have summoned that great army Lord.
They were ready and waiting for one word.
Silent there before Your accusers, Lord.
To their amazement You said not a word.
Louder than thunder was Your silence Lord.
Much more powerful than the spoken word.
Those gathered there did not understand why
You kept Your silence and did not reply.
Then there on the cross Your silence You broke.
'Father forgive them' were the words You spoke
God Spoke And It Was
God Himself created the heavens, the earth, and all that man can see,
He spoke all into existence and will sustain it all through eternity.
As The Spirit hovered over the earth, God said “Let there be light”,
As He spoke it was created and there was day and there was night.
He said “Let there be a separation of the waters below and up high”,
He saw the expanse that He created said it is good and called it sky.
He said “Let all the waters be gathered to one place” and it will be,
This created a dry area He called land and the waters He called seas.
He said “Let the land produce various plants, trees, and vegetation”,
He saw all He created, said it is good on the third day of creation.
After God produced all the vegetation, He said “Let there be lights”,
So He created a light for the days and a lesser light for the nights.
He then spoke regarding creatures in the land, the seas, and the sky,
So He added to His creation creatures that could walk, swim, and fly.
As God continued He said to Christ “Let's make man in our own image”,
So He created man from simple dust and put him in a special lineage.
For God blessed man who He called Adam and put him over His creation,
However God's special fellowship ended when man fell into temptation.
But today God has spoken through His Son Jesus, who brings Salvation,
Even creation waits to be liberated by Christ with eager expectation.
(Copyright © 01/2003)
After Long Years
“AND have I changed?” she asked, and as she spoke
The old smile o'er her pale face bravely broke,
And in her eyes dead worlds of pathos woke.
Changed? When I knew again the ghost of each
Remembered trick of gesture, manner, speech,
And felt the beauty that no years could reach!
“I will go back with you without regret,
For not one word you spoke I dare forget,
And with each kiss of yours I tremble yet!”
“No, you have taken your way; I took mine:
A word may not our severed lives entwine,
Nor will a kiss the shattered years combine!”
She put her arms around me, held me near;
Then forward to her lonely path and drear
She turned her sad, wan face, without a tear.
poem by Arthur Henry Adams
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Godly Giving
Giving is Godly
For God is love
Giving denotes love
Love for the deprived
For whom life is a strive
To ensure they thrive
So give generously
That is Godly giving
Giving is Godly
When you give what you cherish
Dish out what you relish
That connotes sacrifice
To make the sad satisfied
The gloomy gratified,
And the miserable mollified
Putting on their faces smiles
Hitherto miles away from them
That is Godly giving
Giving is Godly
When it flows from fondness
When it gushes gladly
When giving is not to boast
But to the poor, honestly boost
In obedience to the Word
Inspired by the Word
To display devotion to the Word
That is Godly Giving
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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Where Is My Angel?
The angel has spoke to me again
She’s always here
Even when she’s not
The love is still never forgotten
Swimming though time
Never totally out of my mind
Someday we will be together again
Lost so deep with memories meant to keep
The angels has spoke me again
Whispers in the night
Such a delight is the pain I feel in my heart
It lets me know I’m still alive
It gives me a reason to survive
No matter how much my life is torn apart
I’m still standing
I’m still moving
She is my strength
The angel has spoke to me again
She has the voice of the wind
Swaying in an out
But never gone for too long
I think she misses the life we once had
We gave it our all but as children
Our kingdom had to fall
Rules of society made it
To where it was never meant to be
Lies in all our hearts
She keeps whispering
Calling for the forgotten world
To collide
Swallow the pride
Pray for no more suicides
A chance for the dance we never had
All washes away like
Picture on a postcard
The angel has spoke to me again
She’s always here
Even when she’s not
The love is still never forgotten
Swimming though time
Never totally out of my mined
Someday we will be together again
Lost so deep with memories meant to keep
The angels has spoke me again
Whispers in the night
Such a delight is the pain I feel in my heart
It lets me know I’m still alive
It gives me a reason to survive
No matter how much my life is torn apart
I’m still standing
I’m still moving
She is my strength
Where’s my angel now
Where’s my angel now
Where is she please come back?
Your life so short
Your life already gone
The angel has spoke to me again
She’s always here
Even when she’s not
The love is still never forgotten
Swimming though time
Never totally out of my mined
Someday we will be together again
Lost so deep with memories meant to keep
The angels has spoke me again
Whispers in the night
Such a delight is the pain I feel in my heart
It lets me know I’m still alive
It gives me a reason to survive
No matter how much my life is torn apart
I’m still standing
I’m still moving
She is my strength
Where’s my angel now
Where’s my angel now
Where is she please come back?
Your life so short
Your life already gone
Oh where’s my angel now
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Angels Cry, Humans Weep
The angels cry with peace, peacefully and directly,
So God who created them and their wings also cried.
God’s unique work implied clever secrets to uplift his appearance,
God spoke so forgivingly over us, He spoke to the whole city.
The city that angels drive are working too fast,
Their employer is God, who loved the way they are fast.
Humans created those innocent beings in the mud and earth,
Each human propelled the angels towards the Kingdom so dear.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Examples
What kind of an example will you be
Spoke mother nature to the tree
As it stood so proudly and ever so tall
As though defying to all that it would fall
Will you place your roots deep into the Earth
Then other trees like you will then give birth
Spoke once again mother nature to the tree
Tell me please what type of example will you be.
What kind of an example will you become
Spoke the mother wolf unto her young
Will you be majestic and run fast and free
Running in packs to provide for your family.
Or will you become a mother like I became
But swearing to all you will never be tamed
While fearing no one in the the moonlight or the sun
So please tell me what type of examples will you become.
What kind of an example will you be
Spoke the mother to her daughter upon her knee
Will you be a loyal and devout and virtuous woman
Never doing the things that a lady shouldn't
Being honest and caring through the days of your life
Then being truthful and trusting when you become a wife
And will you become a mother just like me
Please tell me what type of an example will you be.
What kind of an example will you be
Spoke GOD to mother nature as she planted the tree
And what kind of an example have you become
Spoke GOD to the she wolf as she spoke to her young
What hind of an example will you then be
Spoke GOD to the mother with her daughter on her knee
The young ones will do and become from what they see
As the examples will be you spoke GOD to all three.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The unnoticed travel
She spoke to me but not with words.
She saw me but not with glance.
We were not there to the crowd.
We were aware in a trance.
I spoke to her without a nod.
I stared at her, keeping a distance.
An iota of doubt, no one had.
So subtle, our love is not a disturbance.
Hand in glove
is our love.
It embarrasses
none of us.
20.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Godliness
Riffling through the dictionary
of the mind - or, as the Anglo-Saxons
named it, ‘word-hoard’ -
for a word that exactly matches
what needs to be said,
a word may call out from the page
like that kitten or that puppy
in the pet-shop, which devastatingly
looks you straight in the eye and mutely says
‘Master, treasure me…’
so, the other day, ‘godly’ called to me: as
abbreviated in former times from ‘godlike’;
not a word to suit, say, those fine-minded Hindu pundits
who would want to classify its degrees
of nearness or of distance from the state
of god or gods..
rather, a gentle, misty, English-weather, modest-shining word
which – borrowing a trick from those same
Hindu grammarians – is neither limited, nor unlimited;
or alternatively: is both limited, and unlimited;
allows for small-g god, or big-G God;
allows for frequent changes in the weather;
and thus, will halt at all the stations on the line…
so, stopped in the street by
some presumptuous well-intentioned stranger
with that piercing eye that stoppeth one of three,
enquiring ‘Have you been saved by Jesus yet? ’
we may reply as if we were Dr Johnson
of quirky diction and of his own Dictionary fame,
replying, ‘Sir, my mind has godly inclinations…’
Yes, I’m comfortable with ‘godly’: like
that kitten or that puppy, asking
no more of you than what
shared nature with a smile
feeds and loves..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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