The Cosmos
Bigger work is taking place in the cosmos,
In this progress is a big telling for the tiros
Of space and energy, in the middle of a firmament,
In the sky of grace, always a place abhorrent
For a man in space.
Work is on, work can be fun in the universe,
When stars shall combine and also disperse.
Tiros of astronomy shall collect telescopes
And become a management and microscopes.
For there are people who are in space.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Travel to the place...
Travel to the place
Where mind set to peace,
No one can see,
Feel us free.
Travel to the place
Where we can breathe,
Fill our desire,
We wish; we aspire.
Travel to the place
Where we have silence,
Flower of fragrance,
And nature to admire.
Travel to the place
Where we can write,
Lines of rhyme,
At any time.
Travel to the place
Where we have enough space,
Work without race,
No tension on face.
Travel to the place
Where we can dance,
Sing at glance,
Bit of time to romance.
Travel to the place
Where we spread love,
Freedom to serve
And land to move.
Travel to the place
Where we can live,
Of joy and sprinkle its grace,
And do anything, anywhere.
poem by Divyesh J. Shah
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There Was I
(l. stansfield/i. devaney/a. morris)
Chorus:
There was i
Taking every step for you
There was i
Taking every breath for you
And all the time you were with her
I loved you
I spurred you on
Never wanting for myself
Adored you
For what I dont know
Cos you were loving someone else
And now youre spitting in my face
Telling me that someone else
Has taken my place
Chorus
Important
Oh how important you were to me
Eternal
Thats what I thought our love would be
But now youre spitting in my face
Telling me that someone else
Has taken my place
Chorus
And now youre spitting in my face
Telling me that someone else
Has taken my place
Chorus (x 3)
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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O B E
Find a space, a quiet place,
Lay lifes troubles down
Body asleep, mind awake,
A journey ones about to
take.
Floating down, walking
away,
Leaving our solid body
lay.
Taking on the inner lite,
Necessary, for the flight.
Tis the same, as when
we sleep,
We project breathing
deep.
Our energy connection,
holds secure,
So the trip, we can endure.
The silver cord remains in
place,
So we can travel, time
and space.
Going where we want to
be,
Energized, relaxed, and
free.
Concentration is the key,
There are many things to
see.
poem by Heather Burns
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Aflame
The world aflame, we astound it,
On the way this language becomes;
Lips of cold energy are revolting,
Revolving and empty with sin.
You lie by me and kill my belongings,
On this side of the river there runs a spirit
Or ghoul of astounding and abhorrent strength.
The lips are struck by its glare
And my funeral has abolished me.
I run the world now that the fire is out,
Languages and folly are over.
Place him in the middle of the river,
Rivers are running deep today and every day.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Tesla Knew
Telsa knew of infinite power in empty space
Enough to satisfy all mankind’s energy needs
Jealous scientists tried to put him in his place
Yet, he did shine with many wondrous deeds
(In light of today’s energy crisis, is it not prudent to review Tesla’s work, patents and inventions?)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Fair And Square
i was there for
a tour
enjoying the place
taking notes
and buying some stuff
she was there
looking for work
an opening
holding on to her
last money
but i do not really think that
i am lucky
it's all fair.
and i do not have to tell her
what despair
am i in
perhaps mine is bigger.
i can tell it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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10. 000 Lightyears
10.000 lightyears somewhere out in space
They practice love and they know what it takes
No competition and no jealousy
Living in freedom and humanity
10.000 lightyears away, lightyears away far from pain
Came to a place full of grace and of peace
10.000 lightyears away from our fear
Suddenly its ringing in my ears
Why is it now I dont wanna be here
I feel like flow in that clock at the wall
God, how I wish that this dream would go on
10.000 lightyears away, lightyears away far from pain
Came to a place full of grace and of peace
10.000 lightyears away from our fear
10.000 lightyears somewhere out in space (10.000 lightyears)
10.000 lightyears somewhere out in space (10.000 lightyears)
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Reality comes knocking at my door
I face the same obligations once more
Dreams took me 10.000 lightyears away
Id give all I got if thats where I could stay
song performed by by Boney M.
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What Is A Barn?
A barn is many things-
A barn is a fun place
To run, romp, and play.
It is also a place of refuge,
On hot or stormy days.
A barn is a storage place
For all your tools, grain, and hay.
It is also a place to unwind,
When you have had a tough day.
A barn becomes God's sanctuary,
When you begin to pray
It is also a place of work,
When work is needing done.
A barn is a place
Where freindships can be made
It is also a place
Where new life is born.
A barn is a place
To try with all your might
And finally when its doors are closed,
'Tis safety from the night.
A barn is a place for horses,
And it is a place for cows
A barn is also a hayloft,
Full of little meows
A barn is the Inn
Where our Savior was born
God, our Savior,
Christ, our Lord.
A barn is a work place,
A barn is a play place
A barn is a great place
A barn is a training ring...
A barn is..
Well, when it comes right
Down to it,
A barn is everything!
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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This is heaven to no one else but me
In this place
I am safe
Safe from other opinions
The expectance to have courage and grace
Here in this place
I can be afraid
Of the words I want to say
But never will
In this place
I can be honest to my heart
I can’t lie and say I’m fine
In this place called heaven
The heaven that is only mine.
A place of broken grace and
The place of unknown time.
The title of this poem is a copy of the lyric from elsewhere by sara mclaughlin.(sorry if spelled incorrectly)
poem by Dying Iris
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The Overnight Aging That Arrives
Ugly doesn't seem to care,
How early in the morning it is found on one's face.
And the entire body,
Feels as if it is being renovated.
With a work in progress taking place.
This aging process is done with more than just grace!
First a reaquaintance slowly begins.
To introduce a youthful mind,
To the 'vessel' that mind refuses to be trapped in.
Then an acceptible reality is encouraged,
With a tolerance one has to respect.
If this is not done with a kindness that reflects...
Folks who happen to see you publicly,
Will say what is believed one expects...
'You look SO good!
For 'your' age.
Not at all like you're ready for the grave.'
~Uh...
Thank you!
For the compliment?
I know what you meant.
I guess.~
And one feels inside someone has lied!
Especially when one knows how long it takes,
Of late...
To get ugly from taking a much longer ride.
With a regimen of ointments and pain killers,
To mask those aches one does not pride!
In the mornings when it is no longer safe,
For even one to find a place to hide...
From the 'overnight' aging that arrives!
And the time it takes for those aches to subside.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Energy
Omnipresent is energy,
The whole of cosmos infinitely,
All pervasive is energy,
Even in a blade of grass subtly.
It has a thumping ware,
In the surrounding air;
It has a smug seat,
Even in the latent heat.
It has a space,
‘Midst the water's pace;
It surely exists,
In electricity's precincts.
It is certainly present,
In chemicals nascent;
It is in abundance,
In light's radiance.
It is in mechanization,
Of to-day's modernization;
It is now the resultant,
Of nucleus' bombardment.
When stored ‘tis potential energy,
When dynamic 'tis kinetic energy;
From one form or the other,
Energy can be transformed thither.
It can neither be created,
Nor can it be eradicated;
Energy has existed always,
In one form or the other ways.
Mankind has harnessed energy,
Depleting Earth of it's bounty;
Unbridled use of this holding,
Is depriving our progeny's belonging.
Let this energy song,
Loudly strike a gong;
For us to conserve energy,
And preserve it with synergy.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Correct Me If I Am Wrong
I am to stop my own progress.
To aid you in the taking of your steps.
And when you have elected,
To achieve what it is you need...
You will leave,
To proceed in another direction?
With the taking away from me,
My energy?
With a doing done that leaves,
Me with a lesser energy?
Who is going to assist,
With the replenishing of my needs?
You?
Or am I left to do that on my own?
Correct me if I am wrong.
Will you or will you not...
Take from me,
Only to have it dawn on me...
You have no interest in my needs.
And you have gone.
Correct me if I am wrong.
I've already learned those lessons.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Break Of Day
As the rays of the morning sun turns on,
fall through the window on your face,
your presence brings to me amazing grace
and love is still present when the night is gone,
when the sun blazes on you, my only one
who brings light in to my life’s darkest space,
I have to leave to work at another place
and let you be for some hours alone,
in moments when business takes precedence
and we are removed in space, place and thought
when that which is between you and me
and everything that we hold dear and in confidence
to standstill is brought
by a career’s claims on what love is meant to be.
[Reference: “Break of day” by John Donne.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Definition of happiness
ITS A place we have all been to:
a place were difficulties are forgotten
were only joyful events are certain
its a place you cant go to everyday
when you get there not long enough you can stay
a place safe and secure
a shield that deflects any bad thing that could accrue
a place were poise and pride are not neglected
a place were negative thoughts, ideas are not selected
a place far away from here
a place that does not recognize fear
a place that needs along time to get to
yet you arrive and forget any negative thing you have been through
a place that effects so deep
a place were you cant fall asleep
a place that does not exist
yet we have all been there I still insist
a place that’s not defined as a dream or a fantasy
a place that is only called happiness and ecstasy
Yet it is the most beautiful place
where sound of laughter and shape of smile race
on ones face like it would be in grace
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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The Morning Has Not Yet Come
The morning has not yet come-
The darkness is still here-
And yet there is peace and quiet
And a space for thought -
The middle of the night too has its place-
So too the surrounding darkness
In a well- lit room-
Time and Memory also have their place-
All has its place in its time
And all does not when its time comes-
We live and we die
And we do not know why.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Finally my hope has gone!
Have you seen or given a look!
There is gigantic monster on the hill
With a very sharp weapon
He cuts, cuts with precision
Every thing every ism one by one
Finally he got comparatively the bigger one
Who says……..
Matter comes from matter
Matter goes to matter
Energy comes from energy,
Energy goes to energy
Nothing more or nothing less
We have to accept it…!
The monster in me feels very thirsty
And wants some worm water of knowledge
If not from the end but from the origin of energy
I can not provide him as I do not know
How deep or how high is the place,
Where the origin of every thing including energy lies?
He got very angry, every now and then pushes me hard
To stop preaching or request me to be shut up.
Other wise he will do the same what he has done with others.
Finally my hope has gone!
But pleased some one has come
To save the humanity from the misguiding monsters.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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I Believe(From The 60's)
Even though I'm so young.
I still feel so ancient.
Like I was meant to be born in 60's
I believe in honest hard work.
I believe in chivalry.
I believe in taking ten paces before before you kill someone.
Yes I use modern technology.
But so does grama.
Some things will not change no matter the gadgets.
How the game is played is still the same.
Only the technique has changed.
Even though I'm so young.
I still feel so ancient.
Like I was meant to be born in 60's
I believe in the right protest.
I believe less government is progress.
I believe we must protect all our freedoms.
No matter if theirs a gun in my face or not.
You will not silence my speech.
You will not rob me or my family.
No matter who you are.
I never encourage violence accept to defend oneself.
No matter the impeding army.
Or the repercussions of such actions.
It has never been about self sanctification with me.
Protect those you love.
Let only god be the one to judge.
Even though I'm so young.
I still feel so ancient.
Like I was meant to be born in 60's
I believe in honest hard work.
I believe in chivalry.
I believe in taking ten paces before before you kill someone.
Yes I use modern technology.
But so does grama.
Some things will not change no matter the gadgets.
How the game is played is still the same.
Only the technique has changed.
Even though I'm so young.
I still feel so ancient.
Like I was meant to be born in 60's
I believe in the right protest.
I believe less government is progress.
I believe we must protect all our freedoms.
The cosmos is spinning like never before.
In a tell tale destiny I will explore.
For it's my right as a pursuit of happiness.
Let me have my inner peace.
Let me have my warm place to sleep.
Let me afford not to forever starve.
Stop paying farmers off.
No more crops this year.
They have to be destroyed.
Light the fire and just watch them burn.
The thoughts of this bring a sickness to the pit of my stomach.
Even though I'm so young.
I still feel so ancient.
Like I was meant to be born in 60's
I believe in honest hard work.
I believe in chivalry.
I believe in taking ten paces before before you kill someone.
Yes I use modern technology.
But so does grama.
Some things will not change no matter the gadgets.
How the game is played is still the same.
Only the technique has changed.
Even though I'm so young.
I still feel so ancient.
Like I was meant to be born in 60's
I believe in the right protest.
I believe less government is progress.
I believe we must protect all our freedoms.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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When time and space and change converge, we find place. We arrive in Place when we resolve things. Place is peace of mind and understanding. Place is knowledge of self. Place is resolution.
quote by Abdullah Ibrahim
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The Gathering
There was a gathering of time
in odd spaces.
There was a gathering of spaces
seeking my time, your time, our time.
There was a gathering of the Saving Graces
which bid us to lie down with peace
to bloom in time and space.
This was a gathering of hopes and dreams
in a space, in a time
with an individualized saving grace.
In gathering it seems-
if we come with only our individual sense
of time, space and grace-
we will have not gathered at all
and will have only succumbed to Sweet Ironic Irony.
'Place then' he said
'your eyes upon the Sun
and know that life is such that
sometimes you must be the moon.
'Place then' he said' your hand
knowing your space
sometimes
in life
must be our space or no space at all.'
'How' we all said
'is this trick to be done? '
He said 'no trick. It is the essence of all things
not only to change
but to be in essence
more than one thing;
even to be more than two
at the same time.'
'That is why' he said
uplifting his arm
'we can think two different,
even contradictory things
at the same time.
This is not artifact
but essence.
This is nature-
not mistake.
Who I am;
Who are we
is the same query
and the answer is for both:
both are we
and each is I
for all is multiples;
and Revelation;
there is no
Universal Rule
of Consistency;
we live in multiple multiplicities.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I See Everything
I see and hear all sounds
In the space of an hour.
These small letters forbade us from energy,
The energy is used by senses,
The sounds and rounds of sleep are better.
May we hear all the wonders of this strange world,
Seeing them carries a burden bigger and better.
Hearing of the energy is of the facts
To crunch the food and be happy
Everywhere you go and stay.
poem by Naveed Akram
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