Special Feelings
Consider the message of a golden age,
Cool talk matters to special feelings;
Once assured, living constricts us
As the knowledge of reasoning seems rational.
Nursing the habits of my soul, I
Stagger at the awesome qualities so detailed,
The story buttons in order to utter praise
Of a morning that inspires peace.
Let the smile be certain of happiness
Before it exists from under our noses;
Kindling news of a fermented soul,
The sort of countenance appears from it.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Out Of Touch (Extended Version)
Shake it up is all that we know
Using the bodies up as we go
Waking up to fantasy
The shates all around aren't the colors we used to see
Broken ice still melts in the sun
And times that are broken can often be one again
We're soul alone
And soul really matters to me
Take a look around
You're out of touch
I'm out of time
But I'm out of my head when you're not around
Reaching out for something to hold
Looking for a love where the climate is cold
Manic moves and drowsy dreams
Or living in the middle between the two extremes
Smoking guns hot to the touch
Would cool down if we didn't use them so much
We're soul alone
And soul really matters to me
Too much
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Out Of Touch
Shake it up is all that we know
Using the bodies up as we go
Waking up to fantasy
The shates all around arent the colors we used to see
Broken ice still melts in the sun
And times that are broken can often be one again
Were soul alone
And soul really matters to me
Take a look around
Youre out of touch
Im out of time
But Im out of my head when youre not around
Reaching out for something to hold
Looking for a love where the climate is cold
Manic moves and drowsy dreams
Or living in the middle between the two extremes
Smoking guns hot to the touch
Would cool down if we didnt use them so much
Were soul alone
And soul really matters to me
Too much
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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The habits of life form the soul, and the soul forms the countenance.
quote by Honore De Balzac
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Soul Rebel
[Bob Marley]
I'm a rebel, soul rebel
I'm a capturer, soul adventurer
I'm a rebel, soul rebel
I'm a capturer, soul adventurer
See the morning sun (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) on the hillside (ooh)
Not living good, yeah! - travel wide,
Said, I'm a living man (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah); I've got work to do (ooh)
If you're not happy, children, then you must be blue
(must be blue, must be blue) people say:
People say:
I'm a rebel, let them talk;
Soul rebel: talk won't bother me.
I'm a capturer, that's what they say;
(Soul adventurer) Night and day
(I'm a rebel) I'm a rebel: soul rebel!
Do you hear them, Lippy?
(I'm a capturer) Gossip around the corner;
(Soul adventurer) How they adventure on me, y'all.
But see the morning sun (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) on the hill side (ooh);
Not living good, travel wide,
Said, I'm a living man (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah);
I've got work to do
(ooh-ooh; must be blue, must be blue, must be blue).
If you're not happy,
You must be blue.
I'm a rebel (ooh-ooh):
Soul rebel;
I'm a capturer (ooh-ooh):
soul adventurer. Do you hear me?
I'm a rebel, rebel in the morning;
(soul rebel) rebel at midday time.
song performed by by Bob Marley
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My 'Habakkuk' experience
Things were bleak and the outlook was bad.
My soul despaired and my heart was sad.
No job and no income. How shall I provide?
I needed to know that God was on my side.
'What shall I read? ', I said to the Lord
thumbing the pages of His Living Word.
'Read Habakkuk', He said to me so clearly
so I read my bible as He commanded me.
I felt much worse as the first chapter I read
'This is not helping me', to the Lord I said.
'Read on dear Roy', the Lord said to me
and so I read on in faith, obediently.
And then I found it. There in chapter three.
Written so clearly as though just for me.
It lifted my soul to the heavens above
and assured me of God's presence and love.
'Though nothing on earth seems to bloom
and all appears to be doom and gloom,
no sheep in the pen, no cattle in the stall
and no grapes growing on the vine at all.'
'Though the olive crop does not yield
and no produce comes from the field,
even though the fig tree does not bud,
yet still my soul will rejoice in the Lord.'
'I will joy in the God of my salvation,
give Him all my praise and adoration.'
Here on earth 'The just shall live by faith'
for trusting in the Lord they will be safe.'
The things of this world are so unreliable.
They come and go, they rise and they fall.
But heavenly treasures neither fade nor fail
outlasting all things they will prevail.
Secure in the knowledge that God's in control
and that He's the keeper of my immortal soul.
I said to my soul 'Be not cast down or sad'
'But rejoice in the Lord always and be glad'
Whom Inspires Me the Most
People ask whom
Inspires me the most
Is it Shakespeare or Wild?
The poets of old
Whom inspires me the most?
Are people right here?
Their wit their thoughts
On what they see in life
I smile I cry
At your brilliant insights
At life's most intricate
Outlook of life
The pages we create
Each one unique
Adds to the glory
Of the book of life
So I say to thee
Each one and ever soul
Continue your writing
It inspires me so
With a heartfelt zest
On what life gives
Let's clap and praise
To the poet in thee
poem by Kaila George
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My God Is An Awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
And I have my eyes fixed on him today
While I am walking to school
Because God is coming towards me
To greet me
And there is something going on with my mind
But I don't know what my mind is trying to tell me
Or if God is coming to give me a message
Or to walk with me to school
And to make sure that I am safe while I walk to school
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
He forgives everyone that sins here at home
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
He lives inside of my heart everyday
Because I made room for God inside of my heart
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
He will let the sun shine here at home every single day
And I look forward to the sun every single day
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
Because he is the maker of heaven and earth
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Angel She Is.
she is everything to me in this world her pure heart of gold and her smile that in which can brighten even the darkest of places in this universe her name so pretty so sweet to say to think and dream and know her would be the best thing ever in this life i know we speak very little or not at all but i think of her and want her to know that her soul is like that golden treasure one worth searching and endangering ones life for in the end to just be with her and talk and hang out with her would be one adventure id risk life and death for wen i talk to her i feel like nothing else in this world matters only when i talk to her.
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Another Name
The child is considered as another name for God
This was taught to us in school and clearly told
Take their words for granted as they are truly felt
The fragrance is not seen but always smelt
We have to bow and praise their innocence
We can pick message and its essence
What we need today is pure form of acceptance
If God is there, and if any, must be realized at once
They see everything pleasant around
The joy and happiness can always be found
They worry for nothing and make you smile
They speak broken words in their own style
You forget everything for that particular moment
You feel everything is in order and heavenly sent
No fear grips you and bothers as long as they are with you
The psychology favors such situation and it is true
To have child is really a blessing
You don’t have to run after it for tracing
Life remains totally changed with all round happiness
Peace and happiness is reflected on the face
See the cause in their smile
Try to understand them for a while
Nothing may trouble you even for a second
Child is really a true messenger with bond
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Have Peace
I have peace in the air this day,
The atoms of our bodies are in peace;
We stagger with uneasiness as we say,
The peaceful remains of ours are to cease.
May living carry news of peace,
May we jointly condemn the war;
Our dying contained disease to decrease,
With our own warning we are afar.
The living quality must be resumed,
By the moon we swear an allegiance
To the one who lived and is presumed
To be not dead yet, without absence.
May peace now thrive and seek new stories,
Never let it hinder your school of thought,
Never let it multiply like bacteria and abnormalities,
Justice carried peace after too much was sought.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Decision Making
Noble art of decision making is
an adaptation of an orderly
assemblage of data;
as source material obtained through
discrete or non-discrete systems.
Chaos exists as raw material
from which order is superimposed.
Order is a product of species interaction;
which consists of hierarchy between
differing species and within species.
Order is an institution which we create
ourselves; impose for universal advancement.
Truth is perceived as a series of revelations;
filtered through contemporary
conceptions defining truthsense.
If true quality is distilled true statement
attained; conformity adherence to law
is assured; integrity loyalty is guarantied;
pledging of security is prime guarantor.
There are therefore rarely, any unalterable
truths, generating dissension,
disagreement producing open conflict,
is indicator of corruptive disharmony.
Why a rational being
would belie life defies logic.
Explanation of such exhibited rational;
upon intensive investigation proves
not a scintilla of logic in prime evidence.
Accumulated wisdom and knowledge
are cultivated practiced formalized arts.
Requiring diligent symbiotic application.
True learning abhors staunch ignorance
a precocious maze by acolyte readily taken.
Life is divisible
divinely imposed order
upon an endless recycling of cells;
originating in cosmic
creation’s common star dust.
This aphorism is a concise formulaic rational
simplistically defining the meaning of life.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Position Held
It is unique and exciting to look back
When so much happiness left behind and at stake
I feel elated and life comes to full swing
As if I have become powerful with strong wings
I look around with hungry eyes
So many people have made earnest try
I have reached a stage where I feel no shy
With so much joy my eyes become joy and I simply cry
It is some sort of self appeasement
Heavy down pour wishes along with sentiments
I wish and waned to move among competitive world
Feeling self assured with crowing glory yet so much cold
I have no urge to appeal anyone
There will be some special man
Who will come rushing to me with nice proposal?
I eagerly watch and wait for its arrival
'What an exciting eyes with glitter? ' read golden letters
The letter was hurled under the door shutters
I could not sustain happiness at simple praise
I was given respect from someone amidst hostile chase
It is nice to feel and enjoy when everything is fulfilled
Every stage has passed through happiness and no wishes are killed
I am quite happy at what I am and what it should have been
Many come forward with praise and say' gorgeous you look on the scene'
I still hunt for those eyes who really want to find
My secret ambition and aspects hidden behind
I stare at proposal but keep quiet with little smile
Life moves on as usual as it involves no style
I am confident enough to know people
They can come near but can cause to trouble
As I am fully armed with impregnable shield
Position so much vulnerable but firmly held
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Soul
Invigorating my soul is special when encountering pain,
Pain is an issue we have to explain:
The way a man uncovers his soul,
As if life has been in a hellhole.
The suffering we endure is special as space,
This I collect with time and anyplace.
Teeth will chew on events in peace,
Just to be this strange fireplace is the centerpiece.
My soul contains this peace we abstain,
Let them who replace it be with pain.
poem by Naveed Akram
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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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For Rilke
What is the subject of your poem?
‘I was there.’
Why is it so important to you?
‘I was there.’
How can you describe it?
‘I was there.’
What did you know of it?
‘I was there.’
And what did it teach you?
‘Of itself, nothing;
only that I was there.’
And what will that bring to you?
‘Now, all may be known.’
Then what can your poem share with others?
‘Be there too.’
What can you say now
to those who thirst after knowledge?
‘Be here.’
What can you say now
to those who thirst after God?
‘Be here.’
And what of poetry and praise?
‘Always now.’
And what of your soul?
‘Always here, and always now.’
What then, the Creator’s message?
‘Be here; be now; be always.’
And what the Creator’s smile of love?
‘The here; the now; the always.’
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Heart Of Gold
When it is a heart of gold.
In this story happiness unfolds.
A gift has been given.
The wise man says just take it.
Just take it.
Don't ask why.
For it could go back up to the sky.
In a world where darkness comes up with the sunrise.
We have all made a compromise to survive.
Living a lie, with a single tear dropp in our eyes.
It turns in to many.
A plenty.
Where we have surrendered up our greatest beliefs.
A sacrifice of the soul.
We are all losing control.
When it is a heart of gold.
In this story happiness unfolds.
A gift has been given.
The wise man says just take it.
Just take it.
Don't ask why.
For it could go back up to the sky.
I never thought anybody could bring me back from the edge.
My spirit is going to soar.
I'm looking for the double edge sword.
Expecting to die by it with a roar.
I thought I would have angered the beast who dwells in the fires.
But he never appears.
Instead suddenly all I see is good tidings.
It is the horse I want to be riding.
When it is a heart of gold.
In this story happiness unfolds.
A gift has been given.
The wise man says just take it.
Just take it.
Don't ask why.
For it could go back up to the sky.
Who are you?
Why are you helping me?
Where does all this love towards fellow man come from?
I'm a friend.
I do this because I can.
It's not easy to understand, when they are no demands.
An angel has whispered upon my ear again.
Speaking of the knight in white armour.
Saying when he comes.
All pure souls will be undone, released and gone.
When it is a heart of gold.
In this story happiness unfolds.
A gift has been given.
The wise man says just take it.
Just take it.
Don't ask why.
For it could go back up to the sky.
When it is a heart of gold.
In this story happiness unfolds.
A gift has been given.
The wise man says just take it.
Just take it.
Don't ask why.
For it could go back up to the sky.
When it is a heart of gold.
In this story happiness unfolds.
A gift has been given.
The wise man says just take it.
Just take it.
Don't ask why.
For it could go back up to the sky.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Nature’s Feelings
Words do not describe the feelings inside of my soul;
The experience of winter and summer encompasses the world
Like my soul and the rest of the souls that work and turn
According to Nature, Mother Nature, that also cannot describe
Or reiterate the surge of emotions and feelings.
To expertly decide the future of the globe needs your feelings at heart,
And the heart has many turns and praise can eliminate you.
The world of praises has not enough to constitute a victory for the soul,
Nor do the animals and birds feel at ease just with your feelings,
For at their hearts is also an emotion erupting and awaiting to be called.
The heart and mind creates a description of the soul,
The soul has painted itself on all of Nature, for Nature.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Happiness is possible only to a rational man, the man who desires nothing but rational goals, seeks nothing but rational values and finds his joy in nothing buy rational actions.
Ayn Rand in Atlas Shrugged
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A poem for someone special
A poem for someone special
~
She is all that is beautiful
to my heart and soul
she is beyond my dreams
my wildest expectations
she is the love I hold
in the quiet of the night
she is kind, loving
what more could I ask
but for her happiness
her health and smile
that I am there to share it
and witness such joy
how infectious it would be
that I too would smile
would laugh, dance, sing
she is all that is beautiful
to my heart and soul
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Did that soul reach you, God
Did that soul reach you, God
It was a soul occupying a human form
Which had all good qualities of a
Good human being
That human form chose not to
Get itself involved in the usually
Worldly living practices
By keeping itself off from the family web
And thus with no real need to make a living
But to live and be totally devoted
That human form was always in your praise
Devoting most of its time
In talking about you
In reading about you
And doing only such things
Related to you and your devotees
It was a human form
Which attempted in all possible ways
To make its audience
Feel the divine’s presence
And to enhance faith
In a long-standing spiritual tradition
It spent days and nights
In deciphering the scripts
And interpreting them
For the use of even less inclined group
There could be occasions
When this human form would have
Stirred feelings of some
With displeasing messages
But people know that
Such expressions are only
Unmasked intensions
But its care and affection
Are sincere and its well wishing
Would you take any far
It takes pride in its known people
Growing well
And marking scales in the society
The soul from such a human form
Departed a week back
All we heard from this human being
Is that
When the soul leaves a body
Which has been real devotee
Is well received by the angels in the heaven
Dressed well and decorated by them
Matching the looks of other heaven dwellers
All look alike including
The heavenly god form
And just reached soul after these face lifts
Is presented before God
Did that soul reach you
Did that soul reach you, God
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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