Hospitable
How generous the body when afflicted with generosity!
This generous stretch is of the carpet, of the mat
And the slave of the heart is the man with hospitality.
Mathematics complained over the food entertained,
Endowed with certain moral qualities, a carton of strength.
Then condiments contained the stomach
And next the heart busied in the relics of gifts,
The fulfilled ones afterwards remarked on the gifted ones,
Or rather those who received them.
Slaves of the palace of heaven are made!
He is indeed hospitable for his acts and deeds.
poem by Naveed Akram
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We Are Generous
Please the poor with some money and riches of high nature,
These people need love, full of loveliness, and we are generous.
To individuals of highest repute I look at their heads
And then their hearts and wait for the day to arrive with achiness, when are they generous?
I am not poor or anything to do with the poor who are poverty,
Hearts of theirs gain momentum, we merely pass our test that is gorgeous, for we are generous.
The spoken tongue carries society further, and those without money bring
Us more money, but bring them no poverty, and bring gracefulness, we are so generous.
The tailor needed cloth, the blacksmith needs his metal, and the accountant also needs,
What of those with the flame in Hell? Their heaven is not their greatness, but we are generous.
Money has no objection to the riches being found, to the oil being discovered,
But fun is in the very life where living is explored with incisiveness, we are so generous.
Then talk never today but mutter with huge meaning, and never sleep too long,
But meet your creator with a giving heart and the soul is incredulous, for it is generous.
May we be heartiness, sweetness, and merry-making with all this wealth
Understood by men, by the kings and queens of infallibleness, for they are all generous.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Eat Healthy
Avoid
Condiments
On the food...
Condiments is
Making tasty of food...
But...
Healthy is
Dustely waste...
Waste is not
Food...
Food is not
Waste...
Make a food
With out condiments
Eat healthy...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Stomach with food
Dont full
Fill your stomach...at
Food...
Stomach is
Full fill
The food...
Only at only
With waste of
Basket...
Making
At your stomach...
Drink...
Eat...
A llways
With your stomach
Limet... limet...
Healf stomach
Is good...
Bada full food
Eating...
Mothley once
ok...
Every day
Not better for
Your body health...
Diside to eat food...
Daily...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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A black phenomenal man
A Black phenomenal man
In the beginning God made him very special, then he blow into his body life and there he stood and, came forth. His heart beat was like the sounds of an Africa drum when played. He was made to be strong in mind, soul, and body. From birth he was gifted talents for all eyes and ears to bare witness that something great was made. He became the apple of Gods eye, God gave him dominion in his hand, That's Gods plan for him to carry out a promise that was planted before he step out his mothers womb a vision that will change the nations course of history. Phenomenal he is, black bold, and beautiful, on thee inside, intelligent, far beyond his time of his days as slave. Now that's why the slave master could not truly brake his spirt. Their may have been blood shed of words of heart that landed on the grounds to touch the graves of the formal slaves that paved the way, with An awaking of change is to take place. They tried to stop him by killing him, and trying to destroy the dream, the vision, the gift that was placed in him. He is a Black phenomenal Great man made to take over! to rule in places that great minds before him can't even imagine that day would ever come. Possible is now a possibility, Phenomenally, phenomenal, Black man Thats me. Sir Clarence of greater
poem by Clarence Williams
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where does God live?
God does not live in Rome
the Pope and the celibates are there
and they are too many
too crowded
and very intelligent
sometimes i honestly ask
if they are still generous and holy
or if they still have the hands
that stretch
to the poorest of the poor
sometimes i am confused
and disappointed
but then sometimes too
i look inside
my being
open my heart
and there i see God living in there
speaking to me
Do not fear Do not be confused
Do not look for me somewhere else
Do not travel too far
I am just right here
Resting in your heart
sometimes hiding from the crowd
sometimes taking tme to be silent from so much noise
sometimes sleeping because I am so tired
and so here I am
amazed to my God dwelling inside my heart
my body as his temple
my eyes as the windows of his soul
on this theological revolution
my soul rests my ears listen
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thermopylae
Honour to those who in their lives
are committed and guard their Thermopylae.
Never stirring from duty;
just and upright in all their deeds,
but with pity and compassion too;
generous whenever they are rich, and when
they are poor, again a little generous,
again helping as much as they are able;
always speaking the truth,
but without rancor for those who lie.
And they merit greater honor
when the foresee (and many do foresee)
that Ephialtes will finally appear,
and in the end the Medes will go through.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Love Embraces
who will gift
love from heart
to be received
as gifts
in return
for gifts
received
love embraces
receptive souls
love embraces
beating hearts
sharing minds
Dedicated to Aaron Johal who gifts from the heart.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lavishness
Being lavish is not being generous.
Being lavish stems from one’s ego’s urge.
Being generous stems from one’s heart’s purge.
Lavishness fails to evoke acceptance.
29.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The lover who gives you her body but not her heart is generous with thornless roses.
Only the Slaves
How to regard a manner as decent
Is only a requirement of manliness.
It despises the master to see the slave perish,
And the men have reawakened.
Manners of a slave are laudable when man
Is sufficient as a master, and love is a learning all common.
To live a wreck and survive a storm is a slavery
Of every man. Regard a manner in this city as sacred.
The key to the city lies in the minds of men who are leaders.
The painting of a king is adequate for the retelling.
It is a city in the air, and I call it Red and Yellow.
Kings and queens are averse to these intricacies.
We are masters, and they are slaves of the House.
A Palace is built in heaven if you are good.
Only the slaves are the masters in Heaven.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Be generous to a generous person and you'd win him, be generous to a mean person and he'd rebel on you.
Think before saying
Think, before saying!
Think, avant de dire!
And remember!
There are situations
When it's better to keep them dark.
Squabbles, rows and quarrels.........
There are so much rubbish
In the human world.
So, it might be better
To send the company above...
To hell!
Don't look for having things out!
They are just waste words.
You better look around
Cause the years fly away.
Look at the man!
Look at him!
Beauty and intellect
Are garish qualities.
You better look
For his heart and strength
They are worthwhile qualities.
It seems to you:
He is handsome and jolly.
What prejudices they are!
Judge by deeds
And not by words!
That's what you are!
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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God Is the Greatest
God Is the Greatest
The Greatest
So that
No one
Can tell
How Great
He is
Greatest
Than
Greatest
And
Ramadan
Is the Generous
Of
The Generous
Peace Be
Upon All
&
He Is
The Most Generous.....
poem by Eman Elbadawi
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A compliment reflected
To praise the ‘generosity of soul’
in someone other – and that, to their face –
must be, to know that quality oneself;
and more, to be familiar in its use;
what splendour there of human character –
to link together these two noble words:
to recognise in others, one’s own soul;
and then, to see one’s generosity,
reflected in another’s qualities;
and then, to link the two as action seen,
joins mind, heart, soul, in generosity
in one that names and one that’s named, akin!
To show, and see, and praise, makes parity
in earth as is in heav’n: true charity.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.
quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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We must give more in order to get more. It is the generous giving of ourselves that produces the generous harvest.
quote by Orison Swett Marden
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The generous way of putting it is that we were not ready for this. The less generous way is to say: How was it possible to return to the politics of appeasement of the 1930s?
quote by Paddy Ashdown
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Mans Sins
GOD wants all man to make it to Heaven
While man is determined to send himself to Hell
As he will deny the law, that GOD gave us all
Then that road to heaven he will ultimately fail.
He ignores the laws that was set before us
Then he uses excuses why he did or must sin
But he cannot hide, from those deeds inside
As he will then marked before GOD and men.
He will think that he is rightous to one and all
As he will declare to all that his sins were a must
He will forget his sinful way, until judgement day
As his soul will be judged and his body will become dust.
Man thinks that all will forget the evils he has done
But in the end his deeds and acts they will all prevail
And he will be known, from the deeds that he has sewn
GOD gives out heaven, but man's determined to go to Hell.
poem by Randy McClave
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Nothing Is Impossible
Don't you love me for what i am?
For, i will follow my dreams until they are fulfilled;
And mind you, the fool is still hungry in the abundance of food.
Everything has its own beauty but,
Not everyone does seeit;
Food for the stomach and food for thought,
Everything has its own beginning;
And mind you, the fool is still thirsty in the abundance of water.
The atmosphere is for you and i and,
Nothing is impossible in this world!
So, go for your dreams until they are fulfilled.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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